C14 Planning

And now, they still needed to confirm whether the person who came tonight was a spy set up by the imperial government to uncover whether Prince Ling's residence was really the old department of Prince Ling's residence, or if it really was the old department of Prince Ling's residence.

"If Senior still hasn't left, I would like to make a deal with Senior."

As for whether or not he heard it, whether or not the man in black would appear again, was not his concern. Without Claus and Claus, Ling Yun did not have to worry too much about it. The two of them treated Ling Yun as their friend, and Ling Yun had always disliked his friends seeing the darkness in his heart.

Just like Mr. Meng and Mr. Jiugui, although they both knew that their killing intent was extremely strong and their hatred was deep, at least Liu Tie showed a manner that could suppress their murderous intent and hatred.

When the demon in his heart no longer had a cage, Ling Yun felt that he would definitely disappoint Mister.

He did not want to disappoint him.

Just as Ling Yun spread the white paper, the black clothed man appeared behind Ling Yun again and said indifferently: "What qualifications do you have to make a deal with me?"

"If Senior has enmity with the young prince of the Martial Imperial Manor and wishes to make a move through my two friends, Junior can help you out here. After all, this is a mutually beneficial matter, but junior wishes to obtain some information on the Liang City.

Ling Yun said slowly.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the painting on Ling Yun's white paper. It was of a flood dragon emerging from the sea, and although it was a bit ugly, it was indeed a flood dragon emerging from the sea. And there was only one person who dared to use a flood dragon as a symbol — Prince Ling! The man in black's breathing quickened. He picked up the young man in front of him and made him sit across from him. "Who are you?

Ling Yun tidied his clothes and looked indifferent: "A person who wants to make a deal with senior. At least for now, it seems that the deal between you and me is mutually beneficial, isn't that right?"

The black clothed man held the white paper and his killing intent flashed. He coldly said, "How do you know about this pattern?"

"There are many ways. It can be a secret case of the imperial government. It can be someone who participated in it all those years ago, or someone who participated in it all those years ago. Senior, which type do you wish it to be?" I don't want me to be the second kind anyway. "

Ling Yun said with a faint smile.

"If you don't say it, then die! I don't have time to waste here with you! " The blade of the man in black sliced open Ling Yun's neck. With a little more force, Ling Yun would have been killed.

Ling Yun didn't have the slightest trace of fear in his eyes, "But no matter which one it is now, I think that looking at the current situation, there doesn't seem to be any hatred between us."

Ling Yun started to analyze what he knew so far to deduce the future of Soong Dynasty.

What was important was that the Soong Dynasty Emperor was fearful of him. Back then, among the three great princes, only the Martial King remained. The battle between the north and the north had always continued.

Another prince was stripped of his title and placed in the southern Spirit Aviation City to age.

And among the five marquis, there was also Marquis Xueai, the brother-in-law of the Emperor of Soong Dynasty. He was deeply favored by the Emperor of Soong Dynasty and had the highest possibility of accepting the authority of a Martial King.

Furthermore, the son of the Martial King Palace was arrogant and despotic in the capital, and had long been filled with anger and resentment. Most of the Civilian Minister had thought of pulling the Martial King down for this matter, so if they wanted to make a move on the Martial King Palace, they would have to start from the bottom of their hearts with the son of the Martial King Manor.

After getting rid of the Martial King, if Marquis Xueai wanted to be promoted, he would definitely have to achieve military merits. This would allow him to have a much larger range of operations …

Ling Yun's words were only directed at the Martial King, but it had already moved the black-clothed man's heart. From the looks of it, this person before them could indeed help them eliminate the Martial King.

"As for who I am or who I am, it's not important right now. You are useful to me, and I'm useful to you as well. And I'm only a weak scholar. One day, if I want to endanger your interests, it's very easy to kill me." Ling Yun said lightly.

"You expected me to appear from the beginning?" Even though it was a question, the man in black stated it aloud.

Ling Yun's fingers were pinching the edge of the blade as he slowly lifted it up. He smiled and said, "By the time we arrived here from Wu Yuan, I was already under your surveillance."

"Three days later, I will send someone to deliver the Liang City nomination to you, but what do you plan to do?" The man in black was curious.

Ling Yun saw that he had retracted his saber and let out a long sigh of relief. He patted his chest in fright and said softly, "Everyone has a weakness."

The Soong Dynasty recommendation system was just to provide a shortcut for those aristocratic children who could not get a rank on the exam but were also influential in their families. It was also one of the methods that the Soong Dynasty Emperor used to appease those aristocratic families and there were still three to four months before the end of the year.

