MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 229 The library holds the sword, and the divine fire is at its peak.

  Chapter 229 The book building holds the sword, and the fire is extremely strong.

   "What is Mr. Sword Holder?"

   Lu Jing sensed Mr. Guanqi's intermittent spiritual thoughts, and he couldn't help worrying, even a little sad.

  As the man in brocade clothes said, these days, even Lu Jing has noticed that Mr. Guanqi must have a heavy burden on him. This burden makes him breathless and prevents him from staying in the world for a long time.

  But...Since Lu Jing came to this world, there are very few people who care about him from the bottom of their hearts and help him, and Mr. Guanqi is one of them.

   To some extent, Mr. Guanqi is more like an elder who has blood relatives with him.

   Now the elder seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, which made Lu Jing at a loss for a while, so he could only ask questions following Mr. Guanqi's words.

  "The bookstore is a place to preach and teach, but in many cases, besides preaching and teaching, the masters of the bookstore also have someone to walk around the world, see the world, and practice knowledge and principles.

  If necessary, the sword can also be used on behalf of the library.

  Because you become the sword in the library, you are not an ordinary Mr. Shulou, you will enter the fourth floor, and become the master's disciple from then on, becoming the fourteenth gentleman on the fourth floor of the library. "

   "Master's disciple, the fourteenth gentleman?" Lu Jing lowered his head, the moonlight shone on him, leaving the shadow behind him.

   "There are twelve four-story gentlemen in the study building, plus a person like me who entered the study building halfway, and you, there are fourteen people in total.

   It’s just that three of them are no longer alive, and maybe soon, Mr. Seven and I will follow in their footsteps. "

  Mr. Guanqi was quite calm. When he said these words, there was a lot of nostalgia for this world in his eyes but no sorrow.

   On the contrary, it was Lu Jing who paused slightly when he heard what Mr. Guan Qi said.

  Mr. Guanqi is really going to...leave?

   Lu Jing frowned and looked at the sky. The night was like a wash, without the undercurrent of the mysterious man's flames and blood, the clouds had long since dissipated.

  The sky above Taixuanjing is full of stars, even the night is so clear.

  But... this clear world is the one who took the life of Mr. Guanqi. Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Four saved the people from the disaster, but they had to pay the price with their lives.

   Coupled with the years of disasters in Hezhong Road, Lu Jing couldn't help but feel suspicious...

  —The authority of heaven and earth forbids mortals to manipulate the natural time and nature, but is the successive years of disasters in the middle of the river really the evolution of nature, rather than the work of the immortals in charge of authority?

  Mr. Si and Mr. Guanqi have already eliminated the drought. Why did the drought come back after this?

  Lu Jing was thinking, Mr. Guanqi walked more and more slowly.

  “Shulou originally wanted to make Confucianism a prominent school, to restrain oneself and return to ritual, and to govern with virtue.

  It's just... the past knowledge and principles have become shackles. The master traveled around the world and the world. He originally wanted to rule the people with virtue and make the world more prosperous.

   But later, the spiritual wave broke out, and the master gradually realized that it was not the mortal king who ruled the world. Confucianism became a prominent school, and the king governed with virtue. Just as the world is about to prosper, there will always be many changes. "

   "Because of this, the Great Candle King of the Northern Qin Dynasty wanted to break the situation with his strength, planted the Black Dragon Banner all over the world, and gathered the power of the world to fight against it.

  Emperor Chongtian originally wanted to make the world's martial arts and primordial spirit flourish to the peak, so that thousands of powerful people in the world could compete with those superior beings.

However, in the last spiritual tide, many heroes in the past fell, and the national fortune and power were greatly weakened. Bei Qin rose because of this. The sage in Taixuan Palace saw the surging spiritual tide and their tyranny. All the plans in the past were all shattered. Up to now, he was sitting on his seat, looking at the sky and the earth with cold eyes. "

   "Maybe he is right, but... even if the sage is successful, there will always be countless people in this world who become the price of the sage, just like... He Zhongdao."

   "Hoo..."

  Mr. Guanqi walked past a Dafu mansion, took a few breaths, and sat on the steps to rest.

  Lu Jing was beside him.

  Hezhong Road is the price of a sage...Lu Jing's white clothes fluttered, and he couldn't help but think of Qing Yue who had fled from famine, and Xu Wugui.

"If you can comprehend the human sword energy of Mr. Si, you can use the sword to produce Fuguang, Dongjun Gaozhao, and you can hold the magic technique and the two swords of the White Deer. Even if your cultivation is weaker now, you can hold the sword for the library. You are also suitable.

