After leaving Princess Jingchu's Baihua Garden, Ling Jing took Lianyi back to his residence in the capital. Today's series of fierce battles actually took a heavy toll on him, and he needed to find a quiet place to adjust his breathing as soon as possible.
Also, in this fight with Yi Xiaolou, he unexpectedly advanced the artistic conception of "Dugu Nine Swords" to the second level. He also needs to understand it carefully to consolidate it.
Returning to the room in the small courtyard, Ling Jing sat down cross-legged on the bed and said, "Girl, I will adjust my breath to restore my internal strength first. As for your parents, you can tell me later."
After saying that, he closed his eyes and let his Qi circulate around the sky.
Lian Yi sat down at the round table in the room, supporting her chin with one hand and staring at Ling Jing's face with her eyes, her expression soft.
The room was very quiet, and Lian Yi did not dare to make a sound to disturb Ling Jing's exercise at this time. She just propped her chin up and looked at the handsome face that was so familiar that she was gradually lost in thought.
About half an hour later, Ling Jing finally let out a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes.
This battle at the Yinghua Banquet really had an immeasurable impact on his martial arts. Not only did he understand the second level of the artistic conception of "Dugu Nine Swords", but he also improved a lot in his internal strength, which has exceeded three thousand three.
Hundred points.
There is also the Shenjian Hou's unique skill "Lingxi Yijian". Although this swordsmanship only has one move after it is truly learned, its power is astonishing. With his swordsmanship of the second level of artistic conception, it is even more unimaginable.
effect.
Immediately, he recalled the sixty-four sword moves derived from the "Lingxi Sword", and his eyes showed his thoughts.
"This sword technique is really weird. It has no artistic conception of its own, but it can be perfectly integrated into any artistic conception. Perhaps when the Divine Sword Master used this sword technique, his moves were different from mine."
According to common sense, it is impossible to master a master-level swordsmanship to the artistic conception level in three or two days, but after Ling Jing learned the "Lingxi Yijian", it seemed that he could easily combine this swordsmanship with the "Dugu Nine Swords".
"The artistic conception of " is perfectly integrated, and only then can this sword technique shine at today's Yinghua Banquet.
"But this is not bad. Otherwise, if you have too many unique martial arts skills and bite off more than you can chew, your swordsmanship will be delayed."
He already has a lot of unique martial arts, and he may learn a few more in the future, but an ordinary person may not be able to comprehend a martial arts to the artistic conception level in his entire life. No matter how high his understanding is, he still has limited energy.
.
"Except for the "Nine Swords of Dugu", the comprehension of several other unique martial arts can be temporarily slowed down. First, consolidate the "state of no self and no mind"."
After thinking about it, he raised his eyes and saw Lian Yi opposite him. He immediately opened his arms and said with a smile: "Come here quickly."
Lian Yi smiled sweetly. Like a cold plum blossom in the sky full of white snow, it bloomed quietly, her body moved automatically without wind, just like a drifting snowflake falling into Ling Jing's arms.
"Master, have you adjusted your breath?" Lian Yi asked softly, her white and slender arms hanging around Ling Jing's neck.
"Well, it's almost done." Ling Jing held her in his arms and lay down on the bed, caressing Lianyi's body as smooth and slender as silk, and couldn't help but kiss her on the face. He said: "Tell the young master now.
Tell me, what is the relationship between your parents and the Ming Cult?"
Lian Yi was adopted by the former leader of the Ming Sect when she was young. It would be hard to believe that her parents had no connection with this person.
Lian Yi lay in Ling Jing's arms, with her side face close to Ling Jing's chest, and said slowly: "I only know now that my mother was once the number one dancer at Yanwu Tower in Beijing, and later she met and had a relationship with my father.
I was married. But I haven’t had time to find out who my father is and what his relationship is with the Ming Cult."
"Yanwu Tower?" Ling Jing suddenly raised his eyebrows. This Yanwu Tower is quite famous in the capital. Even though he had only been in the capital for a few days, he had heard of this place.
But he really didn't expect that Lian Yi's biological mother would be the number one dancer in Yanwu Tower.
"There's something wrong with this." Ling Jing muttered: "Since your mother was once the number one dancer in Yanwu Tower, many people must know about her, but why is your father's identity unknown to anyone?"
Lian Yi shook her head, sighed, and said, "I don't know either, but one day, I will definitely find out."
Ling Jing nodded thoughtfully and comforted: "Don't worry, other people may not know this matter, but there is one person who definitely knows."
He guessed that Lian Yi's parents must have been involved in something big, so many people who knew about it would have been given hush orders. Otherwise, given Princess Jing Chu's power and status, it would have been impossible to find out such a small amount of information, and Lian Yi
It's hard to say whether Yi's parents are still alive in the world.
"Sir, are you talking about Han Yu, the leader of the Ming Cult?" Lian Yi was originally extremely smart, but when he heard what Ling Jing said, he immediately reacted.
