As the capital of the Jin Dynasty, Jiankang's city guards were not strict.
The city wall is not tall either, only ten feet.
Ling Muyun's bullock cart was not conspicuous among the crowds of people passing by.
Ji Kuang, Marquis of Yiyang, was well versed in the rules of the Jin Dynasty.
There are many bullock carts like Ling Muyun in the city.
The only drawback is that it is a bit crowded and needs to be avoided at all times.
Under Ling Muyu's guidance, Ling Muyun drove to Wuyi Lane.
As for why it is called Wuyi Lane, it is said that the Wang and Xie families have lived here for generations, and the children of both families like to wear Wuyi Lane to show their dignity, so it got its name.
The front door of the Xie family's mansion is not tall, not even as high as the tall courtyard of the Ling family in Dingbei.
But outside the house, there are cars and horses, and people come and go to dress up. No one is clothed, showing luxury.
Its foundation cannot be compared to astonishing wealth or thousands of poems and books.
Ling Muyun's oxcart was even a little shabby.
Fortunately, the Great Jin Dynasty advocated the mysterious way. Ling Muyun's red feather coat was made of exquisite materials, so people he knew or didn't know would nod slightly, which was considered a good match.
"How can I inform Ling Ying?"
"You don't have to be deliberate. The servants all know Grandpa. It's not difficult to tell him."
At Ling Muyun's request, Ling Muyu disguised himself as a man and did not look out of place in Dajin.
Although misunderstandings were avoided, there was still that bold woman who occasionally said "little brother", which made Ling Muyu tremble all over.
After waiting in line for more than ten rounds, it was finally Ling Muyun's turn.
He stepped forward, gave the disciples the Taoist etiquette, and said, "Excuse me, sir. We are the grandsons of Ling Ying, and we are here to visit our relatives."
"Oh? This stubborn old man actually has two grandsons who look like that! Just wait, the house is busy, and you can only see your relatives when you have free time."
Menzi's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and he did not look down on the two of them because Ling Muyun came to visit relatives.
"Excuse me, sir!"
Ling Muyun handed over the rules and was pushed over by the door: "Just wait aside, there are many rules in the Xie Mansion... Next one."
The shortcut was rejected, so Ling Muyun couldn't say much.
Under the true energy, the auras of dozens of cultivators in the mansion are not weaker than his own.
Obediently, he moved the car aside and waited quietly.
It wasn't until the sun set that Ling Ying stepped out.
I thought it was another down-and-out disciple who was living a poor life and asked for money in the name of a loan. Who knows, but what happened to me was Ling Muyun and his brother.
"Muyun?"
"Grandpa..."
With the sound of "grandpa", Ling Ying's sadness turned into tears, which rolled in her eyes: "As people get older, their eyes tend to get dry."
Ever since Ling Hao left home for no reason, he had never heard Ling Muyun call him "grandpa" again.
"Wait a moment, the monthly salary has just been sent. I have enough food and clothing at home, and I won't need it. Your sister and brother will take it first to live on."
Ling Ying thought that Ling Muyun, like other disciples, also came to get some gold and silver to live off.
Lingying could foresee the hardships of being able to survive the Northwest King's rebellion and reach Jiankang.
"No, Grandpa!"
Ling Muyun felt a little emotional after giving him the "Grand Master's Thunderbolt Zhengfa". Now, even though he is old and senile, he still cares about Ling Ying, who has declined the Ling family.
In fact, Ling Ying was not at fault.
He was just doing it for the Ling family.
"Ling Zheng has returned to Dingbei City. I came here to ask you to return to Dingbei."
Ling Muyun's words were brief, but Ling Ying was in trouble.
Although the contract signed by the Xie Mansion is a living contract, if the contract is breached, ten gold ingots must be compensated.
For the former Ling, it might just be something leaking out from between her fingers.
But for myself now, I really can’t afford compensation.
