"It's a pity that there is no alcohol ......"

"Next village, get an ox cart high and low."

The two of them walked together, eating and sleeping in the open, no better than when Ling Muyun was walking alone.

Fortunately, I am of a similar age and have similar interests, so I naturally talk a lot and I don't feel tired.

After three days of travel, I finally met a small tribe.

There are about seven or eight yurts, there are not many cows, but there are a lot of sheep, the wind blows the grass low, and it is quiet and peaceful.

In the nearest yurt, there was a young woman, twenty-eight years old, dressed not like a northern herdsman, holding her cheeks, looking at the two of them who were getting closer and closer with a curious face.

"Abu, you're here!"

The young woman's name was Sinnu, the daughter of the tribal patriarch Sinna.

"Xinnu, hurry back. The world is chaotic, where is the immortal heaven shining over? Out of the house came a man named Sinner, dressed in a blue-brown monochrome robe with lace trimmed at the neckline and corners.

The beard on the face is carefully tied into wisps, and the most conspicuous thing is the ring head knife on the waist, which is one of the standard configurations of the family of the Great Jin Dynasty.

"Friends from afar, I don't know why I came to this small tribe?" Sinner grasped the hilt of the knife in one hand and stroked his chest with the other.

"Patriarch, be polite! The two of us wanted to go to Tushan, passing by your ministry and begging for a glass of water. Ling Muyun returned the salute with a fist.

Sinner hesitated for a moment.

Today's claim that the king will be imprisoned tomorrow is like a matter of watching flowers, and the world has long been in chaos.

The two people who appeared suddenly did not look like people with evil faces, but the wicked people would not write the word "evil" on their faces, unlike slaves, who had an obvious identity after carving the words.

"Ling Muyun of the Northern Ling Clan, next to him is Yiyang Hou Ji Kuang, and there is no malice."

Ling Muyun saw Sinner's worries, and then spoke.

"Longxi Xin's family, Xinna, I've seen Yiyang Hou."

Sinner's words were polite, but he didn't salute.

Ling Muyun and the others have not been in the officialdom for a long time, so they naturally don't know that Lu Guang occupies Guzang, and there are faint signs of self-reliance.

A Marquis of Yiyang of the Jin Dynasty, in northern Xinjiang, is really not worth a big gift.

This identity may have a heavier weight on the cultivation world.

As for Dingbei City, it is just a small city, if you don't remember that Ling Tianjun has been famous for thousands of years, it is really difficult to mention.

Especially in the past two hundred years, there has not even been an official, and he is purely eating Ling Tianjun's old book.

After Sinner, he shouted into the house, "Lady Xin, prepare food and drinks to welcome guests from afar." ”

Mare's milk wine with Hu Cake and air-dried lamb made the two feast.

During the banquet, there were naturally more conversations.

"The Li clan in Longxi has a friend named Li Wei, I don't know if Patriarch Xin has heard of it." Ling Muyun took a bite of the jerky, and when he saw that the ring head knife system was not unique to the clan, he asked tentatively.

Before Sinner answered, Sinner's face turned red.

"Haha!" Seeing her daughter's shyness, Sinner couldn't help laughing: "Have the two brothers seen Li Wei?" ”

"Not only have I seen it, together in Qiuzi City, in ten years ......" Ji Kuang's mare's milk wine was pushed by Ling Muyun, and he took a big sip, and he also interrupted his words.

"Two days ago, we said goodbye to Qiuzi City, and we made an appointment to meet for ten years." Ling Muyun covered his face with a sea bowl and pretended to drink heavily to hide his blushing face from lying.

"Li Gongzi is in Qiuzi? Abu ...... "Xinnu looked at Sinner aggrievedly.

"Haha, tomorrow, I'll take you on a journey." Sinner's face was full of helplessness, and there was a hint of teasing.

"Abu is the best."

"Compared to Li Gongzi, who is better?"

The shyness of the "Abu ......" woman is always as tempting as an apple: "Ji Gongzi, Li Gongzi he...... He...... Luckily? ”

There was a burst of laughter, and Ji Kuang had no choice but to pour wine wildly, for fear that he would accidentally smash seven temples.

