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Chapter 857 [Seeking monthly ticket! ]

"Shh, keep your voice down. Don't talk nonsense when you are out."

"Kid, you know, we've already reached our destination. We've been holding it in all the way."

Madam Li seemed not to have heard and continued with a straight face:

"Also, you gave your name in the lobby of the inn yesterday, which was not a good thing. What if someone has ulterior motives? This is not Hebei. It's full of southern barbarians. They may not necessarily give face to our Fanyang Lu family. You, you always act impulsively, just like your father..."

Lu Jinghong held the sword, turned his face away, and said in a deep voice:
"If you just want to nag me, why don't you tell me earlier? I will go to Luoyang directly and let you nag me to your heart's content. Then I can come here by myself, and I won't have to travel all the way with you. You always dislike me anyway, so it's better to continue to live far away from each other like before. Anyway, we won't see each other every day like now, and it will be quiet..."

Madam Li raised her eyebrows:

"What nonsense are you talking about, you little brat? Aren't you afraid that the ancestors in the underground will hear you?"

Lu Jinghong lowered his head and said nothing.

No one, including someone behind a tree not far away, could have imagined that the mother and son, who had come to visit their ancestors and burn incense, would actually start quarreling in front of their ancestral grave in the wilderness.

Mrs. Li was not as calm as she was when outsiders were around.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

Madam Li took a deep breath, reached out to straighten the hem of her son's shirt, and said in a slightly softer tone:
"Okay, mother came with you, not only because she wanted to accompany you more, but also because she was afraid that you would act impulsively. The ancestral tomb is so far away, how can mother feel at ease if you come alone?"

Lu Jinghong raised his head and immediately retorted:

"I heard that my aunt also traveled to the south of the country alone to worship her ancestors. Why can't I do the same?"

Mrs. Li was silent for a while.

Lu Jinghong's tone was a bit aggressive:
"And the knife seller also said that this is the child's chance, not yours. You came along to worship the ancestors and treated me like a baby. You might even ruin the child's fortune."

Mrs. Li hesitated for a moment:
"Don't worry, I won't ruin your luck. There are some things that I can't tell you for now, but I'm coming with you, it will definitely be good for you and not harmful.

"Also, mother can actually guess a little about the opportunity left by the knife seller, but I don't know whether this opportunity is a blessing or a curse for you."

The woman looked around, seemingly absent-minded.

Lu Jinghong turned around in confusion:
"What do you mean? Didn't the knife seller leave a message saying that if I go south to worship my ancestors and burn incense in front of their graves, I will get a great opportunity, be reborn, and see the best swordsmen in the world. After I return, can I lead my Fanyang Lu family to revive and prosper?

"Isn't this a blessing? Could it be that this man who sold the knife on credit has something else to hide?"

Madam Li stared at him for a while:
"It's not that easy to make the Fanyang Lu Clan prosperous. Your father didn't do it, and your rebellious and willful aunt didn't do it either. She even nearly dragged the Fanyang Lu Clan into an irretrievable situation... Do you know how much the price was?"

Lu Jinghong nodded and said confidently:

"It's very simple. I, Lu Jinghong, have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. I also want to learn swordsmanship like my aunt and be even better. When the time comes, I will return to Hebei and see who dares to look down on us. I will go to your house with a sword in hand and try to reason with you. But I won't reason like my father and uncle do. They are too rigid in reasoning. It's useless to just read the books of sages. You still have to have a sword in your hand. This is the real truth."

Madam Li shook her head helplessly:
"True truth? Do you think you have a Ding sword? How dare you say that the sword in your hand is the true truth?"

"Mother has been staying at my grandfather's house in Luoyang for too long, that's why she is so old-fashioned and conservative. She still has those old-fashioned ideas."

Lu Jinghong raised his chin somewhat proudly:
"Besides, who said that the kid has no chance to get the Ding Sword? Maybe the great opportunity that the knife seller is talking about this time is a Ding Sword!"

Madam Li looked at her son for a while and sighed softly:
"Then you know that everything has a price. If you take the opportunity, you owe it to the knife seller. The greater the opportunity, the greater the debt. If the opportunity is really the Ding Sword, the knife seller will ask for even more."

Lu Jinghong frowned and said unhappily:

"It's not like the opportunity is delivered to your door. It's just some vague words, just like the fortune tellers and knife sellers. They are just businessmen, just like the money-grubbing merchants. Just give them whatever money they want."

Mrs. Li said calmly:

"Who says it's not a business, Jinghong? Seven out of ten things in this world are business, two out of ten are forced, and one out of ten is an entangled and complicated fate. These are the three types."

Lu Jinghong was a little absent-minded.

Mrs. Li suddenly said:

"If you insist on contacting the young maid at the inn yesterday, it will probably be a bad fate."

"I don't understand what mother means."

Lu Jinghong shook his head, his tone seemed to be somewhat indifferent:
"What do you mean by being stubborn? I just took a look. I am not the only one who saw it."

Madam Li smiled faintly: "You are very similar to your father, both of you are stubborn. Your father was like you when he met me."

