Under the carving of the Great Tibetan Buddha, Lu Chongshan was dressed in green clothes, his expression implied piety, and he slowly bowed.

The compassionate face of the Tibetan Buddha covered the scorching sun in the sky and turned into a vast shadow, enveloping the second master of the Jiuhu Lu family.

Looking closely, it can also be seen that Lu Chongshan's temples already have a trace of gray hair, and he is in the prime of life, but he is already so old.

But in the eyes of Nan Lao Guogong, he only felt that Lu Chongshan had become one with the shadow under the carving of the Great Tibetan Buddha, and they were completely integrated into the darkness, and bursts of killing intent diffused from his bowing action, enveloping the surrounding void.

What made Nan Lao Guogong feel even more strange was ......

Lu Chongshan, who revealed such a killing intent, did not have the slightest fluctuation of vitality on his body, and his body was also very fragile, and he had never even completed the bone casting.

It is precisely for these reasons that Nan Lao Guogong feels that everything in front of him reveals these weirdness.

The relieved host did not solve the doubts of the old man of the south, but put his palms together and sang the words of the Tibetan Buddha, saying: "From ten years ago, from the moment the heavy mountain donor stepped into the Jokhang Temple, I have already noticed that the dusty red heart of the heavy mountain master is still shining, and many Buddhist classics are not obscure in his eyes, and they can even be understood at a glance.

But...... He contemplates the Dharma and learns Buddhism every day, but he gradually embarked on a path to becoming a demon, which is a pity. ”

Nan Lao Guogong frowned slightly, and looked at the relieved host: "So, a demon is being raised in the Jokhang Temple?"

Shi Fu's pale beard trembled slightly, and he was silent for a few breaths, but then said: "Now that you have understood the Buddha's principles, maybe after becoming a demon, you will completely get rid of your obsession and become a Buddha from now on." ”

"Compared with the vast majority of people in the world, the road of the heavy mountain donor is much smoother."

"First into the devil and then into a Buddha?"

Nan Lao Guogong was noncommittal, he thought about it, turned around and left, unwilling to look at Lu Chongshan, who was still worshipping the Tibetan Buddha carving.

The two were still walking in the snow.

The two old men looked old, but neither the cold wind on the mountain nor the steep mountain road stopped their way.

Nan Lao Guogong walked to the highest peak of Jokhang Mountain and looked up at the sky that was already covered by clouds and mist: "The master of the stargazing division saw the three stars looming in the sky, but in the past few years, the immortals behind the gate of heaven have also frequently lowered their eyes, surveying everything in the world, which is not unusual. ”

As he spoke, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

The host of Shi Fu seemed to have known the news for a long time, and just whispered: "Decades ago, there were also many visions, and after the vision, there was a spiritual tide that erupted, and the vitality of the mortal world increased greatly. ”

The different colors in the eyes of the old man of Nan were even worse, and there was some excitement in the old and deep eyes.

Under the spiritual tide, all the monks in the world can get a great opportunity, and for the old man of Nanguo, who is approaching the end of his life, he may be able to go further under the spiritual tide and repair the body that has been exhausted since the long-term battle, so as to prolong his life.

But then, Nan Lao Guogong suddenly remembered the last time the spirit tide, the world has not changed dramatically, and all the fruits of the spirit tide have been picked, but they have not returned to the mortal world too much.

Thinking of this, Nan Lao Guogong's eyes suddenly flashed with some disappointment, and he shook his head slowly.

The host of Shi Fu didn't say much, and the two of them stood on the peak like this, looking down at Taixuanjing in the distance.

In the past few nights, the stars have hung high in the sky, and the broken moon has shed a cold glow, shining on the mortal earth.

But I don't know if the immortals in the sky are also bearing the moonlight.

Late at night, Lu Jing did not rest, but sat cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes and cultivating.

In his body, the furnace smelted many Yuan Qi, and the Great Snow Mountain that was constructed was already more and more condensed and clearer.

