"Comfortable!" Ling Muyun stretched out: "Lame Jiu!"
"Young master, are you awake?" Without waiting for Ling Muyun to ask, Laijiu gave an overview of what happened in the past three days, and then handed over a book wrapped in Shu brocade and half a box of jewelry: "The eldest master came here and asked me to hand over these. To the young master.”
Pulling open the brocade cloth, a copy of "Grand Master's Thunderbolt Zhengfa" exudes a simple atmosphere, like nothing else.
"Ling... the speaker's conscience found out?" Ling Muyun felt a little more fond of Ling Zheng and no longer called him by his first name.
"General outline: The method of thunder lies in tempering, enduring thousands of methods, and enduring thousands of difficulties..." This was the first time Ling Muyun saw that the method of thunder had a general outline!
Then he casually browsed the catalog and suddenly cursed: "Damn it, what I learned before cannot be described as castration! Not to mention that there is a thunder method after the thunder method. Even the thunder method is too far away!"
He flipped through the first few pages carefully and continued: "Fortunately, the chapter on Shenfa is complete, otherwise, I would definitely be in trouble that day!"
"Let me tell you, with such a simple thunder technique, how could Lord Ling Tian use thunder to wash the ground and flatten the Western Mountains?"
The more Ling Muyun read, the angrier he became, and he angrily turned to the end of the book. What do the blank pages at the end of the Basics, Shenfa, Thunder and Tingfa chapters mean?
"Is this still the castrated version?" Ling Muyun shook the book and did not find the mezzanine. He couldn't help but frown: "I have reason to suspect that the Grand Master himself is a pig-killer!"
"Why did the young master say this?" Laijiu listened briefly and then came to the bed, squinting at the "Grand Master's Thunderous Dharma" and thinking carefully.
"Look, the book is not even finished. The back is blank and there is no prompt!" Ling Muyun thrust the book into Laijiu's hands and lay down on the bed again with a "clang" sound.
Laijiu took the book and, like Ling Muyun, tossed it around again and again, flipping it over again. He found neither an interlayer nor a "miracle", so he couldn't help but scratch his head.
"Sir, what about us now?" Laijiu meant whether we should run away or not.
"Listen to the music on the hook! Buy a seat in front! I stood in the back every time I scratched my head. Now I have money!" Ling Muyun obviously had no intention of running away. He sat up, stuffed the book casually under the pillow, and To set off.
"Would you like a bowl of braised pork first?"
"Come out! There is a table in the front seat. Is there anything delicious? Order, order expensive!"
The poppy's dancing posture is still graceful, her voice is still haunting, and her eyes are still affectionate. Sitting in the front row, half of Ling Muyun's soul is taken away.
Laijiu was even more miserable. On the way back, Ling Muyun kept covering his face and shouting, "It's so embarrassing! It's so embarrassing!"
"You said you're just drooling, how can you do anything about it?"
"Sure enough, wild boars can't eat fine chaff!"
"You actually enjoyed those two big slaps! You're so mean!"
The next day.
Lai Jiu stood outside Ling Muyun's room and said softly: "Sir, the music has begun."
Ling Muyun has always been brooding about what happened yesterday, and is determined to never take Laijiu to Goulan to listen to music again. He really can't afford to lose that person.
Therefore, even though he knew that Lai Jiu had been wandering outside the room for a long time, Ling Muyun still stayed on the bed and refused to get up.
Until Laijiu couldn't help but feel itchy and reminded him.
"Let's go!" The moment Ling Muyun's clear voice came out of the room, a lewd smile appeared on Laijiu's face.
After all, Goulan was more interested in listening to the music, not to mention that it was not Ling Muyun who was slapped.
The small courtyard was lightly locked, and a notice written by Lai Jiuxin was posted on the door: Mr. Yun's small courtyard, anyone who breaks in without permission will be killed.
It has to be said that Laijiu's legs are lame, but his good calligraphy has really made Ling Muyun envious for a long time.
As for why the Ling family was still guarding this small courtyard when it was almost wiped out, Ling Muyun told Crip Jiu in a deep tone: He was afraid that his parents would not be able to find their home when they came back.
However, Laijiu never doubted the usefulness of this piece of paper. Not to mention that the rebel soldiers had fled the city. Which of the gangsters in Dingbeicheng didn't know Ling Muyun?
