A vine path is green, and the snow peaks are clear.

It's March in a blink of an eye.

Spring has come, and in addition to the dozens of silver mountains with white heads all year round on Kakujin Mountain, the snow color on the mountains around Taixuanjing has also completely dissipated with the passage of dozens of days.

The winter solstice is coming again, and for the ordinary people outside Taixuanjing, it is equivalent to surviving another catastrophe.

And in the cold winter days of the past, I don't know how many lives were taken.

Lu Jing has been studying, teaching, and practicing step by step these days.

With the blessing of the Immortal Confucian Destiny, Lu Jing had already read thousands of classics in the library in just two months.

These classics range from commentaries to chatter and miscellaneous memoirs, as well as genuine scholarly books.

For Lu Jing, reading is not just about increasing knowledge, nor is it just about understanding many laws in this world.

Reading can also help Lu Jing heal his wounds.

Lu Jing was punched by Li Guanlong before, and his spirit and body were seriously injured, and his qi and blood flowed backwards, and he had hidden pain all day long.

Even with Qingyue's careful care and the Great Sage of the Ming Dynasty, Lu Jing's body still recovered quite slowly.

Two months have passed, and the cracks on the snow-capped mountains and the sun are still clearly visible.

But in two months, Lu Jingyuanshen has fully recovered.

The Great Sage of Yantian, King of the Ming Dynasty, can not only strengthen the root bones, but also heal wounds.

It's just that Lu Jingyuan's talent is far better than his own martial arts roots.

His Yuan Shen was already condensed, and with the idea of the Great Ming King and the Immortal Confucian Destiny and many other gains, the speed of recovery was naturally much faster.

When all the primordial spirits recovered, Lu Jing, who was sitting in the Hanmo Academy pranayama and meditating, continued to condense a vitality in his body.

This vitality looms and is different from the ordinary.

There is a certain unique aura emerging in it, which is faintly connected with heaven and earth.

"Although this magical power of borrowing yuan from the sky is extraordinary, it is extremely difficult to cultivate a vitality that can communicate with heaven and earth.

And once it is triggered, it must be re-conceived. ”

Lu Jing reached out and stretched out two fingers.

The mysterious vitality emerged, as if turning into a swimming dragon, wandering between Lu Jing's fingers.

When this mysterious vitality detached from Lu Jing Yuan Shen and appeared in the void, the surrounding air was fluctuating.

"This method of borrowing yuan from the sky, as well as the blessing pattern in the center of my eyebrows, is my biggest reliance now."

Lu Jing waved his hand slightly, and the mysterious vitality disappeared at this moment.

At this time, the fragrance of flowers in the land view room is fragrant.

The thorn roses placed not far away exude bursts of fragrance, and the delicate petals decorate the elegant room, adding a touch of beauty to this room.

Lu Jing turned his head and looked at the thorn rose, with a smile on his face.

The fairy woman in the thorn rose fell asleep again, but unlike before, her long hair had become bright red, and with her white jade-like face, she actually showed some bewitchment, no longer the sickly pale she had before.

"It seems that when she wakes up again, she will be able to fully recover."

This Immortal had been in this library for a long time, and Mr. Nine and Mr. Changsheng may have known about the existence of Immortal, but they didn't say much.

Yuan Zhushan, a monster student, occasionally took a deep breath when he came to listen to the lecture or passed by the Lu Jing room.

Maybe it was because he smelled some kind of demonic aura emanating from the Rose Immortal.

"It's time for class."

Lu Jing continued to prepare his homework at the desk.

Not long after, the disciples of the Shulou had already entered Lu Jing's Sect Pavilion.

When Lu Jing walked out of the back room, there were already many scholars sitting neatly in the pavilion.

Lu Jing looked left and right, but he didn't see Yuan Zhushan.

He couldn't help frowning, and asked Jianghu, who was sitting in front, "Why is Yuan Zhushan missing class?" ”

Since Lu Jing started class, Yuan Zhushan has never missed class and is very serious.

Among the many Lu Jing's students, Yuan Zhushan and Jianghu are the most powerful in Lu Jing's character and have some sharp energy.

Yuan Zhushan did not come today, which made Lu Jing a little surprised.

Jianghu frowned and said: "Xiu Mu didn't see him yesterday, and I don't know where he went." ”

Lu Jing bowed slightly, but he didn't think much about it.

The disciples of the Shulou have always been free, and occasionally there are some trivial matters, so naturally there is no need to worry too much.

Under Mr. Jiu's knowledge, Lu Jing's coursework is no longer limited to teaching the art of pen and ink.