The reason why the fourth realm of martial arts is called the Great Snow Mountain is because under the Great Snow Mountain, whenever the Xuan Gong is run, the vitality floating in the heaven and earth will swim and attach to the surface of the Great Snow Mountain, which looks like a white snow mountain.

In fact, the Great Snow Mountain itself was extremely hot, and it refined these vitality into surging qi and blood, flowing into the limbs and hundreds of remains, constantly strengthening the body of the martial arts monk.

Lu Jing was practicing martial arts at the moment, but the exercises he was running today, Zhou Tian, did not come from the Great Snow Mountain True Xuangong, but from the [Nine Divine Holding Xuanfa].

The Nine Divine Holding Mystery Method was obtained by Lu Jing from the Nine Divine Lotus of the Seven Princes.

The Nine Divine Lotus itself is extreme

A precious treasure, but such a martial arts mystery is engraved on it.

For a long time, Lu Jing has always persistently comprehended the Nine Divine Occult Method, and even now he has some experience.

In addition, Lu Jing has already stepped into the fourth realm of martial arts, and he can finally practice this method.

"Compared to the True Xuangong of the Great Snow Mountain that I practiced before, the Nine Gods Holding Xuangong is too mysterious, and it is almost incomparable."

Lu Jing closed his eyes, and according to the method of the Nine Gods Holding Xuangong, he urged the Great Snow Mountain in his body.

All of a sudden, the vitality absorbed by the Great Snow Mountain became even more surging, and the flow of qi and blood bred in it was much faster, and a unique aura faintly flickered in it.

Lu Jing sensed that the Nine Gods held the Xuan Method, and only felt that when he practiced this method, the Great Snow Mountain seemed to become more spacious and grand, and more turbulent vitality struck, and the qi and blood surges became much thicker.

"The Nine Gods hold the Xuan Method, just this method of entering Zhou Tian can already be called the word Xuan Miao...... But what is really mysterious is his method of melting gods. ”

Lu Jing opened his eyes, his mind communicated with the void pattern, and the snow drinking knife instantly appeared in his hand.

The light of the knife flickered clearly, and a compelling chill emerged from the long knife.

Lu Jing held a long knife in his hand and shook slightly!

Between the soft sound of the snow drinking knife, the spring thunder knife intent suddenly burst out, resounding through the three zhang land around Lu Jing.

Vaguely, the void seemed to explode a spring thunder, and everything was revived and vibrant!

"In this spring thunder knife intention, there is a kind of martial arts spirit, and the real mystery of the Nine Gods holding the Xuanfa lies in the fact that the martial arts spirit is melted into the qi and blood, and since then, every move, whenever the qi and blood circulate, there will be a martial arts spirit bursting out."

Lu Jing ran the Spring Thunder Sword Intent, and many thunderous sounds continued to sound, and the Nine Gods held the Xuanfa and ran vigorously.

In an instant, a spring thunder flashed on the snowy mountain.

The thunderous spirit of martial arts was actually integrated into the snow-capped mountain under the reflection of the many golden lights of the Nine Gods' Xuanfa!

And it was from this moment that the qi and blood flowing out of the Great Snow Mountain were faintly surging with thunder, and they became very strong.

It was precisely because of the blessing of the Spring Thunder Spirit that Lu Jing keenly sensed that the effect of the Nine Gods' Xuan Law had skyrocketed, whether it was the speed of absorbing vitality, the speed of producing qi and blood, or the speed of transforming the body with qi and blood, it had become much faster.

"This is indeed a wonderful martial arts Xuangong."

Lu Jing continued to refine the nine Yuan Qi and Blood Zhou Tian, integrating the Nine Divine Qi and Blood into every inch of flesh and blood throughout his body, and then he opened his eyes again and let out a long breath of turbidity.

He stretched out a finger, flicked his fingers lightly, and a thunder sound flashed, and the original crimson qi and blood actually contained thunder and lightning, shining!

