"The portrait in the princess's boudoir, do you know what kind of monster it is?"
"Shuten Doji."
"This is what was sealed underground by Nanyang Zoroastrianism." Ling Muyun said.
Yueji only knows that the portrait is of a drunken boy, or that the princess drank the "immortal drunk" given by a local noble, and accidentally revealed it to herself, but she doesn't know anything else.
But since we know Shuten Doji, we can just follow this clue.
Perhaps, Taoism will have relevant records.
"As for the relationship between the princess and Shuten Doji or even Zoroastrianism, I'm afraid I don't have time to investigate." Ling Muyun said with a hint of apology.
"You want to leave?"
"I'm going to Longhu Mountain first, in time for the grand ceremony, to see Master Zhang. I have some questions that I need to clarify."
Ling Muyun vaguely guessed how much time Lao Liu was fighting for when he went to die.
It's just the princess's flowers and plants that need to be taken care of, and these flowers and plants are an important means for her to win over the noble families.
After Lao Liu died, the princess could only put the matter of collecting supplements on hold for the time being.
"I will take Sima Daozi's matter seriously, but with our level of cultivation, I'm afraid we need to take a long-term approach."
"Oh? I've been waiting for more than ten years. I don't care about more time. It's just that once you leave, it will cause quite a commotion..." After Yue Ji finished speaking, when Ling Muyun turned around, she pointed her fingers at his. hindbrain.
Ling Muyun had concealed his cultivation, and Yue Ji was in the realm of a pseudo-grandmaster, so he was unprepared for a sneak attack.
As soon as his eyes were black, he fell to the ground limply like mud, with no breath from his mouth and nose.
"If you throw away the graves and feed the wild dogs, if the princess asks, I will answer you." Yue Ji told Chief Yang.
Chief Yang ordered his servants to wrap Ling Muyun in a straw mat and use an ox cart to pull him to the mass grave.
"Hey, at least I received a monthly salary for a few months. Otherwise, my work would have been in vain."
When Ling Muyun woke up again, the sky was filled with stars.
He stretched out his stiff arms, touched the back of his head, and said bitterly: "This bitch is so cruel."
"Who are you talking about?"
Yue Ji's vicious voice reached his ears.
"Ah! Haha! Miss Liu, why are you here?"
Ling Muyun covered up his embarrassment with a dry smile.
"If I didn't protect you, you would be eaten by a wild dog. Wouldn't my father's death be in vain?"
Tsuki rolled her eyes.
"Miss Liu, thank you for your trouble. I came back from Longhu Mountain and I don't know how to enter Dongfu to find you again?"
"You just need to burn paper people and horses in this mass grave, and I will see it."
Farewell to Yueji, Ling Muyun no longer cultivates in secret.
He sneaked into the inn, retrieved the ink blade, and left Jiankang overnight.
There are many talents in Jiankang, but it is somewhat unexpected that the Zoroastrian affairs have delayed them for too long.
Faguo said that the grand ceremony will be held in three years.
Calculating from the time of traveling north, it was the third company, and it was still too late to rush to Longhu Mountain.
However, after passing Jiankang, I got used to seeing the constant flow of traffic.
I no longer have the same interest in bullock carts as before.
On the contrary, it would be happier to be like Liu Ziji and focus on the mountains and rivers.
"When you go to Xinping, you must get a set of porcelain, at least as good as the Northwest King's tea cups."
Xinping porcelain is famous in the north and south.
Ling Muyun walked along the official road, borrowing a little bit of cultivation skills, and arrived at Liyang at dawn.
Huan Wen and Huan Chong sat here successively.
It can be said to be an important military town.
But the one that is most talked about is Ma'anshan.
According to legend, Xiang Yu committed suicide. The black horse missed its master and rolled over to kill itself. The saddle fell to the ground and turned into a mountain, hence the name.
Even when I arrived in Ma'anshan, I had to eat a bowl of Dragon Phoenix Club.
Although it is a small shop on the street, the best turtles and pheasants are delicious and the fragrance spreads for miles.
"My dear friend, can we have dinner together?"
Ling Muyun was about to enjoy his meal when someone came up on the bench. He just asked and started eating regardless.
"When you eat this Dragon and Phoenix Club, think about the Overlord Project in Yu Ji. Only after it enters your stomach will the high notes linger."