Lu Jinghong was a little choked. He bent down to get the yellow paper, placed it in front of the grave, and lit it on fire.

Mrs. Li also squatted down to help, and took out three incense sticks from a small bag.

As she lowered her head to light the incense, she said lightly:
"Don't blame your mother for nagging you about matters between men and women. You should know that beautiful flowers cannot bloom on barren land. Use your brain and think carefully."

I don’t know whether Lu Jinghong heard it or not.

The mother and son became quiet and silently burned incense to worship their ancestors.

Not far away, behind an inconspicuous tree, Ouyang Rong came and went, listening quietly for a while.

He silently looked at the backs of the mother and son standing in front of the grave surrounded by smoke.

They had no spiritual energy cultivation, but Lu Jinghong had some skills as a cultivator, but they were not as good as Ouyang Rong, a seventh-grade cultivator.

After eavesdropping for a long time, Ouyang Rong didn't quite understand the man who sold knives on credit. It sounded like a fortune teller, but he roughly understood the meaning of the conversation between the mother and son.

However, Ouyang Rong's gaze passed over the figures of Madam Li and her son and fell on the three small mounds in front of them.

Ouyang Rong was not too interested in their opportunity, unless it was really the Ding Sword or the Sword Technique, or the Thunder Method that Ouyang Rong needed right now.

In addition, the opportunity that this mother and son are looking for should not conflict with the relics of Cui Hao that he is looking for.

If it was something else, Ouyang Rong wouldn't have much ill intention.

The main reason was that Mrs. Li was indeed generous and fair in giving money, and there was also another embarrassing reason.

If Ouyang Rong was really sure that the tomb in front was Lu Changgeng's, he would definitely dig up the ancestral grave.

They had just burned incense and paid tribute to their ancestors, but right after they left, their ancestral graves were dug up and their coffins opened. It was a bit like "hell" no matter how you think about it. The most important thing was that it was their descendants who led the way here themselves.

Ouyang Rong silently chanted "Amitabha" twice in his heart.

At this time, in front of the grave, Lu Jinghong changed his kneeling position, took a pot of wine, and poured it on one of the tombstones.

The wine washed away a lot of the dust on the tombstone, revealing the faded vermilion inscriptions on it.

Ouyang Rong tilted his head slightly, and with his sharp eyes, he saw the words "Lu Changgeng" faintly engraved on the tombstone on the left. In addition, there were a lot of epitaphs.

For descendants of such high-ranking families, even if they moved to other places and their family became impoverished, the specifications of their tombstones after death were strictly in accordance with Confucian etiquette and regulations, with their full names, pseudonyms, and dates of birth and death all on the tombstones.

After confirming that Lu Changgeng's tomb was among them, Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, turned sideways, and prepared to leave to wait for someone at the Ye Du fishing boat.

Anyway, the thing must be in the tomb. This mother and son would not dig up their own ancestral grave to look for an opportunity. That would be too filial.

Since Cui Hao's keepsake cannot escape and the location of the tomb has been determined, there is no need to stay for long.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong saw out of the corner of his eye that Madam Li stood up and solemnly handed three incense sticks to Lu Jinghong.

The latter's face also became serious. After taking the incense, he knelt down in front of the tomb and kowtowed loudly.

It is a grand ceremony of ancestor worship with three bows and nine kowtows.

Ouyang Rong remembered the advice given by the mother and son to sell knives on credit. He paused slightly and watched.

After bowing and worshipping, Lu Jinghong inserted three incense sticks in front of the tomb and finished the worship.

He looked around expectantly.

The woods were empty and a cool breeze blew gently.

The old locust tree behind the grave cast a shade over Lu Jinghong and his mother, and the leaves swayed in the cold wind, making a rustling sound.

The atmosphere was silent.

Lu Jinghong licked his lips and looked at his mother. Compared to him who was a little impatient, Madam Li was squatting gracefully, lowering her head to pick up the flying yellow paper and other things and stuffing them back into her bag.

When Ouyang Rong saw this scene, he was somewhat reminded of the state he was in after exchanging the first few blessings when he first discovered the Tower of Merit.

I am also looking forward to it so eagerly.

However, he does have a mysterious and wonderful tower of merit. Facts have proved that the blessings are indeed effective, and they are often realized in places he could not expect. The analysis at that time is also unexpected but reasonable, and he has to admit it.

But why did Lu Jinghong and his mother believe so firmly in the advice of that knife-selling man?

Coming from a prominent family like the Fanyang Lu family, he doesn't seem like a childish person. Although that Lu Jinghong looks a little bit immature, he probably isn't the real him.

Does this man who sells knives on credit have any background?
After peeking for a while quietly and seeing no movement over there, Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze.

Before leaving, he looked inward at the Merit Tower and saw no movement from the Blessing Bell.

Then we can roughly infer something. Either Lu Jinghong's opportunity is too small and the Merit Tower does not look down on it, or there is no way to intercept it, or there is no fate.

It's a pity that he had lost his saved 3,000 merits, Ouyang Rong muttered, turned around and just raised his foot, but suddenly he froze in place, raised his head abruptly, and looked towards the valley above.

It was a familiar cold and fierce sword energy.

