Lai Jiu burst out of the house, She Qilan's face turned pale in an instant, and the fire all over his body disappeared in an instant.
The character of the Jin Dynasty is as follows: "Those who understand current affairs care about heroes."
The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest each have their own unique skills. No matter which one they are, the Zoroastrian Cult cannot afford to offend them.
Now, how dare you ask one more word?
Picking up a broken bluestone from the ground to block the key parts, without caring about the roundness behind it, Sheqilan knelt down and bowed in an extremely awkward posture: "Sheqilan is an eyesore, please forgive me!"
"That's all! Those who don't know are not guilty. As for the big one bullying the small ones, I also forgive you on behalf of the young master!" Lai Jiu continued: "My young master is a talented man, how can you and others offend him?"
When Ling Muyun heard this, he wanted to bury his head in the soil: "Lame... Master Jiu, from now on you will be the young master! I will help you ride the horse and the back!"
Not to mention that he was seriously injured, even in his prime, it was almost impossible to take over the fire dragon.
Cripple Nine punched the fire dragon without seeing any fluctuations in true energy.
With this level of cultivation, Ling Muyun is too embarrassed to call him "Lame Nine" anymore.
"Master, what are you talking about?" Laijiu wanted to say a few words of comfort, but when he saw She Qilan still kneeling on the ground, he couldn't help but ask, "Is there anything else?"
"No, I don't dare to trouble His Majesty!"
"Then let's break up! There's also the girl over there, and by the way, Poppy, let's break up too. I'll have a few words of sympathy with my son."
She Qilan and the poppy hiding in the dark bowed and disappeared into the darkness at the speed of escape.
Lu Ji also realized what was going on. He dragged his injured body and walked into the Ling Mansion while coughing.
Only Laijiu and Ling Muyun were left in the field.
"Young Master!" Laijiu limped as usual and was about to help Ling Muyun.
"Master Jiu, don't dare to disturb me, I can do it on my own!" After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he endured the severe pain and jumped up with a grin on his face: "Look, he's alive and kicking."
Lai Jiu didn't expect that the young master who was fearless would still be so "sensible".
"Sir, even if we don't take action today, Lai Jiu will leave!" After saying that, his eyes gradually dimmed.
"Are you leaving?" Ling Muyun dug his ears, thinking that the thunder had damaged his ears.
He really couldn't believe that Lai Jiu, who had been with him since childhood, left like this. He was more willing to believe that he had heard wrong.
Lai Jiu and himself said that they were servants, more than relatives.
"Master, you heard it right!"
"Why? My parents are gone, and even you are gone, and I..." Ling Muyun sat down, rarely dejected, and held back his tears.
He couldn't accept that the Lai Jiu who grabbed the braised pork, the Lai Jiu who listened to music together, the Lai Jiu who ran faster than anyone else in trouble, and the Lai Jiu who kept his secrets hidden, were leaving.
"I thought it was just a small fight, but the black hands behind it have stretched a little too long!" Laijiu paused: "Thousands of years of bloody battles and alien invasions are all about the people of the world! If you have to do something, you are not an old servant... Hey! "
A sigh could not express Laijiu's helplessness.
The children I watched grow up were so sensible that it made people feel heartbroken. Even if they felt a little aggrieved, they would still gnash their teeth under the covers.
But now, in front of him, he was holding back tears.
Laijiu sat on the floor, his tone as calm as possible, and he began to talk earnestly.
No matter how you listen to these words, they sound like instructions before leaving.
Young Master, be careful not to be impetuous in your practice.
Young Master, Dingbei is too small. You can travel all over the world, but you must remember to hide your clumsiness.
Young Master, "Grand Master's Thunderbolt Zhengfa" is an ancient method. The phrase "suffering from thousands of hardships" in the general outline also means seeing the world.
Young Master, when you listen to music in Goulan, you should order two less dishes. They are expensive and not as good as the braised pork.
Young Master, when you are traveling in the world, remember to bring a knife.
Young Master,...
Lai Jiu is still the same Lai Jiu, shouting like a young man.
Ling Muyun could only nod like a marionette.
When he came back to his senses, Laijiu's figure was no longer around him.
Lai Jiu left, taking with him the joy of Ling Muyun's childhood.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and Dingbeicheng gradually becomes quiet.
Lu Ji didn't know when he sat next to Ling Muyun: "Master Ling, the matter of setting up Beicheng has come to an end, it's time for me to leave!"
Ling Muyun didn't ask Lu Ji where he was going, but just waved his hand.
"Let's all go!"
Lu Ji nodded, without saying another word, dragged his tired body and disappeared into the night.
Ling Muyun was the only figure left at the gate of Ling Mansion, sitting there until dawn.
Dingbeicheng has been quiet for a long time, and the killing has stopped long ago.
Several people poked their heads out of the Ling Mansion. After making sure they were safe, they began to be bold: "Master Ling, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness!"
"Kindness without saying thanks!"
More and more people came out of Ling Mansion and knelt down to Ling Muyun.
Ling Muyun was used to being carefree, how could he stand this battle?
He quickly stood up and returned the greeting, but there were too many people, and he couldn't bear all the politeness, so he could only shirk the excuse that he had something to do and ran towards the long street as if he was fleeing.
Along the way, the sight that caught my eye was more serious than expected: corpses strewn across the field and rivers of blood.
If it hadn't been for the battle last night, the entire Dingbei City would have been empty.
The Northwest King left the city overnight, taking away everything he could, leaving behind devastation.
Wails spread across the land.
What surprised Ling Muyun was that the poppy actually stayed behind, wearing a cloth scarf on her head, a short coat with wide sleeves and a long skirt, looking like a woman, and was cooking gruel.
"Poppy, are you no longer a country?" Ling Muyun sat forward and sarcastically said.
Regardless of whether Poppy participated in yesterday's robbery, Ling Muyun was a little concerned about her relationship with the Jie clan.
The poppy shook her head and added a fire to the stove: "The bones are exposed in the wild, and there are no roosters crowing for thousands of miles! I would rather not have such a restoration of the country."
"Yeah!" After saying these words, Ling Muyun couldn't help but look at her a few times, and then looked at the poppy woman's appearance, and felt a little emotional. "If you have any use for me, just ask."
A woman like Poppy is easily forgiven.
"There is no rice. Even this kind of gruel can only be cooked for one more meal! Is Ling's food willing to be given away?" Ling Muyun did not expect that Poppy would take her polite words seriously: "Actually, hunger is more serious than death. horrible!"
"I'm not afraid of making fun of you. Ling didn't leave a grain of rice!" Ling Muyun curled his lips and couldn't bear it when he saw Poppy's face was gloomy. He quickly picked up the previous words: "But, I know where there is rice!"
"where?"
"Huguo Temple!" Ling Muyun said categorically: "Huguo Temple has thousands of acres of fertile land, no production, no taxes, and the rebels did not go there yesterday!"
"I'd like to trouble Mr. Ling to go there and get help from the Huguo Temple, so that the whole country won't starve to death, and even the Yizi will eat each other." The poppy's words were earnest, especially the hope that flashed in Lihua's rainy eyes. The light made it difficult for Ling Muyun to refuse.
"Then take a walk!"
He promised readily, but the reality is that he had a fight with Dao Li two days ago, spitting blood at each other, and today he came to borrow food. Whether he borrowed it or not was another matter, so he was destined to be punished by rolling his eyes.
But since he agreed to the poppy, he could only bite the bullet and walk towards Huguo Temple.
Along the way, there was an endless stream of "refugees" from Dingbeicheng, all of whom seemed to be heading to Huguo Temple.
They know where to survive.