  The library has no requirements for you, you just walk with your sword, follow the principles in your heart, sharpen your sword, and there will be more hope in the world in the future. "

When Mr. Guanqi said this, he probably thought of Mr. Si. He shook his head lightly and said: "It's just...a person who has realized the sword energy in the world and acts with his heart. Sometimes it is inevitable that he will offend the authority of heaven and earth, or offend the real king.

  Lu Jing, I don't want to put shackles on you. If you don't want to hold a sword, it doesn't matter. You are still the master of the library. "

  Mr. Guanqi has a soft voice and a gentle tone, and the way he looks at Lu Jing is like an elder looking at a beloved junior.

  Perhaps it was because when he first met Lu Jing, Lu Jing was dressed in coarse clothes, but his eyes revealed the radiance of determination.

  Maybe it’s because he stepped into the library for the first time and wrote “Sui Han, and then the pines and cypresses wither after knowing.”

  Or, in the name of youthful blood, he beheaded the evildoer.

   Or it might be because of the Fuguang Jianqi cultivated by Lu Jing.

   All in all, Mr. Guanqi regards Lu Jing as his close relative and junior, and cannot bear to see him shoulder too heavy a burden. This is human nature.

   It could be heard in Lu Jing's ears, but it made Lu Jing's mood darker and darker.

  Mr. Chess Watch who introduced him to the game is about to die.

   "Sir, are you also Master's disciple?" Lu Jing was silent for a moment, with a unique brilliance in his eyes, he raised his head and asked.

  Mr. Guanqi shook his head and said with a smile: "It has been forty-nine years since Master ascended to heaven, and I was not born at that time.

  But after I reached the crown, I also met the master, maybe because I was born to escape, the master never accepted me as a disciple.

Later, I traveled all over the world with my luggage on my back. I originally had three wishes. First, I wished to know all the good people in the world. Second, I wished to read all the good books in the world. It's a little more escaped than me, and it also lingers between mountains and rivers.

   Calculating carefully, I have never seen each other since I returned to Taixuanjing from my travels. "

   "So, even if you have never been a disciple of the master, you can enter the fourth floor, and you can also become the sword-wielding gentleman in the mouth of the master?"

   Lu Jing turned his head to ask.

  Mr. Guanqi nodded: "Master is not in the world, but I am the person appointed by Master. I accept you as a disciple on behalf of Master. Even Master will agree, let alone the other gentlemen..."

   "Sir, I don't want to worship my master as my teacher."

  Lu Jing stood up and looked at Mr. Guanqi against the moonlight.

Mr. Guanqi was surprised, and was about to speak, but he heard Lu Jing say: "Sir took me into the library, gave me a pen to hold my heart, let me copy the classics to cultivate my calmness, and let me become Mr. I was able to have a chance to escape from the cage.

  Mr. taught me as if he was teaching his disciples, and he stood up for me many times, protecting my shortcomings like a teacher. "

   "Sir, although I didn't ask you to be my teacher, you and I have already been a teacher and an apprentice."

  At this time, Mr. Guanqi was sitting on a step, his forehead was still dripping with sweat, and there was some surprise on his gentle face.

  Lu Jing stood in front of him, bowing his head slightly.

  A young man who is famous all over the world, a young man who is famous in Taixuanjing...

  The two looked at each other.

  Lu Jing also became more solemn. He stood upright with his arms wide open, and his long sleeves cast two shadows. Then he folded his palms and saluted slowly towards Mr. Qi Guan.

   "Teacher." Lu Jing saluted respectfully.

  Mr. Guanqi is still hesitating: "I told you just now, I..."

   Lu Jing still couldn't afford to bow.

Mr. Guanqi, who was still hesitating at first, suddenly smiled. He tried his best to stand up, trying to help Lu Jing up, or maybe it was because he got up too quickly, which made this romantic talent with strong cultivation dizzy for a while, and was caught again. Lu Jing quickly supported him.

  Mr. Guanqi is getting weaker and weaker, which is not unusual.

  Jing Lu took a deep breath, turned around, and carried Mr. Guanqi on his back.

  Under the moonlight, the young man in white was carrying the gentleman in gray robe on his back. Mr. Guanqi's eyes were finally no longer as calm as before, but full of deep exhaustion.

  When he was young, he indulged in romance and in the mountains and rivers.

  He obviously hasn't seen too much suffering in the world, but he still sees the suffering of the people in the world. He is willing to contend with the power of heaven and earth when he is most energetic, and finally pay the price of his life.

   "If the teacher and the fourth gentleman did not stick to their hearts, he might be able to live for a long time."