Ouyang Rong’s first reaction was to escape. He quickly left the valley and planned to hide himself without even going to the fishing boat.

But just as he was about to hide, he suddenly remembered something, looked towards the other side of the valley, slowly stopped, and changed his mind...

At the same time, under the locust tree in front, the mother and son did not notice someone coming and going.

In front of the tombstone where incense was burning, Lu Jinghong looked around for a while, then turned back with a frown and asked:

"Mother, now that we have finished worshipping, where are we going now? Does the knife seller have any more messages?"

Mrs. Li shook her head, slung her small bag over her arm, lowered her head and began to straighten her dress.

Lu Jinghong hesitated to speak:

"Mother..."

Halfway through his speech, he widened his eyes and looked towards the cliff in the valley behind Madam Li.

A snow-white figure stood on it.

Upon closer inspection, they saw a tall, blonde Hu girl wearing ancient Wu clothing, looking down at them coldly.

Mrs. Li noticed the change in her son's expression, turned around and took a step back.

The candle in the snow fell to the ground as lightly as a leaf.

Mrs. Li and Lu Jinghong showed surprised expressions.

"You are..." Lu Jinghong seemed to remember something and was a little excited: "Are you Yunmeng Yuenu?"

Xue Zhongzhu ignored him and looked towards the tomb of Lu family where incense was lit.

Madam Li looked at the candle in the snow, then looked at the surrounding valleys. Several figures of Yue women flashed by, as if they surrounded the place.

She looked frightened and lowered her head slightly.

The candle in the snow asked coldly:

"What is your relationship with the Fanyang Lu family?"

Lu Jinghong stood in front of his mother and said with a dry mouth:
"I am Lu Jinghong, a descendant of the Fanyang Lu family. I have come here to pay respect to my ancestors. I have long heard of the great name of the Yunmeng Goddess. I have also heard that your clan is the leader in the sword arts of the world..."

Madam Li pushed her young and innocent son away and said:

"Blond hair...are you the Grand Lady?"

The candle in the snow looked at her coldly.

Mrs. Li lowered her head timidly, but her hand kept pulling something out from her sleeve, revealing a corner that seemed to be a piece of jewelry.

When Xue Zhongzhu saw this, he suddenly said coldly:
"She asked you to come?"

Mrs. Li looked around.

Xue Zhongzhu immediately turned around:
"Come with me."

Lu Jinghong subconsciously asked: "Where to?"

The candle in the snow walked silently into the depths of the white fog.

Seeing this, Lu Jinghong seemed to react and turned back abruptly to look at the ancestral grave where green smoke was rising.

The young man's face flushed and he hugged the sword tightly in his arms.

At this moment, he finally understood what this opportunity was.

Lu Jinghong grabbed Madam Li's sleeve and lowered his voice, but his excitement could not be concealed: "Mother, I am really going to learn peerless swordsmanship."

After putting away the jewelry, Mrs. Li glanced at her son and smiled:
"Look at you, you're so happy. Let's go."

Just then, a young Yue woman appeared and made a gesture to Xue Zhongzhu.

Xue Zhongzhu stopped and tilted his head to look towards the exit of the valley.

At the exit, there was a Vietnamese woman guarding the exit, and behind her stood a young man in monk's robes with his head lowered and a stiff and reserved look.

Xue Zhongzhu frowned slightly, as if recalling the name:
"Your name……"

The young man in monk's robes replied in a muffled voice: "Liu Aliang."

Xue Zhongzhu raised his eyes slightly and looked at him closely.

Before she could ask, Mrs. Li explained with an apologetic look:

"Excuse me, Lady. This is the boatman I hired. I didn't know Lady would show up. I should have let him go back. I don't know if I harmed him."

After that, her expression changed, and she waved her hand sternly at Ouyang Rong to drive him away:
"Hurry up and leave. Don't tell anyone about what happened today. Otherwise, I won't forgive you even if the goddess doesn't have to do anything."

Xue Zhongzhu suddenly turned around and led Yue Nu deeper into the valley, leaving behind a sentence:
"Let's go."

Madam Li and Lu Jinghong immediately followed obediently.

But after every few steps, they found that the dull boatman was following them.

When Lu Jinghong saw this, he smiled speechlessly.

He was too lazy to speak to such a stupid country boy.

Madam Li turned around and scolded with some dissatisfaction:
"Didn't I give you the money? Why are you so ignorant? The goddess is so generous. I am helping you, but you don't understand..."

But at this moment, the calm voice of Xue Zhongzhu came from the front, which instantly choked the mother and son:

"He's coming too."

Lu Jinghong looked somewhat puzzled.

Mrs. Li was stunned.

No more squeaking.

Ouyang Rong ignored him and walked forward with his head down. On the way, he glanced at Lu Changgeng's grave which was getting farther and farther away. He then quietly raised his head and looked forward. His gaze passed over Lu Jinghong and his son who were looking at each other in surprise, and fell on the back of Miss Zhishuang with her waist-length blonde hair.

Which one is the real blessing, or is it both?
So he is called...

Just rub it and it's in?

(End of this chapter)