"Cheng ...... Marriage? ”

Qing Yue was obviously a little stunned.

Under the night, the clouds are all gone, the moon is sprinkled between the heavens and the earth, the Milky Way flows silently, and the bright moon has already reached the sky, like a crescent moon jade.

The night sky seems to have been washed away.

Qingyue stopped, turned her head and stared at Lu Jing in a daze, a little overwhelmed for a while.

Lu Jing smiled softly at her: "I am eighteen years old, and I will be nineteen in a few months."

If my mother were still alive, she would have to find a family affair for me now. ”

Qingyue was awakened by Lu Jing's gentle voice.

Meteors streaked across the night sky, and light clouds fluttered slowly, as if they were moving in the opposite direction of the moon.

Yes, the young master's age should be married.

It's just that the young master bears the fame of the world, and he is the youngest prince of the Dafu Dynasty, and all the young scholars in the world take him as an example, and he has also set up kindness for all beings in the world...... The revived river province can feed at least 10,000 people.

How can such a person marry him as a maid?

Qingyue subconsciously wanted to shake her head, but when she looked at Lu Jingruyu's face, she only felt that her long hair weighed a thousand pounds, and she couldn't shake her head.

But she couldn't agree calmly, so she could only stand still in silence.

Lu Jing looked directly at Qing Yue, as if Qing Yue could gain insight into the meaning of Lu Jing's every move, and so did Lu Jing.

So he patted Qingyue's shoulder and said, "It's time to go home." ”

Lu Jing walked forward, and Qing Yue followed behind him.

Just took a few steps, but Lu Jing suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Qing Yue's eyes and asked, "Qing Yue, if I was still the weak young man who studied before, but now you have become a pharmacist in white, even if you go to a local mansion, you will become a guest of honor for a big man."

So...... Are you and I going to part ways? ”

Qingyue subconsciously shook her head, and then reacted.

After Lu Jing finished asking this sentence, he did not wait for Qingyue to answer.

His face was full of confidence, as if he was sure that Qingyue would not leave him because of this.

Qingyue stood in place and looked at Lu Jing's back, her eyes gradually becoming clearer.

Even when the moon shines, it seems to have become much gentler.

"Yes, there are thousands of identities, thousands of statuses.

The young master and I walked all the way through the wild flowers pressing the branches, the snow sliding down the treetops, the cold plums blooming, the birds and cicadas singing, and the scorching sun.

Since I have been gone for so long, what can I do to separate me from the young master? ”

Qing Yue remembered the pill she was still refining in the Dan Furnace.

Thinking of the scene in the begonia flowers again, his expression gradually became firm.

In the past years, Xiao looked at the sky and looked at the clouds at dusk, and he also thought about sitting and thinking about him.

And in the future, it will be the end of the earth, and he will go to the distant mountains, the Western Regions, and the sea, and Qingyue will also go with the young master.

For them, everything is a matter of course, everything is a smooth sailing.

But if there is no canal, no water, and no boat, the young master and her will always be with you.

Qingyue thought of this, so she quickly caught up with Lu Jing and walked side by side with Lu Jing.

Like countless nights before.

The boy and the girl walked side by side.

The moonlight is gentle tonight, the wind is gentle, and even the ripples on the sea seem to be witnessing to the two.

After walking dozens of steps, Qingyue seemed to remember something, with some hesitation in her eyes, she asked Lu Jingdao: "Young Master, ...... Miss Shengzi?"

"I always wanted to see her, but at first she was in retreat, and then I went to Jiuchu Mountain and Dongshan Lake, and when I came back from Dongshan Lake, it was just in time for her mother's death, so I only left a letter.

Now she is only afraid that she is sacrificing her deceased mother in Sanghuai Mansion.

When Sheng Zi returns, I will make a special trip to meet her. ”

Lu Jing's tone was calm.

But Qingyue could hear that Lu Jing still had some apprehension in his tone.

Miss Sheng Zi's mood is so hot and bright,

Her feelings are splendid, the mountains are uncovered, and the sea is unobstructed, which sometimes makes Qingyue admire......

There are countless daughters in Dafu, but there are not many who love and hate like this.

