The corners of Mu Yang's lips rose, and the flute in his hand was not of high grade, it was just a street stall, which was the best gift he had ever received.

…… It is difficult for anyone to give him a lovely gift other than Ah Niang.

Dizi is what Mu Yang loves, but it is just a matter of habit, he never says much about what he likes, even to A-Niang.

After all, he is always different from his eldest brother and others.

The reason why Yun Wei gave Mu Yang the flute was not that the words of the eldest prince describing Mu Yang reminded her.

A bright gentleman, the pearl of the world.

The genius who had destroyed the foundation of martial arts was missing a flute.

Control and command the iron guard with the sound of the flute, and resist the enemy with the rhythm formation...... Mortals do extraordinary things, and they are upright and win over martial arts masters.

King Jing is more compatible with the flute.

This can be regarded as an ideal into reality.

She held her chin in her hand and imagined the picture of King Jing standing on a high place and playing the flute......

Her eyes were shining and her lips were smiling.

Mu Yang glanced at it secretly, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, a strange warm current lingered in his heart, and his fingers brushed the sound hole of the flute.

He doesn't have to be cautious and cautious all the time, he observes the likes and dislikes of the people around him all the time, and the whole person relaxes.

Yun Wei couldn't help but ask, "What is it called above the nine grades?" ”

"Grandmaster." Mu Yang's eyes were pale and his voice was very steady: "The grandmaster above the ninth grade can be a hundred years old, stepping through the void, he can be regarded as a half-step immortal, and he can also be called a land immortal." ”

"How many people are there? How many grandmasters are there in the Tianmu Dynasty? ”

Yun Wei asked again, Mu Yang shook his head and said softly, "I don't know." ”

"Then can the prince use the flute to control the iron guard to win the nine grades? Against the Grandmaster? ”

Yun Wei's curiosity suddenly became a little heavier, is it because King Jing has to answer all questions?

She let down her guard against King Jing, or because he was too handsome and too foul.

Mu Yang's cold appearance is full of the taste of abstinence, and occasionally he shows gentleness, as well as the 'innocence' that answers all questions.

After all, Lan Wei is combined, Yun Wei is a little unbearable, and the blood groove is almost empty.

Mu Yang's eyes were as pure as glass, and he said seriously: "Not yet." ”

"You mean you'll be able to fight the Grandmaster in the future? Half-step immortals, land immortals? ”

Yun Wei didn't understand the depth of martial arts, and speculated that it would be difficult for the strength of the Jingwang Iron Guards to improve again, and Mu Yang would be able to fight against the grandmaster in the future......

There is only one possibility, Mu Yang is hiding at this time, he can fight the seven products alone on his own, and he still has a lot of room for improvement.

Mu Yang not only found the path of martial arts that he walked, but also went far away.

The most important thing is that the world doesn't know Mu Yang's true strength at all.

She gave a thumbs up and praised: "When it comes to pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, I won't accept anyone, so I will obey you, the prince." ”

There is also a sentence that is not suitable to say in front of Mu Yang, when it comes to pretending to be forced, Mu Yang is also one of the leaders.

In the future, can she quietly watch Yun Mo and Mu Yang take turns to stage the drama of who is the strongest 'forced' king?

It must be fun!

After all, the male frequency is not pretending, not hot-blooded, and not powerful, where is it cool?

Mu Yang's smile deepened a little, the girl in front of him understood him!

Yun Wei picked up the teacup, "Replace wine with tea, I wish Grandmaster Wang Ye Lik, I did it, you are free." ”

She drank the cup of tea refreshingly, and Mu Yang took a sip of tea from the teacup.

"Lord Wang."

Xiao Er entered the door with a tray, and his uncle, dressed as a literati, bowed down and said: "The villain has prepared some meals, Lord Wang, you use some first, it's a little too late to go to the Drunken Immortal Building to book a table." ”

Xiao Er put the four dishes on the tea table, put a pot of wine, and quietly glanced at Yun Wei.

He had long known that Miss Yun was not simple, and there was no sense of disobedience when he sat with Tianmu with his first face.

"The prince is really interesting, let a cook be the shopkeeper of the teahouse, do you think you have a lot of money?"

Yun Wei knows that it is delicious just by looking at a few dishes, if this is to let the shopkeeper of the teahouse open a restaurant, maybe he will be able to dominate the Beijing restaurant.

She picked up the chopsticks, picked up the nearby dishes, and put them in her mouth, the whole person paused, and slowly looked back at the shopkeeper of the teahouse:

"You...... The taste of your cooking is a bit like my mother's, no, your cooking skills are better than mine. ”

"Miss Yun means Ling...... Lingtang's food is similar to mine? ”

The shopkeeper of the teahouse was even more excited than Yun Wei, ignoring the presence of King Jing's master, and rushed to Yun Wei out of control, "Did she learn it from a cookbook?" You've seen that cookbook. ”

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and big tears fell, and he cried.

Yun Wei hurriedly said: "Don't cry first, my mother said that I learned it from a book, but that book seems to have been left by my father, I don't know what happened." ”

The shopkeeper of the teahouse has only nine fingers and lacks a thumb.

He wiped away his tears, knelt in front of King Jing, kowtowed again and again, and blood came out of his forehead.

Mu Yang slowly put down his chopsticks and said, "What are you doing?" ”

The shopkeeper put his forehead against the ground, put his hands on the ground, and choked up: "My life was given by the prince, and I swore loyalty to the prince for the rest of my life, and my subordinates didn't dare to think that they could hear the news of the ancestral recipe."

The recipe of the Tan family was lost in the hands of my subordinates, I faced my ancestors without a word, and swore with my fingers in front of my ancestors and ancestors, who can keep the recipe in the war, I am willing to serve it for the rest of my life and be a cook for a lifetime. ”

"If the girl has a recipe, my subordinates are afraid that they will not be able to fulfill their oath to the prince, after all, the oath in front of the ancestors is heavier, and the recipe is more important to the Tan family."

Xiao Er knelt down with his uncle, he looked confused, and today he realized that his uncle was King Jing's person.

He hasn't been happy for long, and his uncle is going to abandon King Jing and take refuge in Miss Yun.

Can you give him time to adapt?

Xiao Er has always felt that his uncle is very smart, can't his uncle see that King Jing is different from Miss Yun?

Recognizing King Jing as the master and recognizing Miss Yun is actually not that different...... Serving a good Yun girl, maybe the prince will be even happier.

"You don't have to." Mu Yang raised his hand to help the shopkeeper, "I said a long time ago, saving you doesn't mean that you want you to repay me for the rest of your life, you can leave at any time, as long as you don't backstab me." ”

The shopkeeper choked up and said, "I...... I really didn't expect that there would be a day when I would see the ancestral recipe again, and the prince would be so grateful that I could only repay it in the next life. ”

Yun Wei reminded: "That book may not be your family's recipe......

The shopkeeper's eyes were red, and his facial features were a little hideous, "That's it, it's my family's recipe, girl, I recognize you as the master, I just ask you to make the recipe...... Give it back. ”

"My family has no money, so I can't afford to hire you."

If it is really the ancestral heirloom of the shopkeeper, she and her mother will inevitably return the recipe to the original owner.

"I don't want money, all these years...... I also saved a lot of silver, and in the future, the girl can just say what she wants to eat, and she doesn't have to pay me for food. ”

The shopkeeper pulled out Xiao Er, "My nephew is also half of my heir, clever and intelligent, he can help the girl run errands, and he doesn't need money." ”

Xiao Er smiled at Yun Wei embarrassedly, can he say no?