If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 383 The world is so romantic and white watching chess, why did He ever look at the king
Chapter 383 The world is so romantic and white watching chess, why did He ever look at the king
The weather is great today.
The streets and alleys were filled with sunshine, and the fine autumn wind blew through Taixuanjing.
Even though it is already autumn, the most eye-catching thing in Taixuanjing is still the peach blossoms on the trees, which are gorgeous in red and pink, like fairies dancing in colorful clothes.
Qing Yue saw Lu Jing's face turned pale, and saw him walking away with deep fear in his eyes. She stood in the courtyard in a daze for a few breaths, and suddenly there was a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
But after she was reluctant to give up, her eyes became firm again.
She thought of many scenes in the Begonia Flower and struggled for a long time, but finally turned around and went back to the house, took out a Qiankun bag from the house and tied it around her waist.
Qing Yue and Lu Jing have lived in this small courtyard for too long. Everything in the small courtyard is very familiar to Qing Yue, but Qing Yue still looked at the small courtyard carefully before going out.
She walked all the way to the depths of Kongshan Alley until she saw a figure from behind.
The lonely back figure and the floating white clothes seemed to be like the rising sun in the sky. The breeze blowing in the streets had nothing to do with her. Only the peach blossoms all over the city seemed to have something to do with her.
"gentlemen."
There was no hesitation in Qingyue's eyes, but there was still a lot of regret: "Mr. Guanqi..."
Mr. Eleven, who was supposed to be at Zhenwu Mountain, turned around. There were tears in her eyes, but they were blown away by the wind, which only made her squint.
"Everything in the world is impermanent, and the scene you saw among the crabapple flowers will eventually come true."
Mr. Eleven said: "It's a pity that I was too hasty. I knew that the road ahead was bumpy, but I couldn't move away from the mountains and rivers that blocked the road."
Qing Yue pursed her lips and said, "Why don't you tell the young master? The young master always has ideas..."
Mr. Eleven looked at the sky and said, "Lu Jing has always had an idea. If he knew what was happening in the Begonia Flower, he would definitely cause a lot of trouble.
By then, perhaps Lu Jing, the sword-wielding figure in the Begonia flower scene, will no longer be able to hold the sword.
I have also seen the scene of crabapples, I have seen peach blossoms withering all over the mountain, and I have also seen Parrot Island collapse in the middle of the river.
I also wanted to change these always sad things, but unfortunately the results were not satisfactory."
The road ahead is bumpy, but we can't move to the front mountain.
So Qingyue took a deep breath...
Since it is impossible to move to Qianshan, we must give the young master a chance to hold a sword, and do not let him be controlled by others.
So she walked side by side with Mr. Eleven. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the fragrance of peach blossoms blew all over Taixuanjing. Amidst the most unexpected fragrance, Qing Yue finally mustered up the courage to make her third crucial choice.
The first choice was when the young master Lu Feng of the Lu family came to ask for her, she knelt alone in front of his wife's memorial tablet that night.
The second choice was to study medicine under Mr. Eleven.
The third choice is to leave Taixuanjing with Mr. Eleven before the Mid-Autumn Festival under the cover of the fragrance of peach blossoms.
On Jiao Shen Mountain, Qing Yue, who had not shed tears for a long time, turned to look at Tai Xuan Jing with tears in her eyes.
Taixuanjing is vast and prosperous, with more than just a few million households.
In Taixuanjing, her sweetheart was about to draw his sword. She still vaguely remembered that under the two bloody stars, the sword light was radiating horizontally and the sword energy was unparalleled.
Mr. Eleven walked in front of Qing Yue, also walking firmly but slowly.
She had wasted more than ten years in Taixuan Capital, but she never did something that was admired by the world like the fourth gentleman, she never received the master's words and teachings like the other gentlemen, and she never turned the tide on something.
She became a spirit only because the Master preached at Zhenwu Mountain, and only because the romantic talented man carrying a suitcase took a sudden look and entered Taixuan Capital.
Now that she is leaving Taixuanjing, things in the world are still going as they should. They still haven't gotten better, and have even gotten worse.
"Sir... maybe the young master knows this, and Mr. Guanqi won't be so passive. Maybe he doesn't need to enter this palace."
Qingyue followed Mr. Eleven, looking at Mr. Eleven's back as usual, but felt in her heart that Mr. Eleven was just like her, but he was just holding on.
Mr. Eleven shook his head.
She originally thought that Bai Guanqi would indeed survive after the catastrophe in the Valley of the Dead.
It was not until later that the chessboard that enveloped the world came down, and Mr. Eleven and Mr. Guanqi came to their senses.
Most things in the world are beyond your control.
"It's okay." Mr. Eleven stopped and said in a clear and powerful voice, "He also wants Lu Jing to hold the sword and draw it."
"Only in this way can he be regarded as the real swordsman of the library."
Qingyue was slightly startled, and her steps became more determined.
"Sir, where are we going?"
Mr. Eleven did not answer Qing Yue, but asked Qing Yue: "It depends on how you choose."
