If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 341 Three Hundred Soldiers Under Jing Guogong's Command, Lu Jianjia's Hands
Chapter 341 Three Hundred Soldiers Under Jing Guogong's Command, Lu Jianjia's Hands
Holding the Excalibur
The Yellow River flows to the east and sets in the west sea.
It was suddenly night in the world, and the clouds and mist in the distance were gently blowing over Mount Dai. The world seemed to be lit up.
Kong Fanxing stepped on the thick clouds that were about to fall. He put his hands behind his back and walked quickly towards the east with a bit of expectation in his calm eyes.
The dusk seems to be overflowing.
But Kong Fanxing was thinking that someone was waiting for him on a mountain in the distance.
After parting, the best thing is to meet again.
Kong Fanxing entered Dafu to kill people. Now he can no longer kill anyone. He has to die in the familiar and unfamiliar territory of Dafu. This famous demon in Northern Qin is not afraid of death. He only wants to die.
On that mountain in the east, you can take a closer look at your blood relatives before you die.
He and his sister have been separated for too long, but because they are connected by blood, they can always feel each other's longing for each other.
Many times, Kong Fanxing wanted to leave Northern Qin and reunite with his sister.
But things in the world always have unspeakable bonds.
Kong Fanxing once saw the dangers of this world, so he wanted to use his own power to do something for this world.
And because his master, who adopted him and saved him from dying of hunger and cold, always treated him like a son, he also thought that since he had climbed to the top of the mountain that thousands of warriors in the world dreamed of, he would naturally repay his master with a good life, so that he could
Master fulfilled his wish, annexed Dafu, and made this world into one, so as to resist the heaven.
Because of these things, Kong Fanxing stayed in Northern Qin for too long. He always missed his little sister on Zhuxing Mountain. He also thought countless times about what he would say when he met his blood relative one day.
What.
He took this matter very seriously and made numerous drafts.
After all, he and his little sister are the only two colorful peacocks left in the world today.
"To this day, it's really inconvenient for me to talk to my little sister anymore."
Kong Fanxing concealed his Qi, covered his breath, and even the throbbing of his blood was locked by him.
Because he knows...this is Dafu territory.
When he stepped into the big trap, he finally revealed his hiding place, and it was no longer possible for him to step out of the big trap safely.
Because of this, I'm afraid Qing never chose to escape, but went all the way east, deep into the hinterland of Dafu, and first went to Zhuxing Mountain to have a look.
Zhuxing Mountain is extremely far away from Dongshan Lake.
Dafu is vast, and it is extremely difficult to meet between mountains. Even the immortals of Tianfu in the Eight Realms have to cross countless mountains, cross thousands of rivers, see the cold winter and the scorching sun, before they can reach the place they want.
At this moment, Kong Fanxing eagerly wanted to take a look at his little sister who had the same blood as him.
But because of the gazes that descended from the void and landed on him, locking his energy tightly, he was unable to go straight to Zhuxing Mountain.
...Even monks in the Eighth Realm have to hide and hide for a day.
He hid in the mountains and seas, hid in the trees, and escaped into the earth from time to time, heading all the way to Candle Star Mountain.
He always felt in his heart that people who missed each other would always meet again, just like mountains and rivers, and like thousands of rivers returning to the sea.
"When I look at my little sister, for me, it means we have met."
"It's a pity that I can't talk to her."
With this idea in mind, Kong Fanxing crossed mountains, rivers, lakes and seas all the way until he saw the high mountain in the distance.
However, the high mountains were hazy, as if shrouded in mysterious fog.
Kong Fanxing couldn't see clearly, but he never got closer.
The peacock demon stood there, staring at the hazy clouds. His eyes flickered, and he saw a practitioner in the hazy clouds.
The practitioner was already old, with snow-white hair and short stature. He was sitting cross-legged in the clouds and mist. His breathing was not heavy, and even his eyes were full of fatigue.
It wasn't until Kong Fanxing's eyes fell on him that he slowly stood up...
The moment he stood up, the white hair on his head turned black in an instant, his old face instantly became heroic, and his tired eyes became sharper.
Even that short body has become like a towering mountain.
If Lu Jing were here, he would be able to recognize that this mysterious man had been waiting for him in front of Taixuan Palace, wanting to accept him as his disciple.
This mysterious man once said that he once had three disciples, all of whom were influential figures in the world.
And today.
This mysterious man came out of the palace again, but was waiting for Kong Fanxing not far from Zhuxing Mountain.
When Kong Fanxing saw the man, his expression remained unchanged, he turned around again and glanced at the river below.
Someone came on the river, bent their bow and arrow, and pointed at Kong Fanxing.
Kong Fanxing finally looked a little more disappointed.
He turned his head again and took a very serious look at the thick fog, only to find that Zhuxing Mountain was completely obscured. Even with his cultivation level, he could not see clearly.
Kong Fanxing is a great demon in the Eighth Realm of Heaven.
But he couldn't see clearly a mountain three hundred miles away, which made him feel a little depressed.
But Kong Fanxing knew... when the old man was waiting for him in the clouds, when the man behind him bent his bow and nocked an arrow, he pointed an arrow at him.