He has the blessing of life, and he is familiar with many classics, coupled with the accumulation of previous lives, he has a unique understanding of many classics.

Today, Lu Jing's class has become a supplement to the classes of other gentlemen, teaching cursive and allowing students to review the rest of their coursework.

One class a day, Lu Jing is conscientious and rarely absent.

The disciples of the Shulou have long been familiar with this young gentleman who is famous in Taixuanjing.

Lu Jing's name is flourishing in Taixuanjing, although it has only been a year.

However, Lu Jing's honor is not inferior to those who have been famous for a long time.

Coupled with the fact that everyone knows and knows about the three thousand words, as well as the name of Lu Jing's young leader, Lu Jing's reputation at this moment is actually enough to compare with Li Shen, Ji Yuanzhi and other famous Confucians all over the world.

It's just that great Confucians like Li Shen and Ji Yuanzhi move the world with their knowledge.

And Lu Jing is still the Tianjiao of the Yuanshen Martial Arts Fellow Practitioner, with two treasures calling for wind and rain, and holding the authority of the law, occasionally in the streets and alleys, it can be seen that he uses the power of law to determine mundane things.

Not to mention......

Some people are rumored that Mr. Lu Jing is not yet eighteen this year, but he has already cultivated to the Divine Fire Extreme Realm, even in this Taixuanjing, he can be called a strong man.

With the accumulation of so many achievements, Lu Jing's fame can be seen.

In this huge Taixuanjing, no one dares to respect Lu Jing.

- just like the one before him who was dressed in white with a sword.

Lu Jing still lives a peaceful life, Qingyue follows Mr. Eleven to study pharmacology, and occasionally goes to Shantang for consultation.

When Qingyue put on a white dress and called for those children, there were always people who called Qingyue "sir".

Qingyue always nodded quietly in front of people, and when she returned to the small courtyard, she always had to show off around Lu Jing.

She's ...... now It's the same as the young master.,It's a gentleman.。

Lu Jing always had a smile on his face, looking at Qingyue who was excited.

The branches of the world, each riding the stream.

Everyone has their own opportunities, joys, and sorrows.

Qingyue felt that even if the road ahead was chaotic, if she could walk with the young master, it would be a good world.

What's more, the current life is good enough, so good that sometimes Qingyue will wake up from her dream and wonder if she is dreaming.

And some are still sighing.

Just like the old Zhenwu Mountain Lord.

Many days ago, he had already ridden a crane down the mountain and came all the way to Taixuanjing.

He wanted to take a look at Lu Jing, wanted to find a master for the many powerful Taoist techniques in Zhenwu Mountain, and wanted to find a walking person for the Zhenwu Emperor.

Just rushed for dozens of days.

The original solemn and luxurious Dao robe on the Zhenwu Mountain Lord had some more wrinkles, and there were faint traces of blood on it.

The white crane under him, which was originally bright and bright, like a fairy bird, also became thin, the white feathers were dull, and the long neck of the white crane seemed to be a little overwhelmed.

The white crane floated in the depths of the white clouds with the Zhenwu Mountain Lord on his back, looking down at the deer raising street below.

The True Martial Mountain Lord's eyes were full of regret and he shook his head.

The white crane flapped its wings, and finally stopped being nostalgic and flew towards Zhenwu Mountain.

When the white crane flew out of Taixuanjing, another white cloud floated in.

On the clouds, there was a man with a majestic body and eyebrows like stars, and the green jade staff in the man's hand was green and bright, like a peerless jade.

It was the Chu madman.

The madman of Chu sat cross-legged on the white clouds, one elbow fell on his lap, and the other hand held a green jade staff, looking at the Zhenwu Mountain Lord from afar.

The True Martial Mountain Lord saw the Chu madman.

The white clouds in front of the Chu madman were rubbed by him, and they turned into snow-bearing mountains, and then turned into half a bright moon, a fresh breeze.

Obviously, the madman of Chu was waiting for the Zhenwu Mountain Lord here, and when the Zhenwu Mountain Lord had not arrived, he slept on this cloud.

With the breeze as a pillow and the bright moon as a companion, the snow-bearing Cangshan turned into his quilt.

This...... It is a practice that belongs exclusively to the madmen of Chu.

So the white crane flapped its wings and flew into the white cloud.

The mountains, the bright moon, and the breeze were all scattered by the wings of the white crane.

