"Comfortable!" Ling Muyun stretched: "Lame nine!" ”

"Childe woke up?" Without waiting for Ling Muyun to ask, Lame Jiu gave a general overview of the events of the past three days, and then handed over a book wrapped in Shu brocade and half a box of jewelry: "The eldest master has come here, let me pass these to the child." ”

Tearing open the brocade cloth, a copy of "Taishi Thunder Zhengfa" exudes a quaint atmosphere, and there is nothing else.

Ling ...... The conscience of the person who speaks is discovered? Ling Muyun had a little more affection for Ling Zheng, and no longer called him by his name.

"General outline: The law of thunder lies in tempering, suffering from thousands of laws, and holding thousands of difficulties...... Ling Muyun saw that there was a general outline for the first time Lei Fa!

looked at the catalog at will, and suddenly scolded: "Damn, what the master learned before, can't be described as castration!" Let's not talk about the thunder law behind the thunder law, that is, the thunder law chapter, which is too far away! “

Carefully flipped through the previous pages, and continued: "Fortunately, the body method is complete, otherwise, it would definitely have to be planted that day!" ”

"I'll just say, such a simple thunder technique, how could Ling Tianjun use thunder to wash the ground and blow up the West Mountain back then."

The more Ling Muyun looked at it, the more angry he became, and he turned the book to the end angrily, what are the meanings of the blank pages behind the basic chapter, the body law chapter, the thunder law chapter, and the thunder law chapter?

"Could it be that this is still a castrated version?" Ling Muyun shook the book, but he didn't find the mezzanine, and couldn't help frowning: "I have reason to suspect that the Taishi himself is a pig!" ”

"Why did Childe say that?" Lame Jiu listened to a rough idea next to him, and at this time he leaned in front of the bed, squinted at the "Taishi Thunder Rectification", and thought carefully.

"Look, the book is not finished, the back is blank, and there is no hint!" Ling Muyun stuffed the book to Cripple Jiu, and lay on the bed again with a "clang".

Lame Jiu took the book, and like Ling Muyun, he shook it and shook it, flipped it and turned it over, but he didn't find the mezzanine or the "miracle" appeared, and he couldn't help scratching his head.

"Childe, then we are now?" Lame nine means whether to slip away or not.

"Tick the bar and listen to the music! Buy a seat in front! Every time I pick and search, I stand in the back, and now I have money! Ling Muyun obviously had no intention of running away, so he sat up, stuffed the book under his pillow casually, and set off.

"Do you want to eat a bowl of braised pork first?"

"Out of breath! The seats in front of you, but there are tables, what is delicious? Points, points, expensive ones! ”

The poppy dances are still graceful, her voice is still around, her eyes are still affectionate, sitting in the first row, Ling Muyun's soul will be hooked off by half.

The lame nine was even more unbearable, on the way back, Ling Muyun kept covering his face and shouting, "Shame, shame!" ”

"You said you were just drooling, how could you move your hands and feet?"

"Sure enough, the boar can't eat fine bran!"

"Those two big slaps, you actually enjoyed it! What a! ”

Following.

Cripple Jiu stood outside Ling Muyun's room and said softly, "Childe, the song has begun." ”

For yesterday's events, Ling Muyun was always obsessed with it, and he was determined that he would never take Lame Jiu to listen to music again, he really couldn't afford to lose that person.

Therefore, even though he knew that Cripple Jiu had been wandering outside the room for a long time, Ling Muyun still lay on the bed and refused to get up.

Until Lame Jiu couldn't help but feel itchy and opened his mouth to remind.

"Let's go!" The moment Ling Muyun's crisp voice came out of the room, a lewd smile appeared on the lame nine's face.

In the end, it was more interesting to listen to the music, not to mention, it was not him Ling Muyun who was slapped.

The small courtyard was lightly locked, and a notice written by Lame Jiuxin was posted on the door: Yun Ye's small courtyard, the trespasser died.

I have to say that Cripple Jiu's leg is lame, but this good hand really makes Ling Muyun envious for a long time.

As for the Ling family is about to be unloaded, why is he still stubbornly guarding this small courtyard, Ling Muyun told Lame Jiu in a deep tone: I am afraid that my parents will come back and I will not be able to find a home.

However, Lame Jiu never doubted the role of this piece of paper, not to mention that the rebellious soldiers had fled from the city, which one of the three people in Dingbei City didn't know Ling Muyun?

