C18 For the People

All of you want revenge and have resentment in your hearts because of the Wu Steel Manor. You are also implicated by them, so it is understandable for you to want to kill me. "Ling Yun's face flushed red, but he did not use any sword aura," However, like Lord Hee Zhang, I will make a deal with you, and I will avenge the Wu Steel Manor. I will punish everyone that participated in the past, and if you trust me, I can think of a way to find a place of rest for all of you in this mansion.

Ling Yun patted the wooden sword at his waist, "If you want to kill me, you will have to pay the price. If I, Ling Yun, were to die here today, you would all disappear as well."

The lady in red turned to Ling Yun and said gently, "I don't have any intention of killing you, but since you also want to deal with Marquis Xueai's group, of course there's the possibility of cooperation between us."

"But what do you want to do?"

The woman in red asked.

Ling Yun answered with a question, "Where did the Grand Master who killed you and the Prefect go now?"

"That Grand Master has already gone to the capital. He is now a general from the Forbidden Army of the capital. As for that Prefect, he is now the President of the Ministry of Justice." Of course Hee Zhang told them this.

Ling Yun nodded, "I didn't think it would be so simple," he suddenly said, "I remember that the Taoists have the Soul Lock Curse to stabilize the ghost. I'll look around later, you guys can use it to cultivate."

The Soul Lock Spell was mostly used on normal cultivators to calm one's mind and stabilize one's soul.

However, it was extremely useful for ghosts and ghosts, as ghosts and ghosts were just hollow spirits, so the Soul Lock Spell was very useful.

"Soul Lock Spell?" It was just that they hated those who were rich and heartless, and lived in this old mansion all year round. When had they ever heard of a Body Securing Curse? In the past, when they saw cultivators, they had always been in awe of them, but now they had no choice but to look up at them.

Seeing Ling Yun nod, one of the girls excitedly said, "Does that mean we can cultivate in the future as well?"

"Of course." Ling Yun also had a smile on the corner of his mouth. He was not selfish at all to help these seven ghost girls. Ling Yun was definitely more magnanimous and guilty than anyone else for being implicated by the Wu Steel Manor. These people were truly innocent.

"I will look for some magic that is suitable for your cultivation." Ling Yun sighed. "If you want revenge, it is not a temporary accomplishment, so you may have to wait for a long time. It is even possible that you might really disappear."

"If you succeed and want to be reincarnated, I will think of a way as well. All of this will be up to you." Ling Yun said solemnly. When his foster father was still alive, he had never treated anyone who had rendered meritorious service meritorious, and even when facing the enemy captives, it was still extremely worth it. In his words, it was only a matter of standing being different and fighting for the benefits of his father's high position.

Of course, for the enemies who slaughtered the people of Soong Dynasty willfully, my foster father would never show mercy.

At that time, in the army, his father was still alive. At that time, Ling Yun was still young, but his memories were vague, and his father's actions were extremely sinister. It was also because of Ling Yun that he changed a lot.

During the war between the two armies, his father was known as the Poison Scholar between the Great Peak Empire and Soong Dynasty.

"I hope you can keep my identity a secret." Ling Yun bowed again. His killing intent was extremely heavy and his hatred was extremely deep. However, it was not that he did not differentiate good from evil and had good intentions. This should be the reason why Mister treated him with such importance.

Ling Yun did not have the intention to vent his anger on anyone. He just wanted to know a reason and ask them if they would regret it.

They also wanted to know if their hearts had been at ease for the past ten or so years.

"Got it." The lady in red knew very well that once Ling Yun's identity was exposed, they would not be able to survive, let alone Ling Yun dying.

"Lord He, it's enough. Shall we hand over the land deed or something?" Ling Yun took out another string of candied fruits and started to eat with a smile on his face.

No matter what method Ling Yun used, at least from now on, the trouble here should be solved. Previously, no one dared to come here, and no one dared to live here, let alone buy it. Since Ling Yun is that person's disciple, then the promise he made doesn't really matter whether there is an agreement or not.

"I'll have someone prepare it when I get back, I'll bring it to you tomorrow at the latest," Hee Zhang and Ling Yun walked side by side. "But, you bought such a large piece of land with only five hundred gold taels.

Ling Yun had already thought about it and said softly, "Only the idle mouths can stop them. Time will kill them for not seeing the truth, and the result will be a fierce slap in the face."

"Junior will take care of this matter, Sir, don't worry." When Ling Yun changed the topic, Hee Zhang didn't dare to treat Ling Yun as a junior at all. Instead, Ling Yun was a colleague and a peer.

"In that case, I shall wait and see!"

Hee Zhang and Ling Yun said their goodbyes. Ling Yun touched his wine pot. It was really painful to throw out five hundred gold. The problem was that there was still a renovation and it would also require a lot of money. This was really worrying.

I still owe Mr. Jiugui a lot of Spirit Essence.

Thinking about that, Ling Yun felt that the candied fruits in his hands were not tasty anymore.

On the way back to the inn, a black shadow passed by Ling Yun. Ling Yun quietly followed and they arrived at a small alley. Ling Yun threw out a letter and disappeared.

He returned to the inn in a good mood. At the door of the inn, Little Caogen and his mother were sitting by the door, while the waiter was trying to persuade them. Ling Yun frowned and walked over to ask, "What are you guys doing here?"

