Jiacheng is divided into two temples of Wenwu, the Temple of Literature is located in the east, and the Temple of Wu is located in the south.

The Confucian Temple was full of people, and a group of disciples of Yingtian Academy settled in the post station not far from here.

Chu Xiuming stood in front of the railing, his eyes looking to the east, and the long sword at his waist was buzzing. There was a white-clothed scholar standing beside Chu Xiuming, who was the third son of the official book.

Han Rui said respectfully: "Sage, I have asked all the disciples to do all the things of the sacrifice, and after worshipping the Temple of Literature, they will be able to enter the Wendao Ruins." ”

Chu Xiuming waved his hand and said, "Let them stop the work in their hands first and come to me." There is a great change today, and perhaps in the history books, this will be the beginning of a wave of strife for decades to come. ”

What's the matter? I can get such an evaluation from my uncle! Han Rui was stunned, and was about to ask Chu Xiuming about the reason, but he just lowered his eyebrows and raised his head, and there was no Chu Xiuming on the corridor.

Chu Xiuming stepped on the railing and jumped directly from the second floor, while a little farther away from the street entrance, a four-seater car slowly drove up.

The frame was very slow, and it was a laborious job to drive four horses with a whip, and Rao was Xin Yi used all his strength, so the horses reluctantly moved up two steps.

Lu Xing and Chu Chu were not in the carriage, but walked in front of the frame one after the other. The few are white, and the old are clothed in ink.

"The third uncle is honing Xin Yi? I haven't asked, what does this foolish thing make you like? ”

"Does the prince really want to know?" Chu Chu showed a smile on his face, his eyes fell on the frame, and said, "It's just that the two girls in the frame can't listen to it, otherwise, I'm afraid that the son will be ashamed." ”

Lu Xing raised his eyebrows, Xiao Yu didn't get up from the bed, Liu Danyang guarded Zhao Nanxuan, Wei Ying insisted on following, thinking of Wei Ying stroking the qin yesterday, he didn't stop him, and the remaining girl was the beautiful maid left by Qi Mu, according to herself, her name was Li Rui.

"Let's talk about it, I'm going to fight, and it's uncomfortable."

Chu Chu was also unambiguous, and said, "Does the prince still remember the first time he saw Miss Wei Ying?" At that time, the prince raised his head with a sentence, Wei Ying's appearance was overwhelming, and the elegant and rich people in the hall couldn't take their eyes off it, but Xin Yi was not disturbed, and he opened his mouth with a ......"

Chu Chu's next words were blocked by a green sound in the carriage.

"Uncle Chu has said it, the pink skeleton, the red face is in trouble, Ying doesn't want to be such a person."

In the carriage, Wei Ying's eyes were worried, a jade hand fell on her lap, she looked at Li Rui, who was silent and silent, and her eyebrows tightened.

Born with a red face, at the end of the slightest, there is no chance to enjoy all kinds of honors, but you have to suffer all the misfortunes brought about by beauty.

bereaved brother or husband, zero ding, drifting like a ping.

Yesterday, Li Rui's sentence "I hurt my younger brother, he should have an afterlife" spoke of Wei Yin's heart: Perhaps, the previous husband was killed by me.

is as sad as Li Rui, crying like Wei Ying, and has a thin face since ancient times.

"Miss Wei, don't be inferior, with your appearance, you must be worthy of the last generation. That is, when the candles are spent in the future, don't forget about me, a meat man who talks about matchmaking. Xin Yi may have almost been on fire when he was in a hurry, but his kung fu was very numb.

"This horseman—" Lu Xing's face was full of black lines when he heard this, if it weren't for the street, he would definitely give this bame two feet. He must also be punished for not drinking alcohol or eating meat for one day, no, he must be punished for three days.

Chu Chu smiled and said nothing, what he liked was Xin Yi's simplicity. Besides, the son of our family is going to rule the entire Northland in the future, what's wrong with marrying a few more beautiful girls? The courtyard of the Xuejin Royal Mansion is empty, and the two generations of Beidi kings have not been able to leave heirs, and it is urgent to revitalize the Beidi incense.

