"Hey!"
A horse neighed.
Deng Jing, wearing Mingguang armor and holding a Yanyue sword in his hand, stepped forward leisurely.
The soldiers gave way one after another.
"Bold, who dares to stop our army from moving forward."
Li Ming stumbled to Deng Jing, and a bad guy came to complain first.
Deng Jing, who was far away in the team, was angry for a moment, but when he saw Brother Ye rushing to kill him, he felt the slightest pity for his talent.
It is not an exaggeration to say that a person like this can be used for oneself and become more powerful than a tiger.
"General Deng, Wang Na of Taiyuan Wang family, you are polite!" Wang Na was polite and bowed his hand to Deng Jing on the horse.
Ling Muyun and Ling Muyun did not report their family status, but just clasped their fists with Wang Na.
Only Huan Qin, with half-covered face, leaned against the carriage door and looked at Deng Jing coldly.
He neither got out of the car nor saluted.
"Is Mr. Wang colluding with the traitor Yao Chang?"
"That's out of the question. I wonder if Deng, the Marquis of Zhending County, and his cavalry, will be safe under the spring when they see their son acting so indiscriminately."
Deng Qiang was also known as Deng Chaqi and Ten Thousand Enemies, and Fu Jian granted him the title of Zhending County Marquis.
Without waiting for Deng Jing to ask, Wang Na explained the causes and consequences in the shortest possible way.
"Here comes! Li Ming, the captain of the capital, the baton of the Tenth Army."
It is neither painful nor itchy, and even if it can convince the masses, it will not demoralize the troops before the war.
"The guards of the Wang family are quite talented. I wonder if Brother Wang is willing to give up?"
After the execution was completed and Wang Na was given an explanation, Deng Jing opened his mouth and stated his purpose.
In the Jin Dynasty, male favors were popular, and aristocratic families gave them to each other as personal items.
Asking for guards is not common.
The Deng family in Anding is not as powerful as the Wang family in Taiyuan, but aristocratic families often have a good relationship and provide each other with steps.
"Unfortunately! The general is unaware that this guard is not from the Wang family, but belongs to Young Master Ling."
Wang Na looked at Deng Jing and frowned, then said: "If the general likes it, I, the Wang family, can give you ten or eight, but it will take some time."
"No need." Deng Jing turned sideways.
The Ling family is not a wealthy family, how many guards can they afford?
A few days ago, a person who claimed to be the Ling family in Dingbei rashly recommended himself to get an official position, but he is still waiting for it.
Maybe the second brother Ye has already rebelled, and he just regrets that he secretly betrayed his master before meeting his master.
"You mighty man, are you willing to work with me on great things? Isn't it a hundred times better than being someone's bodyguard?"
Deng Jing spoke directly to Brother Ye.
No matter how luxuriously Ling Muyun was dressed, in Deng Jing's eyes, he was just a small family with two stinking money, just for show.
"I don't want to!"
Brother Ye refused very simply, not even wanting to say another word.
"Oh?" Deng Jing smiled and put the Yanyue Sword on his shoulder, looking lazy: "That... Ling... what?"
"Muyun."
"Ling Muyun! The military advisor in my account is also named Ling. I wonder if he has some connection with Young Master Ling."
The surname Ling is relatively quiet. Except for Ling Tong, who is quite famous, there are few others.
However, the Lingtong branch is not related to the Dingbei Ling family, nor does it share the same ancestor.
Deng Jing asked tentatively on a whim.
What's more, how can the people in his account be considered military advisors?
"I wonder what name the general mentioned?"
"Uh... Ling Zheng!" Deng Jing thought for a moment before he remembered that the Ling family member was called Ling Zheng.
"My uncle does have the same name."
Ling Muyun didn't want to call him uncle, but he thought that before Ling Ying left, he left "Grand Master's Thunderbolt Zhengfa" to him.
There is such a sense of friendship.
"Oh? Chuan Ling is coming over."
Deng Jing dismounted, sat down on the carriage shaft, lifted the curtain and looked inside.
A dazzling array of items.
