If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 75 Once I entered the Heavenly Pass, but I felt that the Heavenly Pass was boring, and returned to the world (
Chapter 75 Once I entered the Heavenly Pass, but I felt that the Heavenly Pass was boring, and returned to the world (
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It’s autumn morning again.
The dawn light could not cover up the slight chill.
The unpredictable white clouds and fog seem not to coexist with the sun, but today there is sunshine in the fog, which is quite strange.
Lu Jing has been cultivating the sun, moon and sword light for the past few days, but his soul will always get tired.
Whenever this happened, Lu Jing would rest for a long time and then carefully study the Daxue Mountain True Mysterious Kung Fu.
When the sun was rising, Lu Jing had some porridge and snacks, and then went to the library to excerpt classics as usual.
Today seems a little different from previous days.
When he stepped onto the fourth floor of the Slimming Tower.
Chen Xuanwu at the top of the stairs was winking at him.
Lu Jing was a little confused. He followed Chen Xuanwu's gaze and saw Mr. Guanqi, who was dressed in blue, elegant in appearance, and with a warm expression. He was in front of his desk, looking down at the classics he had copied in the past few days.
Mr. Guanqi seems to be so serious about everything he does, without any carelessness.
Lu Jing also had a smile on his face when he saw Mr. Guanqi coming.
He felt more and more that Mr. Guanqi seemed to have a unique temperament. When he saw Mr. Guanqi, he felt that Mr. Guanqi had the legacy of a gentleman. No matter in his speech or behavior, he had a kind of simplicity and simplicity.
So Lu Jing smiled at Chen Xuanwu, came behind Mr. Guanqi, and waited quietly.
A long time passed.
Mr. Guanqi read an excerpt from "Xuanzhong Commentary" excerpted by Lu Jing.
He closed the new page that still had the fragrance of pen and ink, turned his head, and the voice of the soul fell into Lu Jing's ears again.
"Not impatient, not bad." Mr. Guanqi nodded: "Your regular script has also improved a lot, but compared to your cursive script, there is still a huge gap."
Lu Jing followed the etiquette of a disciple and saluted Mr. Guanqi: "This is an excerpt from a classic, so naturally it cannot be scrawled carelessly. Otherwise, if future generations read the excerpts from the classics and have many doubts, it will always be bad."
"There are only those classics written in cursive script. I also copy them in cursive script. If Mr. Guanqi feels it is inappropriate, I will change them to lower regular script next time."
Mr. Guanqi waved his hand: "It doesn't have to be like this. You are better at cursive writing. If you know pen and ink, you can see the dragon bones and phoenixes in it at a glance. You can also see the dragon and tiger in your heart from the pen and ink."
In this case, you might as well practice to be more ferocious."
Lu Jing answered with a smile: "Mr. Guanqi thinks highly of me."
Many Confucian scholars in the distance saw Lu Jing, who had just come to the Self-cultivation Tower not long ago, and seemed to be communicating with Mr. Guanqi.
They looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
Everyone in the entire library knew that since Mr. Fourth vomited blood and died, Mr. Guanqi, who could not speak at all, no longer wanted to communicate with his soul.
Chen Xuanwu's handsome face was also full of doubts.
"Master said that Mr. Guanqi should keep silent until Master returns to the human world, but today... why is Brother Jing talking to Mr. Guanqi now?"
"And Mr. Guanqi nodded repeatedly, as if he was still praising him?"
Chen Xuanwu couldn't help but think of what his two senior brothers told him about the gentlemen in the library.
Especially the evaluation of Mr. Guanqi...
The Confucian scholars in the Self-cultivation Tower are thinking wildly.
Mr. Guanqi lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said to Lu Jing: "Come with me."
Lu Jing followed Mr. Guanqi downstairs and walked on the second floor, still wondering where Mr. Guanqi would take him.
At this moment.
Lu Jing suddenly heard many people reciting poetry on the roadside.
"You can't keep yesterday's day, today's day is full of worries..."
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"Ten years of life and death are blurred, without thinking, one will never forget..."
Among the Confucian scholars passing by, many were reciting these two poems infatuatedly.
Their eyes were full of respect for these two poems.
There will also be disciples in the library who will mention the author of poems, and their respect will become more intense, as if they are talking about the fairyland in heaven.
Of course, people occasionally talk about Lu Jing, speculating on who has such great luck and can actually find such a heavenly word.
even……
When Mr. Guanqi and Lu Jing were walking, Lu Jing heard with his own ears that a young Confucian scholar said to his companions seriously: "There are no such wonderful words in the world. These two words actually came down from the sky."
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"Brother Zhou... Tianshangci praises these two Queci, but it does not mean that these two Queci come from heaven."
"No...no, the library has revised the history books of the founding dynasties, and also compiled many poems and spent a lifetime trying to find the best words in the world.
If these are mortal words, how can they be buried? Even if there are no complete words, one or two sentences should still come out."
"Brother Zhou, it is clearly written in the New Ci Book of the Library that these two poems were excerpted by a person named Lu Jing. How can they be said to be the best in the world?"
"In this world, there are not many heavenly beings who can see the heavenly realm, but there are some. Then Lu Jing must be a heavenly being."