At this time.

Lu Jingzheng looked up at the sky, watching the starlight lingering in the sky, and seeing the ethereal fairy aura in the sky.

He took a deep look at Tianqiong, then turned his head and asked Qingyue again: "Qingyue, what do you think is the right day after the Mid-Autumn Festival?" ”

Qingyue was immersed in great contradictions and joys.

I just feel that today's night, breeze, and even my own heartbeat are irreplaceable.

But when she heard Lu Jing's inquiry, she still calmed down, just like she did when she was alchemizing.

"Young master, why don't you let Mr. Guanqi decide?"

The corners of Lu Jing's mouth outlined a smile, and his chin bowed.

……

Since Mr. Guanqi repaired his injuries with the help of the Heavenly Pulse and became more and more romantic, he no longer looked at those remnants.

In the past, he only moved around the Slim Tower.

These days, he always went to the raised hill on the second floor to play chess with the old man who lived in seclusion in the study building of the Nanguo Mansion.

The old man was often frightened by Mr. Chess and sweated, but he was unwilling to admit defeat, and occasionally lay in a wheelchair to play tricks and knock over the chessboard.

This is already a very faux pas.

But Mr. Guanqi always squinted his eyes and smiled, the old man of the Nanguo Mansion had never practiced, so he wore that gentleman's robe, bent down to look around for chess pieces, and carefully sorted them out.

For some reason, Mr. Eleven is always far behind Mr. Guanqi these days.

Even the affairs in the Shao Dusk Courtyard were mostly handed over to Qingyue and Luyu.

Watching Mr. Chess play chess, Mr. Eleven always sits in the small pavilion and waits quietly.

Until Mr. Guanqi stared at the chessboard to find her, she would always nod to Mr. Guanqi.

A smile was rarely seen on Mr. Eleven's face.

This is true even when facing Mr. Guanqi.

The two of them go together, and they often rarely speak, just as companions.

Occasionally, when Mr. Eleven inadvertently looks at Mr. Guanqi, some loneliness flashes on his face.

"Whether it is three stars in the sky or eight celestial stars, after all, they can't always hang high above the world.

That Shang Min travels to and from all over the world, meaning that there are three stars in the sky, and I am not as good as him. ”

Mr. Guanqi was interested, and pointed to the starlight scattered in the sky to Mr. Eleven on the side.

"Shang Min wants to dismantle Tianque step by step.

Emperor Chongtian and Jiang Baishi wanted to use the immortal slaying artifact to make the immortal slasher hold the mandate of heaven and cut down the sky in one go.

In the eyes of the Great Candle King, the world and the heavens are regarded by him as cities and kingdoms.

Not to mention the vertical and horizontal battles, just let the Qin fire burn out, burn the world first, and burn the fire gradually stronger, and naturally you can also burn the heavenly fairyland into ashes......

It's just that I don't know who these proud characters in heaven and earth can fulfill their ambitions and ideas. ”

When the taciturn Mr. Eleven heard Mr. Guanqi's words, his tone suddenly became a little pantothenic: "If you live longer, won't you be able to see it?" ”

Mr. Guanqi didn't hear the business in Mr. Eleven's words, he still looked at the starlight in the distance, and said: "Shang Min is good for the world, or for revenge, don't mention it for the time being, he is too lonely, and he wants to change the world, and the strength of one person is not enough." ”

"Among the two kings of the world, Emperor Chongtian and King of the Great Candle, perhaps someone will succeed.

But whether it is the Emperor Chongtian or the Great Candle King, the two only need to become one of them, the world will be ruined, and it will only take a thousand years to cultivate oneself and recuperate. ”

"Jiang Baishi originally came to see the suffering of the world, but after the spiritual tide, he felt that the sky was invincible, and he only cared about planning the chess game of falling immortals, but he forgot about the people in the world.

So ......"

"So, you're pinning your hopes on Lu Jing?" Mr. Eleven asked.

Mr. Guanqi shook his head: "I only care about doing my own thing and doing my duty."

Yanggu, Yu Yuan, Yang Tribulation Sea, and Thunder Tribulation Sea always have to bear the burden of the world.