"The strength of the Spring Thunder Qi and Blood is greatly improved compared to the pure Qi and Blood, and if I use this kind of Qi and Blood to urge the Five Stages True Xuan Palm, and even urge the Spring Thunder Sword Intent, the power will definitely increase greatly."

"And this is not the limit of the Nine Gods' Holding Method, every time a martial arts spirit is fused, the Nine Gods Holding the Mystery Law becomes stronger, and the Nine Gods' Qi and Blood will also be unparalleled!

This kind of martial arts is so mysterious, no wonder it has to be engraved on the very precious Nine Divine Lotus. ”

Lu Jing's mind flickered.

At this moment, Lu Jing's cultivation can already be described by the word strong and horizontal.

The Yuan Shen has already stepped into the Fifth Realm, drawing divine thoughts, and building the True Palace, even at this moment, Lu Jing's cultivation speed can be called a thousand miles a day, and it will not be long before he can step into the peak of the Fifth Realm Transformation True Realm and reach the stage of manifesting the gods.

Although the martial arts cultivation is only the fourth realm, he has the spring thunder qi and blood, and has cultivated a martial arts spirit, the spring thunder sword intent slashes down the sky, it is like the sound of spring thunder, and the momentum is like a rainbow!

Plus the life of the star officer and the wrath of the horseman.

At this moment, Lu Jing's combat power is not far from that of an ordinary cultivator

And those famous disciples who hold treasures above the fifth grade, and also have extremely strong martial arts Xuangong, even if they have cultivated to the peak of the fifth realm, Lu Jing is not afraid at all.

"In the Fifth Realm, my combat power is about invincible...... When the wrath of the puffer is upgraded, maybe by surprise, he can defeat the Sixth Realm cultivator who has smelted a divine fire, or an innate qi. ”

Lu Jing thought like this in his heart.

In just three or four months

In the meantime, such a great progress has made Lu Jing very satisfied.

But Lu Jing is not arrogant, whether it is the Yuan Shen or the Martial Dao, only when he enters the sixth realm will he know how long the path of cultivation is.

It is precisely because of this realization.

Lu Jingcai will never stop all day long, rest diligently every day, under the immortal Confucian life, reading, writing, painting and practicing the Yuan Shen, and contemplate the great sage of the Ming Dynasty Yantian many times on weekdays, and practice the Dongyue Refining Mystic Classics.

At night, it is to refine the physique, guide the vitality, qi and blood.

Day and night.

"With the great sage of the Ming Dynasty Yantian constantly improving my qualifications, coupled with the martial genius life, I am different from ordinary people, my talent is not static, but continues to improve.

And my Yuan Shen talent is not weak, and with the help of many fates, even if I practice Dongyue Refining Mystic Classics for more than ten weeks every day, I don't feel tired.

If I were an ordinary person, I would have reached the extreme of practicing for five or six weeks a day, and I would not be able to continue due to the fatigue of the primordial spirit, which is also my advantage. ”

"One day of my practice is equal to ten days of practice for others, or even more."

Lu Jing stood up as he thought about it.

At this time, the door of his house was wide open, and he could see the moon in the sky.

Lu Jing spread out a picture scroll, but saw that many scenes had already been painted on the picture scroll.

And unlike Lu Jing's previous paintings, he painted the scroll in front of him quite seriously, every brush and ink was carefully considered, and every scene and every image was obtained by Lu Jing's heart.

Lu Jing held the pen and ink in his hand, looked up at the waning moon in the sky, and a full dozen breaths passed before he landed.

The pen fell on the paper, and a crescent moon appeared.

Faintly, the crescent moon seems to shine brightly, illuminating everything in the painting.

The next evening.

On the Zhutai River, a remnant sun spreads in the water, half of the river is bleak and half of the river is red.

In the distance, Mt. Kakujin takes on different colors in the red glow.

The snow-covered peaks reflect the red glow of the sunset, and the sunset falling in the distance is like a phoenix swallowing out a tassel in the clouds.