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Lu Jing listened to these many rumors, watched the Confucian scholars around him saluting Mr. Guanqi, and followed Mr. Guanqi all the way up a hill to the foot of a locust tree.
The locust tree is very old, and its branches and leaves are swaying in the autumn wind. If you look closely, you can see that there are many scars on the locust tree, which seem to be sword wounds, but they are thicker.
Mr. Guanqi stopped when he arrived under the locust tree. This place was extremely quiet. I don't know if it was a second or third floor.
Lu Jing was a little confused.
But I saw Mr. Guanqi squatting down and pulling out many yellow weeds under the locust tree.
When the weeds are gone, you are left with a few lines of words crookedly written on the lowest part of the trunk of the locust tree.
"The tomb of Mr. Fourth in the library..."
Lu Jing couldn't help but become solemn.
He once heard Sheng Zi talk about Master Su Hei, the great scholar who entered Nanzhao alone. He once said that the reason why the great scholar packed up his bags and left the library.
It was because Mr. Fourth in the library vomited blood and died.
Lu Jing didn't know who Mr. Fourth was, but when he saw Mr. Guanqi cleaning up the weeds so seriously, he felt a bit of respect in his heart.
He took a step forward and saw another line of tiny words under the crooked tombstone.
It was also ugly that time, like a child playing.
"When I was young, I played around, and when I was young, I wandered around and achieved nothing. When I was thirty years old, I studied and practiced swordsmanship. After nine years of study, I was able to do it. I learned the sword in one day."
In just a few sentences, it seems that the fourth gentleman's life has been completely described, including childishness, dissoluteness, and majesty.
Mr. Guanqi turned around, saw Lu Jing's eyes, and then stood up.
"Mr. Fourth studied swordsmanship. In the first half of his life, he was in a difficult situation and his aptitude was dull. He seemed to accomplish nothing. But that year, he lost all the energy of difficulty in his body, learned all the swordsmanship in the library in one day, and achieved enlightenment in one day."
When Mr. Qi's soul transmitted his voice, Lu Jing could feel the deep respect in it.
"Later, he was the sword holder of the library. He once beheaded the heavenly immortals who held the library accountable. He also followed the master's footsteps into the heavenly gates, but found the heavenly gates boring and returned to the human world.
He is my senior brother and my leader. I brought you here today because I hope you can remember that there is such a person in my library."
Mr. Guanqi spoke with sincerity and sincerity.
Lu Jing didn't know the cause and effect, and didn't understand the meaning. He just nodded and saluted the tombstone of the locust tree like Mr. Guanqi.
Mr. Guanqi looked at him quietly.
After he finished the ceremony, he was about to take him back.
Suddenly... the wind suddenly became strong, a gust of autumn wind blew by, and the branches of the locust trees swayed.
Mr. Guanqi subconsciously raised his head.
But I saw that a branch on the locust tree seemed a little different.
So Mr. Guanqi raised his hand gently, and his spirit suddenly rose, and his energy surged and landed on the branch.
Click...
There was a crisp sound.
From the branch, a wooden sword flew out diagonally and fell into Mr. Guanqi's hand.
The wooden sword is completely black, and if you look closely, there are many mysterious lines on it.
These lines seem to be just decoration, but they also seem to contain something.
When Mr. Guanqi saw this wooden sword, his originally calm expression suddenly changed and became full of sadness.
Lu Jing looked curiously.
Mr. Guanqi seemed to suddenly understand something. He raised his head and looked around, then looked at the old locust tree, and finally his eyes fell on Lu Jing.
"This is the black sandalwood sword that Mr. Fourth used to practice swordsmanship in his early years. Unexpectedly, Mr. Four hid it in this locust tree."
Mr. Guanqi seemed to be explaining to Lu Jing.
Lu Jing also looked at the black sandalwood sword.
Mr. Guanqi smiled: "I come here every few days, and it has been this way for the past twelve years.
But in the past twelve years, I have never discovered that this wooden sword was actually on this locust tree.
But I brought you here today, and the wind is blowing by chance..."
Lu Jing was about to speak while thinking.
But I saw Mr. Guan Qi gently throwing the black sandalwood sword towards me.
Lu Jing took the wooden sword without hesitation.
"This sword should be yours. Now that your soul has reached the realm of floating, you just need it."
Lu Jing was stunned, and then another light flickered in his mind.
"It turned out to be the red opportunity I got when I was excerpting poems for the princess."
Only then did Lu Jing understand.
Mr. Guanqi on the side was already on his way back.
The voice of his soul is still heard.
"Aristocratic families always have a certain rotten spirit, but the root of this rotten spirit is far away and cannot be changed by just one or two people."
"The same is true for the Lu Mansion. Uncle Shenxiao cannot move quickly when he comes to Taixuanjing from the border of the empire with eight thousand Northern Qin prisoners.
It's still three months at least. If you want to leave the mansion, you have to hurry up, but... don't be too reckless. Not to mention the suppression of etiquette in the world, there are just a few warriors in the Lu family... who are also very strong."
Lu Jing followed Mr. Guanqi.
After hearing Mr. Guanqi's heartfelt whispers, I respected him even more.