He could no longer see the mountain clearly, let alone live a life.
"The local official came here and even brought a leader in the world. How virtuous and capable is Confucius and Brahma?"
Kong Fanxing's martial arts energy dispersed in the void, fell into the thin clouds and mist on the river, and fell on the man who was bending the bow and setting the arrow.
The man was wearing light armor, and his long hair was tied into a ponytail and fell behind his head.
He looked calm, and there was a ferocious scar on his cheek. This scar gave the originally handsome man a bit of a cold look.
"Kong Fanxing deserves to die."
The great Fu Diguan came in person, and Yuan Jiulang held a bow to kill me. Counting the eight monks in the world, there are few people in the world who can alarm these two people.
Kong Fanxing sighed and moved his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to find a way out in the clouds and mist.
Or, if he finds a gap in the clouds and mist, he can take a look at his little sister.
The local official who had transformed from an old man to a towering young man seemed to be aware of Kong Fanxing's gaze.
He stood in the clouds, shook his head and said: "You have underestimated the peacock on Zhuxing Mountain. When you ascend to Tianfu, with the five-color bloodline, the peacock on Zhuxing Mountain is not as good as you, but it is not weak either.
No matter how hidden you are, the peacock will always see you.
When she saw you die at the foot of Candle Star Mountain, in the hands of my master and apprentice, she would definitely have a grudge against Dafu...
If this happens, she won't be able to survive."
The man had his hands behind his back, and his words were full of vicissitudes of life and heavy.
Kong Fanxing stood in the clouds and withdrew his gaze.
He knew that if he died, the other colorful peacock should not live.
Only because Zhuxing Mountain was where Baili Qingfeng attained enlightenment, his little sister was able to avoid death.
If he insists on going...
The twilight is deep and only a sliver of daylight remains.
The boundaries between mountains are no longer discernible.
Kong Fanxing knew that he and his little sister would never meet again.
He stood three hundred miles in front of Candle Star Mountain, but in the end he was unable to fulfill his last wish, unable to see his little sister.
Just like when he came to Dafu, he originally wanted to do something for his master and create an opportunity for Northern Qin to win, but the result was not what he expected.
Kong Fanxing lowered his head and thought for a while amid these chaotic thoughts.
The river below was gurgling, and when the wind blew by at dusk, there was more tidal water in the river.
The river seems to be rushing to the ocean, but the waves are beating against the land, as if it is eager to return to the earth.
Kong Fanxing suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and stretched out his index finger.
On the index finger, a drop of blood fell, and in an instant it lost its energy and vitality, becoming like mortal blood.
The blood dripped down and dripped onto the ground by the river...
Just like a seed falls to the ground, takes root and sprouts, a wooden hydrangea grows on the land beside the river in an instant.
There are even white flowers blooming on it, which is particularly elegant.
The wooden hydrangea takes root in the river bank three hundred miles away from Candle Star Mountain and blooms towards Candle Star Mountain.
Not even Yuan Jiulang, who was bending his bow and setting an arrow in the river, stopped Kong Fan from walking.
"Whenever the midsummer breeze blows, the hydrangeas will grow white flowers, and their fragrance will last for many miles."
"The long wind will send these tulips to Zhuxing Mountain, which means you have seen the five-color peacock."
The great Fu Diguan put his hands behind his back and spoke slowly.
Kong Fanxing was relieved, Han nationality.
And the long bow string in Yuan Jiulang's hand moved slightly, and a faint light passed away.
…
By the Dongshan Lake, an earth-shattering massacre came to an end.
Yu Dongshen fought with Kong Fanxing and traveled many miles away, but in the end he never returned to Dongshan Lake.
Thousands of miles away, General Ji from the Three Prefectures of Chong'an came with eight thousand soldiers to welcome the crown prince of Chong'an.
Lu Jing, on the other hand, was alone in the clouds and entered the divine realm.
Every drop of Qi and blood around him was like the radiance of the blazing sun.
A kind of martial arts spirit that shines all over the world spreads out from him.
"In the divine realm, the spirit of martial arts is integrated into the body, and it can even move mountains with the body."
Lu Jing is standing here.
He looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting late.
Looking at Dongshan Lake in the distance, we saw corpses lying on the ground, densely packed.
"For me, I gained a lot from this trip to Dongshan Lake."
Lu Jing thought of this and couldn't help but shook his head: "It's a great advantage for Yu Dongshen. He got a magic spear, and the power of the magic spear even sent him to heaven.
A thunder calamity has already been brewing in the sky, and God Yu Dong only needs to survive the thunder calamity, and he will become a heavenly being!"
The immortals of Tianfu...the true monks of the Eighth Realm, now that the spiritual tide has faded, are truly the most powerful.
Lu Jing was far away from the Eighth Realm, but he witnessed the birth of a young Eighth Realm strongman with his own eyes.
"However, that divine spear is of no use in my hands. Yu Dongshen carries Chong'an Sanzhou on his shoulders, and uses the Heavenly Halberd to help me kill Taichong Longjun.
If it hadn't been for this, and with the essence and blood of King Chong'an in the halberd, he wouldn't have had to face this disaster...
