If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

The reactions of the people present were varied.

But they also came to the same goal by different routes. The eyes of the usually proud maidservants shone with a clear light, and they were a little more curious about the extremely unfavorable bastard Lu Jing in the Lu family.

"It's strange, where did this Lu Jing master the bone-like cursive script to write so brilliantly?"

Xi Qiu and Xue Liu looked at each other.

Ning Qiang's originally sad face also showed surprise at this moment.

"The word luan flutters and the phoenix moves, the dragon and the snake fly... Even I think it's very good...I didn't expect my cousin's pen and ink skills to be as good as my cousin Lu Jiang said."

There was light in Ning Qiang's eyes, and she praised aloud, which made Lu Jiang's expression extremely unnatural.

Lin Rendong's gaze on the side was still on Lu Jing's pen and ink, and after a long time, she raised her eyes to look at Lu Jing again.

But he found that Lu Jing was still frowning slightly.

"Master Jing, this word is excellent, but I don't think you are satisfied."

Lin Rendong smiled and asked: "I still want to have the audacity to ask for these words and characters from Miss Qiang and Master Jing, and give them to my father."

"My father is good at calligraphy, and this kind of gift will definitely make him happy."

Ning Qiang showed hesitation: "Cousin's handwriting is naturally very good, but my poem... the head of the Lin family may feel a little immature after seeing it."

Lu Qiong said with a smile: "Cousin, why should I be humble, this poem is also very good."

After he finished speaking, he turned to Lu Jing and said, "Lu Jing's handwriting is indeed very good. If he is good at poetry, he will be famous in the Taixuanjing literary world."

Lu Qiong's maid, Xi Qiu, nodded unconsciously.

He also felt that his young master Qiong's calligraphy was not as good as this Lu Jing's, but his attainments in poetry were also extraordinary, very comparable to others.

Lu Qiong's words stopped.

Lu Jing carefully rolled up the river silk paper on the stone table with a serious face, and handed it to Lin Rendong.

"Since Miss Honeysuckle wants it, I will make the decision on behalf of my sister to give Miss Honeysuckle."

Lin Rendong was a little puzzled, but reached out to take the piece of silk paper.

Ning Qiang opened her mouth, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

Lu Jing gave the river silk paper to Lin Rendong, and suddenly said softly to Qing Yue who was standing behind him: "Qing Yue."

Qingyue came to her senses, and immediately rubbed ink with paper.

Several people in the pavilion gathered around again, not understanding what Lu Jing was going to do.

While Qingyue was busy.

But Lu Jing looked at Ning Qiang and said, "Cousin, I know you are suffering in your heart, but if you don't get rid of these sorrows, I'm afraid it will hurt your spirit and body."

At this moment, Qingyue handed over a brush.

Lu Jing took up the pen again, and said: "I also like to read poetry collections, and I once read a poem in a collection of poems, which was very well written.

I will write it silently and send it to my cousin.

I hope my cousin can get rid of the past as soon as possible and get rid of the sorrow. "

After Lu Jing finished speaking, he wrote again.

When a line of poetry appears on the precious river silk paper on the stone table.

This time, what attracted everyone's attention was not only Lu Jing's startling dragon-like words, but also these many poems.

Lin Rendong's eyes kept changing, looking at Lu Jing for a while, and looking at the poem on the paper for a while.

The one who touched me the most was probably Ning Qiang.

There were faint tears in her eyes, but she was thoughtful, not knowing what she felt from those lines of poetry...

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Time flies by.

When the evening glow shines, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the autumn garden, and the clear stream next to the Qingliu Pavilion also has a reddish color, as if the sunset glow has fallen into it, tainting a bit of the bleakness of the passing water.

Lu Qiong, Ning Qiang, and Lin Rendong left one after another.

In the Qingliu Pavilion, only Lu Jiang, the maid Xueliu, Lu Jing and Qingyue were left.

