Everyone dispersed, leaving only Guo Jing and Ling Muyun in the same place. Guo Jing looked at Ling Muyun with a little curiosity, although Ling Muyun was also wearing Mongolian clothes at this time, but his fair complexion and handsome face were completely different from the dark and rough face created by the Mongolian wind and sand.

Ling Muyun didn't dodge, he smiled and looked at Guo Jing, the target he came here this time was Guo Jing, and naturally there was no reason to avoid it at this time.

Guo Jing watched for a long time, and said sullenly: "You are not a Mongolian, right?" ”

"Oh?" Ling Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a smile, "How do you know that I am not Mongolian?" ”

Guo Jing scratched his head and said, "The Mongols are not as white as you, nor are they as handsome as you." ”

"Hehe, boy, you're right, most Mongolians have a cake face and thick skin, and there are really no beautiful men like me." Ling Muyun stroked his face with his hand and said quite narcissistically.

"You're not a Mongol, so are you a Jin or a Han?" Guo Jing looked at Ling Muyun with his eyes and asked, there seemed to be a faint expectation in his eyes.

"I'm Han."

Hearing that Ling Muyun was Han, Guo Jing suddenly felt cordial, and said with a little excitement: "I am also Han, my mother and my seven masters are also Han, they all grew up in Jiangnan, according to them, it is a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and beautiful scenery...... But I was born in Mongolia, and I have never been out of the grassland since I was a child, let alone to Jiangnan, and I don't know what kind of beauty and law it is......" Later, his voice gradually lowered, obviously touching a certain feeling in his heart.

Looking at Guo Jing's performance and thinking of his pitiful background, Ling Muyun sighed, stepped forward and patted Guo Jing's shoulder with his hand, and comforted: "Don't worry, you will definitely have the opportunity to go to Jiangnan." ”

"Thank you."

Guo Jing's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Ling Muyun and said a word.

"By the way, everyone else is gone, why are you still here?" Ling Muyun didn't want Guo Jing's mood to continue to be low, so he changed the topic and asked.

"Oh, I want to stay and practice martial arts for a while, I'm too stupid, the kung fu taught me by the master is always not good at practice, and I always disappoint several masters." As he spoke, Guo Jing lowered his head again, obviously very frustrated by the slow progress of his martial arts.

Ling Muyun comforted: "Don't be discouraged, there is nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of people with hearts, as long as you persevere and work hard, nothing can be done." ”

"Well, you're right, I'll try."

Guo Jing nodded heavily, his face was full of determination, and then he put the short knife with a golden handle and golden sheath given by Temujin in his hand into his belt, and then pulled out the long sword, ignoring Ling Muyun's side watching, and practiced swordsmanship on the spot.

This is also the reason why Guo Jing grew up in the grassland since he was a child and did not understand the rules of martial arts. Most of the real martial arts people regard their own martial arts as a reliance on their lives, and they are easily unwilling to show and teach to outsiders, and where will they allow irrelevant people to watch from the sidelines when practicing martial arts? Only a person like Guo Jing, who grew up in the grassland and has never been in contact with the rivers and lakes, and was born with the surname Luzhi, will practice martial arts in front of people without defense.

Since Guo Jing didn't care, Ling Muyun was happy to watch from the sidelines. It's not that he wants to steal the teacher, he has the two great miracle skills of nine yin and nine yang, and the superficial kung fu of the six monsters in Jiangnan is not in Ling Muyun's eyes, he wants to take this opportunity to take a closer look and see what level Guo Jing's martial arts have practiced. After all, Guo Jing is the lucky person in this Condor world, and it has a great relationship with his system tasks, if he wants to participate in the plot to complete the task, he will inevitably have to entangle with Guo Jing more, and he must always know his strength.

Guo Jing's swordsmanship is the Yue Nu sword taught by Han Xiaoying, the Yue Nu sword at the end of the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan, which has a move of "branch hitting the white ape" to jump into the air and pull two flat flowers, and then return to the sword to strike, which is a subtle move in the Yue Nu swordsmanship.

It's just that Guo Jing has worked harder, and the vertical jump is not light enough, and he only grabbed a half-flat flower in mid-air, and then he has fallen to the ground, and even after trying many times, he is always half a flat flower, and occasionally he jumps high enough once and a half, and he will forget to pull the flat flower with a sword. After practicing for a long time, this trick "branch hitting the white ape" always failed, either jumping too low, or too late to hold the flat flower. Guo Jing couldn't help but feel impetuous, but it got worse and worse, and he only practiced profusely, but it was always difficult to practice.

