It's about the time of a cup of tea.

Si Mingqin's mouth closed and he no longer recited the contract prayer that no one could understand.

"Is it over?"

Under the gaze of Liancheng Changhuan, Si Mingqin really let go of Mu Liu's hand, and the twelve blood lines were disconnected and submerged into their respective skins, leaving no trace.

Si Mingqin Zhen nodded, smiled, and then fell down.

Liancheng Changhuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to pill his head, so as not to break it.

He hugged Si Mingqin Zhen and asked with concern, "Does it matter?"

"My body is too weak and a little tired, just take a break. ”

Lian Cheng Changhuan asked again: "This contract, this is the end?"

Si Mingqin really didn't bother to answer, and closed his eyes directly.

Liancheng Changhuan turned his head and asked Mu Liu, "Hey, boy, how do you feel?"

Mu Liu was surprised, he said it so exaggeratedly, in the end, it was plain, as if nothing had happened.

Feel?

What's the feeling?

"What about you, I ask?"

Mu Liu felt that Si Mingqin really couldn't die, and there was nothing to do here, so he stood up, faced with Liancheng Changhuan's entanglement, only threw him a big white eye, and then lifted the curtain and walked out.

As for whether it is successful or not, let's wait for Si Mingqin to really explain.

Not far away, Ling Sizhu and several other girls saw him emerge and immediately greeted him......

Following.

When the gang packed up the pots and pans, and the miscellaneous servants who were busy before and after took care of everything, and were ready to leave, the mayor of Liancheng Huan ordered his subordinates to gather everyone to the carriage carrying Si Mingqinzhen.

The wasteland in the early morning was a little cold, and Si Mingqin really sat in the coachman's position wrapped in a brocade futon, as quiet as a virgin.

He hadn't fallen asleep that night.

Liancheng Changhuan stood beside him with a horsewhip in his hand, and said loudly to the more than two hundred people in front of him: "There are two things, this big ...... Young Master Ben wants to tell you, listen to it. Your Excellency is awake, so we don't have to go to Iwashita to seek medical attention for him. Later, carefully plan and re-plan the route, and take the road north to Ironwood Cliff. There is one more thing, a very important thing, that you have all listened to carefully. You all saw everything last night, and I discussed something in the car with my lord and the young master. In fact, His Excellency has reached a contract with the young master Linglong and made him an apostle. ”

Some of the girls in Qingtanyuan may not know what the apostle represents, but the guards belonging to the Dharma Gate looked at the six or seven-year-old boy in the crowd with awe, and no one questioned it.

"The end of the school is the ...... of the city"

Liancheng Changhuan stretched out his arms forward, his palms folded, and he was going to bend down and bow to make a flat salute, but his feet slipped and his body swayed, and he accidentally fell off the carriage, bent his knees, and knelt directly on the grass with a "poof".

The girls in the vicinity gasped, obviously surprised.

In order to save face, Liancheng Changhuan had to kowtow to the situation, resisted the urge to scold his mother, and gave Mu Fan a grand gift, all in one go, almost without any flaws.

“...... Meet the Apostles!"

Even the descendants of the Cheng family have knelt down, so why should others not kneel?

Even the guards brought by City Changhuan from Yanxia, as well as the more than 100 family members and children with foreign surnames that he had temporarily summoned in Longyan, Xining, and other towns, were very aware of the strictness of the Fa Sect etiquette, and they all knelt down, not daring to slack off at all.

Qingtan Courtyard belongs to Linglong Pavilion, Mu Liugui is the young master of Linglong, and it is understandable for the girls to bow down to it.

The six group guards, led by the blind old man, also knelt down, because they knew very well the weight of the word apostle.

However, the eleven men in black were indifferent.

They don't belong to the Linglong Pavilion, they don't belong to the Liancheng family, and they don't even look like disciples of the ghost market. Usually hidden in the market, and the six group photos are bright and dark, protecting the wood flow in Xining Town. They are not very old, they only obey the dispatch of Mu Liu alone, although their cultivation is not outstanding, but they are good at concealing and changing shapes, they are unexpected, their methods are vicious and ruthless, and there is no ethics and morality at all.

In the past three years, many unsolved murders in Xining Town have come from these people.

Si Mingqin really noticed the difference between these people.

South of the Great Wall, those who blatantly don't take the seven major families into account, the ghost market is counted as one, the secret sect is counted as one, and the wood clan is barely counted as half.

Si Mingqin really confirmed that they didn't belong to these three categories, so what other wild road would be so arrogant?

Ordinary outlaws don't have this courage, the people of the Tianhuang Mountain in the east have to guard the mausoleum, and the barbarians in the south will not go so far. The three islands of the West Pole have sunk, and the surviving fish-people are ungrateful, occupying the west coast and expelling the people of Turine. Turine, in order to regain lost territory, went to war with it. Now that the war is tight, the Fishman has gone, and he doesn't have the ability to reach out to Xining Town.

Who else will there be?

Si Mingqin really couldn't think of it for a while, so he could only find a breakthrough from the people they served for.

The last time he almost died in order to find out the secret of Mu Liu, Si Mingqin really didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, so he decided to change to a clumsy way, the kind commonly used by ordinary people.

On the other side, seeing the people around him kneeling on the ground one by one, Mu Liu realized that he had another noble identity, but he didn't feel good in his heart.

Living alone in the wild for a long time, cultivating the habits of a hunter, always maintaining a high degree of vigilance, and hiding oneself from being discovered by more powerful hunters, this behavior has become the nature of the bones.

