Ling Muyun strode out of the inner hall and when he came to the courtyard, Ling Muyi had already prepared his posture.
Seeing Ling Muyun coming out, he asked curiously: "How did you learn Ling's Thunder Technique?"
"My father's surname is Ling."
As soon as these words came out, the doubts in the junior's heart were cleared again.
Normally, I disdain to associate with him, so I naturally know very little about him.
The only thing that has a slight overlap is that every time they cause trouble, they always do the same thing as Wang Ba Quan.
Is there any sign of practice?
Deep down, he looked down on Ling Muyun, who was not even a concubine, but his surname was Ling.
Ling Muyun's father, Ling Hao, was highly accomplished in the art of thunder. He once chased Feng Shayan, the number one on the wanted list, for thousands of miles, leaving a great reputation in the desert.
So, as a descendant of the Ling family, it is understandable that he knows some thunder skills.
But these words caused an uproar in the minds of Ling Ying and other older generations: Ling Muyun was only four years old when Ling Hao disappeared. As a concubine, he lived in the smallest courtyard and received the smallest monthly salary. In ordinary life, Jia Jia deducted, Ling Ying and others also chose to turn a blind eye.
The whole family moved away from the land of right and wrong, and it was Ling Muyun who was abandoned.
Who told him that he didn't even have a back-up?
In the Ling clan, Ling Muyun's status was not even comparable to that of the chief steward's son.
But it was such an uncared-for wild child who learned the art of thunder!
You must know that during the thousand-year bloody battle, Ling Tianjun plowed the ground with red thunder, and when the aliens and Xishan assimilated the powder, it was the "Grand Master's Thunder Method".
Thousands of years have passed, and among the current Ling family, very few people can practice the thunder chapter of "Grand Master's Thunder Law". The thunder chapter is extremely obscure and difficult to understand, and no one has been able to understand it since Ling Tianjun.
Even so, the Ling family has firmly occupied a place in the northwest of Dajin, even if Dajin is only Dajin in name.
In Ling Ying's view, Ling Muyun's talent and understanding have surpassed all the juniors present. If coupled with this forbearance, maybe...
For the first time, Ling Ying looked squarely at this grandson whom she had never cared about: under his slovenly attire, he pretended to be cynical but could not hide his heroic look, especially his eyes, which were clear and wise.
Ling Ying felt a little regretful, wondering whether He Yuetang's decision was too abrupt.
"Ling Muyun, don't let me down!" Ling Muyi finished speaking, his hands glowing with green light: "As the eldest son of the Ling family, I am indeed a little ashamed that I have not learned the thunder technique, but there are so many techniques, why should I be rigid? Form. Technique·Duration.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the breeze was already blowing in his face like waves, and with it, there was a strange fragrance like heather.
"What is this?" Ling Muyun couldn't guess his opponent's tricks for a while, so he didn't dare to be careless. He temporarily held his breath, activated his true energy, and covered his whole body with lightning.
"It's a showdown! Now that you know that I use thunder, let me show you what I have gained recently. Palm thunder!"
A bolt of thunder and lightning as thick as a thumb came from the palm of his hand and headed straight for Ling Muyi.
"Thunder in the Palm!" After hearing these three words, Ling Ying's fingers almost dug into the palm of her hand.
The primary application of thunder method is to attach thunder to somewhere on the body. When fighting the enemy, the power of thunder and lightning will be blessed, which is like divine help.
But the thunder in the palm is different. In order to separate the thunder and lightning from the body, in addition to being proficient in the control of Qi, one must also be able to achieve a certain level of application of thunder.
It can be said that the thunder in the palm has blocked most of the Ling family's juniors who want to practice thunder methods.
There are also a lot of juniors who can stuff eggs into their mouths. In this Jin Dynasty where "there are no poor families in the upper class and no noble families in the lower class", even a castrated version of Lei Fa will definitely cause the poor families to rush for it.
How many cultivation resources can ordinary people have? No matter the guidance.
But in that dilapidated and poor remote courtyard, a commoner used palm thunder!
"Insidious villain!"
"Practice secretly behind our backs!"
"Play pig eat tiger!"
