The magical thing about "Looking Northwest: Shooting the Sirius" is that this arrow borrows the power of heaven and earth and does not require an arrowhead.
What Bai Zhen relies on is the big horse sword in his hand. It looks ordinary, but it was made by his ancestor using meteorite iron from 72 craftsmen. However, most of the exercises he used were battlefield killing techniques, and his family's inherited exercises had long been taken away by his brother Bai Chun and disappeared.
Now Bai Zhen still has the strength to withstand Li Hao's normal attacks. If Li Hao becomes determined to win and uses Sky Wolf, even if Bai Zhen has learned the ancestral technique, whether he can catch it depends on luck.
"You know a lot! By the way, why did you come to Qiuci?" Ling Muyun's words did not contain a trace of sourness, but were purely out of admiration and curiosity.
"Ji's Four Nongs are both qin music and spiritual practice. Qiuci music and dance are world-famous, so there is nothing wrong with cultivating one's sense of music. Mr. Ling, what is the matter?" Ji Kuang's face was very pale.
"Slaughtering mountains and listening to music."
"Master Ling also likes music?"
"I like it, of course I like it, to what extent? Go every time!"
Before Ling Muyun could continue to introduce Yi Shixuan and Yu Meiren, the winner or loser was decided.
"There are no more arrows in the arrow pot. I have lost!" Li Hao surrendered, which made Ji Kuang's eyes bristle. He pointed his slender fingers tremblingly at the field: "I bought five gold ingots. Bet on him to win, he...he..."
Ji Kuang's distorted face made Ling Muyun's mood instantly improve. He even felt that the gold ingot he had bet on was no longer important.
After all, there are people who have lost worse than him.
"Master Hou! Be generous and make people laugh!" Ling Muyun looked like he wanted to be beaten, clearly saying that he was the one who was laughing.
"Marquis Yiyang is just a lord, and calling him that, Mr. Ling, actually makes me feel uncomfortable. Why don't you just call me by my name."
Ji Kuang's face was still as dark as water, and he looked at Li Hao in the field bitterly.
"Then it's better to obey orders than to be respectful. How many years Mr. Ji is older than me, I will call you Brother Kuang!" To be honest, Ling Muyun was a little disgusted by the word "House Lord".
He really didn't have the habit of calling others "Master". If he were not a descendant of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest and worthy of the title "Marquis", he would never call him that.
But there is always some ambiguity in calling him Brother Ji, so Ling Muyun called him Brother Kuang.
The winner has been decided in the game, and while the onlookers are sighing at the excitement, there is also an added sigh: winning or losing in the game affects their mood.
"Brother Kuang, I'm staying at the Shibanya Inn. You can come and sit down if you have time." Ling Muyun said politely as he looked at the martial arts arena where the performances were gradually ending.
"What a coincidence! Tianzi Room No. 2!" Before Ji Kuang finished speaking, his distorted face suddenly turned dark: "But, I may not be able to go back!"
"Why?" Not going back and not being able to go back are two different concepts. Ling Muyun didn't know why and asked doubtfully.
"I want to fight Li Hao! I must let the world know what he did as a villain!" Ji Kuang said angrily.
Ling Muyun was even more confused until he followed Ji Kuang's gaze and caught a glimpse of Li Hao receiving his gambling money, with a wicked smile on his face. Obviously, he bought himself a loss!
"I won't go back either! This is unbearable!" Ling Muyun said through gritted teeth.
Then, the two of them looked at each other at the same time.
"Put a sack on!"
"Sap!"
"Ecstasy!"
He nodded heavily and reached agreement.
Weaving back and forth among the crowd, sometimes pretending to bargain to buy something, sometimes pretending to pass by, the two of them followed the cheerful Li Hao until he turned into a narrow alley.
"Ambush here, I know how to survive!" Ling Muyun compared the sacks he picked up.
"What if he doesn't come out?" Ji Kuang shook the short stick in his hand and practiced beating.
"What did you do with the money you won?"
"Qule, wouldn't it be boring to come to Qiuci and not listen to music?" After Ji Kuang finished speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up: "I understand! Wait!"
Li Hao didn't go in for long. When he came back, he had changed into a long gown.
As the two of them expected, this outfit was probably for fun.
