MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 32 Martial arts, cultivate a sense of mastery, cultivate a breath of fearlessness

   Chapter 32 Martial Dao

   The reactions of everyone present varied.

  But they also ended up in the same way. The eyes of the arrogant maids shone with a clear light, and they became a little more curious about Lu Jing, the most unloved son-in-law in the Lu family.

   "Strange, where did Lu Jing learn to write in cursive script like this, and write it so brilliantly?"

  Xi Qiu and Xue Liu looked at each other.

  Ning Qiang's originally sad face now also showed surprise.

   "The word Luan Piaofengbo, Dragon and Snake Feifei... Even I think it's very good... I didn't expect my cousin's writing skills to be as good as Lu Jiang's cousin said."

  Ning Qiang's eyes were shining brightly, and she exclaimed, making Lu Jiang look extremely unnatural.

   Lin Rendong's eyes were still on Lu Jing's pen and ink, and after a long time, she looked up at Lu Jing again.

   But he found that Lu Jing was still frowning slightly.

   "Master Jing, this word is already very good, but I don't think you are satisfied."

  Lin Rendong asked with a smile, "I was thinking of getting these words and words from Miss Qiang and Young Master Jing and giving them to my father."

   "My father is quite good at calligraphy, and such gifts will surely make him happy."

  Ning Qiang hesitated: "My cousin's words are naturally very well written, but my word... The Lin family has an opinion, I'm afraid I will feel a little immature."

  Lu Qiong smiled and said, "Cousin why should I be humble, this poem is also very good."

   After he finished speaking, he turned his head to Lu Jing and said, "Lu Jing's calligraphy is really good. If he is good at poetry, he can also make a name for himself in the literary world of Taixuanjing."

  Lu Qiong's maid, Xi Qiu, nodded unconsciously.

   I also feel that Master Qiong’s calligraphy is not as good as that of Lu Jing, but his poetry skills are also extraordinary, and very people can compare.

  Lu Qiong's words fell.

  Lu Jing carefully rolled up the river silk paper on the stone table with a serious face, and handed it to Lin Rendong.

   "Since the honeysuckle girl wants it, I will make the decision on behalf of my sister and send a honeysuckle girl."

  Lin Rendong was a little puzzled, but he reached out and took the river silk paper.

  Ning Qiang opened her mouth, and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

  Lu Jing gave the river silk paper to Lin Rendong, and suddenly said softly to Qingyue standing behind him, "Qingyue."

  Qingyue reacted, and immediately there was a paper to grind and ink.

   Several people in the pavilion gathered around again, not understanding what Lu Jing was doing.

   While Qingyue is busy.

  Lu Jing looked at Ning Qiang and said, "Cousin, I know your heart is sad, but if you don't get rid of these sadness, I'm afraid it will hurt your spirit and body."

   At this moment, Qing Yue handed over a brush.

  Lu Jing wrote again, and said: "I also like to read poetry collections, I once read a poem in a poetry collection, and it was written extremely well.

   I will write it out by default and give it to my cousin.

   I hope that my cousin can get rid of the past and sorrow as soon as possible. "

   After Lu Jing finished speaking, he wrote again.

   When a line of poetry appears on the precious river silk paper on the stone table.

   This time, what attracted everyone's attention was not only Lu Jing's words like a dragon, but also these many verses.

  Lin Rendong's eyes kept changing, looking at Lu Jing for a while, and the poem on the paper for a while.

   The one who felt the deepest was probably Ning Qiang.

   Tears flickered in her eyes, but she was thoughtful, wondering what she had learned from those poems...

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   Time flies by.

   When the sunset shone, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled in the autumn garden, and the clear stream beside the Qingliu Pavilion also had a reddish color, as if the sunset had fallen into it, stained with the desolation of the passing water.

  Lu Qiong, Ning Qiang, and Lin Rendong left one after another.

   In this Qingliu Pavilion, only Lu Jiang, the maid Xueliu, Lu Jing and Qingyue were left.