What's more, if he leaves, how will he survive if there are no disciples left?
"Mu Yun, please take care of yourself. Grandpa is strong and strong and can still survive for a while. Mansion Xie, treat us well."
Ling Ying choked up slightly when she said this.
"Ling Ying, it's getting late. Don't delay the housekeeper's affairs and accept some punishment." The disciple reminded her kindly.
Before Ling Ying could speak, Ling Muyun stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "Excuse me, sir, but Ling Ying wants to resign..."
"Quit?" the disciple asked doubtfully.
Ling Ying anxiously wanted to explain, but Ling Muyu grabbed her arm and whispered: "Grandpa, believe Mu Yun!"
"I'm sorry for you!" Ling Ying couldn't hold back her tears after all.
He knew about Ling Muyu, but he was powerless.
"Sir, this is indeed the case." Ling Muyun's attitude was always respectful, which made the disciples feel very happy.
"That's fine, but Ling Ying has to go and talk to the housekeeper herself. I'm afraid it won't be easy for outsiders like you to enter the house."
Ling Muyun thanked the disciple, walked to the bullock cart, took out a box, randomly grabbed a handful of gold and silver, stuffed it into a commonly used package, and handed it to the stunned Ling Ying.
"Our Ling family is in a poor state, so we can't do anything to rob our family..."
"Grandpa, all the property came from the right way. Let's finish the matter quickly and set off early tomorrow. I think Ling Zheng has already arrived in Dingbei."
Seeing Ling Muyun's serious look, Ling Ying hesitantly picked up the package and turned back to Xie's Mansion.
In the evening, Xie Mansion held a lamp and it was brightly lit.
"Guer, this way..."
When Xie Qing went out with his son Xie Lingyun in his arms, he met Ling Muyun who was still waiting.
"Little brother, are you waiting for guests?"
Xie Qing was dull by nature, and under the influence of Xie Xuan, he became a secretary-general.
But he was enthusiastic. When he saw Ling Muyun and the others, he said hello first.
"Sir, I'm just here to wait for Grandpa Ling Ying. I'll leave later. If I disturb you, please forgive me." Ling Muyun cupped his hands and said.
"Oh!" Xie Qing nodded and continued to tease Xie Lingyun.
"You look like a Taoist and are dressed in luxurious clothes. You must be here to take Ling Ying to her old age, right?"
Xie Lingyun is three years old, but what he says is like an adult.
"What the young master said is indeed true."
"That's true! Where can I find a job?"
Xie Lingyun ignored Xie Qing's rattle and continued to ask.
"Travel around the mountains and rivers, and devote yourself to the Tao." Ling Muyun answered seriously.
"From now on, I will be just like you, and I will love the mountains and rivers!"
Xie Lingyun said it seriously, but Ling Muyun didn't take it seriously.
Which one of the Xie family from Chen County and the Xie family from Wuyi Lane can truly put aside the secular world?
Xie An had no doubts and had to take up the banner of the Xie family.
Same thing.
"Master!" When Ling Ying came out, she happened to bump into Xie Qing and bowed her hands.
"Oh? Redeemed the contract?" Xie Qing asked when he saw Ling Ying holding the deed of betrayal.
"Back to my lord, my old servant is old and clumsy, so he won't cause trouble in the Xie Mansion anymore."
"You old man! You're not a grandson anymore! If you treat me well, it's nothing compared to those blood-sucking beetles like yours."
When a three-year-old child speaks, some words are childish, but every word is polite.
"Thank you for taking care of me, young master!"
Ling Ying bowed to Xie Lingyun.
"Go back! Go back!" Xie Lingyun waved his hands like a young adult and walked toward the courtyard.
Xie Qing smiled awkwardly at Ling Muyun and followed closely behind.
"Find an inn to rest first." Ling Muyun said.
"I'll drive the bullock cart."
After Ling Ying finished speaking, Ling Muyun handed over the bullwhip.
