"Sir, should we run away?" Laijiu had always been aggrieved about the idea of dying.
"As the saying goes, eating someone's mouth is short, and taking someone's hands is short. From the moment you took over the "Grand Master's Thunder Zhengfa", you will not be able to leave!" Ling Muyun turned his eyes and stared straight at Lai Jiu: "You too Want to run?"
All the three hundred loyal guards had fled, and the only one left was Laijiu, an old servant.
This alone was enough to make Ling Muyun feel grateful. Even if Lai Jiu said he wanted to escape from the city, Ling Muyun would not stop him.
"What did the young master say? Who would share the bowl of braised pork during the Chinese New Year with the servants? I am lame, and I am not someone who lives in an ignoble way."
In order to show his loyalty, Lai Jiu deliberately beat his chest loudly to strengthen his tone.
"Hey, I still don't know the habits of the Northwest King. Judging from the rumors, he is not a good bird." Ling Muyun showed rare sentimentality: "Lame Jiu, you run away first! I really can't guard the small courtyard... I will go find him." you."
It could be said that Lai Jiu had watched Ling Muyun grow up, and he knew his son's temperament better than anyone else.
He has a pure heart, a strong sense of optimism, and a hint of stubbornness in his persistence. He misses his parents occasionally, also in the dead of night.
Dingbeicheng is too small to accommodate the young master, but even if one day he leaves the place of right and wrong, the small courtyard will surely be safe and sound.
"I am lame nine. I am born as a young master, and die as a ghost of the young master! I will live and die with you!"
"It's so disgusting! Besides, it's true that we stayed, but we didn't promise to defend the city or our home, right? What does it have to do with me when the Northwest King invades Dingbei?" Ling Muyun rolled his eyes and said with a bad smile: "What if it's Poppy? I like to hear this."
Mentioning the poppies, Ling Muyun then frowned: In the entire Dingbei City, everyone who could leave has left. The rest are either those who are reluctant to part with their share of the family fortune and have some illusions about the Northwest King, or the old, weak, sick and disabled , I really can’t leave.
But the poppies, and even the entire Gou Lan, seemed like nothing happened, singing and dancing in such a light and calm manner that it was really hard to see through.
"Sir, do you know Goulan's name?" Lai Jiu asked knowingly.
"You can walk to Yishixuan with your eyes closed, but you still don't know the name?" Ling Muyun was a little dissatisfied with Lai Jiu's clueless question.
"Have you ever thought about it, Young Master, that Poppy is not named Yu?"
"Miss Yu's surname is not Yu, but her surname is Shi?" Before Ling Muyun could finish speaking, he suddenly slapped his forehead: "Really?"
Lai Jiu nodded: "It's almost the same as ten."
No matter how wise a monarch is, he is always thirsty for talents. For example, the Cao family in the previous dynasty famously said, "The Duke of Zhou spits out his blessings and the world returns to its heart." His desire for talents has reached the point of writing poems.
This was not the case in the Jin Dynasty. There was simply an abundance of talents. There were the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest in front of them and the Twenty-Four Friends of the Golden Valley in the back. Which one of them could not be found to have some talent in the world?
But the problem is: there are many people, and there are also many rebellions.
The Shi family once shined like a star in troubled times, but now it seems that it is just an episode in history.
Although it has long since declined, the Eighteen Cavalrymen in Bingzhou can still stop the cries of babies in Saibei.
"The all-powerful Eighteen Riders finally fell into the hands of a woman. Can the coffin board of the Lao Shi family be put down?" Ling Muyun continued: "Then she must have some plans when she comes to the Xishan Territory. Perhaps, she may have an affair with the Northwest King. It’s inextricably linked.”
Lame Jiu remained silent for a long time, looking deeply into the setting sun: "That day, my hands were indeed abrupt!"
"When did you know that Yi Shixuan was related to the Shi family in Bingzhou?" Ling Muyun always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out the connection.
"Master, how do I know? Aren't you leading me to think this way?" Lai Jiu suppressed his bitterness and looked worried.
"Something's wrong, let's test it tomorrow!"
"Young Master, it is better to do less than to do more in these troubled times."