"Master Ling is quite wealthy. The car has everything you need. Where are you going?"
"Family migration followed closely."
Ling Muyun said it perfectly.
The Qin Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty had been fighting for decades. There was no point in going to Jiankang in front of Deng Jing. It was inevitable that Deng Jing would seize the opportunity and say that Ling Muyun was suspected of collaborating with the enemy.
"Ling Muyun?" Ling Zheng trotted over and was a little surprised when he saw Ling Muyun.
When the Northwest King arrived in Dingbei, did he let him go so easily?
The family moved, thinking that relying on Zhang Guiren would keep them from being too depressed.
Unexpectedly, the Jiangnan family did not pay any attention to the Zhang family who was born as a palace maid.
No matter how favored Zhang Guiren was, he was unparalleled in majesty in the harem. When he left the palace, he was no different from a bereaved dog.
The land purchased by the Ling family in Jiaozhou was eaten up for no reason within three months.
Lingying bribed Zhang Guiren again and moved to Jiankang.
After that, the members of the family each had their own way of making a living, and moved to one part of Xiangyang, mainly the Lingzheng branch.
"Ling Zheng!"
The discord between Ling Zheng and Ling Muyun was nothing more than a struggle for power within the family.
Although Ling Hao doesn't fight for power or profit, he wanders around all day long and doesn't know what he is doing.
He was even said to be a traitor.
But the patriarch Ling Ying kept talking about it.
Ling Zheng complained a lot about this and secretly regarded Ling Hao as a thorn in his side.
It wasn't until Ling Hao disappeared that Ling Zheng felt relieved.
"You're still so insignificant! I don't know if the clan leader can save you today."
After Ling Zheng finished speaking, the thunder in his palm was spinning in his hand, showing off, which made Deng Jing's eyes light up.
With this kind of cultivation, he can't talk about the position of military advisor, at least he can do something like walking.
"If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten that you still owe me a hole."
After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he drew out the ink blade and pointed the tip at Ling Zheng.
"Sir, wait a minute..."
Ling Muyun waved his hand to stop Brother Ye.
Some things have to be dealt with personally in order to shock Xiao Xiao.
"General, they all say that family scandals should not be made public. Unfortunately, we met today. Please allow me to use the family rules."
"Ah!"
Ling Zheng's petty tricks seemed vulgar in Ling Muyun's eyes: "Ling Zheng, do you want me to teach you the thunder technique?"
Deng Jing said nothing, stretched out, held his head in his hands, leaned against the car door on the other side, and looked at the two of them with interest.
"court death!"
Ling Zheng's palm thunder has not improved much, and the increased power is, in Ling Muyun's view, dispensable.
Although it was still an arc, the momentum was not small, and it still had the sound of sliding through the air with a rushing sound, but the speed was too slow.
"Snapped!"
Ling Muyun reached out, grabbed the thunder in his palm, and made a fist.
Palm Lei didn't even struggle and disappeared without a trace.
"ah?"
Ling Zheng stood blankly on the spot.
After not seeing each other for a year, Ling Muyun...had any adventures?
"Ling Zheng, you haven't made much progress!"
Ling Muyun clapped his hands and disappeared in front of Ling Zheng.
"too fast!"
Ling Zheng subconsciously moved the thunder in his palm, but unexpectedly, he felt a pain in his chest.
Under a shallow knife mark, blood slowly seeped out.
"Forget it, just return that hole!"
The moment the tip of the knife cut into Ling Zheng's skin, Ling Muyun flicked his wrist and turned the blade into the back.
After learning from Wang Na's mouth, Ling Muyun didn't feel as sad as a rabbit dies or a fox hurts its own kind.
When I saw Ling Zheng today, he was as philistine and disdainful as ever, but the white washed Taoist robes showed that the Ling family was indeed in decline.
"Papa pa pa"
Deng Jing struck three palms and said: "I originally thought that Young Master Ling's bodyguards would be invincible to thousands of people, but I didn't expect that Young Master Ling is so secretive. Why don't you let me open my eyes? Ling's thunder method is more than just A thunderball, right?”