As for Lu Jing, he is my disciple, and I don't want him to shoulder the world, which will crush him.

But I also believe that since he wears a sword at his waist, the sword will always shine. ”

"Even, the brilliance will be more and more dazzling......"

Mr. Guanqi seemed to sense something, and he said as he looked into the distance.

Standing next to him was Mr. Eleven, Mr. Nine in Hanmo Academy.

Zhong Yubai in Ji Yuan's Mansion and the man in black.

In the courtyard behind the Liujia Flower Pavilion, the toad carried by Luo Mingyue emitted a faint glow.

In the Quartet Wine Shop, the mysterious storyteller was also a little surprised.

In the Taixuan Palace, I don't know how many eyes fell on the gate of the city.

At the gate of the city, a middle-aged scholar entered the Xuandu.

The scholar was bookish and seemed to be very weak, except for a three-foot long sword at his waist.

In Taixuan Jingzhong, the scholars with swords do not know how many.

This dusty scholar did not provoke the interrogation of the guards at the door, because he was too ordinary.

But when he stepped into Taixuanjing.

Emperor Chongtian, who was originally reviewing the folds at the desk, raised his head and put down the imperial pen in his hand.

"This land scene has a bit of vision."

Emperor Chongtian said casually to the old mink temple who was bowing to the side: "He can see that the slaughtering immortal black gold has a spirit, I am the master of the slaughtering immortal black gold, and the sword I have used cannot erase my breath in my life." ”

The old mink temple was still dressed in red, and he didn't look at the face of Emperor Chongtian, he only bowed and said: "Although Jing Guogong is a young man, with his sword dao enlightenment, he wants to detect the difference in the black gold of the slaughtering immortals.

That's why there will be this weak deer coming from the Resting Road Chafeng Mansion. ”

An Weaklu once owed a big favor to Chong'an Sanzhou, and later he lived in seclusion and had no news.

But he never thought that An Weaker still hadn't forgotten the kindness of the martial arts leader who swept the world with the heavenly halberd.

Chong'an and the three states invited each other, and they packed their bags on the rest of the road and came to Taixuanjing all the way.

"And that thirty-six counties he brought?"

Emperor Chongtian became more and more curious: "Since Lu Jing wants to forge a sword of his own, why do he need so many first-grade famous swords?"

The famous sword and the famous sword don't meet, he thinks that he is Shang Min, and he can make famous swords such as Shenshu and Bailu recognize the master together? ”

As Emperor Chongtian spoke, a ray of brilliance flashed in the eyes of the dragon corpse embedded in the table.

Gonggong Lu of the Red Mink Temple did not continue to speak.

Emperor Chongtian suddenly remembered something: "The storyteller is also in Taixuanjing now?" ”

Lu Gonggong said yes.

"It's a coincidence.

If Lu Jing can really forge a famous sword, then the storyteller just makes a note for this sword.

The sword forged by An Weak Deer, coupled with the sword-casting treasure I gave him, how can he fight a famous sword that is the fifteenth in the world.

If this sword is tailor-made for Lu Jing, and the light sword qi and the edge of the fearless sword spirit, the power of such a sword in Lu Jing's hands is indeed much better than that of Tu Xian Black Gold. ”

Gonggong Lu, who has never said much, sighed rarely: "He is worthy of being the person chosen by the Holy Monarch."

He was already able to kill the gods with the black gold of the slaughtering immortals.

If he was making a sword for himself, even if he couldn't catch up with the Marquis of Zhongshan and the Northern Qin Gongsun Suyi, he couldn't catch up with the immortals Tianjiao who devoured the fruit of the spiritual tide in the five cities on the twelfth floor.

But it can already stand proudly on the top of the stars.

It's just that...... ...... the day in the West Building."

Father-in-law Lu had some worry and pity in his last sentence.

He was naturally not worried about Lu Jing, but about Emperor Chongtian's plan.

"The sky is falling, and there is also Bai Guan Qi to carry it."

Emperor Chongtian once again picked up the imperial pen to review the chapter.

It stands to reason that Emperor Chongtian is so diligent, and the world will not be like this.

But I don't know how to fold it...... What exactly is being said?

