Jiacheng is divided into two temples, Wen and Wu. The Confucian Temple is located in the east and the Wu Temple is located in the south.

The Confucian Temple was bustling with people, and a group of disciples from Yingtian Academy settled at the inn not far from here.

Chu Xiuming stood in front of the railing, looking towards the east, the long sword at his waist buzzing. There was a scholar in white standing beside Chu Xiuming. He was the third son of the Minister of Civil Affairs.

Han Rui said respectfully: "Sage, I have asked all the disciples to prepare all the matters for the sacrifice. After paying homage to the Confucian Temple, you can enter the Wen Dao relics."

Chu Xiuming waved his hand and said: "Let them stop what they are doing and come to me. Today there is a big change. Perhaps in the history books, this will start a wave of disputes for decades to come."

What's the matter? To be praised by his uncle like this! Han Rui was shocked. He was about to ask Chu Xiuming about the reason, but as soon as he lowered his eyebrows and raised his head, Chu Xiuming was no longer on the corridor.

Chu Xiuming stood up from the railing and jumped directly from the second floor. At the street entrance a little further away, a four-passenger car drove slowly.

The carriage was very slow, and it was a laborious task to control four horses with one whip. Even though Xin Yi used all his strength, the horses reluctantly moved forward two steps.

Lu Xing and Chu Chu were not on the carriage, but walking at the front of the carriage one after the other. The younger one was dressed in white, and the older one was in black.

"Third uncle, are you training Xin Yi? I never asked, what is it about this idiot that attracts your attention?"

"Your Majesty, do you really want to know?" A smile appeared on Chu Chu's face, his eyes fell on the carriage, and he said: "The two girls inside the carriage cannot listen, otherwise, I would be afraid that the young master would be embarrassed."

Lu Xing raised his eyebrows. Xiao Yu did not get up from the bed. Liu Danyang was guarding Zhao Nanxuan. Wei Ying insisted on following. Thinking of Wei Ying playing the piano yesterday, he did not stop him. The remaining girl was Qi Muliu.

The beautiful maidservant, according to herself, her name is Li Rui.

"Let's talk about it. We're going to have a fight. It's hard to hold it in."

Chu Chu was also unambiguous and said: "Your Majesty, do you still remember the first time you met Miss Wei Ying? At that time, Your Majesty raised your head and saw that Miss Wei Ying was so beautiful that the whole hall was filled with elegant guests and wealthy businessmen who couldn't take their eyes away.

, Xin Yi was the only one who was not disturbed by it, and just said..."

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

"Uncle Chu has said before, pink skulls, beauty brings disaster, Ying does not want to be such a person."

In the carriage, Wei Ying's eyes were filled with sorrow, and a jade hand fell on her lap. She looked at the silent Li Rui next to her, and her eyebrows tightened.

Born as a beauty, she is in a low position and has no chance to enjoy all kinds of honors, but she has to suffer all the misfortunes that beauty brings.

Bereaved of a brother or a husband, alone, wandering like Ping Ping.

Yesterday, Li Rui's words, "I harmed my brother, he deserves an afterlife," spoke to Wei Yin's heart: Maybe, I killed my former husband.

As sad as Li Rui, crying like Wei Ying, beauties have had a bad life since ancient times.

"Miss Wei, don't feel inferior. With your appearance, you will definitely be worthy of the prince. Just wait until the wedding day, don't forget me, a matchmaker."

But his verbal skills are very smooth.

"This guy -" Lu Xing had a dark look on his face. If he hadn't been on the street, he would have given this fool a hard time. He would also be punished by not being able to drink alcohol or eat meat for a day. No, don't say that.

Three days of fine.

Chu Chu smiled and said nothing. What he liked was Xin Yi's naivety. Besides, our heir apparent will rule the entire Northland in the future. What's the point of marrying more beautiful girls? The courtyard of Prince Xuejin's Mansion

It is empty. Two generations of Northland kings failed to leave any heirs. It is urgent to revitalize the Northland.

In the carriage, Wei Ying pursed her lips and said nothing. She couldn't accept the words of a fool like Xin Yi. Even if she wanted to marry Lu Xing, she couldn't hastily agree after just knowing each other for a few days. She was not a young lady in the boudoir. She was married at the age of sixteen.

A man was buried at the age of sixteen and had lived for three years in the disaster and the infamy of Ke Fu. Wei Ying, who was only nineteen years old, had already been riddled with wounds in her heart, so she thought about everything more thoughtfully than others.

"Ying, if you are happy, then get married..." Li Rui was wearing a red dress and holding a roll of red satin in her hand. This dress was what she had been asking for.

There was a little more sparkle in her eyes, and she looked directly at Wei Ying's sorrowful gaze and said, "I have never been married. When I was a child, I heard an old man say that getting married is the most important thing in a woman's life."

Wei Ying's eyes flashed slightly. After getting on the carriage, this was the first time Li Rui spoke. Even yesterday, she spoke very little. She was alone in a daze most of the time.

"I was sold to a brothel by my father when I was fifteen, and I worked as a maid for a year. I used my tricks to win over a wealthy businessman, and I became a top star from then on. My younger brother also came to look for me at that time. He said that his parents were dead, and he

I was the only relative in the world. When my heart softened, I let him stay, and even gave him all my personal money."

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

"My younger brother became a gambler. He lost all my money and owed me a lot of debt. Because of this, the madam's attitude towards me suddenly changed. He asked me to accept many customers every day, even when I was menstruating...

"

"Until one month ago, Qi Mu came to Jiacheng. He took a fancy to me and killed all the people who bullied me and arrested my younger brother. Later, Qi Mu told me that it was my younger brother's idea to make me pick up guests like crazy.

