C9 Golden Hair Blue Eyes

The drunkard said it while spittle flew everywhere. Ling Yun was about to fall asleep when he heard it.

Fortunately, the medicinal bath was over, Ling Yun immediately turned around and left. After the medicinal bath, he recovered very quickly, and had to read and practice every day. The drunk touched his chin.

In the mortal world, there were already people who were betrothed to each other, preparing for marriage, but they all had the temperament of a youngster who couldn't help but jump out of his skin.

It was just that while he was learning the sword, the drunkard was very satisfied. Holding the sword and not being able to grasp the sword were two different things. Reading and not being able to read were two different things.

Only Ling Yun, who held a sword, was a real teenager.

Ling Yun, who was reading, was truly carefree.

Putting down the sword and the book, he was just an old teenager. He had a lot on his mind and was extremely worried, but he never showed it, and did not let Meng Ren worry. Right now, he would not let Meng Ren worry.

A fine young man, yet he had such an appearance. This son of a b * tch's way of life was cold and unfair after all.

It had been twelve years since the demise of the Prince Ling residence and Ling Yun's exile. The drunkard had finished the last meal Ling Yun cooked, looked at the teenager in a white scholarly robe with a sword case on his back preparing to travel, took out a poor looking gourd and threw it to Ling Yun.

"Don't think about owing me anything, ever since I can remember, I rarely stay in one place for so long, even if there is, it's not for you to take advantage of. I'll teach you how to practice the sword, you can cook for me, it's fair in business, this sword gourd was planted by the Dao Ancestor in the past, I don't have much use for it, it can help you store some junk, and it can also be used to store wine."

This time, the drunkard talked a lot about swords.

As for the matter of the hearts of the people in the mortal world, I don't need to explain it any further. In short, it's best to be careful, I don't advise you to put up with everything, if you can give up this path of the sword, all the people in the world will be like Sword Immortal, all the people in the world will be like swords, and Teacher Meng isn't asking you to put it down, but how you should put it down. You go and look, think more, there will always be other ways.

The drunkard finally rubbed Ling Yun's head and tidied his clothes for him. Although his hands and feet were a bit clumsy, he said, "You are very kind, this is a good thing. You are very smart, so you don't have to regret what you chose to do."

After Ling Yun finished listening, he bowed deeply towards the drunkard, "This bow was not for teaching me how to practice the sword, but for saying these words. 12 years ago, Ling Yun had no elders, this bow was thanks to the elders' guidance. Ling Yun is glad to be able to meet Mister and Mr. Jiugui."

"Hahahaha," The drunk man scratched his head, "I can be a teacher in this life. Not bad, not bad. Little Ling Yun, you have an extraordinary perception."

"Go!"

The drunkard pointed into the distance. This was the path a teenager should take!

Ling Yun turned around and left, loudly saying, "Mr. Jiugui, this road is a long one. You and I are destined to meet again in the martial arts world!"

"Alright!"

The drunkard laughed and said. Unfortunately, when Ling Yun had walked far away, he said softly, "We might never see each other again."

Ling Yun sat in one of the Nine Prefectures, Nanye Prefecture. To the south was the Sea Sze Prefecture, which was next to the ocean. Rumor has it that outside of the sea lake, there was another world where cultivation methods were strange and different from the Nine Prefectures.

Ling Yun had once asked a drunkard about this. He gave him a lot of praise on his local customs, especially on women, and his personality was lively and cheerful. If he met a man he liked, it wouldn't be a bashful act, but a bold pursuit.

Ling Yun did not have much interest in a Spring Festival Gala, he had only occasionally heard Mr. Meng mention it before. For these people, the prejudice was not too great, but it was not small either, the cultures of both sides were different, and each of them had their own integration, that was a very good thing, the Confucian school could accommodate the other, but the problem was, there were many people who admired the culture of the other world, and had a conflict with the local people, so this was not a bad thing, but some people felt that the rules of this place were very strict.

Ling Yun didn't feel that the rules here were too strict. He felt that what was strict was greed. It was just that sometimes greed didn't bring any benefits. It would only end up taking the consequences for itself, that's all.

Once they were out of the bamboo garden, they would be on the way down the mountain. Another ten kilometers and they would be in Nanye, a city of considerable fame.

Of course, in the Soong Dynasty, the Confucian Scholar rarely wore a sword, and in the world of the nine prefectures, more than seventy percent of the disciples felt that it was not glorious for the Confucian Scholar to not wear a sword, but the Soong Dynasty did not care.

What was the point of wearing a sword?

