"Mo Blade, Ji Fengxian's matching blade." Ling Ying pinched a green multi-legged worm and said.
Ling Muzhong's face turned pale, but he stopped wailing. Thinking about it, this worm was the "Gu God" that Ling Muyi said.
"Ji Fengxian?" Ling Muyun and Ling Muyi said in unison.
"Mu Yun's mother was originally named Ji Fengxian. After marrying into the Ling family, she changed her name to Shuixian."
"Then what?" Ling Muyun knew very little about his mother's life experience. Hearing Ling Ying mention it now, he couldn't help but become curious.
From Laijiu's intermittent narration, we learned that Ling Hao brought back a woman of unknown origin for no apparent reason. She was not married to a matchmaker, and she was living in the Ling family in a confused manner.
According to convention, marriage between aristocratic families should be the norm. Aristocratic families pay attention to a well-matched family. How can a pheasant match a phoenix?
However, due to Ling Hao's stubbornness and the pressure of the Ling family, Ji Fengxian temporarily stayed with the Ling family as a concubine, but in fact she didn't even have an identity.
Ling Muyun's memory of his mother was still that of a haggard woman who used medicine to cook her meals. Even though she was a little doting on him, she still looked weak.
"Then? You and your father disappeared! I only know so much." Ling Ying shook her head helplessly.
"Oh!" I thought I could get some useful information, but I didn't expect to be overjoyed. Ling Muyun pursed his lips, looking slightly unhappy.
"Without Zhenqi, you don't naively think that you can block my third move with a knife, right?" Ling Muyi disrupted Ling Muyun's thoughts at an inappropriate time.
The disregard for Ling Muyun comes from the heart in the Ling family. No one cares about what he is doing or how he feels.
Ling Muyun, who had long been used to it, took a deep breath, suppressed the sadness in his heart, and returned to his usual careless self: "I told you, I'm going to stab you!"
"Hmph! Gu·Bone-attached!" Ling Muyi's Gu worms no longer attacked in a straight line, but came from all directions like locusts. The Gu worms that originally fell on the ground also began to squirm rapidly, densely packed through the soil, Rushing towards Ling Muyun.
Ling Muyun lowered the blade of the sword, closed his eyes tightly, and gathered his strength motionlessly.
When the Gu insect arrived, his eyes flashed and the ink blade in his hand moved along with the trend.
The speed was so fast that it was no longer possible to tell where the blade was and where Ling Muyun was. There were only shadows in the sky and the sound of clanking collisions.
The situation suddenly changed, dazzling the people around.
While everyone was still marveling, Ling Muyi's left shoulder felt a bone-chilling pain.
When he looked away, the air seemed to freeze and everyone held their breath.
The corpses of Gu worms all over the ground were disgusting, but the shock brought by Ling Muyun was so unbelievable.
"Practice the Shenfa chapter to a complete level, then apply it to the sword technique. Hey, you can teach me!" I don't know if this sigh is Ling Ying's regret or regret.
As the ink blade slowly pulled away from Ling Muyi's body, bright red blood flowed along the blade.
Ling Muyun suddenly said: "I'll stab you in the back!"
"Oh, you didn't finish what you just said." Ling Muyi was a little angry, holding the ink blade in one hand and pulling it out with force.
Blood spurted out, Ling Muyi smiled miserably, and fell straight to the ground, with a trace of clarity in his eyes.
"There is no shame in losing to my family."
Everyone said that the eldest son of the Ling family was ugly, but no one said that the eldest son was petty.
"You are so cruel and ruthless at such a young age. It seems that I cannot keep you!" Ling Muyi has parents after all. Seeing that his son was stabbed and his life or death was unknown, Ling Zheng flew forward and helped Ling Muyi up with one hand and the other hand. , the thunder light turned into a ball and made a sharp sound.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"The younger one is the younger one, the older one is here, Ling Zheng, I'm going to poke a hole in you too." Ling Muyun gasped and pointed the tip of the knife at Ling Zheng again: "This is the second time you have tried to kill me. Bar?"
"I have no respect for you!" Ling Zheng casually threw out a ball of lightning and attacked Ling Muyun.
"What is this!" If it was just a simple lightning technique, it would not be surprising, but this ball of lightning could jump left and right, and Ling Muyun could not guess its real attack point for a while.