Today's scenery is indeed beautiful, and it is difficult to find such a good time in this bleak winter day.

In the small pavilion of Sheng Mansion on Changning Street.

Su Zhaoshi was dressed in a warm moonlight robe, looking much thinner, and his eyes revealed a thick tiredness, but because of today's rare day, he added some joy.

The county lord of Anqing, who has always been naughty, looked at the dishes on the table, probably thinking of Xu Baiyan, and he didn't seem to have an appetite.

The same is true for Shengzi.

"If you think about it carefully, every year on my birthday, there will always be a lack of someone."

Sheng Zi was obviously dressed up carefully, rouge, lip red, and a red gauze dress, which made her beauty a little more thrilling.

"In the past few years, Anqing was always not in Taixuanjing, and four people were originally invited to celebrate, but Anqing was always missing, and this time it was ......"

Sheng Zi still had a smile on her face, but there was some helplessness in her eyebrows after all.

Su Zhaoshi lowered his head, and his tone was surprisingly free-spirited: "Sheng Zi, today is your birthday, don't mention Xu Baiyan anymore."

Every time I think of him, I don't know when he is with us, when he is pretending and when he is sincere. ”

Sheng Zi shook his head: "I'm not missing Xu Baiyan, I'm just thinking about our childhood that has passed for a long time, and Xu Baiyan, who followed me with snot in his childhood, has died since he said the first lie."

Lu Jing cut off his disguised body, and let me ...... Don't be deceived for a little longer. ”

Su Zhaoshi took a deep breath and said, "Anqing and I also donated a lot of silver taels, hoping that after the real good hall is built, we can really do some good things." ”

The county lord of Anqing looked at the wine glass in front of him in a daze, and suddenly turned his head and asked Su Zhaoshi and Sheng Zi: "I have been dreaming for a long time.

I dreamed that I was sitting in a dark temple, Xu ...... His body was not far from me, and his ghost was so ugly that it had been looking at me

Pleading.

I didn't know what he was praying for, and every time I tried to ask him, I always woke up.

Have you ever had a dream like this?"

Sheng Zi and Su Zhaoshi glanced at each other.

Sheng Zi only thought that Xu Baiyan's death had caused a lot of shadows to the county lord of Anqing, and was about to comfort her.

The county lord of Anqing frowned and said, "I know that it is not a nightmare, I am like a god high in that dark temple, and everything in my dream has never scared me." ”

"I always felt like I had seen that dark temple somewhere."

Su Zhaoshi and Sheng Zi thought about it.

Su Zhaoshi raised his head and said with a smile: "Wei Xuanjun once held Anqing in his infancy, went to the four seas, and straightened a heavenly pillar.

It is said that there is a palace on each heavenly pillar, echoing the Ming Yujing in the sky.

Maybe what Anqing saw was the palace on the heavenly pillar. ”

"Anyway, you don't have to worry."

Su Zhaoshi said: "Your father is the famous Wei Xuanjun, is the only king with a different surname in Dafu, when it comes to the ancient bloodline, it is said that the bloodline of Wei comes directly from the Taiwu royal family of the ancient country, even if there are really ghosts attacking, it should be that they are afraid of you, no problem." ”

The county lord of Anqing, whose long hair fell straight down to his calves, also nodded lightly when he heard Su Zhaoshi's words.

Since the beginning of this month, the county lord of Anqing, who originally liked to play very much, seems to have become much quieter.

I don't know if it's because of Xu Baiyan's death, or because of that weird dream.

Su Zhaoshi and the county lord of Anqing saw Sheng Zi sitting in the pavilion turning his head frequently, and saw the tree-lined path in the distance.

There was still some anxiety in her eyes, with some anticipation.

Su Zhaoshi saw Sheng Zi's longing, perhaps thinking of a woman far away in Beichuan Province, and the already dull light in his eyes became more and more dim.

"The daughter of the Beichuan Provincial family, the son of the Xuandu Zhuguo......"