In their eyes, this guy is extremely grudgeful, his hands are black, not light or heavy, and he has to say a few cool words when he is done.

In the market, report a sentence of "Yun Ye", which one who is not long-sighted dares not to give face?

kicked the "Ling Mansion" plaque that flew to the ground, and the master and servant hurried to the hook fence.

The seat in the front, four plates of snacks and a pot of good tea, his fingers tapping the beat on his thighs, Ling Muyun thought that this was the day of the gods.

"What this teacher has done is also a joy with the infatuation!"

The abrupt voice at the next table interrupted Ling Muyun's Yaxing, and he turned his head to look: his eyes were raw, not like people in the Western Mountain Domain, and his dress was deliberately simple, but he couldn't hide his delicate and wealthy face.

"Brother Ren, do your words resonate with you?"

"I'm your uncle! The most disgusting thing is you guys, listening to a song and talking about it, what's wrong? The world is too big to fit your culture, and you want to come here to show off? ”

Ling Muyun looked down on these sons and daughters from the bottom of his heart, and his voice was extremely mocking.

"In the lower Hengshan Lu's land machine, do you want to talk?" Lu Ji has the demeanor of a handsome son.

The Great Jin Dynasty, advocating beauty, like Lu Ji, noble and elegant, handsome and feminine, wherever you go, there will be a group of crazy men and women chasing and asking for autographs.

"Qing talk?" The family gate valve and young talents are tied together for fame, profit, or ostentatiousness, and after a topic is raised, they talk about it, and then praise each other, that is, they talk about it.

In this regard, Ling Muyun has always scoffed: "Pretending to moan is useless to the world." You're not sick in the head, are you? ”

Hengshan Lu's family, once known as Panjiang Luhai, "two land into Luo, three price reduction".

Decades ago, Lu Ji's army was defeated in Qilijian and was wiped out by the three tribes, but fortunately, the blood was left in the dead well.

In the past 50 years, two generations have worked hard to make the country prosperous, and the young leaders of this generation have reverted to the name of "Lu Ji" and studied under the Shangqing faction.

Although he doesn't write articles or study Confucianism, now the Lu family is the four major families of "Wang Xie Huanlu" who will take a high look.

Who makes people stop playing academic tricks?

Lu Ji lupine scarf, but after being proud, he had a stunned expression: In this wild Dingbei City, he deliberately reported to his home, but he was said to have a brain disease!

If it is really an uncivilized place, it is no wonder that the king of the northwest does not need to bring dry food when he rebels, and he learns the barbarians' set of "two-legged sheep" and "rotten bones" vividly.

"I think we'll meet again!" Lu Ji lost the interest in listening to the music, shook off and left the seat with the servant, and before leaving, Yin Yang said a strange word.

Ling Muyun didn't care, there were not a few people in Dingbeicheng who said this, which one was not covered with a sack and beaten with a blue nose and swollen face?

It is better to be beaten by society than to argue meaninglessly.

Knock on the table with your hand and follow the beat: "Today's stepping mother, there is that smell!" ”

"That's it! I've always believed in Childe's taste! "The lame legs, when sitting, are the same.

At the end of the song, Ling Muyun hummed a minor tune unfinished, and the lame nine followed behind.

"I said we'd meet again."

Looking at the voice, who is not Lu Ji?

"What's the relationship between what you don't say or not? It's clear that I'm waiting for the master, what, looking for ballast? Ling Muyun was a little annoyed, as soon as he found the right tune, he was disturbed and forgot the words.

"Since this son doesn't want to talk, then Lu wants to change the way and get to know the son, but I don't know the name of the son?"

There is one thing that is worthy of Ling Muyun's admiration, that is, no matter how bitter and even unbearable the words are, Lu Ji's answers are always polite, and his voice is quite magnetic, which makes people feel like a spring breeze when they listen to it.

"Ling Muyun!"

"The Ling family in Dingbei, with one hand thunder law shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods, a thousand years of bloody battles, has long been a matter of fact, but Ling Tianjun's prestige is still like thunder." Lu Ji sighed while looking into the distance.

"Master really can't say anything honorable, you won't tell me you're reminiscing about the past, right? Quick, draw a line, master! ”

After speaking, Ling Muyun rolled up his cuffs, and the Street Fighter set up, obviously unable to stand Lu Ji's pretense of profundity.