A noble person knows how to be kind. It’s just that Yu Dongshen couldn’t arouse the resonance of the divine spear at first. Now that he has gained that lone courage and supplemented the power of the divine spear, and can hold the divine spear, I know that I can repay the kindness and give it to him.
Is he an Eight Realm Divine Spear?"
Lu Jing smiled casually and was about to turn around and leave.
However, he could vaguely sense that to the west of Dongshan Lake, martial arts energy was coming one after another, and he could faintly hear that there seemed to be beasts galloping by the Dongshan Lake.
Lu Jing was a little surprised. He raised his eyes and saw that the energy and blood in his eyes condensed into two rays of blazing sun, which fell directly on the bank of Dongshan Lake. His eyes suddenly changed.
He frowned and thought, and saw that the blood that was originally rushing by the Dongshan Lake was rushing in the direction where he was.
"That's strange."
Lu Jing was a little puzzled. Fortunately, he was perched on a low mountain, adjusting his breath and waiting.
Not long after.
A low roar sounded.
Another surge of Qi and blood spread to the sky, and a ferocious aura permeated the surroundings, as if the mountains and rivers were a killing battlefield!
"Is it the remaining tiger-mounted warriors?"
Lu Jing raised his eyebrows.
Three hundred tiger-mounted soldiers drove the sitting black tiger to the low mountain peak.
"Vagrant Shi Daiqing meets Duke Jingguo!"
A burly man at the front of the three hundred tiger-mounted soldiers got off the black tiger and took off his helmet, revealing a square and resolute face.
He saluted Lu Jing respectfully.
In an instant.
Three hundred tiger-mounted soldiers dismounted from the black tiger at the same time and saluted Lu Jing.
"Vagrant?"
Lu Jing raised his eyebrows.
He suddenly remembered that when Yu Dongshen said goodbye to him, he had carefully introduced Shi Daiqing, who would become the 20th soldier under Yu Dongshen's command. He also heard that these three hundred tiger-riding soldiers called themselves vagrants, and he immediately understood what Yu Dongshen meant.
Mind.
"I am Duke Guo Jing. Even in Taixuan Capital, I can maintain three hundred private troops under my command...
This God Yudong wants to give me these three hundred tiger-mounted warriors?"
Lu Jing didn't need to look any further. He had experienced the battle of Dongshan Lake and naturally knew how fierce these tiger-mounted warriors were.
The power of the old Wu Jia Shi shocked the world, and the royal family in Qizhang died. The fierce power of the old Wu Jia Shi is still there, and is still talked about by people all over the world.
But these nine hundred warriors riding tigers faced three thousand old Wu warriors, one hundred and eight Northern Qin puppets, and two seventh-level monks fighting with them, and they didn't know what to fear.
Such a son-in-law, even among the 80,000 tiger-mounted troops in the three states of Chong'an, is still the best among the best.
"Is this a thank you gift from God Yu Dong?"
Lu Jing thought about it for a moment, then stood up and waved his hand: "The three states of Chong'an are trying to support the Northern Qin Dynasty. It is the time when they are short of people. Yu Dongshen asked you to come here at this time..."
"Duke!"
Shi Daiqing, the leader of the tiger-riding soldiers with firm eyes, suddenly knelt down on one knee and said: "The Duke saved my life, just like the life of the prince, and even the three states of Chong'an gained an eighth-level Tianfu Immortal because of it.
How can three hundred broken bodies repay such kindness?"
"After today, we are all vagrants. After today, Wu and the other three hundred armors will never return to the three states of Chong'an.
Please also...the Duke take me in."
Shi Daiqing knelt on one knee, as did the other three hundred tiger-riding soldiers.
Even the three hundred black tigers were prostrate on the ground with their heads buried in the ground.
At this moment.
In Lu Jing's mind, the destiny pattern of pursuing good luck and avoiding bad luck was quietly triggered.
One after another information flowed into Lu Jing's mind.
"Accepting these three hundred tiger-riding warriors is actually a sign of good fortune for me? Will it play a key role in the future?"
Lu Jing is not pedantic, and as Shi Daiqing said, a magic spear, an Eight Realm Tianfu, and a living prince of Chong'an are indeed far better than three hundred cavalry for the three states of Chong'an.
Tiger warrior soldier.
"If you think about it carefully, since I am the Duke of Jingguo and I have no soldiers or generals under my command, I have wasted my authority to raise three hundred troops."
Lu Jing was not indecisive. When he thought about this, he immediately stood up and turned around.
"Follow me back to Beijing!"
Three hundred warriors riding tigers shook their spears.
Almost uniformly, they climbed onto the black tiger.
Lu Jing took a step forward, then suddenly remembered something and looked towards the Dongshan Lake.
Just at this time.
Shi Daiqing rode a black tiger and approached him and said: "My lord, those three thousand old Wujia are the trophy of your lord, and they have been collected by us."
"Besides...the Crown Prince ordered me to tell the Duke..."
"The Immortal Slaughter's black gold is very powerful, but it is still someone else's sword... Since your husband is a young swordsman, he deserves a sword of his own. He will find a heavenly craftsman for him!"