The one who really had mixed feelings was Ling Muyu. If she knew that her cheap brother had such a profound knowledge of Lei Fa, there was really no need for her to go out of her way to curry favor with others.
The elder sister is more valuable than the younger brother, which is enough for her to gain a foothold in the Ling family.
The thunder from the palm of his hand fell in response, exploding a big crater on the ground. Ling Muyi had no time to avoid it. He was covered in dust, his hair stood up one by one, black smoke was emitting, and his face was twisted: "Jiejie, I'm really surprised. There is such a thing." I won’t be polite to you once you’ve reached your cultivation level. Technique: Soaking Bones.”
Ling Muyun was prepared for some earth-shattering changes, but now even the continuous breeze had disappeared, which surprised him very much.
He once thought that maybe Ling Muyi was not good at learning and his technique was not activated. He even thought that his brain was damaged by the thunder in his palm and he was talking nonsense.
But when he used his true energy again, he discovered something unusual.
The true Qi was in a state of chaos, and when it was forcibly mobilized, there was a bone-chilling pain.
"Did you find it? Haha, my technique is called miasma, which comes from Miao territory. Strictly speaking, it is witchcraft. The first form is like wind, infiltrating all things silently, and the second form is like miasma, unconsciously Miasma poison is activated in it, imprisoning the practitioner's true energy, making it unable to function and turning him into a mortal."
Cultivation, to say the least, is very simple. It is nothing more than cultivating true energy with exercises, using the true energy to activate the spells, and then using the spells to condense the true energy. The cycle repeats and complements each other.
For example, Ling Muyun used the thunder method to cultivate the first trace of true energy. When the true energy can circulate around the sky, he can use simple thunder methods.
Although the activation of magic is based on true energy, it relies on mysterious and mysterious understanding.
Ling Muyi looked at the astonished Ling Muyun with a proud look on his face: "Next, it's time to see the power of Lord Gu God, Gu·Bone Corrosion."
The green light in his palm turned into an arrow and shot towards Ling Muyun.
Unable to use his whole body's energy, Ling Muyun had to rely on instinct to dodge.
Little did he know that a green light was dodged by Ling Muyun, but it accidentally shot into Ling Muzhong's body.
In an instant, Ling Muzhong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The extreme cold disappeared in a flash, followed immediately by a sound like a slaughtered pig, rolling all over the ground.
Ling Muyun shuddered: "Ling Muyi, how can he be your brother from the same mother? He is really like the limbs of a centipede!"
"Hmph! Ling Muyun, don't call me brother when I'm rolling all over the floor! Gu·Qunyingluo."
Ling Muyi spread his fingers, and the green light on his fingertips was like raindrops, splashing towards Ling Muyun: "This time, I'll see how you hide!"
Although Ling Ying had already dodged to Ling Mu Zhong, using her true energy to force the Gu insects, the screams in her ears did not stop. Ling Mu Yun did not dare to neglect, and dodged a wave of "arrows" with an extremely indecent vicious dog pounce and roll. rain".
"Laijiu, if you don't throw the ink blade over, I'll tell you right here." Taking advantage of the opportunity to breathe, Ling Muyun shouted to Laijiu who was lying on the wall.
Without permission, a servant among servants like Lai Jiu was definitely not allowed to enter the Harmony Hall, but this rule did not affect him at all. He stood on the wall and watched with interest. When he heard Ling Muyun calling him, he threw the weapon over in panic. .
"Bang!" The weapon was thrown, but Lai Jiu fell to the ground.
It has to be said that this weapon-throwing ability is quite good, and the ink blade landed in Ling Muyun's hand impartially.
The black blade is more than three feet long, one and a half inches wide, the handle is one foot long, the whole body is dark, and the guard is marked with a Buddhist swastika.
Ling Muyun rolled to his feet, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, pointing the tip of the knife at Ling Muyi: "Let me tell you, the castrated thunder method is really unreliable! If only I had the complete book, I wouldn't be in such a mess!"
"Where did you get this weird knife? Why didn't I know?" Ling Muyi stopped attacking and asked.
The faint black light made him shiver unconsciously.
"That said, why should I tell you in advance? If you don't get stabbed by me later, I will show mercy." The corners of Ling Muyun's mouth raised, as if he was determined to stab him.