But the Confucius family had the Six Arts of Etiquette, Joy, Shooting, Controlling, Calligraphy, and Count. The Soong Dynasty would definitely affect the hands, leaving only four out of the Six Techniques of the Gentleman family, never to be shot again.

Thus, when Mr. Meng talked about this matter, he spoke a lot about the young man from Soong Dynasty.

In addition to the Six Arts of the Gentleman, there were also the Four Scholars of the Five Virtue. The Five Virtue were for gentleness and gentleness. Confucianism: Analects of Learning: "Teacher's gentleness and thriftiness were to be obtained. Teacher's desire was also different from others'?"

Four cultivation: introspection, self-abnegation, caution, lenient people, the world often a gentleman cautious one word.

Therefore, Confucian Gentleman's position had always been strict. Sages were common, and gentlemen were rare.

The shopkeeper knew that the scholar was a foreigner with a sword, so he was not surprised. The scholar had an extraordinary bearing, and it was said that the scholar had read many books.

This young Confucian Scholar was most likely a proud disciple of one of the Confucian Scholars. It was a common occurrence for him to carry a manual to study.

If Ling Yun knew the storekeeper's thoughts, he would probably scold him again. Mr. Meng praised the storekeeper's intelligence, but said that Ling Yun was far inferior to those true scholars.

Although the drunkard admired the killing intent in Ling Yun's heart and tried hard to practice the sword, but compared to those geniuses, they were like clouds and mud, and the path they had to walk on was very long.

Therefore, Ling Yun didn't think that he was that amazing. To be fair, Ling Yun thought that he was just an ordinary person and wasn't that amazing. Since the two gentlemen said so, then it must be so.

Besides, Ling Yun did not think that Mr. Meng and Mr. Jiugui were that great, the drunkard could tell that Mr. Meng was not that bad, but Mr. Meng was an upright man and would never lie, and the gentleman did not speak modestly, saying that his position in the Scholar's Court was only that of an ordinary lecturer, only that he spoke a little better than the average person, which Ling Yun firmly believed.

"Gongzi, are you trying to recruit me or are you staying in the store?"

the waiter asked.

"To live in a hotel." Ling Yun suddenly remembered that he owed Mr. Jiugui a lot of Ling Yun, so it could be counted as a mountain, "Just give me a normal guest room."

As the saying goes, a rich man is hard to do without money. He had to save some money, he still needed to borrow this money from Mr. Jiugui.

"Alright."

The status of a Soong Dynasty scholar was extraordinary. Even if it was a foreign scholar, he would still receive excellent treatment here. Even if there was no need, his tone and attitude were still extremely respectful.

The guest rooms on the second floor were all occupied by ordinary people. They weren't considered good, but they weren't bad either.

As the waiter was carrying Ling Yun upstairs, two blond people came down from another world. Ling Yun carried a sword case and took up a large amount of space. He retreated so that he wouldn't be in their way.

"And a man with a sword? Could it be a cultivator? "

The tall and burly blond youth said in a playful tone. He slightly leaned to the side and bumped into the waiter who was dodging. There was a fiery red light between his elbows that sent the waiter flying.

Ling Yun was quick. With a flash, he caught up to the waiter and placed him on the ground.

"Sorry, I was careless."

The blonde youth had a gentle smile on his face. If he didn't know the whole story then he still thought he was charming. Ling Yun checked for the waiter to see if there were any serious injuries. "Could he be a cultivator?" However, everyone felt that the meaning behind his words was inexplicable.

When the drunkard talked about the cultivators of another world, he scoffed at them, but the people of that world were very proud, and there were also those who came to compete in the name of the sect, so of course they won't win much.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I was careless."

As a waiter, he had to throw them away most of the time.

"Then apologize."

The golden-haired man said.

The waiter was about to apologize, but Ling Yun said indifferently, "I've already apologized. Are you deaf or stupid?"

"Indeed, you people from the east enjoy meddling in other people's business." The blonde woman beside her said in disdain. Her hostility was obvious.

"Right, right, right. All of you know very well that if you continue to be this unreasonable, you will end up like a lowly person. It is not easy to put on an act of a civilized person and you are about to turn into a barbarian."

Barbarians were what alcoholics called the world. Although he liked women there, but Mr. Jiugui didn't really like the laws there.

"What did you say?"

The golden-haired man took a step forward, concentrating his strength. The stairs creaked as if they were about to collapse.

Ling Yun said indifferently, "Your ears are really not good." He held the waiter and let him rest at the side for a while, "You rest first. Shopkeeper, if I do this, will it bring you any trouble?"