The king of the northwest entered the city of Dingbei without hindrance.

In fact, there was no need to slap on the door as if he had discovered a new continent, and hurriedly told Ling Muyun that the king of the northwest would be bloodless.

The Ling clan moved, leaving behind three hundred guards, robbed their master, and then made a bird scatter.

The chief executive packed up his family early and fled back to Guannai, along with the city defense forces.

However, having said that, Xiao Yan, the overseer, and Xiao Dian, the captain of the Thousand People, did not open the door to join the enemy, and they were already doing their best for King Qin.

If this is the case, there are still casualties in the troops, then Ling Muyun has to suspect that the head of the king of the northwest is not as big as a walnut.

Or, before the rebellion of the king of the northwest, he did not find a magician to calculate a hexagram, and what he did was unfavorable.

"Some merchants organized to meet them at the city gate, and even made military rations for rewards." Crippled his tongue with an incredulous expression.

"Businessmen seek profit, and whoever comes will be welcomed. In their eyes, the two sons in their pockets are fathers. Ling Muyun looked disdainful: "Let's go, join in the fun." ”

What Lame Nine didn't expect was that his son-in-law's way of joining in the fun was simply unique.

The nine-storey tower of Huguo Temple can see the entire Dingbei City clearly, and sitting on the spire, there will always be a feeling of strategizing out of thin air.

The slightly annoying scenery was the monk under the tower, waving a broom, coaxing and shouting, shouting for the two to come down.

"The Buddha Gate is a major land! These monks, the practice of hating and precepts needs to be improved! Ling Muyun sighed.

"That's it!" Lame Jiu nodded heavily, stretched out his arm and pointed to the city: "Childe, the one who wears blue and crimson clothes in the back is the Qi clan." ”

Ling Muyun fixed his eyes and looked into the distance, the team in front of him was wearing armor, and the system still had the same set as the previous Jin Dynasty, which should be the soldiers of the King of the Northwest.

The team behind is as Lame Jiu said, and those who have flowers, birds, insects and fish embroidered on their clothes should be of the Qiang tribe, both men and women.

After looking at it for a while, it wasn't until the standard-bearer entered the city that Ling Muyun retracted his gaze and said, "The flag with a flame on the blue background is the symbol of Zoroastrianism. ”

The Qiang people advocate fire, all believe in Zoroastrianism, and practice cremation, among which most of the practitioners are related to fire.

Seeing this, Ling Muyun felt a sense of disgust for no reason.

If you feel it carefully, it is a faint breath, but this breath does not come from the king of the northwest, nor from the Qiang tribe, or even from Zoroastrianism.

What exactly is this breath?

Until this disgusting aura suddenly disappeared out of thin air, he didn't figure it out.

"Is it a delusion?" Ling Muyun said to himself: "What the King of the Northwest did is indeed unpleasant. ”

Dingbei City is very large, more than 20,000 people enter the city, it does not seem to be very crowded, but it took a long time.

The master and servant were bored to watch, and the noise under the tower was very loud, so they lost their previous freshness.

Slip down the eaves of the tower, walk through the monk pile under the tower with your head held high, and swagger out of the Huguo Temple along the small gate.

According to what Ling Muyun said, the reason why he held his head high was just to silently protest against the word "thank you" at the main entrance.

"Amitabha, the two donors, desecrated the Buddha Gate and left like this?"

It was already dozens of feet away from Huguo Temple, but there was a young monk who played Buddhist words behind him.

"You don't have to stay, you don't have to stay, you won't eat fasting, look, Huguo Temple is really polite!" Ling Muyun gaged and waved his hand to signal the lame nine to go quickly.

"Donor, it's polite!" The Taoist monk recited the Buddha's name, changed his gestures, and made a big peacock two-hand print.

"Om" came out of his mouth with the sound of meditation Paramita, and a white peacock flew out of his palms and went straight to the master and servant.

"It's rude!" Pushing the lame nine to a stagger, Ling Muyun's palm thunder was ready to go.

When the peacock spun and flew a few feet in front of him, the palm thunder bombarded the peacock continuously, almost becoming a straight line.

After a few breaths, Ling Muyun couldn't tell how many palm thunders he had used.

