Xishan Domain, Dingbeicheng.
In the turbulent Jin Dynasty, the Dingbei Ling family considered themselves to be a worthy family, especially in the Xishan region, where they were above the royal power.
Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "a dynasty with flowing water is a family with strong iron foundation." Regardless of the change of dynasties or the rebellion of feudal lords, which new master cannot rely on the power of aristocratic families?
However, the Ling family, which had remained motionless for thousands of years, was now in chaos like a vegetable market.
Inside the Harmony Hall.
The Ling family's immediate relatives have already arrived. The speaker, Ling Ying, is sitting upright, but her head is more than a circle bigger.
Sima Wei, the king of the northwest, was colluding with Jie Han under the guise of being the Qing lord, and soon they went to Dingbei City.
He was usually very righteous, but when it came to the life and death of the family, there was a lot of pushback in the hall.
"It's a foregone conclusion that the whole family will move. Keeping people in Dingbeicheng is just a fig leaf for the Ling family."
"Whoever stays here will be dead. Ling and Zhang Guiren are only wearing the same pair of trousers. Isn't it Zhang Guiren who is Sima Wei Qing's?"
"With a century-old plan, who's contribution is small? According to me, no one needs to be left behind!"
"Then Ling's backbone would have been broken in the Jin Dynasty!"
The argument was so intense that in the final analysis, no one was willing to stay in Dingbeicheng and die in vain for the sake of the family's face.
"Let Ling Muyun stay!" The person who spoke was Ling Muyun's half-sister Ling Muyu.
Her words were like a beam of light in the darkness, pushing the almost forgotten Ling Muyun to the forefront.
"Yes, his surname is Ling, so why can he stay out of it?"
"On weekdays, he either listens to music or fights. The Ling family wipes his butt a lot."
"That's right! It's about cultivation but not cultivation, it's about strategy but not strategy, and the monthly salary is a lot!"
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Ling Muyun, who was crossing his legs and humming a country tune, was holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, stretching his neck and looking out of the small courtyard with interest.
"Lame nine, lame nine!" Ling Muyun called to his "only" servant.
"Come on, come on, young master, you also know that my legs are not up to par..."
The original name of Laijiu is unknown, but every time he takes nine steps, he can't help but step up his foot. Otherwise, his right leg, which is already shorter, will not be able to keep up with the pace of his left foot, and he will become Laijiu. "Elegant name".
"What are you doing outside the hospital, so busy?"
"Oh! It's said that Gou Lianjie, the king of the northwest, is rebelling and will attack Dingbei City soon! No, he is preparing to move."
"The Dingbei Ling clan was so frightened by foreigners, tsk tsk!" Ling Muyun muttered, "It's a pity that Poppy just looked at her."
Lai Jiu was speechless. He also picked a piece of dogtail grass in the small courtyard and put it in his mouth. He stood silently next to Ling Muyun, with one shoulder high and the other low.
But not long after watching the play, Jia Jia, the son of the Ling family's chief steward, trotted closer to the courtyard: "Ling..." Before Mu Yun could even blurt out the word, he swallowed it back: "Master, Mr. Zun Da I have ordered you to discuss matters with Yuetang."
Seeing Ling Muyun's suddenly gloomy face, Jia Jia curled her lips and said, "Anyway, the news has arrived. It's up to you whether to go or not. Don't blame me for cutting off your monthly salary."
After saying that, he ran back without looking back, for fear that he would anger Ling Ying if he returned late.
Seeing Ling Muyun standing still, Laijiu took a step forward and said, "Sir, it doesn't matter if you don't have a monthly salary, braised pork or not. The pleasure of listening to music on the fence will be cut off."
"Promise!" Ling Muyun came back to his senses and did not hide his disdain: "Will it be my turn for good things to happen? I can tell with my toes that this is the fucking Hongmen Banquet!"
Ling Muyun paused for a moment and continued: "Besides, even if I go, will Jia Yu deduct my monthly salary? Day by day, you only know how to listen to music, and you will stare at the breasts of that half-old lady. "
"Jia Yu" is Ling Muyun's nickname for Jia Jia.
"Sir, when the poppy plays the piano, you don't even want to blink!" Lai Jiu whispered.
"You dare to talk back? When I come back, I will definitely kick your good leg off!"
After all, he couldn't bear the temptation of hanging on the railing and listening to the music. As Ling Muyun spoke, he moved towards the direction of Heyue Hall. The dog's tail grass in his mouth was rising and falling, which was incompatible with the high gate courtyard.
When Ling Muyun crossed the courtyard and walked into the inner hall, everyone paid attention and saluted. Although he looked very friendly, the smell of conspiracy in the air could be smelled when he left the courtyard.
Leaning against the door with his arms folded, Ling Muyun was still chewing on the dog's tail grass as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Mu Yun is here! We are discussing important family matters. As a member of the family, you should have unshirkable responsibilities. I believe you already know something about it. The family is prepared..."