The beggars he took care of before could now be used. Ling Yun rubbed his chin and thought, "Not everyone can be good if they know evil. And the Confucianism is right here, teaching people to be good."

He had no foundation, so how could he not be famous if he wanted to nominate someone?

Mister did not object to achievements, but to weigh the pros and cons, to understand the good and the evil, and to draw a line between the two. Amongst the Six Arts of a gentleman, this was the case in the case of meritorious services.

The man in black observed Ling Yun for a long time. If those two young masters of the Wu Steel Manor were able to do it, they would probably be at this age now. The second young master was sent away, but the old servant who was protecting the second young master had already been killed.

"Senior, is there anything else?"

Ling Yun asked softly.

The man in black shook his head. Perhaps he was just thinking too much about the past. The young man in front of him now looked much more pleasing to the eye. "In three days, someone will naturally deliver the item to young master."

"Alright, then I'll be troubling you, Senior."

Ling Yun said with a smile.

Regardless of whether this matter was set to happen or not, the black clothed man had no ill intentions towards him, so he could temporarily save his own life …

However, he also needed to be more careful. He almost forgot that this was a world of cultivators, and he couldn't act recklessly.

Mr. Jiugui said that swordsmen should learn to play the zither. Back then, Ling Yun had asked Mr. Jiugui why, and Mr. Jiugui said, "Little Ling Yun, think about it, we swordsmen have the strongest killing power. We can control our swords thousands of miles away and take the enemy's head. How fast is that? After this flying sword collects its head, it will play a melody. Wouldn't a pot of fine wine be the most extravagant? "

Ling Yun knew a bit about zither arts, but he was not proficient in it. Regardless of whether it was good or bad, he could become famous, but whether it was good or bad, that was not important.

In order to achieve the best results, the process was not that satisfying.

The next morning, after Ling Yun finished reading, he went to the shopkeeper and drank a bowl of porridge. The storekeeper didn't mind, he didn't mind the conflict between Ling Yun and the people of the Martial Imperial Manor even more.

After the meal, Ling Yun first went to the beggars' house to walk around. The number of beggars in a country was enough to tell whether or not the country's policies were being implemented; and the number of swindlers was enough to see whether or not the Confucianism was shining brightly like the sun on the human world. Unfortunately, it seemed that in all the Nine Regions, countries were similar.

After walking around for a bit, Ling Yun returned to the starting point. He looked at these people with healthy limbs that were doing begging, and asked: "Why don't you find a job?"

Some beggars hated Ling Yun to the extreme, "Why didn't you give us something to eat?"

"Why do I have to give it to you?" Ling Yun asked, "You have hands and feet, you can hear and speak. Why don't you go earn some food yourself?"

"If I'm already like this, why do I have to work harder?"

Ling Yun suddenly smiled. His smile was very cold, "Then why don't you go and die?"

Ling Yun stood up and said indifferently, "Three days later, I will find you work. If you are willing, if you can take all the hardships, come with me. If you are lazy and can't do all the hard work, stay here and wait for your death."

Ling Yun's gaze turned colder and colder, "I gave you my food because I'm kind. When I don't give you my food, it's not because I'm not kind, but because I feel that my kindness has been wasted by you guys. There are so many people like you in this world, it makes people's hearts cold."

"Big brother, here."

A trembling child ran over and grabbed Ling Yun's pants legs. His hands were clean and his body was dirty. In his hands, he was holding half a clean steamed bun. The child's eyes were slightly red and he dodged a bit, but he still stubbornly raised his other hand.

"For me?"

Ling Yun squatted down and looked at the beggar in a gentle manner.

The little beggar nodded, Ling Yun asked softly, "You can't even fill your stomach, why are you giving it to me?"

Ling Yun gently stroked his head. It was as if he saw ten years ago, a child holding a cold corpse, helpless and desperate. The sky seemed to have turned pitch black at that moment, and then it suddenly fell down, crushing the child's heart, crushing all his beautiful dreams …

"Father, father, he …"

An extremely skinny woman stumbled over and picked up the beggar. She knelt on the ground and apologized profusely, "Gongzi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Caogen doesn't know anything and dirtied your clothes."

Ling Yun smiled and rubbed Caogen's head. "Caogen's name is very good. The weeds can sprout anywhere and withstand the wind and rain. Little Wu Tie, if you're a man, then don't cry, alright?"