Blue Silver Grass Strategy

Obviously, at this moment, Yang Pojun wanted to express a very straightforward and realistic meaning to Ling Yi through Yang Xueli.

That is: if Ling Yi wants to get together with Yang Xueli, they will inevitably face obstacles and pressure from the [Po Yi Clan], the four single-attribute clans, and even the [Haotian Sect].

And if Ling Yi agrees to join the [Po Yi Clan], then all these problems will no longer be a problem.

Ling Yi: "..."

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the holiday begins. Brothers, what do you think? Should I take a day off? Or should I continue to work hard on coding?

But no matter which one it is, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and good health to your family in advance! (*^▽^*)

Chapter 234 Shirley Returns Home

"Uncle's words seem to have overlooked the most important point—"

Facing Yang Pojun's suggestive words, Ling Yi remained calm, raised his hand to pick up the teapot, added hot water to the four teacups on the table, and said lightly.

"Oh?" Yang Pojun looked at Ling Yi with some curiosity, and at the same time he admired Ling Yi's calmness: "What did you overlook?"

Ling Yi turned his head and looked at Yang Xueli beside him, smiling slightly: "Of course, I ignored Xueli's own wishes."

Turning his gaze to Yang Pojun, Ling Yi continued, "With Shirley's aptitude, as long as nothing unexpected happens, she will have no problem becoming a Soul Saint, if not a Soul Douluo, in the future."

"Uncle, will the [Po Yi Clan] really ignore the wishes of their own children who have the potential to become Soul Saints or even Soul Douluos just for the sake of a little benefit from marriage?"

"Don't forget, this is..." Ling Yi tapped the table with his fingers, "This is Douluo Continent where strength is respected. Is it more cost-effective to have one more strong man in your family, or to consolidate the relationship with other families?"

"..."

Yang Pojun was speechless for a moment at Ling Yi's words. After all, what he said before was just said intentionally to put some pressure on Ling Yi. It did not really mean that the [Pozhi Clan] would allow Yang Xueli to arrange a marriage.

Although he was held back by Ling Yi's words, Yang Pojun had been traveling all over the country over the years and had practiced his eloquence to a certain extent. He just changed his mind and found a new breakthrough, and immediately refuted:

"Yes, I admit that it is best for the family if Shirley stays in the family, but she is a girl, she can't live alone for the rest of her life, right?"

"As long as she gets married, can she still stay in the family?"

"If she follows the man to a place as far away as the [Shuimu Principality], it would be better for her to find a man who suits her taste among a few close families—"

As soon as he said this, he almost pointed out directly that if Yang Xueli followed Ling Yi, then their [Po Yi Clan], this juicy cabbage, would become a member of your old Ling family. At that time, one would be in the northeast corner of [Tian Dou Empire], and the other would be in the territory of [Xing Luo Empire] in the south of the continent. No matter whether Yang Xueli is a Soul Saint or a Soul Douluo in the future, [Po Yi Clan] can't lend any help to her.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

At the north gate of "Yasuo City", Ling Yi and A Yin rode on Taxue and Qingfeng respectively, going against the flow of people entering the city, and slowly walked out of the city.

Yang Xueli did not follow, but stood at the southern gate of Yasuo City, preparing to follow Yang Pojun's caravan back to her home in Longxing City.

Yesterday's conversation ended with Yang Xueli leaving midway.

To be honest, the situation has come to this point, making Yang Pojun, the uncle, feel a little guilty.

"Shirley," Yang Pojun rode forward, approaching the chestnut horse that Yang Shirley was riding, and lowered his voice with a hint of embarrassment, saying, "Second uncle didn't mean that yesterday... You know... Second uncle just wanted to invite Ling Yi to join our Yang family..."

"I understand, Second Uncle." Yang Xueli's pretty face was tense and she responded in a flat voice.

Seeing this, Yang Pojun scratched his head and thought to himself: "No, what do you understand?"

At this moment, Yang Pojun felt as if he had gotten out of control.

Although Yang Yuanzhao was a Soul King like him, Yang Pojun would not be afraid if they really had to fight.

But there is one thing, you can’t bring your family members!

Yang Yuanzhao's wife, Yang Xueli's mother, was the big sister among them back then. She was a tough person that everyone had to call "Sister Hong".

Glancing at the sad look on Yang Pojun's face, Yang Xueli felt happy and thought to herself that Brother Yi's method of retreating in order to advance was really powerful.

Now, Yang Xueli and Yang Pojun's caravan are going back to Longxing City. Then we'll see if Yang Pojun can still propose marriage to Yang Yuanzhao and his wife.