In the carriage, Wei Ying pursed her lips and didn't make a sound, Xin Yi couldn't answer this foolish word, even if she had the intention to marry Lu Xing, she couldn't just know each other for a few days and hastily promised that she was not a young lady in the boudoir. Married at the age of sixteen, sent to the funeral at the age of sixteen, lived for three years in the scourge and the infamy of Kefu, Wei Ying, who was only nineteen, was already full of holes in her heart, so she thought about everything more thoughtfully than others.

"Ying, if you are happy, you will get married......" Li Rui was wearing a red dress and holding a roll of red silk in her hand, which she had asked for so hard.

She had a little more sparkle in her eyes, and looked directly at Wei Ying's sorrowful gaze, and said: "I have never been married, and when I was a child, I heard the old man say that marrying is the most important thing in a woman's life. ”

Wei Ying's eyes flashed slightly, and after getting into the carriage, this was the first time Li Rui spoke, even yesterday, she said very little, and most of the time she was alone in a daze.

"When I was fifteen years old, I was sold to a green house by my father, worked as a maid for a year, and became a wealthy businessman by means, and since then I have become the number one. My brother also came to look for me at that time, and he said that his parents died, and he was just one of my relatives in the world. As soon as my heart softened, I let him stay, and even handed over all my private money to him. ”

Li Rui no longer kept looking at Wei Ying's gaze, lowered her head and stared at the embroidered shoes under her feet, her nails secretly rubbing the stains on the red satin.

"My brother became a gambler, he lost all my money and went into debt. It was also because of this that the bustard's attitude towards me changed sharply, and he asked me to pick up many guests every day, and even when I came to menstruation, I ......"

"Until a month ago, Qi Mu came to Jiacheng, he took a fancy to me, and killed all the people who bullied me, and also arrested my younger brother. Later, Qi Mu told me that it was my brother's idea to let me pick up customers like crazy, and my brother told the bustard that I was terminally ill and that I didn't have many days left. ”

"Qi Mu killed my brother, but I don't hate him, I hate myself. If I had a more ugly face, a rough body, and the strength to help the family, my father would not have betrayed me. If I hadn't given my brother so much money at once, he wouldn't have become a gambler. ”

Wei Ying watched silently, listening carefully to every word Li Rui said, with a frost attached to her eyebrows.

"I don't have a surname, the name Li Rui was taken by Qi Mu, I didn't dare to ask him the reason...... this was Li Rui's last sentence, and then she lowered her head silently, her palm firmly clutching the red silk on her lap.

Wei Ying didn't bother, but she had an extra thought in her heart: If I wore new clothes, would I be more beautiful than that time?

Outside, the frame traveled to the edge of the Wendao ruins, and I saw Chu Xiuming standing on the side of the road from a distance, and his scholarly anger was very conspicuous in the crowd.

A few bold businessmen recognized Lu Xing's identity and shouted, "Shizi, aren't you also here to participate in the trial selection of Wendao Ruins?" ”

"If the prince participates in person, then this trial election will be famous all over the world, and it will be an honor for us and other bystanders!"

However, the carriage did not mean to stop at all, and Xin Yi still struggled to drive the horse, but the speed was slower.

Lu Xing stopped before Chu Xiuming took three steps, smiled, and said, "Chu Xianren, thank you for borrowing the grace of the sword yesterday." ”

"It's okay," Chu Xiuming shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand to untie the long sword on his waist, and said, "My sword was found from a monument, and it has always been a shame for me, and the sword intent of the prince is very appetizing to it." ”

Chu Xiuming unsheathed the long sword, and the fingers of his left hand gently stroked the blade, and the long sword trembled.

