"What did I do for you?" Ling Muyun asked Xiang Huanqin curiously.
After the two of them stayed away from each other and heard Huan Qin's words that it was okay, they returned to the carriage.
The breasts are double-breasted, the waist is tied, the sleeves are wide, and the striped skirt is not too elegant.
The golden filigree dotted with emerald beads and phoenix steps on the head really blinded Wang Na's eyes.
The Wang family in Taiyuan has people who are within the ban, and they also have people who are outside the ban.
But such a luxurious string of gold steps has never been seen in my life.
"Master Ling, you are not saving Yao Chang's life, are you?"
"It's hard to talk about it, but it's just to make his position more logical."
Ling Muyun said mysteriously.
Since ancient times, emperors have always had some strange phenomena when they were born.
Especially during the Wei and Jin Dynasties, which prince and general didn't put some gold on his face when he granted a kingdom to a prime minister and paid homage to his territory?
If there wasn't some light in the delivery room and a few shooting stars in the sky, I would be embarrassed to say that I was the chosen one.
What Ling Muyun did was just to make Yao Chang look different.
With a little effort, you will get more than just satisfaction.
"Does it look good?" Huan Qin was a little shy and a little graceful.
"Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the River Continent, a graceful lady, a gentleman likes to quarrel." Wang Na said with a flourish.
"It seems like the moon is covered by light clouds, and flutters like the snow covered by the flowing wind."
Cao Zhi's Luo Shen Fu is most suitable for this moment.
"Deng Deng"
The sound of horse hooves is very regular.
interrupted the conversation between the three of them.
Under the dust and smoke, two horses stopped in front of the carriage.
"Master Ling, how could you leave without saying goodbye?"
Murong Chui, dressed in fresh clothes, was furious with his horse. He raised his hand and rode beside him. He had a bald head and a clean face, with his breasts exposed. He only wore a pair of loose trousers around his waist.
Ling Muyun gave Huan Qin a look.
Huan Qin understood, got on the carriage, opened a small slit in the window curtain, and looked outside.
"Mr. Murong, do you have any advice?"
"I told Mr. Ling yesterday, I wonder how Mr. Ling thinks about it?"
"Oh, Mr. Murong, are you ready for a couple of breezes?" Ling Muyun raised his buttocks and sat on the shaft of the carriage, making it clear that he was ready to bargain.
"How do Confucian scholars and laymen know the current affairs? Those who know the current affairs care about heroes! I think Mr. Ling is a hero!"
"On the road of free prostitution, Murong has indeed gone a long way."
"Hmph! We don't want to lose both our people and our money." Murong Min showed a hint of sarcasm.
"Then it depends on whether Master Murong has the strength!"
Ling Muyun's momentum increased, and the remaining power stirred up wind and sand, causing Murong Min's two tall horses to neigh and low.
After finally stopping the commotion of the horse, Murong Min looked at the carriage: "Let's compete? Don't shock the beauty."
"Master Ling, would you like me to help you set up a front line?"
Wang Na jumped out of the car, walked around the carriage, leaned on the shaft, and looked at Murong Min with disdain.
"Where did this bumpkin come from?"
"Taiyuan Wang family, Wang Na! How dare you look down on Murong!" Wang Na showed a hint of anger.
There was no exaggeration in Wang Na's words.
Murong Qianyan, and even the current Fuguo, were just a glimpse in the eyes of the giant Wang family.
No matter who is in charge of the family, he must not look down on the family?
Without Langya Wang, Sima Rui would not be able to sit on the dragon chair.
When Murong moved south, wasn't the first place he paid homage to was the Yuan family tomb of the Yuan family in Runan, which had long since declined?
"Longcheng Murong, I have met Brother Wang." Murong Min jumped off the horse and greeted him respectfully.
"What do you mean, do you want to do a robbery business?" Wang Na put his hands behind his back and straightened his waist, as if admonishing him.
"Brother Wang doesn't know. Ling Muyun has gone too far to deceive others. His maid will give up even if she doesn't sell him out. But if he teases me, Murong, with just a few words of breeze, I'm afraid it's hard to be kind."
Murong Min was eloquent and rose to the level of clan honor, leaving Wang Na speechless for a while.
"Brother Wang, I will handle this matter myself. Please protect Miss Huan."
Ling Muyun took two steps forward, wearing the clothes he had just changed, with an air of immortality and unparalleled aura.