  Besides Qingliu Pavilion, there is another attendant of Lu Jiang waiting in the distance.

  Lu Jiang is still sitting on the stone bench with a golden sword.

   He has a broad physique and a very tall and straight posture. There is not much gloom on his tough face.

   Both Lu Jing and Lu Jiang were silent.

   It's just that Lu Jiang's eyes are still a little curious: "I didn't expect you to have a skill."

  Lu Jing smiled and said, "I've disappointed the fifth cousin."

  Lu Jiang shook his head: "In today's Dafu, you have neither fame nor cultivation, how can you get ahead with only one hand of calligraphy?

   So I'm not disappointed, but to my surprise, you are so tough and tough that you dare to refute me many times? "

Lu Jing was still sitting across from Lu Jiang, and slowly picked up the teacup on the stone table: "Fifth cousin, since I have already practiced martial arts, I naturally want to have a good idea. For me, it is a continuous mountain that cannot be crossed or climbed.”

   Having said that, Lu Jing drank all the tea in the cup.

   "The fifth cousin recruited me today because he wanted to humiliate me in front of others, making me gloomy and uneasy. Now that I know it, I naturally want to protect myself."

   Lu Jiang's eyes were filled with admiration: "In martial arts practice, you really need to cultivate a sharp breath. When you see the front, you can break the front. When you are in trouble, you are right. Lu Jing, you are right."

   "It's just that I didn't mean to hit you just now. You are over sixteen years old, and it is extremely difficult to cast bones."

   "On the day that Young Master Xuehu came, I heard the sound of your bones screeching, and you must have worked hard for a long time to reach this state.

   But if you want to go further, it is extremely difficult. "

   As Lu Jiang spoke, he slowly stood up.

   "Lu Jing, as you just said, cultivating martial arts, cultivating martial arts, is all about understanding one idea.

  If the thoughts are not accessible, then the Qi and blood will not be smooth, and the cultivation base will not be able to enter the realm! "

   "You also said just now that with Nanfu, the old lady Ning will not impose too severe punishment on you, so if I want to make my thoughts clear, I can only do it myself..."

  Lu Jiang's eyes suddenly became incomparably cold: "You are just the son of a young girl. I want to vent my anger, but you can't refute it, so I will invite you to come today!"

   He carried his hands on his back and walked out of the Qingliu Pavilion step by step.

   And his voice came slowly again: "When you are dead, when I have a good idea, I will naturally take care of your wreckage, so that you will not starve to death..."

  Lu Jiang took the snow willows away.

  Qingyue stood behind Lu Jing, listening to Lu Jiang's cold words, a little timid.

  Lu Jing did not change his face, and watched Lu Jiang leave.

   Then... Lu Jing's eyes fell on Lu Jiang's attendant in the distance.

   This attendant is the silent young man who just came to pass the news...

   Zhang Yuan.

   At this moment, Zhang Yuan is still walking step by step, on the only way to Qingliu Pavilion.

   There was a bit of apology in his eyes.

   also muttered to himself: "I also ask Young Master Jing to forgive me, my life belongs to Young Master Jiang, and my family is also taken care of by Young Master Jiang..."

   "When Master Jing is abolished, I will punish myself."

  Lu Jing turned his head slightly, with a look of approval in his eyes.

   "It's a loyal and heroic man. Presumably you committed suicide not to apologize to me, but to take the blame and not let it spread to Lu Jiang."

   A trace of guilt flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes, but he still came with firm steps.

   "We, weak people like us, die for a noble like Young Master Jiang, and we die well enough!"

   Lu Jing, who was still sitting on the stone bench, took another sip of tea before standing up.

   For a moment, a scorching cold light burst out in his eyes.

   He was as loose as his body, his bones snapped, and there was no fear in his eyes.

   "What martial arts cultivate, not only cultivate a sense of mastery, but also cultivate a breath of fearlessness..."

   "Lu Jiang wants to abolish me?"

   "Zhang Yuan, tell him after a quarter of an hour, I don't agree."

   (end of this chapter)