The impression of Ling Muyun was more about the name on the monthly salary slip. At this time, seeing Ling Muyun acting like a fool, Ling Ying felt unhappy.
However, Ling Ying's deliberately pleasant expression gave Ling Muyun goosebumps all over her body.
"Come on, Ling Ying, have you ever seen a cat crying over a mouse? Just say what you have to say and stop wearing high hats!" Ling Muyun's lazy voice and deliberately drawn-out tone made Ling Ying's unfounded guilt disappear. Nothing left.
"How presumptuous! Did you call me grandpa by his first name?"
"No matter how big or small, there are no rules or rules. If it weren't for this Heyue Hall, he would have to be taken care of according to his family's rules!"
The indignant voices in the lobby sounded like they were sharing the same hatred with the enemy, especially Ling Muyu, who was so indignant that his chest rose and fell like the old lady in the hook bar.
"Ling Muyu, no matter how hard you lick him, in their eyes, my father is just a criminal who colludes with other races. The circles are different, so there is no need to force him to integrate." Ling Muyun's words were full of ridicule.
"Ling Muyun, I've long disliked you. If my uncle hadn't stopped me, I would have shown you the power of Ling's thunder skills!" Before Ling Muyu could refute, Ling Muzhong, the more out-of-the-box younger member of the Ling family, was the first to intervene.
"Ha, haha. It's not that I look down on you, Ling Muzhong, except for showing off your power on a woman's belly, when did you have such a spirit?"
Ling Muyun spoke unforgivingly: "Do you want me to change what Ling Ying arranges next for you? You really don't forget to eat but not to fight!"
Ling Muzhong was speechless for a moment, and his face was as suffocated as a pig's liver. In terms of cultivation, he probably couldn't kill a bird with his meager thunder skills, and the "good thing" that he and Yuetang hit it off with was no different than a scapegoat.
What's more, not long ago, Ling Muyun's unsystematic set of king's eight punches made him suffer enough.
"Since Brother Mu Yun is so confident, as an older brother, I would like to learn a few lessons." A man stood up from the side seat, with a hooked nose and sinister eyes. He was Ling Muyi, the recognized leader among the younger generation of the Ling family, a master of surgical skills. Unpredictable.
Ling Ying, who was sitting in the seat, was indeed a little unhappy when her name was called by a junior. At this time, she closed her eyes slightly and remained calm, apparently acquiescing to Ling Muyi's words.
This gave Ling Muyi great encouragement: "What? Don't you dare? Are you afraid that you are not a duck, and you only have a tough mouth?"
"Are you afraid?" Even so, Ling Muyun stopped being contemptuous in his heart.
Ling Muyi's reputation is not very good.
Of course, it's not that he did anything evil, it's just because of his appearance that he really couldn't get much publicity in the Jin Dynasty where appearance meant reputation.
But his cultivation and strategy are recognized as the best among Ling's juniors.
"Ling Muyun, do you want me to beg you for mercy now? Although you are a concubine, if your mouth is smashed, my reputation will be lost." Ling Muyu looked gloating, how could he mean to beg for mercy at all?
"I have always heard that you are good at ventriloquism, and you are particularly good at playing the flute. How can you be famous for that?! Speaking of which, don't tell the world that you and I have the same father. I can't afford to embarrass that person."
After saying this, Ling Muyun didn't forget to spit.
"You..." Ling Muyu was so angry that he almost lost his breath, but after a second thought, he suddenly laughed again: "Sure enough, he is just like the goblin. I'm afraid his father didn't defect, but he was also bewitched by the goblin!"
"Whoa!" Ling Muyu just finished her words when a figure flashed in front of her with the sound of thunder. Before she could react, Ling Muyun's right hand grabbed her neck and slowly lifted her up.
The crackling thunder and lightning circled Ling Muyun's arm, coupled with the cannibalistic expression, it was really scary.
"Lefa! How is it possible?"
"I've never heard of him practicing cultivation. Doesn't he just sit around and do nothing all day long?"
"Who taught it? Could it be that you were stealing lessons? That's a serious crime!"
"Pa!" A crisp slap interrupted the surrounding discussions. Ling Muyun threw Ling Muyu to the ground like a snot, and said fiercely: "If you dare to speak rudely to my mother again, the one who will be beaten to pieces next time will not be yours. Mouth."
Obviously, Ling Muyu had violated a taboo and wanted to say something more forceful, but his face, which was swollen by the thunder and lightning, was not only in burning pain, but also numb, and he could only let his mouth drool, looking aggrieved.
But this won't win Ling Muyun any sympathy.
Normally, Ling Muyun didn't take it seriously that he was domineering and harsh, but today, he violated Ling Muyun's taboo.