Ling Muyun was a little helpless.
I have seen people eating Overlord Dinner, but never such a high-sounding one.
"Brother, have a bad appetite? Then I won't be polite."
"My dear friend, what's your name? Can you get to know me?"
Ling Muyun was a little unhappy, not because he wanted a bowl of food, but because the person who came was like a starving ghost, grabbing it with both hands as if no one else was around.
"Xiang Xi, the Hanoi family, told you that you may not know it, but my ancestor Xiang Xiu, you don't know it, right?"
After just a few words, there was only juice left in the Dragon and Phoenix Club, and the mouth was filled with bones and flesh.
"Xiang Xi, you are using Hakka food again. If the Hakka people don't like it, you have to pay for it yourself."
From the store owner's words, it can be seen that this is not the first time Xiang Xi has lived like this.
"It doesn't matter." Ling Muyun waved his hand.
The Seven Sages in the Bamboo Forest are Xiangxiu, a good old man and a carefree man, but his descendants have some quirks, which may be understandable.
"Master Xiang, can you have another one?"
Ling Muyun asked when he saw Xiang Xi sucking his fingers and making a snapping sound, looking like he was still unfinished.
"If it's convenient, that's fine."
Xiang Xi was embarrassed to say it, but there was expectation on his face.
"Shopkeeper, give me another one."
During the second dragon and phoenix meeting, Xiang Xi used the bowls and chopsticks.
Ling Muyun also got to taste it.
"Mr. Xiang...is a little depressed?" Ling Muyun frowned.
The contrast between Xiang Xi and Xiang Xi shows that he is obviously hungry, not carefree.
"Why do you say that, Master?" Xiang Xi put the long purple sword at his waist on the table and said, "Ji Kang sword! Is it recognizable?"
Ling Muyun shook his head and said, "Ji Kang knows a little bit."
"Ji Kang gave it to my ancestor Xiang Xiu and passed it on to me. Just tell me how much it's worth? How can you say I'm down and out?"
After Xiang Xi finished speaking, he wiped two hands on his body, and with a clang, he drew out the Ji Kang sword.
There are hidden sounds of harp and harp.
"Did you hear that?"
"Is Mr. Xiang's sword up for grabs?"
Ji Kuang holds the Ji Qin, and if he buys the Ji Kang Sword as a gift, he will be regarded as a beautiful adult.
"I won't sell it! Whoever is treasonous would sell the ancestral property."
Xiang Xiu's head shook like a rattle.
"That's still a shame!" Ling Muyun said deliberately.
"Why are you so incapable of speaking! I said sell it, can you afford it?"
Xiang Xi looked at Ling Muyun.
Behind the cloth, the brocade wrapping seemed a bit awkward, and the long knife on the waist was worth a few bucks.
"Say a price."
Xiang Xi stretched out three fingers, and before Ling Muyun could speak, they turned into five: "Five ingots of gold!"
Ling Muyun frowned.
Five ingots of gold, for ordinary people, they may not be able to earn in a lifetime.
But if it is used to buy the Ji Kang sword, I'm afraid I won't even be able to buy the scabbard.
But Xiang Xi actually made a bid.
"Okay! But I don't know something. I want to ask Mr. Xiang why it is five ingots of gold."
Xiang Xi was stunned.
He really didn't expect that this commoner man actually had five ingots of gold.
"I'm going to Shenxiandu, but I need money!"
"Shenxian Crossing?"
"You don't understand even if you tell me! If you want to buy it, just buy it. If you don't buy it, forget it." Xiang Xi put the chopsticks on the table: "But the money for today's meal cannot be counted as mine."
"If you tell me, Mr. Xiang, I can give you gold and silver for your needs on the road."
"really?"
"really!"
"Look for my father!"
"Ten Ni?"
This time, it was Xiang Xi's turn to open his mouth.
"Father Ling Hao! I'm Ling Muyun, please be polite!"
Ling Muyun bowed his hands and said with a smile.
"I have to leave later." Xiang Xi calmed down.
When Xiang Xi left with five ingots of gold, Ling Muyun looked sad.
Unexpectedly, Liyang met the descendants of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest.
He actually wanted to sell Ji Kang's sword for five ingots of gold.
"Ten Ni..."
