If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 55: Lu Jing calmly thinks about Tianjiao in the self-cultivation tower
Chapter 55: Lu Jing calmly thinks about Tianjiao in the self-cultivation tower
As Lu Jing walked on the street, the news that Mallow had just brought was still lingering in his mind.
"There are a lot of maids in the mansion. When such distinguished guests come, Qingyue is asked to serve them."
He moved forward step by step, his expression gradually becoming determined.
"This is Lu Jiang, Mrs. Zhou's test, and there may be many insidious things hidden in it. If I let Qing Yue go, this time I am just serving a female guest, what about the future?"
He took a deep breath and made a decision in his mind.
"I must stop them from using Qing Yue to manipulate me, otherwise there will be many trivial matters in the future. If Qing Yue is ill, how can I understand my thoughts?"
Lu Jing thought about it for a while, then turned his thoughts away, thinking about the wonderful scene in the sky when Nan Fengmian returned.
In particular, the scene of Nan Fengmian dragging a twenty- to thirty-foot giant whale with his tiny body still appeared in his mind.
"This Nan Fengmian should be a Yuanshen monk, and the white-haired Monkey Heart King Kong from the Great Thunder Sound Temple is a strong martial artist.
The power they possess is extremely powerful and impressive."
Lu Jing was thinking as he walked on the road leading to the library.
The path he took was the path that Mr. Guanqi pointed out to him before.
The road was sparsely populated. I walked into the library through a small door and found myself on the second floor. After walking for about half a quarter of an hour, I was finally standing in front of the self-cultivation tower.
Lu Jing walked into the Self-cultivation Tower and went straight to the fourth floor.
On the fourth floor of the Self-cultivation Tower.
There are rows of bookshelves, and these seemingly old bookshelves carry many equally old books.
The fragrant aroma of the pages from these many books permeates the tower, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Lu Jing was sitting in front of a table in the middle of the bookshelves on the fourth floor of the tower, carefully copying a classic.
This classic is called "The Journey of the World", which records many sad things in the world, such as the story of the land scene in front of me.
This seems to be a very ordinary story, but the few words contained in it contain many hidden things.
There was a Taoist master who filled this classic with annotations. When Lu Jing copied it, he couldn't help but sigh.
"It is recorded in the book that a son forgot his mother after marrying a wife. The wife repeatedly tried to make the son abandon his mother, but the son did not dare. When the old mother saw that her son was in trouble, she used the excuse that she wanted to go out to relax.
, walked into the deep valley alone, waiting to die alone, and later turned into a ghost and returned home to protect his son."
"This story is not like this in the eyes of the Taoist master. In his annotation, it is probably that the mother was extremely disgusted with her son and daughter-in-law treating her like this, so she died alone in an evil valley filled with ghosts.
I intend to transform into an evil ghost and return home to take revenge..."
Lu Jing carefully copied this story in a blank book, and also went through many annotations by the Taoist master named "Li Shenxu". For some reason, a cold feeling spread out in his heart.
He endured this cold feeling and carefully copied the book "The Journey of the World".
Several hours passed, during which he ate some snacks Qingyue brought him in the morning and had some tea, before he expelled this cold feeling from his heart.
"Every classic on the second floor of this academy has many annotations. These annotations may be good or evil. If a scholar with an average mind reads them, he may go astray. No wonder not all the books on the second floor are
All disciples of the building can come in."
Lu Jing took a long breath.
It was afternoon, and Lu Jing felt that his spirit was very tired, which was because of copying classics.
But when Lu Jing recovered a little, he felt that the strength of his soul had greatly increased...
"Well, while copying the classics, I am also reading. The principles in this book are extremely precious and can nourish my spirit. In addition, I have the fate of a scholar, and I can strengthen my own spirit through reading, so I can have this kind of improvement."
Lu Jing knew this and did not reveal many smiles on his face.
The destiny of a scholar is extremely suitable for Lu Jing now.
Copying classics and reading a lot of knowledge during the day can unknowingly increase the spiritual power. Let Lu Jingru visualize it all the time. In addition, he visualizes the Great Sage Yantian, the Ming Dynasty, and the spiritual power becomes stronger faster.
"However, this kind of practice still consumes a lot of energy and makes me exhausted. It must be because of this that Mr. Guanqi allows me to do what I can."
When Lu Jing thought of this, he put away his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, sat down where he was, and rested.
Lu Jing is not the only one in the Self-cultivation Tower.
There are also several library disciples.
The reason why these library disciples went to the Self-cultivation Tower was different from Lu Jing's, because they wanted to read the many self-cultivation classics in it.
Lu Jing's eyes fell on them, and he felt that these young men and even the old people wearing military robes had calm auras, calm faces, and a lot of confidence on their faces.
"These scholars are all very extraordinary. Most of them are Confucian scholars in their thirties and forties, some are old, and the least are teenagers."
Lu Jing looked around and finally found a young man in the crowd.
The young man wore a high crown, long hair shawl, and white clothes, and was reading a book carefully.
Perhaps sensing Lu Jing's gaze, the young man suddenly raised his head and looked at Lu Jing.
In an instant, Lu Jingyuan's spirit suddenly shook, and he felt a high mountain standing in front of him, giving him a strong sense of oppression!
"This young man's soul is so powerful."
Lu Jing lowered his head calmly. The young man seemed to finally see Lu Jing, but a rare smile appeared on his face.
He stood up and came towards Lu Jing.