My younger brother told the madam that I have a terminal illness and I don’t have much time left.”

"Qi Mu killed my brother, but I don't hate him, I hate myself. If my face was uglier, my body was rougher, and I had the strength to help the family, my father wouldn't have to sell me. If I didn't have sex

If you give your brother so much money, he will not become a gambler."

Wei Ying watched silently, listening carefully to every word Li Rui said, with sadness on her eyebrows.

"I don't have a surname. The name Li Rui was given by Qi Mu. I didn't dare to ask him why..." This was Li Rui's last sentence, and then she lowered her head in silence, holding the hand on her knee firmly.

Red satin.

Wei Ying didn't bother her, but she had one more thought in her mind: If I wear new clothes, will I be more beautiful than that time?

Outside, the carriage arrived at the edge of Wendao ruins, and from a distance they saw Chu Xiuming standing by the road. His scholarly look stood out among the crowd.

Several bold merchants recognized Lu Xing's identity and shouted, "Your Majesty, are you also here to participate in the audition for Wen Dao Relics?"

"If the Crown Prince participates in person, it will be an honor for us and other onlookers to be famous throughout the world for this trial!"

However, the carriage showed no intention of stopping. Xin Yi still drove the horse hard, but at a slower speed.

Lu Xing stopped three steps before Chu Xiuming, smiled and said, "Mr. Chu, thank you very much for lending me the sword yesterday."

"It doesn't matter," Chu Xiuming shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand to untie the long sword from his waist, and said, "I found this sword from a historical site. I have never been given face. The prince's sword spirit is very appetizing to it."

Chu Xiuming took out the sword from its sheath, and gently stroked the blade with the fingers of his left hand. The sword trembled like a roar.

"Perhaps I have a weak temper and raised it as a literary sword, but I forgot that it was originally a vicious sword. The sword spirit chooses its master. Is the prince willing to be its third-generation master?" General Chu Xiu Ming

The long sword was pushed forward, and the sword energy rose up without a master, surrounding him and lingering for a long time.

Gifting a sword? Lu Xing was a little unexpected. Swords are precious, and those with sword spirits are rare. Chu Xiuming even used his own awe-inspiring energy to nourish the sword, and converted three-thirds of the sword breath into literary energy. Just looking at Chu Xiuming

The meaning seems to be a sincere gift of the sword.

Lu Xing was not so pretentious. He stretched out his right hand to hold the hilt of the sword. The long sword trembled. The sword energy was about to overflow, but was suppressed by Lu Xing's sword intention. The sword energy surrounding Chu Xiuming was finally

dissipate.

Both Chu Xiuming and Lu Xing knew that Sword Spirit recognized his master.

"Does this sword have a name?" Lu Xing asked.

Chu Xiu showed relief on his face and said: "Of course there is a name - ancient temple."

"Okay, Master, I have written down the gift of the sword today. If one day you want to come to my north, I will go ten miles out of Xuejin City to welcome you..." Lu Xing held his hands in front of him, pointed the sword downward, and bowed in salute.

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Chu Xiuming also bowed down to pay homage to the prince and bid farewell to the ancient temple.

"Hey!" Xin Yi was so angry at the four fierce horses that he was even more temperamental than himself. He grunted and lowered his whip, and the horse finally moved a little faster.

"Your Majesty, let's go. When you return, if your Majesty still has some strength left, please come to the Wen Dao Relics. I will leave a place for you."

Lu Xing said nothing and started walking again. As the carriage went farther and farther, there were countless merchants and scholars behind him. They were either shocked, expressing their dissatisfaction, or expressing pity...

Holding the ancient temple firmly in his hand, Lu Xing turned his mind to the Niwan Palace on the Lingtai. A small sword made of ice crystals occupied the center. This was the natal sword energy left by his eldest sister Lu Shuang on him.

Warp away evil spirits, ward off demons, understand reason and keep the mind.

When necessary, you can activate your natal sword energy. This sword can achieve 10% of the power of the eighth level of martial arts - the Heaven-Slaying Man.

Lu Xing mobilized his natal sword energy, and a strong will to resist came from it. After three years of meditation in Longhu Mountain, the sword energy gave birth to spiritual wisdom. It believed that Lu Xing was not in a life-or-death crisis at this moment, and there was no need to give up.

Consumption.

Since early this morning, Lu Xing has been trying to mobilize his natal sword energy. They have been in a stalemate all morning, and the sword energy refuses to step out of the Niwan Palace. A quarter of an hour ago, Lu Xing would have been unable to use it, but now he has the ancient temple as his weapon.

Carrier, who is talking nonsense to Yi Jianqi?

A whole body of sword intent gathered in Niwan Palace and turned into a false villain standing in front of the natal sword energy. Lu Xing controlled the illusory villain and pushed forward, his head like the edge of a sword, causing the natal sword energy to deviate from the center. Then

, the vain villain grabbed his natal sword energy, bit the hilt with his teeth, and dragged him outside Niwan Palace.

Lu Xing was not going to waste time with it. He threw his natal sword energy into the ancient temple with a thought. The vain villain turned into a cage and trapped it. The sword spirit of the ancient temple also ran over to help and moved out the firewood that had been hidden for hundreds of years.

He kept throwing it under his natal sword energy. The sword spirit rubbed his little hands and threw a ball of spiritual fire into the firewood.

"Master, master, quickly turn on the firewood, and the strong sword energy will melt quickly..." The voice was soft and soft, like a girl's.

Lu Xing frowned as he listened to the ancient temple sword spirit's words: You bastard, it's really burning along with my sword spirit, isn't it?
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