Chapter 168 The Law Is Not the Most Important

Chapter 168 The law...is not the most important

Mr. Shulou, who was wearing a sword, did not look like he had just returned from killing someone.

The stars in the sky gradually dimmed.

The clouds and mists came back, and the dim stars disappeared first.

Only a few brilliant stars and that...Tianguan Star were left hanging in the sky.

"Although the Tianguan God cannot stay for long, it can always give me a good mood when it falls on me."

Lu Jing only felt that his soul became more and more transparent and clear, and the stars seemed to blend into it. A sword energy like the scorching sun lingered around the soul sitting in the Zhen Palace, becoming sharper and more brilliant.

"Fuguang sword energy, if the nature of the energy is contrary to the brilliant and righteous way of the sword, it can't be called Fuguang, and it can't continue to improve, and even my own soul will collapse."

Lu Jing walked on the long Wulong Street like this.

Tianguan Star always shines on his way and his eyes.

The Heavenly Official's God-Descending Stone...

The starlight was guided by the white moon, and the Heavenly Official, who had been here for two hundred years, descended. In a short period of time, the mysterious power of the Heavenly Official was guided by the starlight and fell on Lu Jing's soul.

And this Heavenly Official was naturally the Earth Tiger Soul Heavenly Official that the whole Dafu was commemorating. As early as the founding of Dafu, there were records of Heavenly Officials, and the Heavenly Official Festival was also the most lively festival in Dafu.

The people of Dafu always believed that there was a general riding a tiger on the Tianguan star that had not appeared for a long time, protecting the mortal world and the Dafu creatures in the mortal world.

The power of the Heavenly Official's God-Descending Stone was fading.

But Lu Jing used the Fu Guang sword to kill Li Yushi, who had repeatedly plotted against him and even threatened him with Qingyue this time. Lu Jing only felt that both his own Spring Thunder Spirit and the Fu Guang sword energy were becoming more and more intense, and more and more heavy and surging.

And when the scattered starlight merged into Lu Jing's body.

The vitality that had been absorbed by the Heavenly Official's God-descending Stone was almost no longer dissipating, but was madly integrated into his soul.

So Lu Jing walked alone while practicing the Dongyue Refining Mystery Canon.

The soul made seals with his hands and chanted spells, and the vitality was madly integrated into his soul with golden light.

And Lu Jing's soul was still getting thicker.

The fifth realm of the soul is the realm of truth, with three levels of divine thoughts, true palace, and manifestation of the soul.

At this moment, Lu Jing has broken into the realm of manifestation of the soul in just a blink of an eye!

And this does not seem to be Lu Jing's limit.

In the realm of manifestation of the soul, the soul's divine light overflows, and it can control many vitality, manifest the divine light, and the soul leaves the body. Under the protection of this divine light, it is no longer so fragile.

At the same time, the vitality controlled in the realm of manifestation of the soul is also more huge, and the vitality that can be refined into the soul will naturally be improved in various ways.

The sky in the distance seems to have never been illuminated by the starlight.

But when Lu Jing looked up, he seemed to see a celestial general riding a tiger in the distance, driving the clouds and mist in the gray night sky, looking down at him.

Lu Jing seemed to have sensed something and saluted the celestial general riding a tiger.

The celestial general riding a tiger also nodded slightly to him, and then turned into a stream of light, flowing into the dark clouds and mist.

In an instant, the clouds and mist became extremely bright, as if a group of galaxies were bred in it, and the flow of the galaxy returned to darkness.

And the Tianguan star in the sky was still hanging high in the void.

Only when the night is dark can a single star be seen, and only when the lights are on can a wisp of dust be seen.

The Tianguan star in the sky became dimmer and dimmer, but because the night in Taixuanjing was too dark, it became brighter and brighter.

The streets of Taixuanjing were already bustling with people.

I don’t know how many people walked out of the house in the darkness and looked at the Tianguan star in the sky.

Lu Jing raised his eyes, suddenly stopped, and saluted slowly towards a cloud in the sky.

The clouds originally covered the sky, and it looked like the clouds were thick and heavy, as if they could cover everything.

But when Lu Jing saluted, another peach blossom petal slowly fell and landed beside Lu Jing.

"Mr. Eleven." Lu Jing looked at the bookstore master in front of him with clear eyes.

At the beginning of the conflict, he used the starlight that suddenly appeared to see clearly that the bookstore master in front of him, who was usually taciturn and had only said a few words to him in the past few months, wanted to protect him in today's disaster.