"Why are you so virtuous?" Ling Muyun looked at Lai Jiu as if the whole world owed him money: "I am here, are you afraid of a bird?"
"Sir, when I received those two slaps, you pretended not to recognize me!" Laijiu's voice was low, but he was full of resentment.
"Don't worry about these details, just tell me whether you want to listen to the music tomorrow!"
"Well... listen!" Lai Jiu seemed to have made a lot of determination.
In the past, I listened to music mostly for the sake of spiritual pleasure, but tomorrow, I wanted to find out what happened.
After rolling on the bed for a long time, Ling Muyun still couldn't fall asleep, so he took out the "Grand Master's Thunder Zhengfa" from under the pillow and read it carefully.
According to the book, thunder is yang and thunder is yin. Practitioners must first practice the method of thunder, which is called yang thunder, and then practice the method of thunder, which is called yin thunder, and then integrate it into the method of thunder.
At this time, you can use sky mines, land mines, water mines, divine mines, and social mines, collectively called the five mines.
This Five Thunder Order is different from the Five Thunder Order in the Thunder Law Chapter. It is the real Five Thunder Law.
The castrated version of Ling's thunder method only records the body method and less than half of the thunder method, and the palm thunder is just one of the applications of Yang Lei.
At the same time, the thunder in the palm is also called the thunder. If you want to borrow the power of thunder and lightning between heaven and earth, you must use the thunder in the palm to fill the space with thunder to attract the thunder from heaven and earth.
"Isn't this just putting an egg in the henhouse?" After being surrounded by mist for a long time, Ling Muyun stuffed the book back under his pillow, turned around and fell asleep.
The next day, when the master and servant went to Goulan to listen to music with great interest, they found that the door of Yishixuan was closed.
It was clearly written in black and red on the door: Closed for three days.
"Lame Jiu, do you think this is a bit strange?"
In the past, it was not uncommon for Yi Shi Xuan to close down, but when I wanted to find out what was going on, Yi Shi Xuan didn't open the door!
Looking back on the past three years, except for the occasional troublemaker, Yi Shixuan has never exceeded the rules, and there are no clues.
"It's a coincidence. Do you want to break down the door?" Lai Jiu gestured and stretched out his hand.
"Are you short-sighted?" Ling Muyun stopped Laijiu and said, "If we go in now, won't we scare off the enemy? Why don't we do a night spy?"
"When did the young master have the hobby of a gentleman in Liang Shang?"
"I'm not a thief, I'm a gentleman! If you drag Wen again, I will definitely break your legs!"
After careful planning, Ling Muyun finally managed to wait until night, wearing night clothes and preparing to go out. He was met by Lai Jiu, who was also dressed in black: "What are you going to do?"
"Didn't the young master say that he wanted to visit at night?"
"Can you outrun those two dogs on the fence? If Poppy is as guessed, people would have noticed the sound of your deep and shallow kicks!" Ling Muyun said disdainfully: "Be at home and have a good night's sleep Ye, wait for me to come back."
After saying that, he disappeared into the night.
The gate of Yishixuan is still closed, but when you climb over the courtyard wall, there is a different scene inside: rustling, lanterns and colorful decorations, and two warriors wearing armor guard the main hall.
In the past, the juggler men also patrolled back and forth with swords.
Ling Muyun lowered his figure and hung it halfway on the wall. In the main hall, he saw a poppy dressed in light green. She wore a tight-fitting double-breasted coat with wide sleeves and a multi-pleat skirt that was loose and loose.
Instead of the charm and charm of the past, there is now a hint of heroism and aloofness.
Opposite him was an old man with a long beard, wearing a beard hat and long sleeves, looking harmless to humans and animals.
However, the conversation inside could not be heard clearly. Driven by curiosity, Ling Muyun tiptoed along the courtyard wall and approached inside.
The sultry heat of summer really makes spiders eat up their stomachs.
After tearing off the flexible spider silk, Ling Muyun finally leaned into the main hall. However, before he could prick up his ears to find out what was going on, the long-bearded old man came out of the inner hall, said a brief goodbye to the poppy, and left in a hurry.
"Hey, I'm late!" Ling Muyun squatted in the corner with a look of regret on his face: "But this poppy is really not simple!"