"Do you want to choose a safe place to wait for Lu Jing to return from drawing his sword, or do you want to go with me to seek medical treatment, so that the next time you make a decision won't be so difficult."
When Mr. Eleven said this, he said straightforwardly: "Maybe... Lu Jing will never be able to come back after this."
Qing Yue, who had been holding it back, suddenly burst into tears. She didn't even dare to look at Tai Xuan Jing anymore. She only lowered her head and said to Mr. Eleven: "Go... seek medical advice."
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"I need to complete the lines on the chessboard in Yuyuan and Yanggu.
This chessboard starts with you, and it will naturally end with you."
It was rare for Emperor Chongtian to leave the Taixian Palace, and it was rare for him to come to the Imperial Garden.
Even in autumn, flowers are still in full bloom in this garden, with heavy fragrances filling the nostrils, winding paths, and majestic rockeries.
Mr. Guanqi became calmer and calmer.
His face is still old, but he is not wearing the gray clothes he had been wearing all his life. Instead, he is wearing a long indigo coat.
The collar and cuffs of the indigo robe are inlaid with flowing cloud patterns, and a black cloud brocade is tied around the waist. Her sparse hair is tied up by a jade-inlaid crown, making her look like a young man.
Mr. Li raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky. Where the stars were filled, he could vaguely see the figure of an old friend.
The old friend was submerged in the Starlight Falls, but he seemed to be so powerful that he shouted to him: "Hold on for a few more days, and I will return soon."
Then Mr. Guanqi's eyes became softer and softer.
"Sage, do you think the chessboard between you and Jiang Shoufu can swallow up my plans in Yuyuan and Yanggu?"
Mr. Guanqi walked side by side with Emperor Chongtian. He tried his best to straighten his spine: "I and the Holy Emperor are not connected, how can the two chessboards be combined into one?"
Emperor Chongtian stretched out a hand, and in his palm a black dragon snaked and roared many times.
But the roar was suppressed within a few inches and could not be heard at all.
"Naturally they must become one." Emperor Chongtian looked at the Canglong in his hand and said: "There is not much time left in this world. Master can save the world once, but it will not last forever. After all, he cannot suppress Mingyu Jing forever.
If the world doesn't save itself, it will just sit there and wait to die."
Mr. Guanqi smiled and said: "The world is precious and there are countless living beings.
The saintly king has the ambition to save the world, just like the great candle king of Northern Qin.
But fighting between two kings will ultimately waste a lot of time. Since both of you want to save the world, why do you need to suddenly consume the power of the world?"
Emperor Chongtian took back the Canglong in his hand and shook his head with a smile: "Since the last spiritual tide, I only believe in myself."
Of course, Mr. Guanqi already knew the answer, but the smile on his face became even thicker.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky, but there were a few stars twinkling faintly in the sky.
"That's the guardian star of Tianque."
Emperor Chongtian followed Mr. Guanqi's gaze and said with a smile: "Throughout the ages, people in the world have seldom reflected these sky guardian stars, because the heavenly palace is a rare treasure in the sky, which captures the truth of heaven and earth. Only immortals cannot reflect it."
The smile on Mr. Guanqi's face gradually faded, and he felt that the stars in the sky were becoming more and more dazzling.
"There are both Yuan Stars and Emperor Stars... reflecting these sky guardian stars, there are flaws in the sky palace." Mr. Guanqi whispered softly.
Emperor Chongtian nodded immediately: "There is a flaw in the Tianque, Taidi City and even Mingyu Capital have a flaw.
The fruits of the past three spiritual tides may be distributed in the human world. Heaven and earth will be unified, and the human world will no longer have vitality. All practitioners in the world will be immortals.
Twelve floors, five cities, and four hundred and eighty fairylands will no longer be able to stand high above, no longer be able to offer sacrifices to the human world, and will no longer be able to destroy the human world and nurture Mingyu Jing."
"It is indeed very impressive." Mr. Guanqi nodded, but he asked with some worry: "But what if Lu Jing is not willing to reflect these sky guardian stars?"
"After tonight, with Lutan as the base, these sky gates will be opened. As for whether they will be reflected or not, it depends on Lu Jing's choice." Emperor Chongtian seemed quite confident and said: "This Lu Jing has been the star gate for many years.
The biggest surprise in the world is that he is a born brand-new sword. With him here, coupled with some tiny blades of light, Tianque will not be so perfect."
Mr. Guanqi seemed to know what Emperor Chongtian was planning. He stood under a big tree and let out a long breath.
"The emphasis on love and justice has harmed Lu Jing. If he had a lighter temper, things might be much better."
…
The autumn wind picks up again, making a rustling sound from the leaves on the trees.
Emperor Chongtian stood behind Mr. Guanqi, with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for something.
Mr. Guanqi, who had always spoken softly, suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Emperor Chongtian.
"Holy Lord, during the last spiritual tide, you saw the five cities on the twelfth floor, the unprecedented Ming Yujing, the great emperor whose body covered the sky and the sun, and the immortal who sat on the throne and saw the years passing by in his eyes.
emperor……
In fact, since then, one of the holy characters in your title has long been swallowed up by ambition."