Needless to say, the friendship between them.

In the past few months, Lu Jing has entered the bookstore, and has never helped the bookstore from beginning to end.

Even though he taught in the bookstore, the bookstore gave him a generous monthly salary and made him famous in Taixuanjing.

Now the black sandalwood sword on his waist, the heart-holding pen he usually uses to practice calligraphy, and the spring thunder knife meaning flowing in his blood all come from the bookstore.

"Although Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu have never told me clearly, I can also sense from the side that the bookstore must be under great pressure through the previous conversations.

In the empty mountain alley, the bookstore did not take action due to this pressure and my safety...Thinking carefully, the bookstore is a place for preaching, not a sect. If it is not so special, it is impossible to open it in various countries.

Under such circumstances, this time... Mr. Eleven wants to protect me."

Lu Jing is not stupid. He has already guessed that the bookstore will pay a huge price if it takes action.

And he himself...also needs a hearty fight, a killing that is feared by gods and ghosts, to nourish his spirit and sword energy. At the same time...If a young man knows that he is capable of doing so, if he is still timid, hesitant, and always forbearing, how can the sword energy in his hand be called "Fu Guang", and how can the sword spirit integrated into his blood be called "Spring Thunder"?

"Where are you going?" Mr. Eleven's voice was quiet, his face was expressionless, and his eyes showed a rare softness.

Lu Jing smiled truthfully: "After killing a person like the third son of the Xuandu Li family, Lu Jing naturally had to find a safe place, otherwise he would be arrested by the Jingyin Mansion tomorrow or in the middle of the night."

Mr. Eleven said: "You can go to the library first."

"If there is no other place to go, I will definitely go to the library."

Lu Jing shook his head and said: "After all, I owe a lot to the library and the gentlemen. The more debts I owe, the less pain it will be to add a few more.

But at the moment, it is more appropriate to go to another place."

Mr. Eleven saw that there was no panic on Lu Jing's face, and asked: "So you killed Li Yushi not on impulse, but also had some thoughts in your heart?"

"Of course I was impulsive." Lu Jing smiled: "But impulsiveness is impulsiveness, and life must be saved. It's not that the student thinks too highly of himself, but I feel that if I exchange my life with that Li Yushi, I will suffer a little."

Mr. Eleven looked at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing thought for a moment and asked, "Before I killed Xu Baiyan, I went to the library. Mr. Guanqi said that if the library protected me in Kongshan Lane, there would be a response from the Taixuan Palace, which would cause greater disasters for me, and even put my life in danger."

"But now, Mr. Eleven is willing to help me. I think Mr. Guanqi probably thinks that if the library helps me at this time, the response from the Taixuan Palace will not put my life in danger.

So... Lu Jing wants to try. If I, a Taixuan genius and a master of calligraphy and painting, can be stronger, can I also escape the shackles of the law like those powerful people?"

Mr. Eleven was slightly stunned, and then said seriously: "The powerful are not alone. They They often stand in one place, many mansions with profound backgrounds are connected together, and many heavy powers are accumulated in one place. Only in such a complicated situation can they save their lives under the sword of law.

Lu Jing, but you are alone now... Maybe when you are in the cage, the prince's lineage will help you.

It's just that you have never been under the prince's command, but you have a blood feud with Li Guanlong, and the adults who hold the sword of law also know how to weigh it. "

Mr. Eleven's voice became softer and softer, and he said softly, "Why don't you go back to the library with me, Mr. Guanqi..."

Lu Jing's eyes were clear, and he saluted Mr. Eleven again: "Thank Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Nine for me.

Many things are not that dangerous, Lu Jing knows it in his heart. "

Just as he said.

Today on Wulong Street, Lu Jing drew his sword and killed people, killing the third son of the Li family, which was not a sign of great evil.

Instead, Master Li Yu was spared, his sword art collapsed, his martial arts spirit disappeared, and his temperament returned to mediocrity... How should Lu Jing face the many disturbances in Taixuanjing in the future?

This... is the real sign of great misfortune.

Seeing Lu Jing's refusal and seeing that Lu Jing was confident, Mr. Eleven stopped persuading him.

"Sir, Lu Jing has another request..."

"I know." Mr. Eleven turned around and went to the book building, but his voice reached Lu Jing's ears: "You go your own way and do your own things. You don't have to worry about the courtyards and people in the courtyards on Yanglu Street."