  Lu Jing walked towards the library with Mr. Guanqi on his back: "The world makes the teacher die, and the teacher can only die, so there is no life at all?

   The authority of heaven and earth, should mortals not be able to touch it? "

  He was thinking again and again, and his eyes fell on the wind-expelling knife and rain-calling sword on his waist.

Da Zhuguo told him that the Hufeng Knife and the Rain-calling Sword are the soldiers of the immortals who fell into the world, and the power of heaven and earth is hidden in them. If you can control the power of heaven and earth in it, you can really call the wind and rain instead of just calling the wind and rain These two supernatural powers!

   "In the past, my cultivation was not enough. Even if I traveled the world, I still couldn't see the many secrets of the world clearly, and I still fell into danger.

  Teacher also said just now that if something happened to He Zhongdao, there would still be people in Taixuan Jingzhong who would not let me go. "

   "It's Emperor Chongtian..."

  Lu Jing glanced sideways at Taixuan Palace: "Is it because I am afraid that I will walk out of Taixuanjing and vote for Beiqin from now on, or become his hindrance?"

  At this point in his thoughts, his eyes became more determined: "It's just that now, I have three honorable life styles: young sword armor, dragon slayer, and immortal physique..."

  Besides these three fates, a white light was still flashing in Lu Jing's mind.

  In that white light, there is exactly the Taoist wonder that Lu Jingxiang got when he sent Nan Fengmian off.

   "There is also the one thousand life energy obtained by rejecting the mysterious man just now, triggering the ominous sign, and a rare opportunity to be honored. All these kinds of reliance are enough for me to travel around the world!"

  Lu Jing walked all the way towards the library.

  In this world, there are not many people who really treat him well. Lu Jing is willing to draw his sword for those innocent children, so he is naturally willing to take a walk on Hezhong Road, see the disasters in Hezhong Road, and find an opportunity to take over the power of heaven and earth.

  The fifth floor of the Slim Tower in the study building was empty.

  Mr. Guanqi has fallen asleep, and his face is full of exhaustion.

  Lu Jing poured some water for Mr. Guanqi, put it on the table in front of him, and was about to walk down the tower of self-cultivation.

   A sudden gust of wind blew away a scrap of paper on the table.

   Lu Jing closed the window, picked up the scrap paper and was about to put it on the table.

   But there was a piece of straw paper placed under the desk paperweight.

   Two chess pieces, one black and one white, were neatly placed on the straw paper.

   Lu Jing has seen these two chess pieces more than once.

  Just before tonight, these two chess pieces were always in the hands of Mr. Chess Watcher.

  When Lu Jing came to the Self-cultivation Tower before, he often saw Mr. Guanqi carefully polishing these two chess pieces.

  But when the stars are shining tonight, there is still a line of words written on the straw paper under the two chess pieces.

   "Hold the sword in one fell swoop, the sky is steady, and the osmanthus is full of sleeves!"

  The twelve characters are romantic and unrestrained, just like the mountain stream after the cloud and rain, with both mountains and water, beautiful and spectacle!

   "This is Mr. Guanqi's running script, it's what he wrote to me."

  Looking at these twelve characters, Lu Jing felt that Mr. Guanqi had deep wishes for Lu Jing in every word, not just expectations.

  He set his eyes on the two chess pieces, one black and one white.

  The two chess pieces are also gifts from Mr. Guanqi to Shulou Zhijian.

  Lu Jing worships Mr. Guanqi as his teacher, and has already decided to become the sword in the library.

  So he didn't hesitate, and reached out to pick up the two black and white chess pieces.

  The moment his fingers touched the black and white chess pieces, the two chess pieces, one black and one white, suddenly glowed, and immediately flew into the void and landed between Lu Jing's eyebrows.

   "This is... Mr. Four's sword bone!"

When the two chess pieces fell into Lu Jingmei's heart, two sword lights, one black and one white, faintly appeared in Lu Jingmei's heart. The two sword lights were both curled and connected end to end, and there were black and white lights looming around them. For peculiar.

  When the sword bone entered between Lu Jing's eyebrows, the nine divine fires rising from Lu Jing's Yuanshen suddenly became brilliant.

  Three Dao Ming Wang Shenhuo and six Dao Yuanshen Shenhuo gathered in Lu Jing Yuanshen, and they actually illuminated two sword bones in black and white.

  The two sword bones were suspended in the center of the divine fire of the Nine Dao Yuanshen, and the extremely rich vitality gushed out of it, repairing the Yuanshen who landed on Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing seemed to be aware of it, with his eyebrows raised slightly, the wind and rain scriptures were in motion, and bursts of golden light emanated from his soul.