Seeing this, Ling Muyun couldn't help but shake his head secretly, Guo Jingsheng's surname was Lu Dut, and he was more suitable for taking a simple and upright path, but the set of swordsmanship he was practicing now paid attention to the light and agile body technique, and the sword moves were ingenious, which was not in line with Guo Jing's qualifications at all, even if he practiced for a long time, I am afraid it would be difficult to achieve success.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, Ling Muyun looked back at the sound, but saw that it was Hua Zheng, who had left before, galloping back again. She galloped closer, turned over and dismounted, and glanced at Ling Muyun on the side with a little surprise, it seemed strange how he could suddenly appear such a person, but obviously the interest in him was far less than that of Guo Jing, and after taking a look, she shifted her attention to Guo Jing, and regardless of the presence of Ling Muyun, a stranger, she looked at Guo Jing practicing swords, and saw that he looked hard, and couldn't help but persuade: "Don't practice, rest for a while." ”

Guo Jing didn't appreciate it, and said a little impatiently: "Don't come to quarrel with me, I don't have the time to talk to you." ”

Hua Zheng was silent, looked at him with a smile, and after a while, he took out a handkerchief from his arms, tied two knots, threw it at him, and shouted, "Wipe your sweat." ”

Guo Jing snorted, but he didn't take it, let the handkerchief fall to the ground, and still practiced swords.

Seeing this scene, Ling Muyun couldn't help but sigh secretly, the falling flowers were intentional, the flowing water was ruthless, Hua Zheng's affection for Guo Jing could even be seen by him, an outsider who met for the first time, but unfortunately Guo Jing, a nerd, was completely unaware, this may be the will of heaven.

At this time, I heard Hua Zheng say: "Just now you begged my father, don't let me marry Du Shi, so why?" ”

Guo Jing said: "Du Shi is very bad, in the past, the leopard was released to eat your brother to drag the thunder." If you marry him, he might beat you. ”

Hua Zheng smiled: "If he beats me, you can help me." ”

Guo Jing couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and said, "That's ...... How? ”

Hua Zheng stared at him and said softly: "If I don't marry Du Shi, then who will I marry?" ”

Guo Jing shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Hua Zheng snorted, his face was flushed, but suddenly turned angry, and said, "You don't know anything!" ”

Ling Muyun couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this girl on the grassland was really generous, and there were outsiders present who showed their affection so almost straightforwardly, and there was no shyness and subtlety of a Han woman at all, it was just when he didn't exist. If it weren't for the vague memory that something seemed to be going to happen next, Ling Muyun would have turned around and left a long time ago, and the taste of being a light bulb was really uncomfortable.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a sad eagle sound from the sky, Ling Muyun looked up in accordance with the sound, and saw that it was the big white eagle that was led away by the black eagle design before, and it chased the black eagle until this time before coming back, thinking that the black eagles lured it to a very far place. The two little white eagles in the cave on the top of the cliff saw their relatives returning, and they kept chirping, as if they were crying to the big white eagles.

Seeing that the lover had died on the cliff, the big white eagle that flew back screamed sadly, like a white cloud across the cliff, and then flew back, circling around, the sound was very sad, and it was sad.

Hua Zheng said to Guo Jing: "Look how pitiful this white eagle is. ”

Guo Jing nodded and said, "Well, it must be very sad!" ”

At this moment, I heard a terrible long cry from the white eagle, flapping its wings into the sky, and then rushing down from the clouds like an arrow, and with a pop, it hit its head on a large rock on the cliff, and was instantly killed, and fell to the side of the white eagle who had died before.

Guo Jing and Hua Zheng exclaimed in unison, jumped up together, and were so frightened that they couldn't speak for a while.

"Ask what the love of the world is, and teach life and death to make a promise. There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. Jun should have a saying, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who is the shadow to go......" Witnessing this scene, Ling Muyun's mind suddenly appeared in this ancient noun, and he couldn't help but read it in a low voice.

Suddenly, a loud voice fluttered from behind: "Good words! Good words! Respectable! Respectable! ”

The three of them followed the sound and looked back, only to see an old Taoist priest striding over, this old Taoist with gray hair but ruddy face, high bun on the top of his head, a Taoist robe spotless, in this windy and sandy land, I don't know how to be so clean. Holding a whisk in his hand, he has big sleeves fluttering in the wind, like a fairy among the gods.

Ling Muyun couldn't help but move slightly when he saw this old way: "Danyang Zi Ma Yu, you are finally here!" ”