In just a few moments, Su Zhaoshi remembered the root of the problem, remembered the woman with a leg disease, and suddenly, he suddenly felt a little envious.

At the very least, Lu Jing is still in this Taixuanjing now, no matter what plans the two of them make, if Sheng Zi is willing, they can always go to see Lu Jing.

Unlike them, separated by mountains and seas, separated by taboos, and separated by the grudges of their fathers.

Thinking of this, Su Zhaoshi's expression became more and more lonely.

The county lord of Anqing naturally also saw Sheng Zi's expectant look, she looked at Sheng Zi's eyes with hidden expectation, and her heart was full of sourness.

Just like when she saw Lu Jing for the first time, because Sheng Zi didn't go to play with him, she threw her anger on Lu Jing.

It can be seen that the sixteen or seventeen-year-old county lord of Anqing has a complicated relationship with Sheng Zi.

Maybe it's the possessiveness of your youth, or maybe it's some other reason.

The county lord of Anqing didn't want to see Sheng Zi care about Lu Jing like this.

But she lowered her head and thought about it, and carefully restrained her expression.

Because at this time, the county lord of Anqing knew that Sheng Zi's thoughts were now on the young man who was famous in Taixuanjing.

If she is unreasonable again, she will definitely be even more angry.

Just at the moment Sheng Zi turned his head again.

I saw a white-clothed figure walking slowly at the corner of the boulevard in the distance.

The white-clothed figure still had a gentle smile on his face, the sunset in the sky contrasted with the white-clothed one, and the light fell on the sandalwood sword on Lu Jing's waist.

It was obviously a wooden sword, but it reflected a brilliant light.

The holy algae weeps cold dew, and the fairy cup falls at sunset.

Lu Jing walked slowly with the light like this.

The posture of jade, like a spear, naturally does not need to be mentioned.

Now the daughter of Taixuan Jingzhong, and a few people don't know that the young Mr. Lu Jingxiao has given birth to a dragon and phoenix appearance.

Sheng Zi hurriedly got up, and the always heroic Miss Sheng Mansion was like a young girl who was just beginning to fall in love, and her eyes were full of surprise when she saw the person she liked.

Immediately, she felt that she should be more reserved, she coughed lightly, lifted her long skirt, walked out of the small pavilion, and greeted Lu Jing.

Lu Jing approached, and Sheng Zi noticed that Lu Jing was still holding a painting in his hand.

The painting is obviously carefully framed, and the reliefs on the central axis, the flowing tassel, and the shaft are quite elegant.

"You've never been late, have you?"

Lu Jing had an apologetic look in his eyes: "I wanted to arrive early, but I was delayed for some time because of the framing of calligraphy and paintings." ”

As he spoke, he handed the painting in his hand to Sheng Zi.

"I don't know what I should give you on my birthday, so I want to draw a picture for you with my heart."

Lu Jing is not so distant from his friends, and the smile on his face is sincere and bright.

Sheng Zi became more and more happy when she heard that this painting was painted by Lu Jing himself.

Sheng Zi and several people were gathering in the front yard.

In the backyard of the Sheng Mansion, Sheng Ruzhou was accompanied by a black-clothed man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, looking at the welcome pine he had carefully trimmed.

The man in black was wearing a high crown on his head, one hand was behind his back, and the other hand was on the white jade belt around his waist, but he was in the prime of life, but his face was a little scattered, all over his cheeks, and he looked quite decadent.

But anyone who sees the deep eyes of the man in black, as well as the domineering spirit vaguely revealed between his eyebrows and eyes, will naturally ignore this

Men's decadence.

Sheng Ruzhou and the man in black stood side by side, looking at the lush welcome pine, and mentioned the Northwest Road in their words.

Sheng Ruzhou was worried, and occasionally mentioned Fu Wudao, who came to Taixuanjing several times to assassinate the Holy Monarch.

And the man in black listened quietly all the time.