In their eyes, this guy was very vindictive, his tactics were shady, neither serious nor serious, and he even said a few sarcastic words after he was done.
In the market, if you say "Master Yun", who is not smart enough to deny you face?
Kicking away the "Ling Mansion" plaque that fell to the ground, the master and servant rushed to Goulan in a dusty state.
Sitting in the front seat, with four plates of snacks and a pot of good tea, and his fingers tapping the beat on his thigh, Ling Muyun thought that this was the day of the gods.
""This teacher Yan's work is just like Zhou's extravagant joy! "!"
The sudden sound from the table next door interrupted Ling Muyun's elegance, and he turned around to look at him: he looked strange, not like a person from the Xishan region, and his dress was deliberately simple, but it could not hide the delicate aura of wealth on his face.
"My dear friend, do what I say resonate with you?"
"I agree with you, uncle! The most disgusting thing is you, listening to a piece of music and then talking about it, what? The world is too big to contain your culture, why do you want to show off here?"
From the bottom of his heart, Ling Muyun despised these young masters from aristocratic families, and his voice was full of ridicule.
"I'm Lu Ji from the Lu family in Hengshan. Do you want to have a chat?" Lu Ji looked like a handsome young man.
The Jin Dynasty advocated aesthetics, like Lu Ji, who was noble and elegant, handsome and feminine. Wherever he went, there would be a group of crazy men and women chasing him asking for autographs.
"Just talk?" Aristocratic families and young talents gather together for fame, profit, or to show off. They talk about a topic and then praise each other, which is just talk.
Ling Muyun has always scoffed at this: "Pretending to moan is of no use to the world. Are you mentally ill?"
The Lu family in Hengshan was once known as Panjiang Luhai, "when two Lus enter Luo, the price of three will be reduced."
Decades ago, Lu Ji was defeated in Qilijian and his three tribes were annihilated. Fortunately, the son left behind in the dry well retained his bloodline.
In the past fifty years, two generations have worked hard to flourish and flourish. The young leaders of this generation took the name of "Lu Ji" and studied under the Shangqing sect.
Although he no longer writes articles or studies Confucianism, now the Lu family and the four major families of "Wang Xie Huanyu" will look down upon him.
Who told people to stop practicing academics and practice Taoism?
Lu Ji Yushan Lunjin, after feeling proud, looked like he was holding back: In this wild Dingbei City, he went out of his way to report to his house, but he was said to be mentally ill!
It is indeed an uncivilized place. No wonder the northwest king did not need to bring dry food when he rebelled. He imitated the barbarians' tricks of "two-legged sheep" and "rotten bones".
"I think we will meet again!" Lu Ji lost interest in listening to music and left his seat with his servant. Before leaving, he said something sinister.
Ling Muyun didn't take it seriously. There were many people in Dingbeicheng who said this. Who wasn't covered in sacks and beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen?
A beating from society is better than useless arguments.
He tapped the table with his hand and followed the beat: "Today's rocker girl has that flavor!"
"That's right! I have always believed in the master's taste!" The lame legs were even when he was sitting.
When the song ended and everyone dispersed, Ling Muyun hummed a minor tune with unfinished meaning, lamely following behind.
"I told you we would meet again."
Following the sound, who could it be if it wasn't Lu Ji?
"What's wrong with such a stupid thing? Does it have anything to do with whether you've said it before or not? You're clearly waiting for me, so why are you looking for trouble?" Ling Muyun was a little annoyed. As soon as he found the right tune, he was so disturbed that he forgot the lyrics.
"Since the young master is unwilling to talk, Lu wants to find another way to get to know the young master. You don't know the young master's name yet?"
One thing that Ling Muyun deserves to admire is that no matter how harsh or even unbearable his words are, Lu Ji's answers are always polite and his voice is quite magnetic, making people feel like spring breeze.
"Ling Muyun!"
"The Ling family in Dingbei has a thunderous weapon that shocked the heavens and made ghosts cry. They fought bloody battles for thousands of years. Everything has changed, but Ling Tianjun's majestic reputation is still as powerful as thunder." Lu Ji sighed while looking into the distance.
"I really can't say anything that is worthy of Yourong. You won't tell me that you are reminiscing about the past, right? Quick, draw a line, and I will continue!"
After saying that, Ling Muyun rolled up his sleeves and put on his street fighter attitude. Apparently he couldn't stand Lu Ji's pretentiousness.
