Chapter 369 In Longyuan City, a loving mother and a filial son (first update)
"Woo~"
The melodious sound of the flute seems to match the breeze, and a touch of worry echoes in Wanxiang Mountain.
Yu Jing walked out of the bamboo house with freshly warm rice wine on the tray. He walked quietly to the teacher. He glanced at the retreating back of the second son, shook his head inwardly, but said nothing.
Listening to the sound of the flute, I felt a touch of sourness in my heart.
In a daze, there seemed to be clouds and mist gathering in the mountain breeze in front of me, and I seemed to be able to see an academy, with naughty boys looking left and right, and a majestic master holding a ruler and tapping his palms.
He knew that the sound of the flute contained the teacher's will that unconsciously overflowed and affected him. The blurry scene was what the teacher was thinking at this time.
The master who teaches is the teacher’s teacher.
The great scholar, Xu Wenji.
"There are only seven private schools in Pingshan City, and only two of them are open to the public. But if you want to attend, the money spent is not something ordinary families can afford. The poor in culture and the rich in martial arts are what adults say. Most people
, can’t learn anything…”
Not knowing why, Wang Muzhi put down his piccolo, recalled, and muttered to himself:
"Fortunately, I don't like studying very much. I was very happy playing with my playmates every day. Until that day, a scholar came to catch my head..."
Yu Jing listened silently, knowing that the teacher just needed to talk and didn't need anyone to talk to him.
"After all, he was a scholar who worked as a policeman and read every day. At first, he read alone in the busy city. Later, he guided others to read with him when they had time.
The friends were also attracted, of course, mainly because he would build some hutou from time to time. We were all poor at that time, so it would be nice to have more hutou...
But I didn’t like it at the time, and I had a battle of wits with him many times..."
Wang Muzhi had a smile and nostalgia in his eyes:
"Of course, life at that time was not better than now, but every time I dreamed about it at midnight, I always thought about..."
Yu Jing put down the tray, served rice wine to him, and said:
"Then why don't you go see his old man?"
"Can't see it, can't see it."
Wang Muzhi sighed slightly:
"Our silence is a shield to protect him, on the contrary, it is a steel knife to kill him..."
"The friendship between master and apprentice is not limited to seeing each other off, right?"
Yu Jing looked unhappy.
Wang Muzhi seemed to be moved, but after thinking about it, he lowered his head and drank in silence:
"It's better not to see it than to hate it."
…
"Throwing beans makes an army..."
Listening to the faint sound of the flute behind him, Zhang Lingfeng murmured slightly to himself. He weighed the projectiles in his hands, and there was a faint light in his eyes.
People with magical powers have been rare since ancient times, but scarcity does not mean that every person with magical powers is very powerful. On the contrary, there are actually very few people with magical powers who can be called powerful.
Among them, naturally there is this man from Wanxiang Mountain.
Unlike Xu Jing's sect who needs to absorb the aura of a powerful warrior before he can be transformed into a soldier, the methods of this Wanxiang Mountain man are much more powerful.
Ordinary people would call it spreading beans and forming soldiers, but in fact, in his opinion, this magical power is more like a 'clone'.
When he came, he was sitting in a bamboo chariot. When he returned, the sky was a little dark, and a luxurious chariot came to pick him up. An old man stood with his hands lowered and welcomed him into the chariot.
The old man waved the maid down and whispered:
"Your Majesty, you went to see the mountain man, but what's the important matter?"
"Uncle Fu, how long have you been in the mansion?"
Zhang Lingfeng tightened his grip on the projectile and asked questions without replying.
The old man was startled and replied:
"It has been fifty-four years since the old slave took off his armor and entered the mansion... After the prince was born, the old slave has followed you for thirty-two years and nine months..."
"Yes, you have been with me since my son was born... It can be said that you raised me single-handedly. You have worked hard these years!"
Zhang Lingfeng sighed slightly.
"It's an honor for me to serve the Crown Prince. I dare not say it's hard work."
The old man seemed to be aware of it, and his face tightened slightly.
Zhang Lingfeng looked at him with a smile:
“It’s hard to travel back and forth between the two families every day, isn’t it hard?”
"Your Majesty!"
The old man's body trembled, and just as he was about to say something, a hand fell on his shoulder, holding his breath but not releasing it, but it was as heavy as a mountain, forcing him to kneel down.
Bang bang bang~
Touching his palms and smiling softly, Zhang Lingfeng had no smile at all in his eyes, but only an indifference that almost overflowed:
"What I hate most is betrayal. You keep saying you are loyal to me, haha..."
"Your Majesty, don't make the same mistake again and again..."
"wrong?!"
Zhang Lingfeng's tone suddenly rose, and his breath was terrifying, like a tiger demon that was about to choose people and devour them:
"Then tell me, where did I go wrong?!"
His face was gloomy, like a volcano about to erupt, dangerous and terrifying.
"The old man ordered me to be killed. Is it wrong that I didn't die immediately?"
"The old woman imprisoned me for more than ten years. Is it wrong for me to survive?"
"Or are they trying to harm me and make me cut off my descendants? Is it wrong for me to complain?!"
His voice was soft but cold. By the end of the sentence, the old man was in tears, and he kowtowed tremblingly:
"Your Majesty, you can't, you are being treasonous and unethical..."
Boom!
Zhang Lingfeng stepped heavily on his head, a light of pain and anger flashed in his eyes:
"I want to try it to see if it works!"