Occasionally, his fingers tapped the white jade on his waist, making a crisp sound.

This man is the Great Pillar Kingdom of the Great Fu Dynasty!

Dafu Dazhu is a legend in itself, he is the son of the Hedong family, since he was a child, he has studied the sage books hard, and under his talent, he has also won the top prize.

Later, his own ideas were contrary to many families in Hedong, and were not tolerated by the Hedong family.

Then the twenty-four-year-old Da Zhuguo angrily resigned as a civilian official and went to the border to join the army.

Thirty-six years have passed so far, but a scholar from a family has raised 300,000 Great Fu Jade Dragon Army step by step, and led 300,000 martial arts strong troops as a Yuan Shen monk.

In the past thirty-six years, the Great Fu Jade Dragon Army under Su Houcang has crisscrossed the 36 countries of the Western Regions, and has also entered the Zhongshen Sea, forcibly separated a piece of the Susu Sea, and has also competed with the Great General of the Northern Qin Dynasty to win.

Until now, every few years in the past few years, the Northern Qin National Master has to have a discussion with this legendary Great Pillar Country.

Not long ago, Su Houcang of the Great Pillar Kingdom had been invited by the Northern Qin National Teacher to go to the Yang Tribulation Sea to discuss the truth of the world.

When he returned, he also brought back two sword treasures of calling the wind and calling the rain.

Because of such a legendary experience.

Dazhu Guo Su Houcang looked gentle and elegant, his eyes moved lightly, but there were all kinds of domineering atmosphere, which was amazing.

"The Northwest Road has gradually settled down, Zhong Yubai is about to set off in the near future, with his cultivation, vision, knowledge, and Chu Shenchou, who is already sitting in it, the two of them cooperate with each other, and they can probably return the Northwest Road to peace."

Sheng Ruzhou breathed a long sigh of relief.

The people of the world only know that the Northwest Road has been catastrophic, many *** have been slaughtered overnight, and there are many big demons to make trouble, the Huangsha River has burst its embankment, and many places have suffered locust plagues, and the people are struggling to survive.

But I don't know that there are many reasons, Sheng Ruzhou has been working on this matter for several months, and now the situation in Northwest Province has gradually stabilized.

"The Northwest Road is becoming more and more stable, but Dafu and even this world, there are still many disasters in the land, the River Road has been in drought for six years, the Equality Township is becoming more and more rampant, has set up a banner in the River Road, the self-proclaimed general of the Great Lei Yin Temple outcasts worship themselves, want to return the world to an equality...

… Nowadays, internal and external troubles are eventful. ”

Sheng Ruzhou told the story.

Dazhuguo Su Houcang's expression remained unchanged, but he looked to the north.

There was more worry in his words: "King Chong'an is getting old day by day, I can feel that his qi and blood like the scorching sun are about to fall, such as how many people are quietly waiting for his qi and blood to be completely exhausted, waiting for the Great Sun Seed on that heavenly halberd to completely die."

At that time, there will inevitably be a catastrophe in the three states of Chong'an. ”

Sheng Ruzhou's eyes moved lightly, and he said: "In the past few decades, there are too many people in the world who want to value the fall of King An, whether it is Northern Qin or countless old royal families who have lost the country and exterminated the species at the hands of King Chong'an, they all want him to die.

Even I'm big

Many people in the three states of Chong'an were cold-eyed, and even the king of Qi Yuan, who was good friends with Dafu, was eager to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

I just don't know...... What is the plan of the Holy Monarch sitting on the throne? ”

Su Houcang was silent for a few moments, and said, "The Holy Monarch wants to swallow the heavens and the earth, and what he thinks in his heart is not so simple.