"Maybe I'm weak and raise it as a sword, but I forgot that it was originally a fierce sword. The sword spirit chooses the master, and the son of the world is willing to be its third-generation master? Chu Xiuming pushed the long sword forward, and the sword qi rose up without an owner, surrounding his body, and it lasted for a long time.

Gift a sword? Lu Xing was a little unexpected, the sword is precious, and the sword spirit is even more difficult to find. Chu Xiuming even used his own heroic qi to cultivate the sword, and he had converted the three-point sword breath into a literary qi. Just looking at Chu Xiuming's meaning, it seems that he is sincerely giving a sword.

Lu Xing was not so pretentious, he stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt of the sword, the long sword trembled, and the sword qi was about to overflow, but it was completely suppressed by Lu Xing's sword intent, and the sword qi surrounding Chu Xiuming's body finally dissipated.

Chu Xiuming and Lu Xing both knew that the sword spirit recognized the master.

"Is this sword famous?" Lu Xing asked.

Chu Xiuming was relieved and said: "I have it, the name is an ancient temple." ”

"Okay, the master's gift of the sword today, the boy has written it down. If one day I want to come to my northern land, I will go out of Xuejin City for ten miles to greet me......" Lu Xing dragged his hands and his sword downward, bowing down.

Chu Xiuming also bowed down, not only worshipping the prince, but also saying goodbye to the ancient temple.

"Hey!" Xin Yi was angry with the four fierce horses, he was even more temperamental than himself, and with a muffled snort, the horsewhip fell, and the horse finally got a little faster.

"Let's go, when the prince returns, if the prince still has the strength to remain, please enter the Wendao ruins, and I will reserve a place for the prince."

Lu Xing didn't say anything more, and took another step, moving farther and farther with the frame. Behind him, there were countless noises of businessmen and scholars, either shocked, or uneven, or pity......

Holding the ancient temple firmly in the palm of his hand, Lu Xing sank his mind to the mud pill palace of the Lingtai, and a small sword made of ice crystals occupied the center, which was the natal sword qi left by the eldest sister Lu Shuang on his body, which was used to ward off evil spirits, shock demons, understand reason and guard the heart.

When necessary, it can drive the natal sword qi, the eighth floor of the martial arts - the power of the Heaven Slayer, this sword can have a percentage.

Lu Xing mobilized his natal sword qi, and a strong will to resist came out of it, and after three years of meditation in Dragon and Tiger Mountain, the sword qi gave birth to spiritual wisdom, and it believed that Lu Xing did not encounter a life and death crisis at the moment, and there was no need to spend it in vain.

Since this morning, Lu Xing has been trying to mobilize his natal sword qi, but he has been in a stalemate all morning, and the sword qi has refused to step out of the Mud Pill Palace. If it was a quarter of an hour ago, Lu Xing would have had nothing to do with it, but now that he has the ancient temple as the carrier, who would still talk nonsense with a sword qi.

A body of sword intent converged to the Mud Pill Palace, turning into a delusional villain standing in front of the natal sword qi, Lu Xing controlled the illusory villain to hit forward, his head was like a sword blade, and the natal sword qi deviated from the center in one fell swoop. Then, the vain villain hugged the natal sword qi, bit the hilt of the sword with his teeth, and dragged him out of the Mud Pill Palace.

Lu Xing didn't intend to waste time with it, so he threw his natal sword qi into the ancient temple with a single thought, and the vain villain turned into a cage to trap it. The sword spirit of the ancient temple also ran over to help, took out the firewood that had been hidden for hundreds of years, and threw it under the natal sword qi one by one. The sword spirit rubbed his little hands together and threw a ball of spiritual fire into the firewood.

"Master, master, quickly make the firewood prosperous, and the sword qi of the great supplement will melt quickly......" The voice was soft, like a girl.

Lu Xing listened to the chant of the sword spirit of the ancient temple, and frowned: Bastard, it's really burned with my sword intent, right!

Suddenly thinking of Chu Xiuming's relieved expression, Lu Xing's eyes narrowed slightly: Give a sword?