Under the immortal physique, Lu Jing's primordial spirit talent and his sensitivity to vitality have been greatly improved. When the strong vitality came, it was turned into wind and rain by the wind and rain scriptures, blowing and watering Lu Jing's primordial energy. god.

  Among the two chess pieces, there seem to be two kinds of sword lights full of sword intent rising!

   "No, these are not two sword intents, but two sword souls."

  Lu Jing closed his eyes, sensing these two sword spirits.

   And his nine divine fires got closer and closer, and gradually burned into one.

   So far, Lu Jing has reached the peak of Shenhuo!

  Take another step forward, and you will enter the realm of shining stars.

  Mr. Guanqi, who fell asleep, sensed the great vitality emanating from Lu Jing.

  The tired gentleman thought he was dreaming, and a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  He muttered in his dream: "As expected of my disciple, as expected of the sword holder in the library, with great talent, but in just one night, the vitality in the bone of the sword can be transformed into the primordial spirit.

   In just one night, he stepped into the peak of the divine fire..."

  Lu Jing didn't hear Mr. Guanqi's dream talk, he was still closing his eyes, digesting the vitality from the two chess pieces.

  Northern Qin Dynasty.

  The Great Candle King was dressed in black, standing proudly in the clouds, looking at the Ten Thousand Chariots on the ground.

   Behind those chariots is a mountain that stretches for hundreds of miles.

  The hundred-mile-long mountain is quite strange. It seems that a sword has been cut off from it, and a gully several miles long has been cut abruptly.

  Big Candle King’s gaze was originally on many chariots, but suddenly, the hundreds of miles of mountains shook, and this unrivaled king turned his head away...

   "Who can attract Ji Shen'an's past sword light?"

  He asked with his hands behind his back. Behind him was a general with indifferent eyes, wearing a large bronze armor, and a pair of **** hands, Shen Tu, who said: "Just ask the library and you will know."

  Big Candle King thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Maybe someone inherited Ji Shen'an's legacy."

There was a smile on Shentu's face: "Ji Chen'an's sword intent is unrivaled, but...he wants to cover everything, not only to save the ants in the mud, but also to cut down the tigers and leopards in the sky. How can there be such a thing in this world? Something as easy as that?"

   "It's a pity that one of them vomited blood and died in the end."

  Big Candle King's body seemed to be more magnificent than the distant mountains, and he said slowly: "I have ideals in my heart, and it is not a pity that Mr. Si died for his ideals."

   "He is a hero in the world. When we set up a chariot burning with fire and break through the great ambush and the sky, we will pay homage to him."

  Shentu lowered his head.

   "Huh!"

   "Huh!"

   "Huh!"

  …

  In front of the hundred-mile mountain, there were bursts of soaring sounds. If someone looked carefully, they could see a middle-aged man from the Northern Qin Dynasty who looked like an ant. He was digging this mountain with his upper body naked and numb eyes.

   Thousands of people are moving mountains with their bodies. The iron of the Northern Qin Dynasty has been melted into twelve golden men, chariots, and weapons in the hands of many soldiers.

  These middle-aged men from the Northern Qin Dynasty who had never practiced, or were unable to cultivate to a high level, their hands were bleeding, and their shoulders were rubbed with hemp rope to form deep blood grooves.

  Their eyes have long been stiff, like weeds on the side of the road, without thinking or thinking.

  In this world of practitioners, Bei Qin opened the mountain with an ordinary body. I don't know why.

  Northern Qin State Capital...

   Mr. Da is splashing ink, and there is a white-haired woman sitting in front of him.

  Suddenly, Mr. Da's pen tip trembled and dropped a few drops of ink.

  This short stature and not even a suave and suave Mr. Shulou raised his head abruptly.

  The white-haired woman was a little surprised: "But what happened?"

  Mr. Da laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "You and I just pretend nothing happened and wait quietly."

  —

  The two chess pieces in Lu Jingmei's heart attracted the attention of many people.

  He also woke up long ago, and carefully folded the scrap of paper Mr. Guanqi wrote to him for safekeeping.

  After thinking about it, he took up the pen and put it down.

  Early in the morning of the second day, Mr. Guanqi woke up, only to see that the sky was cloudy and rainy.

  In the direction of the middle of the river, bursts of black vitality turned into tornadoes, as if something was brewing.

  Mr. Guanqi stood up and came to the table as usual. When he looked down, he saw words on the straw paper, which were Lu Jing's words.

   "May you live forever, and every year will be spring."

  (end of this chapter)