"Your Majesty!"
The old man wanted to say more, but a soldier grabbed him by the back of his neck and lifted him up:
"Your Majesty, what should I do with this old dog?"
"He has followed me for many years, and he has some kind of favor..."
Zhang Lingfeng restrained his anger and gently wiped his palms:
"Looking for a geomantic treasure, he buried his whole family generously."
"Your Majesty, please go around my family..."
The old man struggled to beg for mercy, but Zhang Lingfeng no longer looked at him. He raised his hand to call another person and said:
"Inform Feng, Lin's Second Battalion has sealed all city gates and does not allow anyone to enter or exit."
"yes!"
The soldier bowed in response and asked again: "Where is the palace..."
"Do your thing!"
Zhang Lingfeng stood up slowly and the chariot stopped.
There was a scene of solemnity in front of the palace. Zhang Wen'an was leaning on a cane, his face as heavy as water, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
Zhang Lingfeng got out of the car slowly, looked around at the serious-looking guards in front of the palace, and his eyes fell on Zhang Wen'an:
"It seems that my second uncle has quite a few spies buried around me."
"Nie Zhan, how dare you collude with Taoist Lin from Jade Dragon Temple!"
Zhang Wen'an's eyes were cold:
"If I had known this, I should have strangled you to death with my own hands eighteen years ago!"
"Now, it's not too late, why don't you give it a try?"
Zhang Lingfeng looked calm and stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back. He was guarding the guests as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Do you think you'll be able to do something bad if you learn some evil magic?"
Zhang Wen'an leaned his bamboo stick on the ground, and the whole long street roared.
"Stop it!"
Before he could take action, a sigh came from the door.
"Old sister-in-law!"
"Old lady!"
"princess!"
Upon hearing this voice, except for Zhang Lingfeng, the expressions of everyone outside the door changed.
"Second brother, do you really want to use weapons in the house?"
The old lady seemed to be getting older and older, she sighed softly.
"Ha~"
Seeing the old woman, Zhang Lingfeng thought that his heart was hard enough and he was well prepared, but he still couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart:
"How?"
"The anger and resentment in your heart is all about me, so why hurt innocent people?"
The old woman rolled up her sleeves and exposed her withered arms:
"Today, I will give you a chance to kill me!"
call!
In front of the palace, there seemed to be a cold wave surging. All the guests looked at each other in confusion. Only Zhang Wen'an spoke up to stop him, but the old woman waved her hand down.
"Old sister-in-law..."
Zhang Wen'an was about to speak but stopped, feeling depressed and then retreated.
Even twenty years ago before his brother was seriously injured and fell into coma, his old sister-in-law firmly occupied the throne of the number one master in the palace and even Longyuandao.
It was only later that the people from Wanxiang Mountain came here and they were let out.
But how could he bear to let mother and son meet each other in battle...
"kill you?"
Zhang Lingfeng was startled at first, then laughed so hard that tears flowed down his face:
"God, how can someone like Zhang be so virtuous and capable that he has such parents?"
"Hahaha!"
He laughed and backed away. Later, the laughter and tears disappeared from his face, replaced by a dead silence without any emotional fluctuations:
"You still want to kill me, okay, then come on!"
boom!
The old woman slowly raised her hand, and suddenly she heard the sound of horse hooves running like thunder in the long street in the distance, and even further away, there were several roars in succession.
The city gate was slammed shut.
…
"Is this Daocheng?!"
Looking at this majestic city from a close distance, Li Eryi, who had traveled around for half his life, couldn't help but marvel.
In comparison, even Qingzhou City seems a bit insignificant.
He led the carriage and got off the ferry. Suddenly he realized something was wrong and he drove the horse in a hurry. The gate of Longyuan City was tall enough and eye-catching. He glanced over and saw that the gate seemed to be about to close.
"Long Yuan Guards are back in the city, get out of the way quickly!"
Seeing that the city gate was about to close, Li Eryi had an idea and pulled up the tiger skin of the man in the carriage. After everyone gave in, he jumped in and entered the city gate.
Boom!
The tall city gates were closed heavily, ruthlessly shutting out many people, causing an uproar, but under the iron-blooded hands of Long Yuanwei, no one dared to stop them.
"so close!"
Li Er, who was driving the carriage, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw it. He hurried slowly and finally dared to enter the city before the city gate was closed.
But, does this city close so early?
It doesn’t look like it’s dark yet…
"Something's wrong..."
In the carriage, Wang Jingqi, who was still a little pale, seemed to realize something. He suddenly opened the curtain and looked into the distance.
In the battle at Yuanming Valley, he almost died there, but luckily he survived. After that, he continued to cultivate until he could stand up. He did not go back to Daocheng directly, but went to explore the whereabouts of other Longyuan guards.
When passing through Deyang Mansion, I met Qiu Zhanyu and learned about what happened next.
Later, when he heard that he was going back to Daocheng, Li Eryi came to work as his groom.
He originally wanted to refuse, but for Yang Yu's sake, he had to acquiesce. It was a matter of bringing one more person with him.
"No, not good?!"
Li Eryi's heart thumped.
"Yeah, it's not good."
Wang Jingqi silently swallowed a blood-burning pill and got out of the car slowly:
"Run away!"
"Wha, what? Why did you run away?"
Li Eryi was a little confused.
Then I heard the thunderous sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer, and a group of black-clad swordsmen rode down the street and galloped towards me, their evil aura was overwhelming.