Just as he reached the entrance of the alley, Li's eyes suddenly went dark. Before he could react, the power of thunder and lightning had invaded his Dantian, and was walking back and forth: "Don't move, otherwise, your Dantian Qi will be destroyed!"
Being hit directly in the Dantian, it could range from being unable to use Qi energy to being hit, and at worst, it could lead to a complete loss of cultivation. Li Hao did not dare to act rashly.
"Friend!" It took some time to use secret energy to lock the Dantian. Li Hao spoke, preparing to delay it with words.
Unexpectedly, Ji Kuang only said "Who is your friend!" and then hit Li Hao on the back of the head with a short stick.
"Bang!" Li Hao's eyes were really dark this time, and he collapsed like mud.
"Did you strike too harshly?" Ling Muyun didn't expect that Ji Kuang's blow would knock Li Hao unconscious.
"It's okay, he's measured!" Ji Kuang threw the stick and felt very happy: "It's a mercy of the two of us that he didn't use his hands to play games with shabby methods."
"Brother Kuang, you shouldn't stay here for a long time! Are you talking nonsense?" Ling Muyun looked around and saw that no one was around, so he reminded him.
"Where to go?"
"Go back to the inn first!"
"I can't go!" Ji Kuang showed a hint of helplessness and a bit of embarrassment.
"Why?"
"I gambled my entire fortune! I let this guy get into trouble!"
Perhaps because of Lame Nine, Ling Muyun always showed the slightest affection for the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest out of thin air.
Therefore, there is no secret, and a small crack in the package is exposed: "Count it mine."
"Borrow!" After Ji Kuang finished speaking, a glint appeared in his eyes: "Ji borrowed it and paid it back double!"
"There was once a person who, like you, used this method to borrow five hundred grains!" Ling Muyun understood Ji Kuang's eyes: I didn't borrow it from Ji Kuang, it was borrowed by the Ji family.
"who?"
Ling Muyun blinked and refrained from speaking out about his glorious deeds: "The food and clothing expenses are all on me, but you, Ji Kuang, owe me a favor."
In Ling Muyun's eyes, these yellow and white jewels are not as real as human feelings.
"Borrowed!" In Ji Kuang's eyes, if you owe something like favor, you owe it.
Shibanya Inn.
Ling Muyun ordered a few side dishes and planned a Qiuci singing and dancing party with Ji Kuang.
Just as the conversation was getting underway, Li Hao was invited by the waiter to sit at the next table.
Seeing Li Hao caressing the faintly bulging back of his head from time to time, the two of them looked surprised.
"Is this what you mean by proportion?"
"I didn't expect to be so stubborn!"
The two of them almost communicated in very low voices. Logically speaking, others could not hear the specific words clearly.
But Li Hao faintly heard the word "head iron".
He glanced sideways and saw that Ling Muyun and Ling Muyun were strangers to each other. No matter how much he recalled, he couldn't remember any grudge, but the word "tou iron" coincided with him so well!
Unable to suppress the confusion in his heart, Li Hao left his seat, came to the two of them, raised his hands and asked: "Two dear brothers, I am Li Hao of the Li family in Longxi. I wonder why I was so stubborn just now? Li is willing to hear the details."
"What kind of head iron? Qiuci smelting iron can also make head iron? I have never heard of it." Ling Muyun pretended to be surprised.
"I really don't know what the head iron that brother mentioned is!" Ji Kuang agreed.
"May I ask your names?" Li Hao still refused to give up.
He had been practicing archery since he was a child, and he could hear the mosquitoes and flies buzzing a hundred feet away while holding his breath. He was sure that the two of them were talking about it, but when he asked about it, they both denied it, which only increased his suspicion.
"Ji Kuang!"
"The surname is Mu, with a single word of Yun, Mu Yun!" Dingbei Ling's family is not an unknown person. If he truthfully said that his surname was Ling, and if he threatened his Dantian Qi with thunder just now, it would be tantamount to not fighting him. Self-inflicted.
Ji Kuang should be the hereditary Yiyang Marquis after Ji Zhongsan, and his surname is Mu, or he may be after the emperor's minister Li Mu.
Judging from the surname alone, there is nothing unusual, no clues can be found.
After rubbing the back of his head, with doubts, Li Hao said "Excuse me" and returned to his seat.
Ling Muyun and Ling Muyun didn't dare to speak anymore. They made eye contact, took a few bites of food, and got up to go to "A Dream in Ten Years."