"Well, other than him, I really can't think of anyone else who knows the inside story."
The former leader of the Ming Cult was Han Yu's mentor. If there is really any clue left in the Ming Cult, it must be in Han Yu's hands.
"I've actually thought about this, but Han Yu's martial arts skills are unfathomable. How could he tell me the truth for no reason?"
Lian Yi sighed quietly, feeling a little distressed.
Ling Jing smiled slightly and said: "Well, let's just wait and see what happens. Have you forgotten what the princess asked me to do?"
Princess Jingchu is plotting to get rid of Han Yu, and she seems to have learned about Han Yu's secret actions early on. It is estimated that there will be a big chaos in the capital soon. It is not yet known who will win, but he will not
Mind making the water a little muddier.
...
At nightfall, a figure silently came to the door of the small courtyard where Ling Jing lived and knocked lightly.
Not long after, Ling Jing walked out of the courtyard. When he saw the man, he immediately smiled and said, "Brother Le, I guessed it would be you."
The person who came was none other than Oxfam. He clasped his fists at Ling Jing and smiled, saying, "Congratulations to Brother Ling for defeating all the heroes at the Yinghua Banquet today and winning the first prize. In the future, who in the capital and even in the Central Plains will not know about Brother Ling?"
's famous name."
Ling Jing smiled faintly and said: "Brother Le, thank you very much. But let's get back to the business. When does the princess want us to start taking action?"
When it came to business, Oxfam immediately straightened his face and said, "Brother Ling, let's talk as we walk. The people over there will be arriving at the dock soon."
"Okay." Ling Jing nodded, and the two of them used Qinggong to climb up to the roof, with Oxfam leading the way. In the dark night, they saw two black shadows as fast as blue smoke on the roofs of various places like lightning.
pass by.
While galloping, Oxfam said with a serious face: "Brother Ling, in fact, the princess got the news as early as a month ago. Han Yu secretly purchased a large amount of goods from the Western Regions and smuggled them back to the capital. But what exactly was it?
We haven’t checked it out clearly yet, but Han Yu’s whereabouts have been very unusual recently, so we really have to be on guard.”
Ling Jing nodded, but didn't express anything. Oxfam looked in his eyes and sighed silently.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the two came to a large pier. It was late at night, and there were no people on the pier, only a few scattered lights swaying in the cold wind.
As soon as Ling Jing and Oxfa arrived, a dark figure suddenly jumped over from the roof of a nearby house, bowed to Oxfa, whispered a few words, and then hid aside.
The two of them found a corner in the darkness to hide, and Oxfam sent a message: "Han Yu's ship hasn't arrived yet. Brother Ling, let's wait a little longer."
Ling Jing nodded, and a blue light flashed in his eyes for a moment. Within a radius of one to twenty feet, he could see at least thirty-four masters lying in wait, most of whom were probably brought by Oxfam.
"Oxfam brought people to inspect Han Yu's goods tonight with great fanfare. It shouldn't be a fuss, but what exactly did Han Yu buy from the Western Regions that made them so nervous?"
He actually only believed half of what Oxfam said, knowing that this person was definitely not telling the truth to him. If they really didn't know what Han Yu was transporting back, why should they be so cautious.
"Anyway, just watch the fire from the other side. You want to drag me into the water, but you don't want to tell me the truth. You are really treating me like a fool." Ling Jing felt coldly in his heart, and then he closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.
Not long after, the sound of "clattering" water came from the pier, and then the sound of sails rustling against the night wind was heard.
"Coming."
Ling Jing opened his eyes, looked at Oxfam, and looked in the direction of the dock.
Three large ships, more than twenty feet long, slowly docked at the pier. In the dark night, everyone's vision was a little blurry. They saw a lot of lights on the ship. Someone had set up a ladder and was unloading the cargo. There were quite a few people.
"Brother Le, what are you going to do now? Don't you want to kill him directly?" Ling Jing glanced at Oxfam with a half-smile, wondering what his next plan was.
Oxfam said in a deep voice: "Brother Ling, you must not be careless. Look carefully at the people on the bow of the first ship." His eyes flashed, his face solemn, looking in the direction of the bow, his face
Showing a hint of fear.
Ling Jing frowned slightly and followed Oxfam's gaze.
Only three figures were seen standing on the bow of a large ship at the front. Their figures were blurry. Ling Jing secretly concentrated his inner energy on his eyes. There seemed to be light flowing in his eyes, and he quickly saw the faces of the three people clearly.
These three people are two men and one woman. The two men are about thirty years old. The age of the woman is hard to tell, but she is very charming. However, the appearance of these three people is very different from that of the Central Plains people.
She is blond and blue-eyed, and she looks like a foreigner at first glance.
"Brother Ling, have you ever heard of the Persian Ming Cult, the Three Ambassadors of Fengyunyue?" Oxfam suddenly sent a message to Ling Jing.
