C52 Different meridians

"Big brother Ling Yun!" Qin Yinyue had thought that Ling Yun was immersed in his emotions. She walked to Ling Yun's side with gentle steps, her face slightly flushed, and shouted gently while holding Ling Yun's hand.

"Yue'Er, I'm fine." Ling Yun chuckled, he then looked at Yan Lu and slowly said: "General Yan, I will trouble you to send a few guards to guard my mother's mourning hall. Apart from me and my royal father, no one else is allowed to enter. If anyone dares to enter, we can do so later. "

"Yes!" Your Highness, your subordinate will handle this matter! " Yan Lu bowed slightly, cupped his fists and said, then slowly retreated back to the door. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Ling Yun suddenly called out to him, "General Yan, please hold your steps!"

"Your Highness, is there anything else?" Yan Lu stopped in his tracks, and looked at Ling Yun with some suspicion.

Ling Yun's face revealed a look of awkwardness, he scratched his head and asked: "Other than the armor that I have prepared, is there anything else in the residence?"

Yan Lu's face turned cold, his eyes full of suspicions, what did Ling Yun want the armor for, to recruit troops?

Although his heart was filled with doubt, he still respectfully cupped his fists and replied, "Your Highness, there are indeed some armor in the mansion, but they are all ordinary weapons. Although the Black Armored Iron Army still has more than a dozen sets, without Your Highness' order, this subordinate is unable to use them.

Ling Yun waved his hand and said: "Black Armored Iron Army's equipment is already scarce, leave it for me. Later, give me a hundred sets of heavy armor, the kind that weighs two hundred kilograms. Don't be too big. In addition, take one of them to Master Liu Xian so he can inscribe the Gravity Spell and send someone to help me deliver it to the Black Bamboo Manor. I have uses for it. "

Liu Xian was the highest ranked art refiner, a high ranked Level 4. His temper was mild and he did not have any other common ailment in art refiner ? ? he was arrogant and conceited.

Ling Yun was very interested in the Dao of Spirit Marking. In the past, when he had nothing to do, he would often look for to learn the art of inscriptions. He could understand the spirit patterns carved by Liu Xian easily, but he could not cultivate and his strength was not enough to become a Martial Master. He could not release his mental force, which made Liu Xian feel extremely regretful.

"Yes sir!" Yan Lu's mouth twitched, and cupped his fists. He was extremely confused, what exactly was His Highness the Crown Prince doing with a two hundred jin heavy armor, was it given to those little fellows in Black Bamboo Manor? With how heavy it was, could those little fellows even carry it?

However, he did not ask about it. Instead, he turned around and left, his mind filled with doubts. In any case, before Ling Zhan left yesterday, she wanted to tell him that he had to agree to any request the His Highness the Crown Prince had. Even if this request was outrageous, there was no need to ask too much.

His guess was right, the heavy armor Ling Yun wanted was indeed prepared for those young boys and girls. With the help of the heavy armor, the results should be pretty good! The corner of Ling Yun's mouth rose slightly.

"Yun'er, what do you want those heavy armor s for?" Murong Xiaoxiao asked, her heart was also filled with curiosity. In the past, Ling Yun could not absorb the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. Aside from the time when he was tempering his body, he spent the rest of his time focusing on his zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He wasn't too interested in leading his soldiers to war. Ling Zhan and Qin Yang were not at ease either. They wanted him to lead their troops for the war, so they let him do what he wanted.

Ling Yun curled his lips, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Isn't it those little fellows? I heard that I was severely injured not long ago, and they shouted that they wanted to take revenge for me, to let me think of a way to quickly increase their strength! That's all I can think of. "

If Lin Xie and the others heard this, they would definitely cry out. Although they wanted to quickly increase their strength, they did not let Ling Yun think of a way.

"Yun'er, they are still just children. Two hundred kilograms of heavy armor, that's a bit inappropriate, right?!" Murong Xiaoxiao said worriedly, but his eyes also revealed a look of relief, those little fellows knew how to repay a debt of gratitude, not bad, Ling Yun did not adopt them for free.

However, Ling Yun this brat was just too ruthless. Wearing two hundred kilogram worth of heavy armor s, let alone those little guys that did not go through proper training, even a hundred years of battle as an Iron Blood Warrior might not be able to do it!

200 jins. It would be difficult for even an early martial artist to move it, much less wear it.

Ling Yun shook his head, his body gradually releasing a burst of powerful Qi, his eyes revealed a sharp glint, and said: "They are improving too slowly, they are not at the limit of what they can bear, their progress is extremely slow, and even their potential is wasted. Only by pushing them to their limits and stimulating their potential will they be able to quickly increase their strength and help me in the future. "

Murong Xiaoxiao lightly shook her head and did not speak any further, but she could feel that Ling Yun was no longer the weak scholar who carried a scholarly aura, but more like an iron-blooded war general.

"I want to train with them too!" Qin Yinyue suddenly said.

"No way!" As soon as she finished speaking, two somewhat stern voices sounded at the same time.

"Why?" Qin Yinyue looked at Ling Yun and Murong Xiaoxiao with a wronged expression. Murong Xiaoxiao could barely understand why she did not agree to it, but why didn't Ling Yun agree?

