Zhou Xing's face was as dark as water.
"Book of Rites: Confucianism" says: Confucians can be loved but not robbed, can be approached but not forced, and can be killed but not humiliated.
Ling Muyun first used two thunderbolts, vomiting blood from his shocked mouth.
He thought it was a backlash.
Unexpectedly, like a magic trick, he used divine thunder one after another with different powers and shapes.
The playfulness is self-evident.
"Master Ling, if you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please. Why are you insulting me, the Ruyang Zhou family?"
Zhou Xing's sullen look turned into rage as he drew out the three-foot sword.
"Young Master Zhou, you misunderstood!" Ling Muyun wiped the corners of his mouth and saluted with clasped fists.
Then he explained in detail why he went to Yuanjia Tomb and what he realized before the tomb.
"I would also like to thank Master Zhou. If it weren't for the Master's nine questions about the world, which burst out from the sky, from the earth, and from the sword, it would be difficult for me to understand so much."
The use of Yushu Double Thunder was purely accidental.
Whether it is ten thunders or thirty-six thunders, if you want to resist Jiuwen Common People head-on, their power is insufficient.
So, I thought of giving it a try, but it worked wonders.
If it were not a competition, but a life-and-death fight, he would definitely use the ink blade to fight against the enemy, instead of using thunder to attack.
"I wrongly blamed the young master, please punish me!"
Zhou Xing held the sword in his hand, bowed his body, and looked ashamed.
What Ling Muyun said did not sound like a lie.
Zhou Fei once said that Zhou Xing's understanding and talent were the best among his generation.
The only drawback is that he is too conceited.
Otherwise, he can definitely take over the post of governor, and even go one step further.
However, Zhou Xing had no interest in officialdom and focused on cultivation, so he always regarded Zhou Fei's words as offensive.
"Young master Zhou has a charming temperament, so there is no need to criticize him harshly." Ling Muyun waved his hand, turned around and took out the red feather coat and changed it from the ox cart, and said to Zhou Xing: "This is the matter. I want to go to Yiyang, can you go with me?"
Zhou Xing was stunned.
He didn't know why Ling Muyun invited him.
"It has been three years since I kept my filial piety, and I haven't been bothered by any trivial matters. It's all right."
After replying by mistake, Zhou Xing was stunned again: "Maybe, is it because of this guilt? Or..."
He glanced at Ling Muyun, who was dressed in blood-red feathers and had a decent appearance. He was only a palm's length older than himself, but his cultivation was unfathomable.
Perhaps, travel with him, ask for advice humbly, and catch up with or surpass him at his age?
Zhou Xing found an excuse for himself.
"It's just that I have to go back to Ruyang and prepare some food and clothing."
"No need!"
Ling Muyun casually opened a box. Inside was the shining gold and silver jewelry presented by Lu Zongzhi.
"Since ancient times, no merit has been rewarded! How can I, the noble Zhou family of Ruyang, take other people's money at will?"
There was no trace of falsehood in Zhou Xing's tone of voice.
"Aren't you going to drive the cart?" Ling Muyun asked in surprise, "Being a cart driver will indeed disgrace the Zhou family's reputation..."
"That's not possible! Zhou Xing, the Zhou clan of Runan, wants to be a coachman, and the price he wants is quite high!"
"no problem!"
Ling Muyun nodded generously.
This is the first time he has seen someone younger than himself with such cultivation in his nearly two years of travel.
In addition to being curious, the last few questions asked by Jiu Wen Sheng were so mysterious that they were even more solicitous.
"Master Ling, how old are you?" Zhou Xing asked.
"Seventeen, not yet the crown."
Ling Muyun is not sensitive to his age, but the so-called not yet reaching the crown is just a way of saying it.
I have never had disheveled hair, and there is only one difference between my twenty-year-old age and my crowning ceremony.
"I'm fifteen, but I haven't even reached the top yet."
Zhou Xing felt a little disappointed when he said this.
He thought Ling Muyun should be around twenty years old, but unexpectedly, he was only two years older than himself.
If there is a five-year difference, he doesn't think he can't surpass it.
But the difference of two years gave him a sense of helplessness.
"Brother Yun!"
Brother Yun from Zhou Xing shouted very naturally: "How did you practice so fast?"
"oh?"
"Cultivation is the secret of each family. If Brother Yun doesn't want to talk about it, forget it."
Ling Muyun's question made Zhou Xing feel that his question was indeed a bit abrupt.
"No inconvenience."
The reason why Ling Muyun asked questions was because he was a little surprised.
Just when he was thinking about how to bring up the matter of alien races, Zhou Xing brought up the topic himself.
No concealment, no embellishment.
Ling Muyun explained in detail the story of the Immortal Crossing to the Thunder Pond.
"Alien?"
The only families in the Jin Dynasty who knew about the foreign affairs were the remaining ancient and medieval families.
In today's aristocratic family, even "Wang Xie Huanyu" only knows sporadic things.
No matter it is a small aristocratic family or a small family.
This is also the reason why the Northwest King is dissatisfied.
It seems that foreign races are only a matter for the Northwest King, and emperors of all dynasties don't really believe it at this time.
Fortunately, the Shenxian Crossing is remote and has key roads guarding it. Moreover, there are constant business travelers on the Xiate Ancient Road, so there is no shortage of gold and silver.
Otherwise, it is still unclear whether the human world has changed.
Ling Muyun had no choice but to briefly talk about the events of Shi Ni and Qiuci, but he did not mention the events of the Four Evils.
There is no conclusion yet as to whether the alien race is one of the Four Evils or all four.
"Brother Yun, it's getting late. Can we settle down in the wild for now?"
Zhou Xing looked at the setting sun and asked.
"Just under the tree in front. Fortunately, it's early spring and the weather is getting warmer."
After Ling Muyun finished speaking, he threw out two sets of cloaks and put one of them on his body.
When the bonfire was lit, my body felt warm and comfortable.
While the two were simply eating, Ling Muyun accidentally saw a person on the hillside in the distance.
Look directly at yourself.
"Do you have any followers or guardians?"
Ling Muyun asked.
The so-called guardians are the aides hired by those aristocratic families to take care of their disciples when they travel.
Either protect them secretly or travel with them.
"No." Zhou Xing shook his head and followed Ling Muyun's gaze.
"Enemy?" Ling Muyun continued to ask.
"No. Great Qin will not pursue you here." Zhou Xing shook his head again: "But I feel that he is looking at you, Brother Yun."
"Maybe! I have a lot of enemies."
Ling Muyun smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Come down!" Zhou Xingxian stood up and held the three-foot sword in his hand.
Ling Muyun followed closely and picked up the ink blade from the car.
After a while, the figure on the hillside came closer.
Ten feet away from the two people, Kankan stopped.
There is no flow of true energy and no figure.
Even the feet float.
"Heaven?"
Ling Muyun was a little surprised. In the human world, only the heavenly realm could fly across the sky.
The person opposite has stayed in the air for so long and has not been sensed by his own true energy. He must be in the realm of heaven and man.
"Brother Yun, I'm afraid it's not the realm of heaven and humanity!" Zhou Xing drew out his three-foot sword and spread his true energy.
"what is that?"
"It's not human!"