An weak deer is equipped with a three-foot short sword at his waist, and the prosperity in Taixuanjing seems to have nothing to do with him.

He walked down the long street with his head bowed, not knowing what to think.

Occasionally, a ray of sunlight spilled down, but he saw that there were more words on the scabbard of the long sword at his waist.

The Sword Saint of the Qi Kingdom, who practiced the one-word sword, woke up from the Jixia Sword Pavilion.

He turned his head and frowned at the wide long sword not far away.

"Made by heavenly craftsmen, it has its own true ...... of heaven and earth"

An Weaker cast two first-grade famous swords, and second-grade famous swords also cast nine handles.

It's okay for him to live in seclusion in the world, and now he goes to Taixuanjing again, isn't he afraid of losing the truth of heaven and earth and dying in front of the fire?

Thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, Yueshi.

There is a girl holding a cat, her childish hair is not dry, and she is glamorous.

Her long brown hair was tied up haphazardly with a hairpin.

The cat in the girl's arms had a black body and a white tail, and its pupils were inky.

Until...... The scabbard of the long sword on the waist of An Weak Lu in Taixuanjing lit up, revealing two tiny words.

"Daji."

It was like calling the black cat in the girl's arms.

A flash of light suddenly flashed in the black cat's eyes, and then she suddenly jumped out of the girl's arms.

In an instant, a black and white streamer flashed.

The black cat vanished, replaced by a long sword with a snow-white body and a black hilt.

The charming girl reached out lightly, and the strange long sword fell into her hand.

At the right time.

In the golden tent of the self-made girl, five or six people walked in.

Two guards were in front, and two maids were behind.

In the center, there is a woman wearing a high crown and eyebrows, wearing a gorgeous costume, and her spirit is high.

The woman's eyebrows are like green feathers, her muscles are like snow, and she is beautiful, but she has her own majesty gathered in that eyebrow, just like a daughter who holds the country.

The girl holding the long sword saluted: "Eldest princess......"

The person who came was a tall woman who had met in the mirror with Gongsun Suyi.

"There aren't many people in the thirty-six countries of the Western Regions who call me the eldest princess."

The eldest princess looked left and right at the golden horde, and her gaze fell directly on the girl's arms.

"Princess Dayue, this sword is the famous sword Daji, the thirteenth in the world?"

The eldest princess asked.

Princess Otsuki bows her head.

The eldest princess asked again: Is it cast by the weak deer? ”

Princess Dayue replied: "An Weaklu once forged two famous swords for me and the Sword Saint of Qi in his life.

This Daji is one of them. ”

The eldest princess was interested, took two steps forward, and casually took the Daji sword from Princess Dayue's arms.

"This is the sword of the furnace sealing of An Weak Deer?"

Princess Dayue said: "An Qianglu went to Taixuanjing and brought his own sword for cutting iron, which should be to forge a sword." ”

The eldest princess's eyes changed, and she was a little puzzled: "Today, who can please An Weak Deer?" ”

Princess Otsuki shook her head: "I don't know, it's just ...... An weak deer entered Taixuanjing, but he was afraid that he would not be able to cast a famous sword. ”

"Even if it is barely cast, it should not be among the twenty-one swords in the world."

"Why?" The eldest princess asked again.

Princess Dayue said: "An weak deer casts a sword to see whether he is willing or not, if someone imposes grace and majesty on him, he can't make a good sword." ”

The eldest princess raised her eyebrows and asked, "He cast Daji for you and Tianyi for the Sword Saint of Qi Kingdom, all because he saw your kendo attainments and volunteered to cast them for you?" ”

"I don't know what the Tianyi of the Sword Saint of Qi is.

This is true of Daji. ”

Princess Dayue said: "But as far as I know, there are very few swordsmen in Taixuan Jing who can impress An Weak Deer. ”

When the princess of the Yue clan said this, she suddenly hesitated: "Except for that Lu Jing."

It's just that the eldest princess told me yesterday that the sword in Lu Jing's hand is the black gold of the Great Fu Saint Monarch's Slaughtering Immortals.

With such a famous sword, why do you need to create a famous sword that is passed down all over the world? ”

(End of chapter)