"Since I have left the book building, I have to do something."

Lu Jing rarely asked for help, and Mr. Eleven knew what Lu Jing was worried about before he finished speaking.

Seeing Mr. Eleven leave from a distance, Lu Jing asked her to protect Qingyue. If it were in the past, he might feel a little embarrassed.

But since Nan Fengmian drew his sword to help him, since Princess Si Wanyu of Chong'an left that letter, and since the library helped him many times, Lu Jing felt deeply that...

Walking alone in the dark is naturally quite free and easy.

But if there are some trustworthy people around, it is also a blessing.

"We will talk about the friendship later."

Lu Jing continued to move forward.

The Tianguan star in the sky was getting darker and darker, and the power exerted by the Tianguan on him was constantly dissipating, but his own soul became more and more powerful.

Until... the peak of the fifth realm.

"Whether it is the Tianguan descending, the starlight, or me drawing the sword to kill people, it has benefited me a lot in my path of cultivation."

Lu Jing thought so in his heart.

And in this Taixuanjing, I don't know how many eyes are staring at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing seemed to have noticed it, but he still looked calm, and walked in the darkness here with his head held high.

He walked a few steps forward.

Lu Jing suddenly saw two familiar figures.

Nan Fengmian, who had a sword on his waist, wore a long green robe, was tall and handsome. He was leaning against a cypress tree, with his arms folded across his chest, looking at him from afar.

Next to Nan Fengmian, Nan Xuehu was frowning, holding a pot of wine and two wine glasses in his hands.

The pot of wine had obviously been heated, and the heat was rising.

Nan Xuehu's blood and qi barely wrapped around the pot and cups. It was obvious that he was caught by Nan Fengmian to warm the wine.

"Come, drink!"

Nan Fengmian took the pot from Nan Xuehu's arms and poured wine for Lu Jing: "When you finish this glass of wine, tell me what you want. When you die, I will bury you, and I will also pay tribute to you during the New Year and festivals in the future."

Nan Fengmian's words were unlucky, but his expression was quite sincere, and his eyes were full of regret.

"It's a pity that I never swore brotherhood with you."

Nan Fengmian handed the wine glass to Lu Jing and sighed, "Otherwise you have nothing to worry about and you don't have any relatives in Taixuanjing. I will engrave the tomb of Nan Fengmian's brother Lu Jing on the inscription. In this way, it will also show that you came to this world once and you are not alone when you leave."

Lu Jing was quite helpless about Nan Fengmian's character, but he took the wine glass from him without hesitation and drank it all.

"Brother Fengmian helped me today, Lu Jing will remember it. I will treat you to a drink in a few days."

Lu Jing smiled earnestly.

His words made Nan Xuehu, who was also helpless, raise his head and look at Lu Jing seriously.

Nan Fengmian frowned slightly, thought for a while, and sighed: "I was originally thinking whether to take you out to fight.

But think about it carefully, your current enemy is the lineage of the Seventh Prince. You killed the third son of Li Guanlong's family in the street, giving them a legitimate opportunity to kill you. This is a life-or-death situation.

But if I take you out to fight, a genius like you can't leave Taixuanjing or Dafu. At that time, the one who wants to kill you is Taixuan Palace, the Dafu court, and even the prince. It can be said that there is no chance of survival."

"I will die by then. If both of us die, it will be difficult to avenge this revenge."

At this time, Nan Fengmian also had a sad face.

Nan Xuehu was out of breath and bowed his head deeply.

Lu Jing was also quite surprised, and asked with his head tilted: "Brother Fengmian wants to avenge me?"

Nan Xuehu was about to answer.

Lu Jing frowned and said, "Lu Jing is just a scholar. Although I am good friends with Brother Fengmian, I have never helped you in any way. If I die in this disaster, why should you get involved? It's too worthless."

He was really puzzled.

Nan Fengmian gently grasped the hilt of Xinggu Zhenren's sword at his waist, looked at Lu Jing, and asked, "Have you forgotten the cause of this incident?"

Lu Jing was silent.

Nan Fengmian's voice gradually deepened: "Lu Jing, someone wants to avenge you, but you think that I shouldn't avenge you because of our friendship.

But in fact... since I have a knife on my waist, I will naturally do my own thing if I am angry!

You only talk about our friendship, but forget that this matter itself is an unfair thing in Taixuanjing."