With a "boom", the peacock turned into a little white light three feet away from Ling Muyun, and dissipated at the same time as Lei Fa.

Ling Muyun and the monk each took three steps back.

"Amitabha!" Dao Li said a Buddha word, turned around and walked towards Huguo Temple.

"If you hit someone, you want to leave!" How could Ling Muyun stand this anger? The posture was about to perform the thunder method again, but the lame nine hurriedly got up and hugged Ling Muyun to dissuade him: "Son, a good man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him, this is in the realm of Huguo Temple!" ”

"Humph!" After receiving Lei Fa, Ling Muyun flicked his sleeves and turned around as well, pretending to be chic.

"Poof!" The moment he turned his back, a mouthful of blood almost spurted out and was swallowed by Ling Muyunsheng.

"Childe!" There was a hint of worry in the lame nine's concerned eyes.

"Out of the way!" Wiping the red at the corner of his mouth, Ling Muyun showed a touch of pride: "That little bald donkey is not comfortable either!" ”

Looking at the Taoist monk again, he walked to the temple gate, and a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the stone steps.

The monks in the courtyard saw that Daoli was injured and came to help.

"Little Uncle ......"

"Dingbei Ling Clan, is there such a young leader? It's not easy! Dao Li looked at the distant figure and muttered.

The master and servant returned to the small courtyard from a remote place, adhering to the principle of not caring about themselves and hanging high, closed the door, learned the style of Huguo Temple, and hung the word "thank you" on the door.

It backfired, and the more you didn't want to cause trouble, the more "disaster" came.

In the middle of the night, people came and went outside the door, and their footsteps were anxious.

The master and servant muttered quietly, I am afraid that someone will take advantage of the chaos to come to the Ling Mansion to search.

Immediately afterwards, Dingbei City began to burst into flames, begging for mercy, crying, infant cries and roosters and dogs barking together.

Occasional chaotic knocks on the door.

The master and servant were like great enemies, the ink blade in Ling Muyun's hand and the iron pot in Lame Jiu's arms were ready to break the net at any time.

That's it, he didn't dare to speak out in the small courtyard, and he didn't even dare to talk to each other, judging the situation in Dingbei City only by his voice.

Until a faint knock sounded, "Knock, knock!" ”

At first, the two didn't pay attention, after all, it wasn't just one or two who knocked on the door.

But then the voice touched the softness of Ling Muyun's heart: "Save my child!" Save the kids! ”

"Hey!" Ling Muyun stomped his feet: "I can't bear it!" ”

After speaking, he opened the courtyard door without hesitation.

It caught my eye on a woman sitting slumped in front of the door with her infant baby in her arms.

Seeing that the courtyard door was opened, the woman trembled and handed the baby in her hand with difficulty: "Help, save ......"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Ling Muyun subconsciously took the baby, only to find that the woman's abdomen had already been stabbed, and the internal organs almost flowed out, and she was hanging with only one breath.

Mother's love is like this.

"Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law! ”

Ling Muyun touched the scene, and regardless of the difference between men and women, he picked up the woman and returned to the courtyard.

Lame Nine opened the woman's pupils and sighed: "I can't save it!" Da Luo Immortal can't be saved when he comes. ”

Lame Jiu's medical skills, in Ling Muyun's opinion, are somewhat doorways, especially when Cripple Jiu once rescued Zhang San, who was beaten by Ling Muyun, which made Ling Muyun recognize Cripple Jiu's medical skills even more.

Stunned, Ling Muyun brushed away the tears that had fallen from the corners of his eyes: "The Ling family doesn't care, the overseers don't care, we have to take care of it!" ”

As for what's the matter, Lame Nine understood, so he picked up the black cauldron on the ground again, filled with righteous indignation.

"What are you going to do? Take good care of the children! Ling Muyun stopped Cripple Jiu: "I can't take care of you when the time comes!" ”

Lame Jiu let out an "oh", put down the iron pot in his hand again, and took the baby in Ling Muyun's arms: "Childe, don't be reckless." ”

Ling Muyun nodded heavily, swept through the narrow alleys and broken corridors, and ran towards the Ling Clan's gate.