MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 61 Noble Confucian scholar, breaking the pedantic spirit of the world

  Chapter 61 The noble Confucian, breaking the pedantic spirit of the world

   Zhao Wanliang obviously did not expect Lu Jing to answer like this.

   He was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Originally wearing a slightly sloppy face, there was a rare serious look on his face, and he said to Lu Jing: "Earlier, Mr. Wu told me that you have some toughness about you. If you are only ordinary, it is afraid that it will not be so close to you.

  I thought that Mr. Wu said it casually at the time, but I didn't expect you to be blindsided in this Lu Mansion, sinking in the mud, but still don't want to lose what you hold in your heart and cling to wealth, which is extremely rare. "

Lu Jing pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "It's not what I hold in my heart, if the Nanfu can really help me get rid of the quagmire on my body, so that I can see the sun like the flowers in my flower garden in the mid-autumn sun, I think I'd be very happy. willing.

   It's just... Nanfu is also complicated. Clay figurines like me went to Nanfu, but they jumped from one quagmire to another, and still couldn't see the sun.

  Besides that, why should Munan House be so strong and look forward to another quagmire? "

   Zhao Wanliang glanced at Lu Jing even higher, and said, "Yes, you know the pros and cons in case of trouble, don't be fooled by appearances, if you leave it in the army, you at least deserve a sentence."

   "That's the case, you have to do it yourself, and you have this martial arts cultivation base on your body, I don't know how you hide it, but when the general comes back, he will definitely ask you.

  Compared with this matter, martial arts is also the next best thing. If you hide your clumsiness in the house, the sin is even worse. At that time, someone will naturally ask you what you want to do. "

   As Zhao Wanliang spoke, he turned and left.

   His voice still reverberated in Lu Jing's ears: "Also these few days, don't wander around the mansion, on weekdays, the old lady tells you to only enter and exit through this west gate, probably because you are afraid of bumping into the nobles.

   King Chong'an... worthy of the respect of my Lu Palace, if he didn't have a halberd but disarmed his armor, and the power of Tai Xuan would be suppressed, we warriors would have to die more. "

  Lu Jing watched Zhao Wanliang leave before turning around and returning to the courtyard.

  Qingyue was always waiting for him at the gate of the courtyard. Seeing her appearance, Lu Jing laughed and joked: "What? Do you think I went out early in the morning to fight with someone, and I lost the fight?"

  Qing Yue wrinkled her nose, lowered her head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised her head and said, "Young master, you are a man in the courtyard and have your own plans.

  But...if you go to do these dangerous things in the future, can you...can you tell me something? "

   The smile on Lu Jing's face faded, and he said softly: "Since it's a dangerous thing, naturally I can't let you know, otherwise you'll be restless at home and worry about it for a long time, it's not good for your health."

   But Qingyue shook her head stubbornly: "Master, that's not the case."

   "In this huge Lu Mansion, I am the closest to the young master, and the young master also thinks the same way.

  You went to do that dangerous thing and told me about it, and you knew something in your heart. You knew that I was still thinking about me in this small courtyard, and you knew that I was looking forward to your victory. "

   "Even though it's just some useless thoughts, it's still better than walking alone."

   Qingyue spoke softly, her tone full of firmness, and even her eyes looked directly into Lu Jing's eyes.

   Qingyue, who occasionally gets confused on weekdays, seems to be very reasonable.

  Lu Jing was silent for a while, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and he slowly nodded to Qingyue.

   Qing Yue had a small smile on her face.

   Her eyes were like a bright moon, her eyes were as bright as moonlight, and she seemed to be filled with some power, like a blue sea, making Lu Jing's heart more and more peaceful.

   "By the way, Master, I cooked a bowl of noodles as you said, do you want to take it to the library?"

  Lu Jing was in a trance, but Qing Yue suddenly asked.

   He nodded and said with a smile: "I knew a young man in the library, about the same age as me, who can't go home on weekdays, so I brought a bowl of noodles and let him taste it."

  Lu Jing said this, and took out a small piece of shiny gold from his waist.

   "Young master received a monthly salary from the bookstore. This piece of gold is more than a tael, so you can keep it. You can add whatever you want to the backyard.

   Eat as much as you can, you don’t have to save it, you can get it again next month. "

   "Gold...gold?"

  Qingyue blinked, quickly took the small piece of gold from Lu Jing's hand, and looked at it carefully for a while.

   "Yeah! It's really gold, young master, the bookstore is so good? If you go to the bookstore to study, you can actually get a monthly salary?"

   "Huh? I didn't go to the bookstore to be a disciple of the bookstore. Your young master was invited to be a gentleman."

   "Sir? Young Master, did you teach in the library? With such an air?"

   "Teaching? Mmmm...that's about it, it's the man from the library anyway."

  —

  Lu Jing took the food box with noodles in clear soup and went to the bookstore.

   went up to the fourth floor of the self-cultivation tower, and found that Chen Xuanwu had come early, was hiding in the corner, and carefully read a book.

  Lu Jing approached, but Chen Xuanwu didn't notice it at all.

   This made Lu Jingshen feel interesting, because when he saw Chen Xuanwu for the first time, he just glanced at him and already realized that although Chen Xuanwu was young, his Yuanshen was very powerful.

   is such a young Primordial Spirit cultivator, who didn't even notice the person next to him...

   "What book did he read?"