"Li Yushi has repeatedly tried to kill you. The Seventh Prince and Duke Chu's Mansion even sent generals from the court and many powerful people to surround and kill you.

But let me ask you, Lu Jing, have you ever done anything that hurts the world?"

Lu Jing was stunned, lowered his head and thought about it, and slowly shook his head.

"Let me ask you again, have you ever let down Li Yushi, the Seventh Prince, and Duke Chu's Mansion?"

Lu Jing shook his head again.

"Then you are an innocent person in this matter. I am powerless to deal with many injustices in the world.

But I saw that you understood the sword energy of Mr. Si and wrote down those four lines of hope. If that's the case, I admire you very much. I also think that if you can live in the future, the world will be much more exciting, and there will be one more hero who walks with a sword and pacifies the injustices in the world!

But you died in such an injustice. I am angry in my heart, so I naturally have to draw my sword to complain for you who died because of this injustice."

Nan Fengmian said slowly, but his eyes always fell on Lu Jing.

After a few breaths, Nan Fengmian said again: "You can see the blood and tears of Mr. Si's men, and you can also see the evil in the charity hall, and you can draw your sword to kill people because of this.

But you ignored the injustice that happened to you, and only thought that you are the only person in the world who has the spirit of chivalry...

Lu Jing, you underestimate the people in the world and underestimate me."

Nan Fengmian did not suppress his voice.

But his voice floated ten feet away, and the wind in the cold night was like a knife, easily shattering those voices.

Lu Jing lowered his head, pondered for a long time, and then raised his head and asked: "Brother Fengmian, I am just a lonely man. As long as I entrust the people in my heart to you gentlemen, I will die, and there is nothing to regret.

But if you want to avenge me, you always have to consider the huge Nanguo Mansion and many relatives.

You want to draw your sword to help when you see the injustice in Taixuanjing, but if many relatives die because of you..."

"Of course I am not that stupid." Nan Fengmian sneered: "Do you think I am a reckless man, with a knife on my waist, I will rush into those wealthy mansions and kill people, and finally be convicted of treason and die without a burial place?

There are naturally many ways to take revenge..."

"Then Brother Fengmian thinks I am a reckless man?" Lu Jing suddenly interrupted Nan Fengmian's words, raised his head, his eyes were full of spirits: "I killed Li Yushi on Wulong Street, and you warmed the wine and sent me OK, you want to avenge me again, as if I am doomed to die, as if I am an impulsive and foolish person. "

Nan Fengmian saw Lu Jing's eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Master Li Yu took people to kill you. If he really killed you, under the Dafu Law, even if the prince attacked, the Li family would pay a lot, but Master Li Yu would not die, and General Xiao Lou with a gun would not die either. Even what the Li family paid, the Seventh Prince would make up for it... The dead genius is just a corpse. "

"But you are different from the Xuandu Li family. The Dafu Law, which seems to be the sky and the earth, is a tool to consolidate the cloud. The court will not cause trouble because of you, nor will it disrupt the rules of the law because of you, because you are alone, because you have no power in your life, even if you have extraordinary cultivation, but when there is a person like the Seventh Prince holding the sword of law to kill you, how can you live? "

"The law of Dafu will become a guillotine. Even if there are people in the court who value talent, since the Saint King wants to use the Seventh Prince to hone the Crown Prince, he will not stop the Seventh Prince because of your talent.

Lu Jing, this is why I think you will definitely die."

After hearing Nan Fengmian's words, Lu Jing nodded gently, and then he suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Although the law of Dafu is heavy, it is not the heaviest."

Nan Fengmian was startled suddenly, and the Xinggu Zhenren on his waist also made a sound, as if it was aroused by his mood.

Lu Jing looked up at the stars in the sky, but saw that the official star was looming at this moment and was about to disappear.

"Almost everyone thinks that I killed Li Yushi on impulse, that I did something terrible, and that I had a narrow escape from death.

They think that I am a commoner, and if I had some sense in me, I could still protect myself when I met the Seventh Prince, Li Guanlong, and Duke Chu. But now I have violated the Great Fu Law, which was specially formulated for common people like me. The sense is upheld by the Seventh Prince's lineage, and I killed people by private punishment, so I will definitely die."

"But... why did everyone forget that in Taixuanjing, the Great Fu Law is not the most severe, and the guillotine forged by the law can sometimes be cut off even by a cultivator at the peak of the seventh rank.

