"I have been ordered by my commander to come to Dingbeicheng to inquire about the rebellion. I didn't want to cause any trouble. However, seeing that my dear friend is eager to try, I really don't want to disturb the elegant mood, so why don't we stop?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stamped his right foot on the ground, and a gust of wind and waves enveloped him.
Lai Jiu saw that the situation was not good, so he stopped lame and trotted away from the place of right and wrong. Looking from a distance, there was Lu Ji's servant with him.
"Lame Jiu, you are so unloyal!" Ling Muyun was covered in thunder and lightning as he stared at Lu Ji.
"Zhen: Chunsheng!" Lu Ji waved his left hand, looking like an immortal.
At the same time, a row of wooden stakes stabbed out at Ling Muyun's feet.
Ling Muyun felt strange, tapped his toes, jumped up, and dodged the attack.
"Xun: Xia Chang!" Lu Ji waved his hand again, and the wooden stake broke through the ground, chasing Ling Muyun.
"Thunder in the Palm!" Rays of lightning poured out, blasting the chasing wooden piles into pieces.
"Kun: Autumn Harvest!" A smile appeared on Lu Ji's face, and his fingers slowly closed.
Broken wood chips were flying all over the sky, but at this moment, they were wrapped up towards Ling Muyun like rice dumplings.
Obviously, the thunder in the palm was no longer effective at this moment. Ling Muyun could only use the thunder method to form a thunder and lightning area around his body to resist the approaching debris.
However, when lightning strikes the wood chips, the wood chips become even finer and come back again, layer by layer, seemingly endless.
"Qian: Dongzang!" Lu Ji turned his palm over and pressed down.
The charcoal burnt by lightning appears black, while the unburnt charcoal appears red and white. It moves up and down like a yin-yang fish, sandwiching Ling Muyun wrapped in a rice dumpling.
Regardless of spring, summer, or autumn, Ling Muyun did not feel any other changes. Only in winter, he seemed to be in a world of ice and snow, and the bone-piercing cold wind made him shiver.
"In that case, then you try this from me! Five Thunder Order: Bathing Thunder!"
The move of "Bathing with Thunder" is a lose-lose style. With Ling Muyun as the center, everyone present will be attacked by thunder and lightning indiscriminately.
This style borrows the power of thunder and lightning between heaven and earth, rather than the thunder method practiced by oneself.
Therefore, even the person using it cannot accurately control its range.
"It's really troublesome!" Lu Ji showed a helpless look on his face: "No more fighting! Let's just fight each other, why are we risking our lives!"
After saying that, he tapped the ground with his left foot, and another wave of wind and waves came, and all the wood chips disappeared with the technique.
Apart from the scorched black spots on the ground, there was no trace of the fight.
"Don't fight?" Ling Muyun dispersed his true energy, looked at the dark clouds that suddenly appeared in the sky, and continued with lingering fear: "I have just realized this technique, and this posture looks quite intimidating!"
Last night, he read the Lei Dharma Chapter of "Grand Master's Thunder Zhengfa" and carefully studied it until late at night. Especially the Five Thunder Orders piqued his interest. Today he was able to test it and found such an effect. This made Ling Muyun somewhat unexpected: " I don’t know what surprises there will be later!”
"There is no clear winner, and it's always difficult to settle the situation. How about making a divination to see whether the martial arts discussion will be good or bad today, and save some energy?"
"Can it still be like this?" Ling Muyun looked at Lu Ji with confusion on his face.
Lu Ji didn't answer. He closed his eyes and muttered something in his mouth. His fingers counted more and more urgently, and his true energy condensed around him until even the smallest traces were visible.
"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted out. Lu Ji suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ling Muyun in surprise: "Impossible!"
"This is the first time I've seen a fortune teller spitting out two kilograms of blood! Are you afraid that you want to laugh my young master to death so that you can inherit the Ling family's poor yard?" Ling Muyun was no less surprised than Lu Ji.
A divination, calculation of victory or defeat, and blood spurting, it would be better to be beaten and vomit blood by oneself, and still be famous for a lifetime.
Lu Ji did not respond, but asked: "Dare you ask Mr. Ling, Ling Hao?"
"Father!"
"No wonder!" Lu Ji suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly: "To be honest, Mr. Ling, I once made a divination about the disappearance of your father's hall, and I also vomited two taels of blood, but got nothing."
Ling Muyun was somewhat resentful about the disappearance of his parents, especially since he spent his childhood in discrimination and bullying. This resentment was getting deeper and deeper.
As he grew older, Ling Muyun became more open-minded, thinking that when his parents were still alive, he was pampered as much as anyone else, and he comforted himself and forgave them for leaving without saying goodbye.
It wasn't until the Ling family began to spread rumors that Ling Hao and Ji Fengxian had rebelled against a foreign race that Ling Muyun began to try to understand the truth behind his parents' departure.
Although, he didn't know whether the foreign race was Jie, Qiang, Xianbei, or Rouran.
However, the information he could get was only a few words, and he could hardly pursue the truth. His parents seemed to disappear out of thin air.
Lu Ji's words just now aroused the softness in Ling Muyun's heart again: "Mr. Lu, do you know about my father?"
"I don't know!"
"Damn it, I didn't know you were still pretending to be mysterious! It's so talkative and exciting!"
"But alive!" Lu Ji continued to explain.
The past is irreversible and has become a foregone conclusion. If Ling Hao is dead, no matter who tries to hide the secret, they cannot cover up the fact that he is dead.
Only the future is full of variables.
Lu Ji kept drawing circles and talking for a long time, but Ling Muyun listened in confusion: "As talkative as ever, but I think what you said makes sense! After all, you have nothing to do, forget it. What does my father do?"
"Because, there are ten people who disappeared with your father's hall. They are called the Ten Nis in the spiritual world, including my father, Lu Youcai!" Lu Ji continued: "And my father's whereabouts were also obscured and hazy! Xu Mu, the master of Shangqing, was also unable to peep. One or two.”
Ling Muyun didn't care whether it was bad or good, he only knew that they were his parents.
Therefore, he was not even remotely interested in Shi Ni.
"A group of people are looking for dad? It's spectacular to think about it!" Ling Muyun had heard many rumors about his parents, but they were all based on imagination and could not withstand scrutiny.
What Lu Jishen said was the most reliable and confusing.
After repeated questioning, Lu Ji said, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't understand." Ling Muyun gradually lost interest.
"It's okay, I'm going back, I'm hungry!"
"Ling Muyun, we will meet again!" Lu Ji murmured as he looked at Ling Muyun's figure.
Regarding the backlash against Ling Hao when he divined, Lu Ji thought that the secret was unwilling to be revealed or that a great master had deceived the secret. But when he divined Ling Muyun, he just wanted to see the outcome of winning or losing, but dozens of hexagrams appeared in an instant. , which aroused my curiosity.
Driven by curiosity, he tried to predict Ling Muyun's good or bad luck, but unexpectedly, he suffered a backlash, which left him puzzled.
Divination, to put it bluntly, is to identify good and bad fortunes, and then seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.
If the "profit" influence is too great, then there will be backlash.
Could it be that Ling Muyun has some shocking secret? Lu Jiji stayed there until Ling Muyun disappeared.
"Sneeze!" Ling Muyun rubbed his nose: "Laijiu, do you think Lu Ji is scolding me?"
"Aren't all aristocratic families like that?" Laijiu said disdainfully: "Wearing Confucian clothes, walking like a dog or pig."
"To the point!"