"This senior..." The young man in white came up to Lu Jing and saluted Lu Jing: "There are not many young people in this cultivation tower. Senior... which gentleman are you sitting down to listen to?"
The young man in white clothes had a smile on his face, and his fair face showed a bit of leisurely dignity.
Lu Jing thought for a while and returned the greeting: "I didn't have a teacher to teach me. I came from the Cultivation Tower just to copy the classics."
"Copy classics?" The young man in white's eyes lit up and he said softly: "A few days ago, I heard the gentleman on duty in the Self-cultivation Tower say that he was looking for a student with good handwriting to come to the tower to copy old classics. I think he is the senior.
is you."
"So, the senior's handwriting is probably very good?"
With curiosity in his eyes, the young man in white introduced himself: "My name is Chen Xuanwu. Because I made a mistake, my elders drove me to this cultivation tower to study scriptures and cultivate myself. It has been more than two months now."
When he said this, his voice might have been a little louder, but two Confucian scholars in green clothes not far away cast their sharp eyes on him.
Chen Xuanwu shrank his head and lowered his voice and said: "All the scholars in this building are very old-fashioned. The senior is here today. You and I are of the same age, so we can probably relieve our boredom together."
There was a slight smile on Lu Jing's lips. Chen Xuanwu, the young man in white, always had a curious look on his face, and his tone of voice was very simple, like a child who was inexperienced in the world.
Lu Jing nodded slightly to him: "My name is Lu Jing."
"Lu Jing?" Chen Xuanwu turned his head and thought for a while, then asked: "There are not many people with the surname Lu in Taixuan Jing. Brother Jing, are you from the Lu family of Jiuhu, or are you a genius among the people?"
Lu Jing smiled casually and did not hide anything: "My surname is Lu, and I am Lu from the Lu family in Jiuhu."
Chen Xuanwu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It's good if you are a child of an aristocratic family. If you are from the common people and can enter this second floor, you will naturally be a first-class genius.
They are very arrogant in their hearts, some will deliberately flatter us, while others do not want to have anything to do with us, the children who are under the shadow of their elders, and are just obsessed with learning.
Anyway, it’s not easy to get along with them.”
When he said this, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Speaking of which, I heard before that there is a concubine in the Lu family in Jiuhu. It is said that... he wants to marry Nan Heyu, the swordsman genius of the Duke of Nanguo?"
Lu Jing was still very calm. He nodded with a smile and whispered to Chen Xuanwu, "It's true, but now that Nan Fengmian of Nanguo Duke's Mansion has returned, I don't know if Nan Mansion likes the Lu family of Jiuhu."
Chen Xuanwu took a careful look at Lu Jing and praised: "Brother Jing is quite calm. That little prince has made great contributions. After returning to Taixuanjing, the status of Nanguo Duke's mansion will rise. The old Duke of Nan wants to find a wife.
I'm afraid those legitimate sons of the declining rich families are also willing."
"Furthermore, I heard that the concubine of the Lu family is not favored by the clan, and there is nothing outstanding about him. I don't want to come to Tianjiao Nan Heyu. After all, Nan Heyu is only nineteen years old, but his soul sword skills are already gone.
It's so amazing that even me...my elders would praise it over and over again when they talk about it."
"However, you, the Lu family, don't have to worry. The old Duke has made a promise that since we have made a marriage contract, we will not go back on it."
Chen Xuanwu may have not spoken for a long time, but today when he met Lu Jing, a man of his own age, he opened up the conversation and never closed it.
For some reason, Lu Jing looked at this young man with pure and clear eyes, without the slightest malice. He was just talking about the impressions in his heart, so even though he talked so much, he couldn't get bored.
So... he felt something in his heart and asked, "Brother Xuanwu, is this Nan Heyu really so outstanding?"
"More than outstanding."
Chen Xuanwu looked a little depressed: "My elders always compare me with her.
Nan Heyu started practicing at the age of twelve. At the age of thirteen, he was able to swim in Yuan Shen Rizhao. At the age of fourteen, he went to Yuxing Island to learn Yuan Shen swordsmanship from Luo Mingyue, the great master of swordsmanship.
At the age of fifteen, she was able to wield ninety swords. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, the stars were shining, and the water was swirling. The Qian Xiushui sword in her hand was even more famous in the world. Compared with her, even this huge sword
In Taixuan Capital, there are only a few extremely noble people who can compare with him.
Now Nan Heyu is only nineteen years old, but he has already defeated three great swordsmen, and his reputation is resounding throughout the world...
Not to mention the concubine of the Jiuhu Lu family... not even many young and powerful men with great reputations can compete with her."
When Chen Xuanwu said this, he paused and then said: "That young master of your Lu family is very lucky. There are many noble young men pursuing Nan Heyu. Even the young Marquis of Zhongshan once rode down to Fengsuhai.
, I picked the Holy Branch of Mu and gave it to her, but Miss Nan didn’t accept this gift. I didn’t expect that Nan Heyu would marry the young master of the Lu family in the end.”
When the young man in white said this, he raised his eyes and glanced at Lu Jing again.
"Speaking of which, the concubine should be about the same age as the senior. He is the senior's cousin or..."
"It's me." Lu Jing said softly without changing his expression.
"Huh?" Chen Xuanwu was puzzled.
Lu Jing remained calm and said calmly: "Brother Xuanwu said that I am the concubine of the Lu family who is about to enter Zannan Mansion and marry the prodigy Nan Heyu."