Outside the Qingliu Pavilion, there was still that Lu Jiang's attendant waiting far away.

Lu Jiang is still sitting on the stone bench with Dama Jindao.

He has a broad physique and a very upright posture, and there is not much gloom on his tough face.

Both Lu Jing and Lu Jiang were silent.

It's just that Lu Jiang's eyes were still somewhat curious: "I didn't expect you to have a skill."

Lu Jing smiled and said, "I disappointed my fifth cousin."

Lu Jiang shook his head: "In today's Dafu, you have neither fame nor cultivation, how can you stand out with only one hand of brush and ink calligraphy?

So I'm not disappointed, but what surprised me is that you have a bit of integrity and dare to refute me repeatedly? "

Lu Jing was still sitting opposite Lu Jiang, and slowly picked up the teacup on the stone table: "Fifth cousin, since I have already practiced martial arts, I naturally want to try to understand one thought. To me, it is a continuous mountain, impassable and unclimbable."

Having said that, Lu Jing drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

"My fifth cousin invited me here today because he wanted to humiliate me in front of others, making me feel gloomy and uneasy. Now that I know it, I naturally want to protect myself."

There was a bit of admiration in Lu Jiang's eyes: "In the practice of martial arts, you really need to cultivate your vigor, break through the front when you see the front, and break through the trouble when you are in trouble. Lu Jing, you are right."

"It's just that I didn't intend to hurt you just now. You are more than sixteen years old, and it is already extremely difficult to cast bones."

"On the day that Mr. Xuehu came, I heard the sound of your bones, and you must have worked hard for a long time to reach this level.

But if you want to go further, it is extremely difficult. "

While Lu Jiang was speaking, he slowly stood up.

"Lu Jing, just like what you said just now, cultivating martial arts is cultivating a mastery of thought.

If the thoughts are not clear, the qi and blood will not flow, and the cultivation base will not be able to enter the realm! "

"You also said just now that with the presence of Nanfu, Mrs. Ning will not impose too severe punishment on you, so if I want to make my thoughts clear, I can only do it myself..."

Lu Jiang's gaze suddenly became extremely cold: "You are just the son of a girl, I want to vent my anger, but you can't refute, that's why I invited you here today!"

With his hands behind his back, he walked out of Qingliu Pavilion step by step.

And his voice came slowly again: "When you are crippled, and when I have a clear mind, I will naturally take care of your remnant body so that you will not starve to death..."

Lu Jiang took Xueliu away.

Qingyue stood behind Lu Jing, listening to Lu Jiang's cold words, a little timid.

Lu Jing didn't change his face, and watched Lu Jiang leave.

Then... Lu Jing's gaze fell on Lu Jiang's attendant in the distance.

This attendant is the silent young man who just came to communicate...

Zhang Yuan.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan is still walking step by step, walking on the only way to Qingliu Pavilion.

There was a bit of apology in his eyes.

He also muttered to himself: "Master Jing please forgive me, my life belongs to Master Jiang, and the young and old in my family are also taken care of by Master Jiang..."

"When Master Jing is abolished, I will commit suicide and apologize."

Lu Jing tilted his head slightly, with a look of approval in his eyes.

"He is a loyal hero. Presumably, you committed suicide not to apologize to me, but to fulfill the responsibility of the crime and prevent the crime from spreading to Lu Jiang."

A trace of guilt flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes, but he still walked firmly.

"We humble people, if we die for a nobleman like Young Master Jiang, we deserve to die!"

Lu Jing, who was still sitting on the stone bench, took another sip of tea before standing up.

For a moment, a burning cold light bloomed in his eyes.

His body was loose, his bones snapped, and there was no fear in his eyes.

"The practice of martial arts is not only to cultivate the mind of mastery, but also to cultivate a breath of fearlessness..."

"Lu Jiang wants to abolish me?"

"Zhang Yuan, after a quarter of an hour, you can tell him again, I don't agree."