Planar martial arts myth

Ling Muyun was indeed very tired at this time. This kind of tiredness did not come from his body, but from his soul. After all, he had just returned from a trip to another plane, and he had brought back extremely powerful power from the world of the Sculpture Sculpture. The load on his soul is quite heavy, it's not as simple as playing a game.

It was just now that Ling Muyun received the warning from the system, because he was under a strong load in the space-time shuttle, and his soul was in a rather weak and exhausted state at this time, at least for a year, he was There is no way to travel between planes anymore, otherwise his true spirit may collapse and disappear due to the overload.So within a year, he doesn't have to think about entering the world of sub-plane martial arts again.

Of course, this is not to say that plane travel is harmful to the true spirit. On the contrary, time and space travel is actually very beneficial to Ling Muyun’s true spirit. One time of tempering makes Ling Muyun's true spirit more tenacious and solid, but it is too much. This kind of tempering cannot be overdone, just like forging. If the iron billet is tempered slowly according to the process, it will naturally create a sharp sword. But if it is blindly and excessively tempered, it will be forged and useless before it can be forged into a sword.

It was precisely because of this exhaustion that originated from the depths of the soul that Ling Muyun did not immediately explain the situation to his parents, but said that he would explain it tomorrow, because he was so tired that he didn't want to do or say anything, and desperately wanted to Take a good night's sleep to relieve this fatigue.The exhausted Ling Muyun lay on the bed and closed his eyes, a powerful drowsiness hit him immediately, and he immediately fell into a deep sleep...

Early the next morning, Ling Muyun woke up from his sleep, opened his eyes and saw that the sky was already bright, and he slept soundly all night, and the strong feeling of exhaustion last night was also swept away.Ling Muyun is very clear that this does not mean that the true spirit has recovered from the weakness and fatigue of the plane journey, the deep-seated weakness and fatigue still exist, but it is hidden in the depths of the soul, and the feeling is not so obvious That's all.

Get up from the bed and put on your shoes to go to the ground, suddenly found an extremely awkward feeling, stepped on a crack in the marble floor, jumped several feet away as soon as you took a step, and slammed the door with a "bang". It broke and flew away, and a few servant girls who were waiting nearby ran to see what happened. After seeing the door that was smashed to pieces by Ling Muyun, they were even more suspicious. They wondered what happened to their young master. , Why did you demolish the house early in the morning? Who are you angry with?

Looking at the surprised and curious eyes of those servant girls, Ling Muyun couldn't help smiling wryly. It seems that his body still hasn't adapted to the sudden surge of power, and what he does is habitually done according to his previous instincts. These jokes will be made.Fortunately, Ling Muyun had already controlled a force even stronger than this when he carved the world, so it shouldn't be too difficult to adapt.

Knowing her current problem, Ling Muyun became aware, and did not dare to follow the habit of her body, but walked cautiously towards her parents' room.So many servant girls in Ling's mansion saw such a scene. Their young master walked all the way quietly, feeling like a thief sneaking into someone's house to steal things, but the problem is that it is blue sky and white sun, here It's the Ling Mansion again, the young master's own home, what is this young master of their family singing about?

All the way carefully came to the parents' room, and greeted Ling Zhennan and Wang Yue'e.At the beginning Ling Zhennan and Wang Yuee were still wondering why Ling Muyun did everything lightly, but after Ling Muyun was distracted and inattentively pushed down a chair, the couple finally understood why Ling Muyun behaved like this Abnormal.

Just when Ling Zhennan and Wang Yuee wanted to inquire about Ling Muyun's affairs last night, a maid came in and told them that the chef had prepared breakfast and invited the three of them to eat.Ling Zhennan thought that his son couldn't run away anyway, so there was no need to be in a hurry even if he asked.So with a big wave of his hand, he decided to eat first, and talk about things after the meal.

Ling Muyun followed her parents to the dining hall and found that the butler Ling Fang was already waiting there.Seeing this familiar Fang Bo again, Ling Muyun couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly, and a look of shock flashed across Ling Muyun's face.Because he discovered something that was beyond his expectation. He, Fang Bo who has been diligently managing the affairs of the Ling Mansion, turned out to be a master, and a great master!In the past, he couldn't feel it because of his low martial arts. Last night because he was tired, he just spread the word across the room and didn't notice it. But if he didn't notice it when he was face to face, then he would have spent so long in the vulture world in vain.