But sometimes, it is not that sharp."

The Tianguan star in the sky has completely disappeared.

Lu Jing is still looking at the dark sky: "I am a commoner, so they killed me with the Great Fu Law, which was specially formulated for the princes and nobles to consolidate the cloud.

But I still have my own support...Brother Fengmian, I don't think I will die...Do you believe it?"

When Lu Jing said this, he looked directly at Nan Fengmian.

Nan Fengmian also looked at Lu Jing. After a few breaths, Nan Fengmian suddenly laughed and said to Nan Xuehu beside him: "What are you doing? Hurry up and pour the wine."

Nan Xuehu, who was originally reluctant, didn't know why, but at this moment, he hurriedly circulated his blood and energy. The hot blood and energy fell on the wine pot, and waves of heat and wine aroma came out of it.

He poured wine for Nan Fengmian and Lu Jing.

The two drank together.

Nan Fengmian looked sideways at the Taixuan Palace in the distance and said, "No wonder you want to go there."

"But... why do you think someone like the Saint King would speak for you?"

Lu Jing said, "The Saint King has the aura of swallowing the sky. He wants to sit high in the sky and become the emperor among the immortals!"

"Mr. Yu Bai went to the court to see him and wanted to take off the two swords, Sui Han and Songbai. The Saint King asked him to wear the swords.

And I don't know how many people in Taixuan Capital say that I am the world's pride, but I have been bullied in the past few months. Since the Saint King has the ambition to swallow the sky, why doesn't he love talents?"

Lu Jing asked like this.

Nan Fengmian replied: "Although there are very few people with extraordinary talents in the world, there are not many who make the Saint King look at them sideways.

Moreover... there are countless strong people in the world. Although the talent for cultivation is important, there are also those who are dull in talent when they were young among those who are truly at the peak of their cultivation.

Lu Jing, if you think that with your talent, you can make the Saint King speak, I am afraid you think too simply."

Lu Jing shook his head: "If it is only about this kind of talent, I will naturally not take risks, and I will naturally not be impulsive..."

"But... people standing in the clouds think that I am just a commoner, so I will fight for an authority to show them, and to show those who are above the law.

Since the talent I have shown is not enough, then I will be stronger!"

Nan Fengmian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he also looked at Taixuanjing: "Tomorrow is the palace test... Tomorrow the Jingyin Mansion will open a case and come to arrest you... But you are already in Taixuan Palace?"

Lu Jing said no more, just smiled sincerely at Nan Fengmian, and continued to go to Taixuan Palace.

Nan Fengmian and Nan Xuehu looked at Lu Jing's back as he walked away, and stood where they were.

After a long time, Nan Xuehu suddenly said, "Even if he won the test, is Lu Jing so sure that he can make the Saint King issue the Heavenly Edict?"

Nan Fengmian watched Lu Jing disappear in the distance... Suddenly, he felt that there was a faint thunder surging in the blood circulation in Lu Jing's body!

"It's just tomorrow, let's wait and see... and we will know the result."

PS: I recommend a book by a good friend, "Becoming a Martial Saint in a Different World", there is a portal at the back.

Transition chapter, why do I write this chapter, because there are still readers who don't understand why Lu Jing wants to kill Li Yushi, always saying that Li Yushi shouldn't be killed, the protagonist can't stand it, saying that the protagonist is impulsive and has no brains, etc., here I will answer part of it.

As for opening the God's perspective, I think the Seventh Prince should sacrifice Li Yushi, sacrifice the Li family, and shouldn't be the enemy of the protagonist, I am too lazy to explain it, I hope everyone can find a book that suits their taste.

Also, I don't understand why the Seventh Prince must kill Lu Jing. I have written it seven or eight times and don't want to write it again.

Finally, I have mentioned the other struggles between the Seventh Prince and the Crown Prince four or five times through many people, but some people still think that the Seventh Prince only has a problem with Lu Jing and has not done anything else.

First of all, the visual is on the protagonist, and readers will of course see this level. I will not write in detail about the detailed struggle between the Seventh Prince and the Crown Prince. If I write it, will everyone like to read it? Just know that they are fighting.

That's all. Book friends who often read my replies to others should also see that I have a good temper. But sometimes I have written some questions seven or eight times, but some people still can't see the later chapters. I still feel deeply powerless to post long articles and mislead other readers.

I can only say that it is impossible for everyone to like a book. I wish everyone to read a good book that suits their appetite.