"Good! It's just ......" Ling Muyun deliberately paused for a moment, and only then did Xin Nu speak again with an anxious face: "I often talk about her unmarried mother." We still wonder what kind of fairy he remembers. ”

The smile on Xinnu's face was always a little shy.

"It's such a coincidence, and meeting here can be regarded as fulfilling our wishes."

Satiated.

Someone is easy to do.

Cattle are extremely heavy in herdsmen's homes, especially those that can pull carts.

However, Ling Muyun's words obviously entered Xin Nu's heart, and also made Xin Na satisfied.

Before leaving, he politely refused to stay.

But he got an ox cart, which was not luxurious, but a few jars of good wine, melons and fruits, and mutton in the cart showed Sinner's hospitality.

Ji Kuang sat on the wheel, and Ling Muyun lay in the ox cart.

Finally, the elegance of "singing on the cow and sitting down on the cow, returning to the side of the cow at night" was rounded.

Tu Shan.

The ox cart is very slow, and it cannot stand up to the elegance of style.

Scholars and doctors really know how to enjoy.

Ling Muyun was a little more comfortable than the scholars, after all, not every scholar could listen to the piano while sitting in an ox cart.

Especially Ji Kuang's Ji Qin, the sound of the piano is sorrowful, tossing and turning.

"It is rumored that Ji Zhongsan has a song of Guangling San, which one is?"

Ji Kuang is quite resentful of Ling Muyun, a person who loves to listen to music but has no sense of music, and loves to judge people.

"I haven't played Guanglingsan!" Ji Kuang's resentment increased a little more.

"Why don't you play? Don't be petty, play down and listen! Ling Muyun thought that Ji Kuang cherished the broom and was unwilling to play.

How do you know, when Ji Kang was slandered and killed, before he was sentenced, he asked for Ji Qin, and the song he played was "Guangling San".

The phrase "Never again!" ", indicating that Guanglingsan has broken off the inheritance.

After searching for it several times, Ji Shi did not have a score, so he broke off the idea of searching.

Therefore, Guangling San is almost a sound.

"However, I once got a piece of paper in the family library, which is the handwriting of the ancestors, and there are nameless tunes, do you want to listen to it?"

When Ji Kuang spoke, he was extremely serious, as if he had made a great decision.

"Oh? Bounce to hear it! Ling Muyun's interest was aroused at once.

"Phew!" Ji Kuang stopped the oxcart and pretended to be mysterious: "Stay away from the oxcart, don't be alarmed." ”

Ling Muyun looked puzzled, and followed Ji Kuang to the bottom of a low hill.

I saw Ji Kuang adjusting his breathing, sitting upright, and looking awe-inspiring.

Gently caressing Ji Qin, the first sound is monotonous, the second sound is mixed, the third sound, such as Cao Ge, and the fourth sound, the sound of the piano turns, and there is a killing atmosphere, which is cold to the bone.

Also, from the strings, a sword appeared in the air, not cumbersome, but it seemed to have the potential of ten thousand jun.

Ling Muyun was dumbfounded, and waited for the sword to stab out before he looked hearty.

Ji Kuang suddenly pressed the piano with both hands, stopped speaking, and stared at Ling Muyun with his eyes: "How is it?" ”

"How? Keep playing! ”

It's no wonder that Ling Muyun is a little anxious, he feels like a groom official at the moment, just after worshipping heaven and earth.

The cave room is also in trouble, and the hijab is also picked up, and a big girl who is like a flower and jade has a red face, "May you pick more".

But when he was waiting for the door, someone told him: I'm sorry, I'm the groom, your task is complete, you can go.

How uncomfortable is that?

What's even more uncomfortable is Ji Kuang's next words: "That's all, but it's extraordinary." ”

"It's not your uncle!"

Ling Muyun thought that it was very uncomfortable just now, who knows, it was even more uncomfortable than that.

When I was about to kick the door, I found out that the bride was a eunuch!

And Ling Muyun really couldn't raise the interest of "broken sleeves", and even felt a little nauseous.

"I went out for three years, firstly, because the conversation was really boring, and secondly, to see if I could find the clues, after all, Ji Qin originated from the Western Regions."