Ling Fang's body was slightly stooped, his hair was gray and wrinkled, and his face was pale and slightly blue. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary old man who was old and frail, and Ling Muyun had always thought so before.But after experiencing the growth in the sculpture world, he didn't dare to look at it that way anymore. He felt a kind of pressure on his uncle because he practiced Nine Yin and Nine Yang, and he felt a kind of pressure that only Only the strong can give him a sense of oppression, and this sense of oppression is even stronger than what he felt from Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong in the sculpture world!

"Could it be that Fang Bo is an innate master stronger than Wujue?"

Ling Muyun himself was shocked by his own thoughts, and felt an incredible feeling.But other than that, there was no other reason to explain the strong pressure he felt from Ling Fang.For the first time, Ling Muyun felt that his family might not be as weak as he had imagined, and the world might not be as simple as he had imagined.

Although the shocked look on Ling Muyun's face was only fleeting, Ling Fang, who was looking at him, noticed it. A look of surprise flashed in Ling Fang's eyes, and then a look of relief and joy appeared on his face. With a smile on his face, he made a gesture of invitation to Ling Muyun and said, "Master, take the table."

"Okay, Uncle Fang." Ling Muyun nodded slightly respectfully, and sat down at the dining table.

The Ling family's breakfast is quite hearty, with eight dishes of four meat and four vegetables in total. Because the cook in Ling's mansion was originally the chef of a well-known restaurant in Jinghai County, the eight dishes are all delicious and delicious. , It's tempting to look at it.There is only food but no wine. This is also a characteristic of the Ling family, because Ling Zhennan lost a big bodyguard once due to drinking in the early years, and the loss was not small. Instead of preparing wine, Ling Muyun sometimes goes to restaurants in the city when he gets hungry and wants to have a drink.

After all three members of the family were seated, Ling Zhennan said to Ling Fang: "Brother Fang, sit down and have a bite too."

Ling Fang smiled and shook his head and said: "Master, you also know that this old slave has a bad stomach and usually can't eat in the morning, so you don't have to let me."

Ling Zhennan nodded, and then said to his wife and son, "Then let's have dinner."

The head of the family had already spoken, so Ling Muyun was no longer polite. He was already hungry. Seeing the rich dishes on the table, he immediately filled a large bowl of white rice, and he picked up his chopsticks and was about to start.Unexpectedly, he held the chopsticks in his hand and stretched them out to pick up vegetables. He accidentally used a little more force, and the two high-quality ivory chopsticks broke into four pieces with a "click".

Ling Muyun couldn't help being depressed, the days when he couldn't control his power was really unnatural, even eating was so awkward.

Ling Fang, who was standing by the side, couldn't help smiling when he saw this, and ordered his servants to bring over a pair of silver chopsticks, handed them to Ling Muyun and said, "Young Master, use this, the silver is soft, even if you use a little force, it will only pinch. Bend and never break again."

"Thank you, Uncle Fang." Ling Muyun smiled awkwardly, took the silver chopsticks and continued to eat.

Not to mention that this trick is really effective, because Ling Muyun is not familiar with the control of power, he used his power twice during the period. Fortunately, the silver chopsticks are just bent, and they can continue to be used when they are straightened. less hassle.

Ling Muyun ate five bowls of rice in a row before putting down the bowls and chopsticks contentedly. He has one advantage, that is, he is not picky about food. It didn't affect his appetite, and he was still full.

Seeing that Ling Muyun had finished eating, Ling Zhennan, Wang Yuee and his wife also put down the bowls and chopsticks at the same time.Ling Zhennan glanced at his son and said, "Follow me to the study." After speaking, he got up and walked to the study first, followed by Wang Yuee and Ling Fang.

Ling Muyun knew that this was about asking himself about the advancement of martial arts, so he also got up and left the table immediately, and walked towards the study room behind the three of them.

A group of four came to the study, Ling Zhennan ordered the servants who were cleaning the study to retreat, and asked Ling Fang to close the door, and then asked Ling Muyun, "Yun'er, tell me, what's the matter with you?"