“Woo~”

The sound of the flute is melodious, as if it is in line with the breeze, and a faint worry echoes in the mountains of all things.

Yu Jing walked out of the bamboo house, with freshly warm rice wine on the tray, and quietly walked to the teacher. He looked at the second prince's back as he walked away, shook his head in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

Listening to the sound of the flute, a faint sourness surged in my heart.

In a trance, clouds and mist seemed to be gathering in the mountain breeze in front of me, as if I could see a college. The naughty boy looked around and the majestic master held a ruler and patted his palm.

He knew that the sound of the flute contained the teacher's unconscious will that flowed out from the teacher, and the vague scene was what the teacher thought at this time.

The teacher who teaches is the teacher's teacher.

Great Confucian, 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, it is not affordable for ordinary families to spend money. What about poor, rich and powerful military officials? That is what adults say. Most people can't afford to learn anything..."

Not sure what happened, Wang Muzhi put down the piccolo, recalled and said to himself:

"Fortunately, I don't like to study very much. I'm having fun with my playmates every day. Until that day, a scholar came to be the headmaster..."

Yu Jing listened silently, and he knew that the teacher just needed to talk and no one needed to talk to him.

"After that, he was a scholar, and he also studied every day. At first, he studied alone in the downtown area, but later, he guided others to study with him.

My friends were also attracted. Of course, the main reason was that he made some steamed buns from time to time. He was poor at that time, so he was quite happy to have more steamed buns.

But I didn't like it at the time, and I even fought with him a lot of wits and courage…”

Wang Muzhi smiled and missed in his eyes:

"Of course, the season was not better than it is now, but whenever I dreamed of it at midnight, I always thought and thought..."

Yu Jing put down the tray and presented it with rice wine, saying:

"Then why don't you meet him?"

"Shad to be shamed, can't be shamed."

Wang Muzhi sighed slightly:

"We are silent, as the shield to protect him, and on the contrary, as the steel knife to kill him..."

"Is it not possible to send off each other with a master or apprentice?"

Yu Jingmian was angry.

Wang Muzhi seemed to be moved, but after thinking about it, he lowered his head and drank silently:

"It is better not to see each other than to see each other."

...

"Spread beans and become soldiers..."

Listening to the faint sound of flute behind him, Zhang Lingfeng muttered to himself slightly. He weighed the projectile in his hand, and a faint light appeared in his eyes.

The number of supernatural powers has been rare since ancient times, but rare does not mean that every supernatural power is very powerful. On the contrary, there are actually very few supernatural powers that can be called powerful.

Among them, there is naturally this Wanxiang Mountain man.

Unlike the Xu Jing's sect who needs to absorb the breath of a powerful warrior before it can transform into a soldier, the methods of this Wanxiang Mountain man are much stronger.

Ordinary people call it "Sading Dou to Become a Soldier", but in fact, in his opinion, this magical power is more like a "censor into a shadow".

When I came, I sat on a bamboo chariot. When I returned, I was slightly dizzy, so there were luxurious chariots coming to pick them up. An old man stood with his hands down and welcomed him onto the chariot.

The old man waved his hand and asked his maid to go down and whispered:

"Criminal, you went to see Shanren, but what's the important thing?"

"Uncle Fu, how long have you been in the mansion?"

Zhang Lingfeng tightened the projectile and asked without replying.

The old man was stunned 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, I have followed you for thirty-two years and nine months..."

"Yes, you have followed me since the birth of this prince... It can be said that you have brought me up with one hand. Thank you so much for the years!"

Zhang Lingfeng sighed slightly.

"It is the honor of the old slave to be able to serve the prince, and I dare not say it is hard work."

The old man seemed to notice it, his face tightened slightly.

Zhang Lingfeng smiled and looked at him:

"I'm not working hard every day to travel between the two companies?"

"Crown Prince!"

The old man's body shook and was about to say something. A hand had fallen on his shoulder. His breath was not released, but it was as heavy as a mountain. He just pressed him down to kneel down.

Smack sex~

He chuckled with his palm, but there was no smile in Zhang Lingfeng's eyes, and there was only a coldness that almost flowed out:

"What I hate the most is not too betrayal. You always say that you are loyal to me, haha..."

"Criminal, don't make mistakes again and again..."

"wrong?!"

Zhang Lingfeng's tone suddenly rose, his breath was terrifying, like a tiger demon who was about to choose someone to eat:

"Then tell me, what's wrong with this prince?"

His face was gloomy, like a volcano that was about to erupt, dangerous and terrifying.

"It was the old man who ordered me to be killed. I didn't die immediately?"

"It was the old woman who imprisoned me for more than ten years. Did I hold on to the wrong way?"

"It's them who hurt me and made me lose my sons and grandchildren. I have any complaints in my heart?!"

His voice was gentle but cold. At the end of his speech, the old man was already crying and he kowtowed with trembling:

"Criminal, you can't be so ruthless..."

Dong!

Zhang Lingfeng stepped heavily on his head, and a ray of anger flashed in his eyes:

"I insist on trying it, can it be!

"Crown Prince!"

The old man had to say more, and he had been grabbed by a soldier and lifted up:

"Crown Prince, how to deal with this old dog?"

"He has followed me for many years, and there are some favors..."

Zhang Lingfeng calmed his anger and wiped his palms lightly:

"Looking for a Feng Shui treasure land, burying his family and his family."

"Crown Prince, please go around my family..."

The old man begged for mercy, but Zhang Lingfeng no longer looked at him. He raised his hand and called another person, saying:

"Notify Feng that Lin Er Camp banned all city gates and no one was allowed to enter or exit."

"yes!"

The soldier bowed and replied, "Where is the royal palace..."

"Do your thing!"

Zhang Lingfeng slowly stood up and stopped the carriage.

Before the palace, Zhang Wen'an was so cruel that he leaned on a crutch, his face was as heavy as water, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Zhang Lingfeng got out of the car slowly, looked around the guards in front of the palace with a solemn expression. The guest servant, his eyes fell on Zhang Wen'an:

"It seems that there are many spies buried by my second uncle."

"Sad, how dare you collude with Taoist Lin from Yulong Temple!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Zhang Wen'an's eyes were very cold:

"If I had known this, I would have strangled you to death with my own hands 18 years ago!"

"Now, it's not too late, why don't you try it?"

Zhang Lingfeng looked calm and stood in front of the door with his hands in his arms. The guards were as if they were facing a great enemy.

"Do you think you've learned a genius of evil magic, that's amazing?"

Zhang Wen'an was leaning on the ground with a bamboo stick, and the whole street roared.

"Stop!"
To be continued...