The madman Chu sat in the air, not angry: "The mountain lord is leaving?" ”

The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain saluted the madman Chu and said, "It's been more than two months since I went down the mountain, if I don't go back, those demons under Zhenwu Mountain will be haunted by the world." ”

"Gave up?" The madman Chu grinned, turned his head sideways and said, "You came to Taixuanjing, and after seeing Lu Jing for so long, you obviously liked him very much, but you dispelled the idea of accepting him as an apprentice just because of a hexagram?" ”

The True Martial Mountain Lord smiled bitterly: "Wouldn't this be better?" Lu Jing is a disciple of the study, if I accept him as an apprentice, those gentlemen on the fourth floor may complain about the poor road. ”

Chu Madman shook his head: "Bai Guanqi didn't plan to accept Lu Jing as an apprentice, and it didn't hurt for Lu Jing's supernatural talent to be called peerless."

If Zhenwu Mountain can get this good apprentice, the Zhenwu Emperor will also have one more real walker in this heaven and earth.

Mountain Lord, aren't you excited? ”

The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain was silent, and it was not until the sunset hid in the Thousand Mountains that he looked down at the blood stains on his body in exchange for a glimmer of west wind.

This blood was the result of his divination.

It was the blood of the True Martial Mountain Lord himself.

"Lu Jing's talent really makes my heart move, the world is like Lu Jing's peerless pride, in fact, you can count it with one finger."

The madman of Chu took the words of the True Martial Mountain Lord: "However, there is only one peerless Tianjiao like Lu Jing who has no teacher. ”

The True Martial Mountain Lord was full of sadness, but there was no struggle in his eyes.

"Having said that, but I got the divination, Lu Jing entered the chess game, if he inherited my Zhenwu Mountain and became the Zhenwu Emperor to walk in the world, one day if he became a sharp blade to cut immortals, I am afraid that those demons under Zhenwu Mountain will be out of trouble."

The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain let out a long breath: "I can still live for a while, and I can still press it, the Emperor of Zhenwu has his own authority, and there may be another person who is qualified to become the Lord of the Mountain." ”

Chu Madman raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Emperor Chongtian and Da Fu Shoufu plotted to kill immortals, starting after the fall of Lutan, the spirit tide was stolen, so the chess pieces of killing immortals are not Lu Jing.

True Martial Mountain Lord, although Lu Jing is extremely talented, he is too young after all, and he may not be able to have the ability to slash the heavens and immortals when the spirit tide comes.

You don't gamble? ”

The people of Chu said with a smile, step by step.

The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain shook his head: "Poor Dao can't afford to gamble. ”

Chu Madman stopped laughing, shook his head and scolded: "Cowardly as a mouse, what kind of climate can it become?" ”

The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain is a monk, and he seems to have a peaceful personality, but when he heard the madman Chu scolding him, he also raised his eyebrows and laughed back: "You are the leader of the world's supernatural powers, and you are clear at a glance with the supernatural powers of the world, and you are in charge of a heaven and earth authority, and your vitality listens to your orders."

If you cherish your talents, why don't you take that genius as an apprentice?

By your teaching, maybe he won't become a pawn for slaying immortals, and he won't become a sharp blade only for slaying immortals! ”

The Chu madman snorted coldly: "You think I don't dare?" ”

The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain rolled up his sleeves, blew his beard and glared: "If you dare, you go and collect it, why stop me?"

I don't dare, but I'm because the demons under the Zhenwu Mountain don't dare, if I don't have shackles on my body, I just guard the Dao system of the Zhenwu Emperor, Chu madman...... Taoist priests also have tempers, and you are not the only one in the world. ”

The Chu madman stood up and patted the robe on his body, as if he was patting away the stained white clouds.

He looked sideways at Chong'an Sanzhou and said: "I have been rampant all my life, and I don't know how many heroes in the world want to take off the head on my neck and use it as a cup for drinking wine."

And I still have to go to the appointment, I don't think I'm going to lose, but maybe I'll die in Chong'an Sanzhou.

I'm not afraid of Emperor Chongtian, I'm not afraid of their immortal chess game, but the Yellow Crane Tower let me know...... Once you're not alone, always think about the people you're travelling with. ”

"If I take him as an apprentice and die in Chong'an Sanzhou, the original bumps in his road may turn into an abyss of death, which will harm him."

When the madman Chu said this, he gently waved the green jade staff in his hand and said, "Old Taoist, when I go to that appointment, when I return safely, I will definitely accept Lu Jing as a disciple."

Not for anything else, just for Mr. Chess. ”

"At that time, even if he already had other masters, I grabbed him to his knees."

The True Martial Mountain Lord touched the head of the white crane in front of him, and said disapprerovingly: "Can you survive under the hands of King Chong'an?" ”

"Moreover, Emperor Chongtian intends to hone Lu Jing, whether Lu Jing can live until then is two words."

