This is the reason why Ling Muyun went down to the city to confront the enemy, and it is also the only way to resolve this crisis.
However, Ling Muyun never had the habit of not fighting back when beaten.
When he was five years old, he was kicked by an eleven-year-old boy in a back street. Ling Muyun went home to get a kitchen knife and chased him for two streets. He didn't give up until the boy bowed his head and admitted his mistake and Ling Muyun kicked him back three times. .
Rubbing his hands together, he slowly separated them, and an arc of lightning turned into a long whip, which came out of his hands and surrounded Tu Haojie.
Tu Haojie's spear was like a dragon, and dozens of spear shadows appeared in an instant, like blooming flowers.
Immediately afterwards, his wrist shook slightly, and the originally straight gun bent like a bow, bouncing on the lightning.
The lightning disappeared.
This type of thunder chain is a medium-level technique in the thunder method, and Tu Haojie broke it easily and freely.
"Fourth Lieutenant General Tu Haojie, dare I ask for your name?"
Tu Haojie didn't tell the lies about the nameless ghost who was immortal under the gun. When he spoke, it was out of respect for Ling Muyun.
"Dingbei Ling Muyun, the people in the city praised him and called him Young Master."
Ling Muyun cupped his hand in return, and at the same time took the opportunity of speaking to think about how to deal with the enemy.
Tu Haojie, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, guessed Ling Muyun's thoughts and took the lead.
The gun was raised, and the afterimage passed by Ling Muyun.
The next moment, Ling Muyun, who seemed to have not moved, had already retreated a shot away, secretly swallowed a mouthful of blood, and then threw out several thunderbolts from his palm at an extremely fast speed.
Tu Haojie actually didn't feel comfortable. His marksmanship was the ancestral marksmanship of the Tu family.
The Tu family was originally a wealthy family in Saibei. They were persecuted by the Wang family, a family that "shares the world with horses". They fled thousands of miles and finally settled in Tushan.
Fortunately, the reputation of a long spear is not in vain. It is difficult to find an opponent in Tushan. In just three years, he has the title of Tushan Tu Clan.
Tu's spear is a heavy spear. The head of the spear is made of black iron, and the body of the spear is made of fine steel that has been hammered for many times.
Of course, no matter what the gimmick is, one thing is for sure: they all conduct electricity.
"Half a year ago, the one who fought with She Qilan was Young Master?" Tu Haojie held a gun with one hand and pierced the lightning, but did not continue to pursue.
"Yes!" Ling Muyun casually fired a few more palm thunders.
"If it is indeed the young master, with the power of the thunder that day, Mr. Tu would not dare to show his strength! You are such a talented young master, why don't you join us in planning something big?"
Tu Haojie used his gun to push away the thunder and lightning, instead of rushing to attack, he instead persuaded them to surrender.
It is almost a common tactic to persuade people to surrender in battle.
With Ling Muyun's age and cultivation, Tu Haojie had a cherished desire to recruit Ling Muyun and wanted to join him.
"Want to burn, kill, loot, and eat human flesh with you?"
Ling Muyun felt dissatisfied and continued: "Isn't the purpose of your entering the city also to loot again?"
After saying that, he rotated his right wrist, slowly pressed down his palm, and formed a seal with his left hand.
"Since the young master has no intention, then don't blame Tu Mou for being ruthless!"
Tu Haojie's gun shook, and gun flowers bloomed from the tip of the gun. The sound of piercing the air was heard endlessly. Because the speed was too fast, it formed an arc.
The special skill of Tu family's marksmanship: enlightenment of reincarnation.
The art of spearmanship is all about steady speed, and the spear comes out like a dragon, but the Tu family has another trick, using a little bit of facial expression, like a tiger coming down the mountain.
It is said that if one dies under this technique, there will be no next life.
However, as soon as he took two steps, he was blocked by a flash of lightning, and all his gun power was used to resist the thunder and lightning attack.
"Huh?" I didn't see Ling Muyun use the thunder method, how could thunder and lightning appear out of thin air?
Tu Haojie tentatively took a step forward, and another bolt of lightning struck down.
This lightning came out of nowhere, and Tu Haojie didn't dare to try it: "Master, please clear up the confusion."
"Thunder Technique: Four Beasts Suppress Evil. This is a move used in the Thunder Technique to suppress evil spirits." Ling Muyun showed an apology on his face: "General Si Zhonglang was merciful and gave me the opportunity to use it."
"when?"
"Start from the thunder in the palm, rotate your wrist and press down!"
Tu Haojie carefully recalled the fight just now. Although Ling Muyun used palm thunder and blocked them one by one, the intensity and direction of each lightning strike were different, but the direction of the lightning strikes showed regularity.