"Yue'Er, my training method is not suitable for you!" How could he bear to have Qin Yinyue undergo such hellish training? If he did, it would be strange if he didn't die from the heartache.

"Why not? Isn't there a girl in the Black Bamboo Manor? Could it be that in your eyes, I can't even be compared to them? " Qin Yinyue's eyes were filled with tears.

Ling Yun felt a headache and looked at Murong Xiaoxiao, begging for help. His eyes were filled with helplessness.

"Yue'Er, if you want to cultivate, mother will personally guide you. With mother's help, you will be able to become a Martial Master very soon!" Murong Xiaoxiao gently rubbed Qin Yinyue's small head, her red lips slightly parted as she softly asked.

"Brother Ling Yun can also guide my cultivation!" Qin Yinyue pouted her red lips and looked at Ling Yun in anticipation. Ling Yun was a practitioner with perfect Martial Saint in his previous life, and was much stronger than her mother. Of course, this wasn't the main reason. The main reason was that she wanted to be with Ling Yun at all times.

Murong Xiaoxiao's face darkened. No matter what, she was still a Martial King Expert, so her status was still respected. If Qin Yinyue wasn't her daughter, she wouldn't have had the patience to teach him!

In the end, this girl typically forgot her mother when she had a fiance. In order to be together with Ling Yun, she could even call out such a panic. How could Ling Yun have the experience to teach her that?

Ling Yun helplessly rubbed his nose, let out an awkward and light cough, and said with a wry smile: "Yue'Er, you need to know that the meridians of males and females are different, so I'm more suitable to guide you in your cultivation."

Hearing this, Murong Xiaoxiao and Qin Yinyue's faces immediately flushed red. They fiercely glared at Ling Yun, whose eyelids were slightly closed.

Ling Yun shrunk his neck back and smiled awkwardly, his face was also red, revealing an awkward expression. As a man, saying such words in front of a woman was indeed a yes, some of them were true.

"Humph!" Qin Yinyue rolled her eyes at Ling Yun, her face a little red. She snorted and did not say anything else to prevent Ling Yun from saying anything more.

Ta ta ta ta!

Very soon, Yan Lu led eight guards who wore gray armor and held spears that flickered with a cold luster and whose expressions were cold and solemn, and walked over.

These eight soldiers all released the aura of Samurai Completion. This kind of strength could already be considered elite in the private army of the Fifty Thousand Royal Mansion. After all, the private army of the Duke's Mansion was not the Black Armored Iron Army.

According to what Ling Yun knew, in the Battle King's Mansion, the most powerful was not the Black Armored Iron Armor, nor the royal guards of the Wang Wan Palace. That was the elite army of the Battle King's Mansion, the elite army that had been selected from the other armies.

Moreover, they were absolutely loyal to the Battle King's Mansion, and were led by the other major general under Ling Zhan's command, Tie Long. They only listened to Ling Zhan's orders.

"His Highness the Crown Prince!" When they were only a few meters away from Ling Yun, they stopped, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully.

Yan Lu did not kneel to the ground, he only cupped his hands towards Ling Yun, called out to His Highness the Crown Prince, and then cupped his hands towards Murong Xiaoxiao and Qin Yinyue.

With his identity and strength, even if he met Ling Zhan and Ling Ao, he would be exempt from kneeling in respect.

"Get up!" Ling Yun looked at the eight Duke Palaces in front of him that were faintly emitting auras of iron blood, nodded, and said gently.

"Yes sir!" The eight guards stood up, looked at Ling Yun, and waited for his orders.

"From now on, you guys will take turns watching over the mourning hall day and night. You can't even put a fly in there. Do you understand?" Ling Yun instructed.

"Yes sir!" The eight guards clasped their fists respectfully.

"Leave four people here, the other four should go rest first!" To replace them in the evening. " Ling Yun waved his hand and said.

"Yes sir!" The eight guards nodded. Four of them walked to the front door of the mourning hall with sonorous footsteps. The remaining four entered a room not too far away.

"Your Highness, that hundred sets of heavy armor have already been moved to the front of the Duke's Mansion. However, Great Master Liu has matters to attend to today at the art refiner Merchant Guild, so he is not in the Duke Palaces. That set of heavy armor that needs to be inscribed with Gravity Spirit Inscriptions can probably be sent to the Black Bamboo Manor tomorrow, and if Your Highness is busy with it, I can ask the other art refiner s in the Duke Palaces to help out. " Yan Lu cupped his fists and said.

"I'm not busy!" Ling Yun waved his hands, and said indifferently. He did not want to see those fellows with low level, yet with their noses to the sky, "Since Great Master Liu has matters to attend to, then let's inscribe again tomorrow!"

Looking at Murong Xiaoxiao and Qin Yinyue at the side, Ling Yun laughed: "Aunt, Yue'Er, I will go to Black Bamboo Manor first."

"Go! "Be careful!" Murong Xiaoxiao nodded and reminded her.

"En!" Ling Yun nodded, glanced at Ning Tianya, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and said: "Fober, come find me tomorrow morning at Black Bamboo Manor."

"Yes!" This old servant understands! " Ning Tianya lowered his head, rolled his eyes, and said while clenching his teeth.