Little Wu's mouth gaped open. Cuihua rushed to say, "Young Master Ling, it's like this. A few customers came just now and said they wanted to stay in our room, so I let them in."

Ling Yun looked at the waiter and the waiter explained: "Those guests are cultivators, so"

"No other rooms?" Ling Yun asked.

The waiter shook his head, "There were a lot of visitors, and most of the inns with Liang City were already filled up. If it wasn't for the shopkeeper's good words, we wouldn't have been able to keep the young master's room."

Ling Yun nodded and looked up. The shopkeeper tilted his head and started to calculate. Ling Yun had good eyesight and he could tell that the shopkeeper's left cheek was red and swollen. He said softly, "If you encounter such a thing in the future, just let it out."

Ling Yun led the mother and son into the inn. He let them go back to their own rooms and asked the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, are you alright?"

The shopkeeper endured the pain and laughed. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

People in the cultivation world had always been like this. He was just an ordinary boss, what could he say?

Ling Yun nodded and rubbed his forehead. Should he endure it?

No one, whether they were cultivators or mortals, could stand on high ground. If the level of one's cultivation could determine the level of one's personality, then the Confucianism could no longer exist. If the Taoists could remain hidden, then the buddhist faith could only exist.

It was laughable to agree on such a common rule, but someone had to treat it as the truth. If that was the case, then what kind of rule was needed in this world? Wouldn't it be fine if you killed me and I killed you? What rules?

Ling Yun walked up to the second floor and knocked on the door. A cold voice came from inside: "Didn't I already say that you are not allowed to disturb me if you have nothing better to do?"

"I have something to do." Ling Yun suppressed the anger in his heart. Mister had never liked cultivators, but he was helpless at the same time. Later on, he asked Mr. Jiugui, "Why doesn't Mr. Meng like cultivators?"

Mr. Jiugui was silent for a while before saying, this was the first time Ling Yun saw the serious Mr. Jiugui, "Because cultivators don't follow the rules, your husband doesn't like it."

"Then why does mister still like you?"

Ling Yun asked.

The drunkard smiled and said, "Because I like to follow the rules."

Cultivators did not disobey the rules, otherwise the world would have been thrown into chaos. When he was young, he wanted to become a great cultivator, but Mister liked him very much and told him many truths and stories.

Actually, most of them were unable to conceal the displeasure and anger in their mister's eyes, but they could do nothing about it.

To them, the rules of the Confucian school were like a piece of paper, not binding. Moreover, they had been used to it for a long time. When they saw that the Confucian Scholar wanted to enforce the rules, people other than him had their own rules.

Therefore, Ling Yun didn't like such people either.

"Who are you?" The door was opened by an invisible force. Ling Yun's white scholarly robe was blown into the air. His expression was indifferent, and his eyes were as deep as a pond.

Ling Yun said lightly, "The person who has reason with you."

"On what basis should I be reasonable?" A haughty young man walked out from the room and looked down on Ling Yun. "You are wearing a scholarly robe? You think you're a Confucian saint, a gentleman, a sage? "Or what?

Ling Yun put his hands on his sleeves and calmly looked the youth straight in the eyes, "It's my fault for occupying the guest room for no reason; it's my fault if I'm wrong; it's my fault if I don't regret it; it's my fault if I'm wrong; it's my fault if I don't know how to fix it; judging from your tone, you don't like the saints of the Confucian school, gentlemen, and sages. This is my fourth fault."

"Clang!"

Holding the sword in his hand, he pointed it straight at the sharp throat. "I didn't hear it clearly. Say it again?"

Swordsman?

Didn't Mr. Jiugui say that a sword cultivator like him with sword intent as well as unranked sword Qis would only dirty his eyes? However, this young man in front of him, without sword Qis and mixed with sword Qis, was still so proud, didn't he feel embarrassed?

"I don't really like talking to deaf people," Ling Yun was not afraid that the sword cultivator would stab his sword into his own throat the next moment, "Actually, I'm quite curious too, are you cultivators that have broken your brains because your ears are always hard to hear? It's a pity, you look alright, but you're deaf, so I'm afraid that you won't be able to get married in the future."

"You're courting death!"

The young man threw his sword forward. Ling Yun did not dodge, and the blade stopped at his throat.

"As far as I know, the Confucian dispute only concerns knowledge. For unexpected battles, there are bullies, and for those who are adept at killing Confucian students, their physical bodies can be destroyed and their souls destroyed. Is that true?"

Those who read the book and could see the righteous aura were all scholars of the Confucian school. Even if they didn't have any achievements, they were still equivalent to a scholar. If they wanted to kill this person, they would have to slap the entire Confucian school's face.

Ling Yun looked at the young man, "You want to kill someone if you don't agree with me? Cultivate your mind and cultivate it to the belly of a dog."

"You think I don't dare to kill you in front of everyone?" The young man's voice was even colder, and the other cultivators could hear his arguments. The disciples of the Confucian school did not like cultivators, and similarly, they also did not like the students of the Confucian school. A scholar who had no achievements and only raised a sense of righteousness was supposed to be so brazen, but the Confucian school had been in charge for too long and had almost forgotten about the true nature of the cultivation world.