Not to mention that Ling Muyun has never seen this kind of thunder technique. Looking at the thunder techniques that Ling Hao passed on to him, plus the parts that he has not yet understood, there is no description of this technique: "It seems that I have to find an opportunity to get it." The complete version of "Grand Master's Thunderous Dharma"!"
"That's enough!" Ling Muyun's performance was surprising. It can be said that he is the most talented Ling clan member among the three generations.
But based on this alone, it is impossible to accept the "Thunder Strike" technique of Ling Zheng, who has been immersed in thunder magic for half his life. What's more, Ling Zheng practices the "Grand Master's Thunder Method" that has not been deleted or omitted.
Ling Zheng stepped between the two of them, caught the thunder with his bare hands, and crushed it gently: "Isn't it chaotic enough? Mu Yun, you go back first."
Now is not the time to show off your strength. The situation is stronger than the person.
Cautiously putting away the ink blade and carrying it on his back, Ling Muyun turned around, suddenly stopped, and grinned as if he had forgotten his instructions: "Remember, Ling Zheng, I am going to poke a hole in you."
After saying that, he walked out of the Heyue Hall courtyard without looking back.
At this moment, no one could say that he was arrogant anymore. Among the juniors, he had the capital to be arrogant.
Ling Muyun didn't know the sighs in the lobby, just like the many regrets and jealousies, he didn't care.
"Young master, this is so cool!" Lai Jiuyi limped behind Ling Muyun and praised him.
"That's right! Who is the young master? By the way, is there anyone following you?"
"No!"
"Are you sure?"
"Sure not!"
"Quick, carry me back!"
"Eh? Wasn't it quite impressive just now? It shocked the whole audience! Besides, I'm a lame person, so I'm afraid..."
"If you don't carry me, I'll fall to the ground! Damn, I'm losing my strength! My parents saved all these things, and I've used them all today."
"Didn't you say that Madam also taught you sword skills? I've never seen you use it."
"Didn't my mother also say that if the thunder method is not perfect, it should not be used."
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"Can you be a little more steady? It's going up and down." Ling Muyun said with disgust.
"I just want to be steady, but my legs are uneven! Just make do with it!"
The master and the servant jolted back to the courtyard like rocking horses.
Ling Muyun's strong energy collapsed the moment he entered the hospital, and he fell asleep heavily on Laijiu's shoulder.
"It's really not bad. He's not even a bit better than Ling Hao." Putting Ling Muyun on the bed, Laijiu took out a row of silver needles from the foot of the bed: "I wonder if Laijiu's skills have deteriorated? In two years, I'm afraid he won't even be able to distinguish acupuncture points. Clear!"
The tranquility of the small courtyard was in sharp contrast to He Yuetang. Ling Ying wanted to change his decision against all the opinions, but he saw in Ling Muyun the hope of the family's rise.
He even saw himself chatting and laughing with "Wang Xie Huanyu" in the court hall.
However, the people in the clan were surprisingly unanimous: no one agreed, especially Ling Fei, who actually threatened to break up the family.
The ones who are alive are geniuses, the ones who are dead are called corpses.
Just like the Jin Dynasty, there are less than one emerging force out of ten that can be supported.
Lingying was unable to resist the public opinion.
He had to compromise. Ling Fei was in charge of the family's business. At this time, the Ling family's decline was imminent and they could not withstand too many disturbances.
Mrs. Ling left, taking the old and the young with her. The queue was long and there was a lot of movement.
"Ling Muyun of the Ling clan temporarily acts as the head of the Ling clan in Dingbei City, and will live and die with Dingbei with three hundred guards."
The trick of covering one's ears and stealing the bell can only save some face for oneself. The eyes of the crowd are sharp, and the spitting words when they turned around said everything.
If Ling Ying knew that the last possessions of the Ling family were robbed by the remaining three hundred soldiers who were famous for their loyalty, and even the large gilt characters on the wall were cut off, I wonder what he would think.
Dingbeicheng has been desolate since the Ling family left.
Robbery, theft, and bullying of men and women are happening all the time. Even the two gilded characters "Ling Mansion" have been torn down by evildoers and covered with gold paint.
The small courtyard is the last pure land of the Ling family and the last face of the Ling family in Dingbei.
Three days ago, what Ling Muyun left behind was not only exclamation, but also a lingering power.
When he really woke up, it was already the afternoon of the third day.