Without an identity or name, it is easier to hide oneself in the world.

Although he had been mentally prepared before, it still exceeded his expectations. Si Mingqin's identity as an apostle is bound to force him out of the darkness and expose him to all beings. The more noble and noble the status, the more complex the problems to be dealt with. There is nothing to hide in plain sight, which is not a good thing for a hunter with limited strength.

Mu Liu basically out of an infinite yearning for spells, and half a push and half agreed to Si Mingqin Zhen. Looking at the person kneeling on the ground, Mu Liu couldn't help but think of the unpleasant things that happened after he was appointed as the young master of Linglong, and retreated out of instinct.

So, he ignored so many people kneeling on the ground, turned around to leave, maybe he would go back to Xining Town directly.

"The world is also a forest, but the environment has changed, and your opponent has changed. Fists can't solve all problems, and no matter how deep you hide before you become a real powerhouse, you will be discovered. Identity is a double-edged sword, and in the future, you should learn how to use it to protect yourself. ”

Si Mingqin's true voice floated into Mu Liu's ears, and his words were refined, like the tone of a teacher in the school, but it lacked a human touch and was not kind enough.

Teacher, preach and teach to solve doubts.

Perhaps, Si Mingqin has really begun to fulfill his responsibility as a guru.

But Mu Liu didn't like his preachy tone, so he tilted his head and looked at him without speaking, brutal and willful.

Si Mingqin really frowned, and Dai Muliu returned the salute: "Get up." ”

The girls were very happy, thinking that no one in Xining Town would dare to ride on the young master's head after coming.

Ling Sizhu found the subtleties, kept Mu Liu's expression in his heart, and secretly glanced at Si Mingqin Zhen, and finally couldn't help it, covering his lips and sneering.

Lian Cheng Changhuan stood up tremblingly, patted the mud and sand and grass clippings off his body, and said loudly again: "This is a big deal, it shouldn't be so hasty. Now is a special period, the situation is urgent, and there is no battle in a hurry. Here, the young master proposes that in two days, when the two adults have recovered from the Holy Sacrament, we will find a good place to have a good time and celebrate. ”

After finishing speaking, Liancheng Changhuan smiled, turned around and asked Si Mingqin Zhen softly: "Your Excellency, what do you mean?"

"It's up to you. ”

"Refreshing!"

Subsequently, Liancheng Changhuan summoned several generals who were responsible for leading the way, spread out the map scrolls, and discussed the route to Tiemu Cliff.

Quietly watching Mu Liu return to the carriage surrounded by everyone, Si Mingqin really tightened the bedding on his body, and then leaned back on the carriage, looking up at the clear and lofty sky, his thoughts did not know where to go.

"Yesterday was like a dream. ”

A little quiet, a little vicissitudes.

After a night, Si Mingqin really seemed to be a different person, left behind and independent, and even more difficult to figure out.

But why?

Soon after, the convoy set off for the north.

A red eagle flew southeast, carrying a letter from Liancheng Changhuan to the rock, and soon disappeared into the sky.

In the next three days, the convoy traveled day and night, crossing the Iron Hill Wasteland, and returned to the ancient city of Longyan to replenish supplies under another name, and rested for a whole day.

Out of Longyan, at the request of Si Mingqin, the convoy slowed down its march, traveled day and night, avoided barren mountains and mountains as much as possible, and did not hesitate to go far to pass through the large and small towns along the way.

On the way, he encountered a few rogues who didn't have long eyes, but it was not the turn of the guards to make a move, so he was lightly dismissed by the accompanying handyman.

Because there are mages to find their way, you don't have to worry about accidentally breaking into the lair of soul beasts or running into resentful spirits roaming in the wild.

Along the way, Mu Liu, Si Mingqin Zhen and Liancheng Changhuan spent most of their time in their respective carriages to recuperate, and rarely moved around each other.

On this long journey, the girls of Qingtan Courtyard got closer to their young master.

Mu Liu got along closely with them and no longer seemed to be raw, but he was forced to learn etiquette, opera, music and dance with them, and he was miserable.

Among them, the task of teaching Muliu literacy and lingua franca was taken over by Ling Sizhu alone.

Mu Liu's learning ability is amazing, and he has mastered daily language in more than ten days, and can communicate with people simply in the lingua franca, but he has not been able to fade the accent of the high local dialect. Because he had not been exposed to writing before, Mu Liu's progress in literacy and writing was relatively slow.

But Ling Sizhu was not in a hurry at all.

The blind pianist and Jian Xingzhi often discussed ancient martial arts with Mu Liu in the carriage, and sometimes asked a girl named Xiao Wu to fight with him.

On the way, Liancheng Changhuan saw Si Mingqin Zhen once, talked for a long time, and after coming back, he locked himself in the carriage, and no one was allowed to disturb him, and there was no movement for three days.

Si Mingqin's diet and daily life are still the help of the girl from the Qingtan Courtyard, he is no longer in good health, he looks much better, and he moves freely, but he rarely gets out of the car and walks around. Occasionally sitting in the carriage and watching Mu Liu and Xiao Wu fight from a distance, he didn't mean to talk to him.

On the contrary to Mu Liu, Si Mingqin Zhen was often the only one by his side, and he was always very quiet, and his figure was only very desolate.

Due to the disparity in status, almost all of them deliberately kept a distance from him, and were cautious, lest they offend His Excellency by inappropriate words and deeds, so they respected him one by one.

There is one exception.