Emperor Chongtian had a smile on his face and allowed Mr. Guanqi to speak. He was still looking at the sky, wondering what he was waiting for.
Mr. Guanqi stroked away the wrinkles on his sleeves, and his body, which had been trying his best to straighten but had always been a little rickety, suddenly straightened up.
His face became young again, and his handsomeness seemed to reveal his innate nobility, which made people feel unattainable.
This unattainability does not come from status or bloodline, but from that unique temperament.
"Emperor Chongtian, you want to save the world, but you have to do so at the cost of half of the world's living beings.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, half of all living things will die, and the heaven and earth will merge into one place, and you will really sweep across the sky, become the emperor of immortals and the emperor of immortals who will control three million immortals, and sit high in the immortal court for three hundred years.
So what changes have occurred in the human world?
It’s nothing more than replacing Tianque with Mingyu Beijing.”
Mr. Guanqi's aura slowly changed, and the gentle and gentle Mr. Guanqi in the past suddenly became more vigorous.
He was still standing under the big tree, with his hands behind his back, turning sideways and looking at Emperor Chongtian sideways.
In the blur of ink behind him, spiritual thoughts crisscrossed the landscape, and mountains and rivers emerged one after another.
At this moment, Mr. Guanqi, who was in Taixuan Palace, was no longer the bookkeeper, but the most romantic person in the world in the past.
When the top cultivators in the world talk about Mr. Guanqi, they all say that he "was once a landscape man in the Qing Dynasty, a man of divine teaching and a man of neglect!"
It's as if the identity of the owner of Yuxian Tower, Qing Dujun, has obscured everything.
But Bai Guanqi in the human world is Bai Guanqi, not some Qingdu Lord!
"Emperor Chongtian wants to devour the heaven and the earth, so he must give the weak people a way to survive.
Yu Yuan, Yang Valley has its own changes, so I will stand here and ask you to come and get it."
At this moment, the morning sun is gradually rising, and wisps of light are falling down, illuminating strips of halo in the sky.
Emperor Chongtian nodded to Bai Guanqi: "Bai Guanqi is a romantic man in the world. He has written thousands of poems and drank thousands of wines. He has never set his sights on a prince."
"In that case, I'm going to take a look at Yu Yuan and Yang Valley!"
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Lu Jing went straight into Taixuan Palace. No one stopped him all the way, and he went straight to Taixian Palace.
In front of the Taixian Hall, Lu Diao Si in red stood silently. When he saw Lu Jing coming, he took a step forward and said: "Dong Jing Guo, I don't know which garden the sage went to visit today. It's not in the Taixian Hall."
Lu Jing also wears Shaxilou and a grass-cutting knife on his waist.
He took a deep breath, turned his head, and walked towards several gardens.
He had just taken a few steps when the red-clad Diao Si suddenly reminded Lu Jing.
"After Mr. Guanqi entered Taixuanjing, he visited several elderly people in the palace, and finally went to Huaishi Palace.
If Duke Jing Guo comes to see Mr. Guanqi, he can go to Huaishi Palace to look for him."
In Huaishi Palace.
Little Thirteenth Prince Yanxu was looking at something on the table in trance.
His little chin rested on the desk, with a smile on his face.
Behind Prince Yanxu, the female official of Huaishi Palace also smiled with Prince Yanxu.
"Tell me, as Master Jing's only disciple, what should I give him when he gets married?"
Just as the eldest lady was about to answer, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
Prince Yanxu straightened up and looked into the courtyard.
But he saw Lu Jing standing under the locust tree in the courtyard, hesitating.
"There is no homework today, but Mr. Jing is here."
Prince Yan Xu took off his childish eyes a little, and his eyes became more radiant. He quickly stood up and hurried out to greet him.
At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside the door, but it was a bit cold under the locust tree.
Prince Yan Xu, who was originally in high spirits, walked out of the courtyard and suddenly saw the increasingly gloomy look on Lu Jing's face, and he suddenly noticed something.
He stopped and turned his head to look at the table in the palace. Suddenly, there was silence in Huaishi Palace.
How many breaths of time have passed.
A smile appeared on the corner of Prince Yanxu's lips, he took a few steps forward and said to Lu Jing: "Mr. Guanqi entered the palace before. It is said that he went to many places in the palace and asked for the extremely precious rouge paper, the hundred-year-old ink, here he comes again.
Yan Xu wrote this marriage letter here..."
"Marriage Certificate."
Lu Jing pursed his lips and looked across the doorway, only to see his and Qing Yue's names written clearly on the cover of the red wedding book.
That is indeed Mr. Guanqi's handwriting, which is as gentle as jade.
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted an order outside Huaishi Palace.
"Mr. Guanqi in Shulou worked hard and prospered, and died in Taixuan Palace."
"Emperor, in consideration of his academic achievements, grant... a chi's head and a turtle's legs."
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