MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 22 Running on the river for a long night, jumping to the nine heavens in one day

  Chapter 22 Running to Shangjiangfu in the long night, leaping to the nine heavens in one day

   Nan Xuehu left, and the sudden rain stopped.

  The two black-clothed old men were expressionless as they watched Nan Xuehu leave.

   One of the skinny old people always carried his hands on his back and never spoke.

   And the old soldier with a scar on his face finally turned his head when he saw Nan Xuehu leading the Yuelong Mountain away from the side gate of the west courtyard again.

  Lu Jingzheng was standing in front of the door in the courtyard, looking at the dark clouds leaving from the sky, thoughtfully.

   "Third Young Master, do you know the origin of Nan Xuehu's famous horse, Yuelong Mountain?" The old man with a scar suddenly asked.

  Lu Jing was separated by a distance of several meters, and he only felt that the two old men in front of him had rickety bodies and old faces, and even their eyes showed old age, which seemed to be unremarkable.

   But Lu Jing knew that when Nan Xuehu came to his courtyard, there must be a reason why the Lu residence sent such two old men.

   These two veterans are naturally not ordinary people.

  But Lu Jing...I really don't know the origin of Yuelong Mountain.

Seeing Lu Jing's silence, the old man with the scarred sword said slowly: "Nan Xuehu, the mansion of the Nanguo Gong, once participated in the Battle of Shangjiang. In that battle, the six hundred black-faced soldiers of the Northern Qin colluded with the middle-level officials and ran for a long night. Shangjiang House.

   That night, the hooves of 600 Yuelong Mountain horses were silent, but they were stained with the blood of thousands of guards in Shangjiang Prefecture. "

   "Nan Xuehu was only 15 out of 10 back then, but he followed the elders of Nanguo Mansion on horseback for four days and four nights, entered Shangjiang Mansion, and killed 600 black-faced armored men!

   The Yuelong Mountain under his seat was captured by him in that deadly battle, and it was his trophy. "

  The old soldier with scars showed some appreciation in his tone, and finally sighed, turned around and said, "It's just that there is no such young man in my Lu residence."

   "It's like that Lu Jiang, who was used by people and led people into the mansion without knowing it, but he fell into the name of Lu mansion."

   The old soldier with scars seemed to be talking to Lu Jing, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

   The two old men took a few steps forward.

  The skinny old man who hadn't spoken since the beginning suddenly turned his head and said, "Nan Xuehu is suffocating you with his qi. You never gave in, so it's not bad."

   "The old lady Ning went to the Jokhang Temple to fast and worship the Buddha, and he would return in three or five days at most, and he would definitely ask you about the martial arts practice.

  You can tell the old lady that I teach you martial arts. "

   The skinny old man was white and beardless, but he was covered with many wrinkles. His eyes were always gloomy, staring at Lu Jing, which made Lu Jing feel a little uncomfortable.

   But the words of the skinny old man made Lu Jing feel a lot more at ease, and he was about to express his thanks.

   But the old man had already turned away, leaving only his voice echoing in the courtyard.

   "My name is Wu Beidie."

  The two old soldiers walked slowly, just like ordinary old people, walking away.

   Until they left, Lu Jing's mind was like a thread breaking, and all of a sudden, the fatigue all over his body swept in like a tide.

   Every flesh, every fascia, and every bone was shaking uncontrollably by Lu Jing.

   Just now, Lu Jing was suppressed by Nan Xuehu's qi and blood. With the help of visualization of King Daming and crocodile demon bone casting skills, he forcibly controlled his own body, so as not to be too rude.

   But now, when this state subsides, the sequelae after the suppression just now, like the collapse of the Great Wall, came with a bang.

  Lu Jing's body softened, he staggered forward, and forcibly supported it again, walking slowly to the stone table in the courtyard.

  Lu Jing sat in front of the stone table, looking neither sad nor happy, and called softly, "Qing Yue, bring me my pen and paper."

   shouted.

   The voice was too low, Qing Yue probably never heard it.