The Chu madman casually waved the green jade staff in his hand.

A gust of wind struck, sweeping the white crane along with the True Martial Mountain Lord.

In just an instant, the White Crane and the True Martial Mountain Lord had disappeared.

"This old Taoist priest is really broken." The madman Chu cursed secretly, and the white clouds in the distance gathered and supported his body.

The white clouds flowed by, heading towards Taixuanjing, until they reached the sky above the Nanguo Mansion.

Nanguo Mansion, Lu Jing and Nanfeng sat and drank in the middle of sleeping.

Lu Jing opened his clear eyes, different from ordinary young and old, at this time his face was full of yearning, and he listened carefully to Nan Fengmian's words.

Nan Fengmian was talking about the strange people and strange things he encountered during his travels, and occasionally talked about some tragic things, and the two would always be silent and drink a glass of wine.

"Practice hard and don't be lazy."

Nan Fengmian would turn his head from time to time and scold Nan Xuehu, who was gritting his teeth and practicing his knife, this scene was very happy.

In the distance, the looming Yuan Shen of Nanhe Rain is always watching here.

She always wonders why her sixth uncle, who seems to have a free and easy temperament, but in fact has never had a deep friendship with people, and seems to have a high mountain in her heart, why she likes Lu Jing so much.

And the Chu madman on the white clouds looked at the young Lu Jing, the young man Nan Fengmian, and there seemed to be a look of remembrance in his eyes.

He remembered the scholars who traveled with him to the Yellow Crane Tower, Parrot Island, and even the whole world at that time, and remembered the green onion cakes in the scholars' backpacks to satisfy their hunger.

The weeping willow flying flower road is fragrant, and the wine flag is warm and the boy is crazy.

At that time, he met Mr. Pingshui, who was already famous all over the world and was one of the leaders in the world.

Mr. Guanqi is a romantic and talented man, but because of the ordinary words of the master of the book, he walked out of Taixuanjing, traveled the world, and saw things that had never been seen in books.

The two met in the water, drinking all day long to find their way.

Drunk and lying in the mountains, waking up and hurrying.

Now, many years have passed.

He is still the leader of the world's supernatural powers, but Mr. Guanqi is no longer the merry and talented, Shaohua is not reserved for talents, but between the wind and rain, he has become a first-class powerhouse in the world.

However...... What about the strong? There will be helplessness.

Now look at Lu Jing and Nanfeng Mian in the Nanguo Mansion.

These two people are one big and one small, and they both have Ling Yunzhi in their hearts, and they can also see the injustice and blood and tears in the world.

"But in the end, will they be like Mr. Ruoguan and me?"

The Chu madman hid on the clouds and watched the two of them drink.

Obviously looking down from above, it seems to be hiding behind a dilapidated wall, peeking at two figures with starlight in their eyes.

Their light was sprinkled on the Chu madman.

made this world-famous supernatural leader feel a little dazzling.

Another wisp of wind came in the distance.

The wind blew, and in the small pavilion of the Nanguo Mansion, the paper that Lu Jingfang had just written was blown everywhere, and several young men in Tsing Yi were hurriedly picking it up.

But in the distance, on the budding stamens, there is a butterfly standing quietly.

The madman Chu saw the straw paper and also saw the butterfly.

The wind can blow a lot of straw paper, but it can't blow away a butterfly.

"The power of life does not lie in obedience."

A smile appeared at the corner of Chu Madman's mouth: "Energetic, it's always good." ”

When the gale stopped, the Zhenwu Mountain Lord, who was swept away by the wind for many miles, scattered his hair and looked a little embarrassed.

But his face was full of smiles, like a child who had succeeded in his plan.

"The fact that the madman Chu can accept Lu Jing as an apprentice is also Lu Jing's creation, and it can never be regarded as burying him."

——

In the Yokoyama house, in the secret room.

White bones, flesh, skin, long hair, a pungent stench.

The blood had long since turned into black plasma.

Fan Yuan walked into the secret room, but found that he had no way to get started.

Many people in this Yokoyama Prefecture have died.

Even those subordinates who had secretly gone out at night and never brought anyone back were dragged into this secret room by Gu Chenhuan and became part of the fishy smell of the secret room.

Gu Chenhuan's face was gloomy, his eyes bulged out, and his bright red tongue stretched out from time to time, licking his pale lips.

Perhaps because he had eaten flesh and blood for many years, his bright red tongue was covered with extremely small flesh thorns.