"good!"
Murong Min praised him, but there was a trace of sarcasm on his lips: "I am a noble person and will not bully you in trivial matters. As long as I accept Brother Ye's three moves, I will forgive you for the crime of disrespect."
"I remember that in Dingbei City, there was a dog that always barked at me. Later, I gave it a beating. Now that it sees me, guess what? It keeps its tail between its legs at all times."
Ling Muyun said disdainfully, as if he was talking about something innocuous.
"You!" Murong Min gritted his teeth, turned to Brother Ye and said, "Go with all your strength."
Brother Ye nodded, took off the eight-treasure urn golden hammer from his horse, and held it in his hand: "Master Ling, please."
During the Baibu battle, Ling Muyun instantly killed Ligu with a thunderbolt, which gave him an illusion.
The monks are to the warriors like the strong are to the toddlers, completely crushing them.
It wasn't until Brother Ye took action that he had a new understanding of warriors.
With one strike of the eight-treasure urn golden hammer, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and the carriages and horses panicked.
A ten-foot-deep ravine opened from under the hammer and spread rapidly toward Ling Muyun.
"Yushu!"
Ling Muyun jumped across the chasm, formed a seal with his left hand, and the jade pivot thundered out.
In the past, when facing the enemy, he could dodge more than ten feet, but now, he only dodges a foot, which is as good as stepping on the edge of a ditch.
Under the golden hammer, the air exploded.
Under the squeeze of the hammer wind, the space emits circles of sonic booms, which are visible to the naked eye.
Even the invincible Yushu Lei was smashed into pieces by Brother Ye like a hammer.
Its speed and strength can no longer be described as being able to carry a cauldron or a huge force.
"Zhang Hao, Captain Zhang once said that he fought with the great monk. I didn't believe it at first, but now, I believe it!"
Ling Muyun did not continue to form the seal, looking at the chasm around him with lingering fear.
"Ten thousand people can defeat Zhang Hao?" Brother Ye wiped his bald head sheepishly, revealing two rows of yellow teeth: "Three years ago, I lost half of his moves."
"Brother Ye, there will be Jiu Lei next, be careful."
Ling Muyun put away his contempt and showed solemnity in his eyes.
"Please give me some advice, Mr. Ling."
"Shenxiao!"
"Big hole!"
…
Ling Muyun struck first, changing his hand seals, and divine thunder poured down one after another.
Brother Ye didn't panic, the golden hammer flew up and down, and within a moment, it turned red.
Thunder flowers and molten iron were scattered in the air.
"Tai Chi!"
The last move of Ten Thunders! Tai Chi thunder.
The eight-treasure urn golden hammer turned into molten iron and scattered on the ground. Brother Ye threw the handle of the hammer on the ground and clenched his fists.
Under the grinding of Taiji Lei, he rushed left and right.
The fists roared.
Taiji Lei is turbulent.
"Do you feel a deep sense of powerlessness?" A vague voice sounded in Huan Qin's ear.
"who?"
Looking around the car, there was no one else but herself. Huan Qin thought that he was just hallucinating, but the next voice was like a whisper in his ear.
"I want to help your lover, but I can't help you?"
"Like a burden, secretly belittling?"
"Long Kanghuan's skills are passed on to men but not to women, because they are not born as men."
"Who are you? Come out!" Huan Qin hid in a corner of the carriage and shouted inwardly.
The sound was loud, but it was no louder than the thunder that filled the sky and Jin Ming's collision.
"Who am I? I am the one who can help you!"
"Do you want to practice?"
"Would you be a coward for the rest of your life, or would you stay and fly together with your lover?"
"What do you want?" Huan Qin was bewitched by this voice.
She was always cautious, and every time she saw Ling Muyun standing in front of her, she felt a little guilty in her heart.
She hates that she can't practice, hates that she can't share the burden, hates that she is useless.
Maintaining her last bit of calm, she asked the voice what it wanted.
"I don't want anything, I just want to help you. Haha... haha..."
As a member of an aristocratic family, Huan Qin is used to intrigues and intrigues.
There is never anything free in the world, even if it is marriage, there is always an exchange of interests.
"Have you thought about it...maybe I will change my mind later..."
Huan Qin gritted his teeth.
Designated marriage, displacement, forced singing, and... Ling Muyun.
She wanted to be herself for once.
The word "good" almost passed through his teeth.