  Lu Jing closed his eyes, and visualized King Daming for another round, only to feel that his spirit was a lot less sluggish, but his energy was a little stronger.

   He raised his voice slightly and shouted again.

   "Master Jing, is that rude son gone?"

  Qing Yue walked out of the back room with a pen and paper.

   From a distance, she saw Lu Jing's face pale and his body even trembling slightly.

  Qing Yue shook her lips and didn't say much. She just wiped the rain off the table for Lu Jing, and polished the ink for him.

   Seeing Lu Jing writing, Qing Yue walked into the side room to boil water and pour tea for Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing held the slightly curved brush in his hand, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

   After a few breaths of time.

  Lu Jing's hand suddenly stopped shaking.

   He opened his eyes and stroked the paper with a force that seemed to weigh thousands of pounds.

   "Tianxingjian, the gentleman is self-improvement."

  Ten characters, written in cursive script, heartily.

After the    cross, Lu Jing's mood finally calmed down a lot.

   He put the brush down and let out a long breath.

  Lu Jing's mentality also became extremely stable, and his thoughts were very clear for a while.

   "A gentleman should uphold a strong will and keep improving himself. Only in this way can he be in harmony with the will of heaven.

   Nan Xuehu was aggressive, arrogant and unreasonable today, but it never blocked my thoughts. "

   At this time, a gust of autumn wind blows.

  The clouds in the sky are beautiful.

   "Look carefully, the clouds in the sky are like a nine-layered sky, layer by layer. If there are immortals here, they will probably use the clouds as a ladder to go straight to the nine-layered sky."

   Lu Jing's thoughts and this, suddenly flashed in his mind.

  He sat on the stone bench like this, looking at the clouds in the sky from a distance...

   In my mind, I began to visualize the primordial spirit!

   Indistinctly, another ray of light emerged in his mind, and the ray of light gradually became clear and turned into a figure.

Around the    figure, there are many more starry sky, rivers, seas, mountains and rivers, the earth and many other visions.

   And in these visions, another Jiuzhongtian rises up and falls into the void universe.

   "The Primordial Spirit crossed the Jiuzhongtian and jumped out. From then on, he was free and unconstrained by the mortal body."

  Lu Jing seemed to have realized something.

   He tried to control his primordial spirit, fell between the rivers, seas and rivers, and then, step by step, ascended this ethereal Jiuzhongtian.

   Layer after layer.

   Step by step.

  I don't know how long it took, Lu Jing was in a trance, he had already found himself standing on the Jiuzhongtian, overlooking the extraordinary scenery of Yuanshen, which was very beautiful.

  Lu Jing lingered, fascinated by these many scenes.

   At this moment, another golden light suddenly appeared in Lu Jing's mind. The dharma image of King Daming slowly appeared, and the light shone on Lu Jing Yuanshen, which made Lu Jing wake up instantly.

   "Although the beautiful scenery is beautiful, it is ultimately bound by many constraints. You cannot escape from the world, you cannot be free, you cannot live forever, and you cannot enter the gate of heaven."

  Lu Jingyuanshen stood on Jiuzhongtian and jumped suddenly.

   In one jump, it was like a soul freed from death, like a true spirit unchained, Lu Jing looked down in a trance.

   But he saw his own body, sitting on the stone bench, with his eyes closed, motionless.

  Looking is very novel.

   "This is... Refining God, going out of the body!"

   Lu Jingyuanshen's face just showed a bit of joy.

Sudden! A gust of wind blows in the distance, and the light shines again in the daytime.

  Lu Jing only felt that his Primordial Spirit was crumbling, and he felt extremely hot, almost burning.

"not good!"

   He understood in an instant, and without a moment's hesitation, he fell down and fell into his own body.

   "I have been able to leave my body, but I can't float in the sky during the day, and I can't be blown by the wind."

  Lu Jing opened his eyes physically on the stone bench, only to feel a terrible headache and lethargy.

  He looked up at the sky and felt a little more fortunate in his heart.

   "Fortunately... the clouds covered the scorching sun."

   (end of this chapter)