Yun Yiliang didn't see any movement, but the table was already broken into pieces, and countless wood stubbles turned into powder in mid-air, fluttering and falling at the man's feet. Even the green bird that was so comfortable just now was so startled that the whole room was flapping its wings.
"Lao Yun, be patient for a moment." The short man shouted in a deep voice, and there were several golden lights undulating in his palms. Just because he saw many blood-red lines on Yun Yiliang's face, he first said what he said in his heart. That is, don't get angry easily. Is it possible that you don't know your own body and bones?
Yun Yiliang held on to the seat and frowned fiercely. Only then did the lines on his face fade away. When it softened a little, he said hoarsely, "A secret source came to report that Yun Zhong was attacked at Wulingpo on the border between Qi and Yi. Originally, Thirty or forty people in the caravan were all dead. Fortunately, someone from Master Yun Zhong’s sect came to rescue them. Otherwise, they might have died together with the caravan. The original ones who made the figurines were the Qiling Zhang family."
The short man also frowned, "How come the Qi Lingzhang family has a relationship with your Yunzhong family? Is there an error in the secret information that confuses the matter?"
Yun Yiliang sat down slowly, his eyebrows still furrowed as he said, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. When his master and apprentice passed by Caixiantan earlier, I received a secret report saying that it was Zhang, the second son of Qilingzhang's family. Qing is dead, I guess this matter has something to do with that master Yunzhong."
"This is a bit difficult to handle," the short man sighed, "Although I have some connection with the Qi Ling Emperor, Master Yun Zhong was the one who took the initiative in this matter after all. Besides, the Qi Prime Minister acted in a subtle and secretive way during his reign. Even if I have no plans left and I am an expert in the city, if I want to take action against that Qi Prime Minister, I am still a little powerless. Besides, how can the master you, Yun Yiliang, agree with be an ordinary person? Leaving a young man who is no more than thirteen or fourteen years old to travel with the caravan? If something goes wrong. As a master, how can he have the face to accept the word master? "
After resting for a long time, Yun Yiliang's complexion turned from pale to rosy. At this moment, he waved and held the bird flying around in the military tent on his fingertips. He sighed softly, "It's not easy for everyone. I heard that Yun Zhong's The master was severely injured not long ago. First, he resisted the alluring cicada of Nanli Poison Lord at a low level, and then his vitality was injured by an unknown warrior. He was almost nailed to the cliff of Nangong Mountain. I'm afraid This is the reason why I left Yunzhong behind."
"I have indeed heard about the reputation of Master Yunzhong. Back then, he snatched away a Taoist disciple who had retired to the mountains and forests. However, I didn't expect that through his hands, he would actually take that person's extraordinary talent to the next level. , touched the threshold of the three realms in advance. Judging from this alone, this master should be good, how can I blame him. After many years away from home, I am afraid that Yunzhong does not recognize me as his father, and entrusts his heir to How can anyone else have the face to blame others?"
When the short man heard this, he remained silent. He stood up and patted Yun Yiliang's shoulder, letting out a long sigh.
Bei Yanze not only separates people for thousands of miles, but also separates yin and yang. This is just an ordinary thing in this marsh.
Looking at the thick fog outside the tent, Yun Yiliang said slowly, "One day I will find those monsters making trouble, and I will kill them with my own hands. As for the Zhang family, I have the right to write down this account, and wait for the day to come. When I have some free time, I will come to teach you."
"This is best." The short man nodded.
Trumpets were blown outside the military tent.
The waves in Beiyanze rolled up for no reason and pressed onto the embankment along with the thick fog.
The military camp was originally lifeless, but as soon as the trumpet sounded, countless people walked out of the military tent. Although they had different clothes and even different weapons in their hands, their eyes were full of determination.
The tide hits the shore, making shadows blurry.
The sound of trumpets continued.
Yun Yiliang clenched his fists, stepped out of the military tent in one step, faced the tide, raised his fists and hit it. The short man behind him even pulled out several rays of golden light from his palms and hit the tide in an instant.
Thousands of people died in Beiyanze, all of whom were monks.
As soon as the young man woke up, he felt that the sky was bright. He looked at the neatly packed bedding around him and knew that his senior brother had already gotten up early. When he glanced at the back of the carriage, he saw countless messy wine jars that had been thrown out of the car tent by his senior brother. Outside, the view from the car tent is extremely clear.
Yun Zhong immediately felt a little ashamed, and when he saw that the pear left last night had not moved, he felt even more embarrassed.
The two pears Liu Qing handed him yesterday were obviously not mortal objects. The young man was originally hit by two flying shuttles on his left and right shoulders during the fight between the Qi Ling soldiers. Although the young man had been poisoned by the Alluring Cicada poison, he was not embarrassed to deal with these residual poisons, but the poison on the shuttle extended to every part of his body. , it’s still a bit hard to suppress.
But after Yun Zhong swallowed the pear, the remaining poison that was circulating everywhere disappeared, and there was no longer any inconvenience. Even the superficial wounds on his body were healed as before. Only then did the young man realize that the pear was really not a mortal thing. .
Little did he know that his senior brother had carried the two pears all the way. Even though Yu Kong was traveling too fast and his clothes were damaged, Liu Qing never broke the skin of the pears.
"Junior brother, why don't we pack up and hit the road? Our master is on the top of the mountain, but he can't wait for a long time. Besides, your second senior brother's cooking skills are really hard to swallow. It's better to set off on the road earlier. Set aside some time to introduce some local customs and customs in Yi Zhang."
Yun Zhong walked out of the car tent and saw the tall scholar sitting cross-legged beside the ruins of the stone pavilion, closing his eyes and saying. The stone pavilion had obviously been destroyed by Liu Qing's formation yesterday, making it impossible to see the original appearance of the stone pavilion. However, Liu Qing sat cross-legged in the middle, which made people feel for no reason that this pile of broken stones was supposed to be an extremely quiet stone pavilion. .
Except for his master, Yun Zhong had only glimpsed this kind of strange perception in the old Taoist with gray hair and childish face.
The young man forgot what to say for a moment, and after a while he patted his head and said, "Senior Brother, I haven't practiced sword practice yet."
Senior Brother opened his eyes and smiled and said, "Let's practice then. There is an inn a few dozen miles away from Wulingpo. It's not too late for us to look for something to eat after we get there. It just so happens that Senior Brother also took this opportunity to take a look at you. How about schoolwork along the way.”
So outside the stone pavilion, the young man was practicing his sword, and the scholar was sitting cross-legged and watching.
The autumn wind is gentle and blowing down from Wuling Slope.
The stone pavilion is in ruins, and no great scholar has written any writings.
There is no magic weapon in the young man's hand, the long sword is only worth a small amount of money, and the clothes on his body have been worn for a long time and he has not yet been willing to change them.
The scholar did not read a book, but just sat cross-legged not far away. His clothes turned white after being washed, his cuffs were torn, and his clothes were in tatters.
However, the so-called Taoist charm is nothing more than this.