  Lu Jing quietly stuck his head out.

   His eyes caught a line of words on the page.

   "The time and the night are long and deep, and the feelings are secret. The fish lights are all around, and the candles are bright on both sides.

   Well, no wonder Chen Xuanwu is so absorbed, the book he was reading was a little unserious.

  Lu Jing couldn't help but smile.

  Chen Xuanwu suddenly felt something, and quickly closed the page, looking up to see Lu Jing, he breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Brother Jing, you shouldn't walk so lightly, the sage has words and walks with sound, but it's inconvenient..."

  Lu Jing handed the food box in his hand to Chen Xuanwu and said with a smile, "You are too fascinated."

  Chen Xuanwu took the food box curiously.

"My girl made this. I like it very much. I remembered that you were in this self-cultivation tower early this morning, so I asked her to make a bowl for you as well. It's my first gift for you. Eat it quickly. Well, I've gone very fast, but this side is not like other dim sum, it won't taste good after soaking for a long time."

   Chen Xuanwu nodded when he heard Lu Jing's words, and the smile on his face became more and more prosperous.

He opened the food box, took out the bowl of noodles, looked at the bowl carefully, and praised: "Brother Jing's riding and shooting lessons should be excellent, after walking so much, the soup in this bowl is not enough. Sprinkle a little bit."

  While praising him, he picked up his chopsticks and caught the entrance.

At the moment of   's entrance, Chen Xuanwu paused slightly before continuing to eat.

   only frowned slightly.

   "Brother Jing, your girl's craftsmanship is really..."

"Excellent craftsmanship, isn't it?" Lu Jing smiled complacently and said, "My girl's other meals are just average, but this noodle soup is a must. I don't eat a bowl every day, and my mouth is always dull. some."

  Chen Xuanwu chewed the noodles in his mouth hard and remained silent.

  Lu Jing added: "Although you can eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas sent by Fuzhong in this self-cultivation tower, you can't eat such home-cooked meals.

  I will bring some for you when I come to the self-cultivation tower in the future. Anyway, I have to eat, so it’s okay to do more. "

   Chen Xuanwu became more and more silent.

   What this simple white-clothed boy thinks most now is whether it would be too unreasonable to reject Lu Jing.

   And at this moment, on the seventh floor of the Self-cultivation Tower.

  Mr. Guanqi was holding his hands on his back and looking down at the ground.

  The ground is paved with mahogany, and the wood fragrance overflows.

   Mr. Kuang Qi didn't seem to be looking at this boring floor, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

   "Over the years, this is the first time you have made an exception to recruit such a young gentleman for the academy."

  Beside Mr. Guanqi, there is a woman in palace dress.

  The woman was wearing a light blue gauze, and her elegant jade face was painted with light red makeup. This makeup was charming and graceful, although simple but elegant.

  The immortal-like graceful and charming face, coupled with a pair of unforgettable starlight water eyes, seems to be able to captivate the glitz of thousands of generations.

   The woman stood beside Mr. Guanqi and also looked down at the ground.

   Mr. Kanqi was silent.

   The woman frowned, and her eyes turned a little more blamed: "Since you have already communicated with the young primordial spirit and broke your paranoia, why don't you say anything?"

  Mr. Guanqi finally turned his head and glanced at the woman: "This face... is much more refined."

  The woman touched her face and said expressionlessly: "It's just a skin. If I want, I can be more beautiful, but it's rare for you to keep the ring for more than ten years so broken?"

  Mr. Guanqi's eyes fell on the ground again: "Don't you think that this young man has his own tenacity, and he has a sense of what he says and what he does."

The woman shook her head and said, "I don't think he is outstanding. There are many talents in Taixuan Beijing, and some of the seventeen or eighteen year olds are better than him. When you meet him, you will break his precept for him and recruit him into the library. Makes me suspicious."

  Mr. Guanqi let out a long sigh, and then said slowly: "There are indeed many talented young people in Beijing, but most of them are children of well-born, well-raised, and well-educated families, noble families.

   Only this land scene is different. "

   "Although he could not be said to have experienced hardships in the Lu Mansion, he had not received any education.

  The Lu Mansion wanted to make him a... **** because of an incident a long time ago.

   He was over sixteen years old, and he had never been taught by a gentleman in essays or taught by a bishop's mother in etiquette.

   But even so, he was still able to write amazingly good characters. Lu Zhongshan called him to ask questions. This young man's every move did not seem like a useless son who only had resentment in his heart. "

   "Mr. Eleven, this may sound unremarkable, but I always feel that his situation is like that of Mr. Four in the early years?"

   The woman who was called Mr. Eleven by Mr. Guanqi frowned suddenly: "So, you recruited him to nurture him and let him take over the mantle of Mr. Four?"

   Mr. Guanqi shook his head: "If I train him, he won't be able to take over the mantle of Mr. Four, and it will be the loss of Meiyu.

   That's why I invited him into the library, and let him be the master of the excerpts, enjoying himself in these many classics, and then using the pen and ink and boring excerpts all day long to wash away the resentment he may have in his heart.

  When the time comes, let's see him again to see if he can hold Mr. Four's sword. "

  The woman was finally relieved when she heard these words.

   Mr. Guanqi still had his hands on his back, and said softly, "Master is not in the world, then this world always needs some noble young scholars, otherwise how can we get rid of the pedantic spirit in the world?"

   (end of this chapter)