Fan Yuan looked at the tragic situation in this secret room, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

"Lord Gao Li has already arrived at Lingnan Road, and he will enter the Xuandu in a short time."

Gu Chenhuan's movements stagnated slightly, and he turned his head suddenly.

He looked at Fan Yuan, his eyes widened, and the bloodshot in his eyes almost burst open.

"Coming? Did you bring the bloody garment that your father gave you? ”

Fan Yuan saluted again and said, "Lord Gao Li brought blood clothes for His Highness, and also brought a moon wheel for Emperor Dafu Chongtian. ”

"Moon...... Moon rings? ”

Gu Chenhuan abruptly interrupted Fan Yuan's words, and even the dagger in his hand fell into flesh and blood.

Fan Yuan bowed his head, but even he didn't know what the moon wheel was.

The madness in Gu Chenhuan's eyes disappeared in an instant when the word moon ring was confided out by Fan Yuan.

What the moon ring represents, even in the huge Qi country, only a few people know.

But it was enough to make Gu Chenhuan shiver.

"What is the Father going to do? Actually sent the moon wheel evil thing to Taixuanjing? ”

But immediately, Gu Chen laughed again, laughing more and more arrogantly.

"In any case, my father's move is a great good thing for me!"

"With this credit, what do I get by eating a few sheep on weekdays?

Gao Li entered Xuandu, and Lu Jing ......"

Gu Chen laughed hysterically.

At this moment, Fan Yuan seemed to hear something, and first saluted Gu Chen, and then walked out of the secret room.

After a while, Fan Yuan came again with a frown.

Gu Chen Huan looked at Fan Yuan, Fan Yuan spoke, and there was still some doubt in his tone: "A few people in black came and brought ...... More than a dozen women. ”

"It's just that they're all dressed in prison clothes, and they're about sinners in prison."

Gu Chen's eyes lit up: "I think there are real magnates in the Dafu Dynasty who know the news of the moon ring!" ”

"It's just that death row inmates are far less than those who have been rich since childhood, and the despair and fear of death row inmates are not so delicious."

"Fan Yuan, go, go and tell those men in black, next time, don't be on death row."

There was no fluctuation in Fan Yuan's eyes, and he left as ordered.

And when he walked out of this secret room, he couldn't help frowning.

Fan Yuan took a few steps forward and turned his head, the door of the secret room was made of extremely special materials, which could almost isolate the divine thoughts of the powerful Zhaoxing Cultivator, and could isolate the Divine Appearance Cultivator's martial will perception.

So, Fan Yuan gritted his teeth and saluted the black-clothed people, but didn't say anything more.

The men in black with mysterious origins left.

And Fan Yuan looked at the women in front of him who were wearing prison clothes and their faces were numb, and the struggle in his eyes had disappeared.

He sent two of them into the chamber at will, while the rest were kept in captivity.

It's like keeping livestock in captivity.

——

Yanglu Street, Empty Mountain Lane.

Lu Jingzheng is teaching Pei Yingui to learn Guanghan Yin.

The Guanghan seal can not only be constructed with vitality, but also with qi and blood.

It is a very special kind of many supernatural powers.

Whether it is a martial arts monk or a primordial god monk, they can all practice.

Pei Yingui had long hair and dropped his shoulders, and carefully understood the law of the flow of qi and blood in this Guanghan seal.

Lu Jing will also explain from time to time to dredge up the difficulties.

Pei Yingui was able to cultivate in the Divine Fire Realm in the Cold Palace of Qi Kingdom, and his talent was needless to say.

But...... Pei Yingui never imagined why Mr. Lu Jing was able to fully understand the mystery of Guanghan Yin in such a short period of time.

"If you can master this Guanghan seal, with the same qi and blood, you can shoot an arrow, and you can even shoot an enemy from a hundred miles away."

"It's just that Guanghan Yin's qi and blood consumption is too terrifying, and it can only be used as a way to press the bottom of the box, or to win a decisive victory."

Pei Yingui thought so in his heart.

And Lu Jing, who was dressed in white, taught for a long time, until the willow tops on the moon, and then Lu Jing stood up and said goodbye.

Pei Yingui personally sent Lu Jing and walked to the door, but saw that there was still a couplet written by Lu Jing himself hanging on the door of the small courtyard.

Every time she sees that Xialian's peace of mind is my hometown, her heart will always be much more peaceful.

But Lu Jing didn't notice the couplet, he remembered the strong man of Qi that Nan Fengmian had mentioned, and remembered the origin of Pei Yingui, so he asked: "Pei Yingui girl, do you know the two of Qi Gaoli and Jian Qiushui?" ”

(End of chapter)