The daughter of King Chong'an slaughtered the Dragon Palace, and Princess Chong'an personally entered the Xuandu, but she never let the Holy Monarch forgive, perhaps this also represents the Holy Monarch's attitude towards the three states of Chong'an. ”

Sheng Ruzhou didn't want to look at the vibrant welcome pine anymore, and lowered his head: "Now, I only hope that Yu Dongshen, the son of King Chong'an, can last a little longer." ”

When Su Houcang heard Sheng Ruzhou's words, he couldn't help but think of Yu Dongshen, who was dressed in silver armor and had shot a wolf with a spear in one hand, and remembered the choice of this prince of Chong'an when he was young, and he was willing to exchange his body and blood for his father's three more years.

"If you give Yu Dongshen a few more years, maybe Chong'an Sanzhou will set up a world-famous prince."

Su Houcang said softly: "He is the only one I have seen in my life, maybe his talent is not as good as that of Zhongshan Marquis, and he is not as good as Shaozhuguo."

But he has the unparalleled spirit of shooting directly at the wolf, and he has been at the border for a long time, raising a terrifying killing aura.

When it comes to real combat power, he is stronger than Shaozhuguo.

The Marquis of Zhongshan is still young, and it may take another ten years to catch up with him and compete with him.

The crown prince and the seven princes should not be mentioned......"

"There are a few of them...... I am now in the limelight, and compared with Yu Dongshen, I am still too immature. ”

At this point, Sheng Ruzhou thought about it carefully, and couldn't help nodding.

Immediately, Sheng Ruzhou remembered someone: "If the Nanfeng Mian of the Nanguo Mansion can rise from sex, and then raise a burst of prosperous sword intent, you will definitely become a talent." ”

Su Houzhao shook his head: "Nan Fengmian's talent is indeed good, but the sword intent he cultivates does not match his own temperament.

The real person with the awakening bone on his waist is also a famous sword in the world, but it is not suitable for the spirit of the south wind and the glory, he still needs some creation. Sheng Ruzhou pondered for a moment, and there was a little helplessness in his tone: "In this generation of Dafu, there is no shortage of talented people, whether it is a few Buddhas, Daozi, whether it is Nan Heyu in Taixuanjing, the third prince of Beique Dragon King is remarkable, and in addition to Taixuanjing, there are also several young Tianjiao. ”

"But their temperament is still a little lacking......"

Sheng Ruzhou's words came to this, and he suddenly remembered what Lu Jing had done in the past few months, and his tone was a little more hesitant: "Only Lu Jing, Mr. Shulou, seems to have found his own way, and he has a breath of Haoran in his chest, and the sandalwood sword on his waist can also be used to help the light."

If he can grow up, Dafu may have one more Yudong God and another Zhongshan Marquis. ”

"It's just...... But he is a little persistent, too attached to what he holds in his heart, and if he does not guide him, it will not help me. ”

Da Zhuguo had naturally heard of Lu Jing's name, he thought about it, and was about to speak, when he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

And in front of that little kiosk.

Sheng Zi is slowly opening the calligraphy and painting drawn by Lu Jing. A glimmer of light in her eyes fell on the painting.

But I saw a long river meandering straight down, and a few green hills around me broke into the clouds.

There is also moonlight, and the stars are dotted, and it is beautiful.

Su Zhaoshi and the county lord of Anqing, who were beside Sheng Zi, seemed to have seen a grand scene, and saw that the various visions that appeared in the painting seemed to come true, making them hang in the air and look down on the green mountains and rivers.

And Su Houcang, who was separated by a few buildings, had a slight light in his eyes......

His expression changed slightly.

Because at this moment, this great pillar of the world, but he saw the righteousness in the starlight in the sky, falling between the green mountains and the long river, and he could kill the sneaky!

Seeing the moonlight in the sky shining with clear light, there is a lot of majestic spirit lingering in it, which can make the evil demons retreat.

There are sixty green mountains around, each green mountain contains a burst of sharp meaning, vaguely you can see the thunder surging in it, endless vitality, sixty green mountains are like sixty sword intent, roaring!

And the long river flowing away in these sixty green mountains seems to be a sword light. The sword light moved, pierced the heavens and the earth, and reflected the light!

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