If you look carefully at your feet, you can vaguely see thunder and lightning appearing and disappearing underground, which should be the formation that Ling Muyun mentioned.
Tu Haojie frowned as he couldn't figure out the principle of the formation. In addition, the thunder and lightning produced by the formation were more powerful than the thunder chain. Tu Haojie frowned: "Tu is really impressed by how meticulous he can be on the battlefield!"
Ling Muyun was not proud, he knew that the Four Beasts Suppressing Evil could not stop Tu Haojie, so he said: "General Tu, you said I would capture the thief first and capture the king first, and now rush over and chop Sima Wei into a crisp on the outside, tender on the inside, how about that?" "
Ling Muyun was testing.
Tu Haojie knew that Ling Muyun was testing: "Sir, do you really think that the prince's rebellion was based on his position?"
Ling Muyun chuckled: "Yes, I'm curious! Is Sima Wei's cultivation very high?"
"Won't you know if you try it?" Tu Haojie continued: "Tu has a word of advice, young master, cherish your life."
"Forget it! I haven't heard enough of the song, so I won't go! Let Master Jiu try it!" Ling Muyun waved his hand and said it seriously.
"A disciple of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest! With one punch, She Qilan will be forced to retreat and the prince will avoid his attack! Sir, is he still in the city?"
Tu Haojie was testing.
Ling Muyun knew that Tu Haojie was testing: "You don't think that I dare to come down and fight one person against a thousand people without Laijiu, right?"
Tu Haojie nodded thoughtfully, closed his spear, and lightly poked the ground with the handle, causing a ripple to spread out.
Immediately afterwards, Tu Haojie moved.
A thunderbolt with each step.
A rifle shot is blurry.
Finally, with a loud noise, the formation broke and Tu Haojie spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Putting away his spear, Tu Haojie turned and walked towards the array.
After breaking the formation, he had no strength to fight anymore, not to mention that he was already exhausted.
"Sir, if you have time, can you come to Tushan to talk about it? The music there and the exotic customs make people forget to leave."
"I must go!" Ling Muyun swallowed a mouthful of blood and cursed secretly: "Damn it, why didn't it say that the four beasts suppressing evil will have backlash? Who can survive it by spraying blood every time?"
Before the scolding ended, another flag officer trotted over and stopped three feet away from Ling Muyun: "By the order of the Northwest King, Ling Muyun is appointed as the captain of the capital of thousands of people. By the order of the Northwest King, I will pay fifty dendrobium to the North City. Zijun."
As soon as the order came out, Ling Muyun was shocked.
"Captain Ling, please accept your order!" The flag officer took a few steps forward and carefully thrust the seal into Ling Muyun's arms.
The flag officer's body on the ground had not yet cooled down, and he had not lived long enough.
"It seems that the Northwest King is really at the end of his rope!" Ling Muyun calmed down.
There are two orders, one is to give face to Laijiu, and the other is to ask for the face of Northwest King.
As for whether the order was legally sound, Ling Muyun had no doubts. The Northwest King didn't say who the Thousand-Man Commander was, and he might be able to use a tiger's skin as a banner.
Besides, no matter whether the Northwest King succeeds or fails, he is still the Northwest King now.
The Jin Dynasty was full of heroes, and separatist kings were springing up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The imperial court was busy trying to compete with the Great Qin, and did not take the rebellion of the Northwest King seriously.
Besides, everyone knows that the Governor of the Western Regions has returned to the Qin Dynasty long ago, and the Northwest King only occupies a city and has no name.
Under the guise of being the ruler of the Qing Dynasty, he borrowed the opportunity to go to the Qin Dynasty. On the other hand, he was beaten back without even leaving the Qin Dynasty, causing him to lose his armor.
When he started his career, he had a dishonorable reputation, and as a result, he only made the world laugh.
Only the lament of "when prosperity comes, people suffer; when death falls, people suffer" is left.
But this foolish loyalty may be worth mentioning. After all, there is a northwest king in the northwest of the Great Qin Dynasty, who belongs to the Great Jin Dynasty.
"Dingbeicheng can only pay twenty dendrobiums of grain. If there is more, I can't make the decision."
When the flag officer came back, he only brought one word: "Yes!"
The Northwest King stayed outside the city for a while. When the food was almost ready, he walked around the city and left.
During the food transportation, Ling Muyun specially found a man with a similar build to Laijiu, wore Laijiu's clothes, and stood on the gate tower.
He took half a step back, pretending to be respectful.
"Sir, I'm gone!" Zhang San let out a long sigh of relief.
"I'm not blind!" Ling Muyun said angrily: "My legs are numb after standing for a long time. Carry me back."