The word "marriage" is not something that can be used casually.

I don't know if this strange love rule was already planted when this world was created. Not only is it precocious and early in love, but it also advocates freedom of love, infatuation, and so on.

Looking at all the forces in the entire Douluo Continent, apart from the royal families of the various empires and kingdoms, there are many intermarriages. It cannot be said that there are no intermarriages among the various soul master families, but they are quite obscure.

In other words, everyone will put up a fig leaf, using the name of blind dating and getting to know each other in advance to promote an emotional union between the two parties.

But yesterday, Yang Pojun used the rhetoric of "marriage" to push the relationship between Ling Yi and Yang Xueli into a very delicate situation.

Faced with this, Ling Yi certainly couldn't make any promises, nor would he directly and strongly express his opposition, or even go as extreme as parting ways.

Therefore, it is a good idea to take a step back, put the topic aside and deal with it calmly.

At Ling Yi's signal, Yang Xueli pretended to leave angrily, ending the topic that had already reached a stalemate.

Afterwards, Yang Xueli, who met Ling Yi in the room, received Ling Yi's suggestion for the next course of action: go home and find the parents.

Since your uncle Yang Pojun from the second branch said that Yang Xueli might be arranged to marry with the other three of the four single-attribute clans, or even the descendants of the Tang family of the Haotian Sect, then Yang Xueli, as a daughter, naturally has to go home and ask her parents whether she really wants to be arranged like this.

Anyway, when Yang Xueli ran to the caravan early this morning and told Yang Pojun that she had said goodbye to Ling Yi and would go back to the [Xingluo Empire] with him, to [Longxing City] to find her parents, and discuss future marriage matters, Yang Pojun was a little disappointed.

Thirty or forty years ago, Yang Pojun, Yang Yuanzhao and other members of the Yang family, as well as members of other affiliated soul master families who were also affiliated with the Haotian Sect, lived together for quite a long time.

At that time, Yang Xueli's mother, the third daughter of a small soul master family, was not the strongest among her group, but the crazy spirit she showed in fighting was even more terrifying than that of the Yang family.

In other words, his aptitude is not that good. After so many years, he is still a Soul Sect, two levels away from becoming a Soul King. On the other hand, Yang Xueli's father, Yang Yuanzhao, although not as good as those geniuses, managed to break through to the Soul King realm a few years ago.

When Yang Pojun thought about the possibility of facing a joint "fight" between Yang Xueli's parents, he had the urge to stay in the [Tiandou Empire] and continue purchasing herbs.

Yang Pojun: "It's so hard for me——!"

Chapter 235 Ling Yi's Name

Three days later, in a small town in the Fasno Province of the [Tiandou Empire].

After having a passable dinner, Yu Xiaogang sat in a daze at a window seat on the second floor, staring blankly at the street scene outside the window which was gradually fading into darkness.

"...You're lucky this time. If it weren't for those packets of 'Detoxification Powder', I'm afraid you would have been stuck in that haunted forest—"

In another corner by the window, separated by three tables, four or five middle-aged and young people of all heights and weights were sitting there. After a few drinks, they became very talkative.

"Indeed... Come on! Let me toast you guys!" A young man with a big mole on the corner of his mouth raised the glass in his hand and toasted the tall and strong man who had just spoken, as well as several people next to him.

"Fuck!"

"Tsk! Baji, baji... Gulp..."

The young man with the mole drank the wine and ate a piece of crystal clear fat meat. He felt relieved but also sighed: "To be honest, brothers, when that beast wrapped its tongue around my ankle, I really thought I was dead..."

"Don't worry if you laugh at me, I wet my pants at that time——"

"That's true..." A short and fat middle-aged man next to him raised his wine glass, interrupted the young man with the mole's self-mockery, and comforted him: "It's human nature to be afraid. Go out and ask those strong men who claim to be brave, how many of them can really be fearless when faced with such a life-threatening situation?"

"That's right!" The tall and strong man who spoke first followed up, "Besides, we are back now... Why? Lao Liang, you are not afraid and want to stay at home instead of going out, right?"

"That won't happen." The young man with a mole, who was called Lao Liang, immediately shook his head and said, "If I don't go out, what will the dozen or so people in my family, young and old, eat and drink?"

"In half a year or so, the third and fourth sons of my family will also be awakening their martial spirits. If their innate spirit powers are higher, I will have to save some money for them. When the time comes, whether it is to provide them with good food and drink during their training, or to help them hunt for spirit rings later, we brothers can still help with the first spirit ring, but what about the hundred-year spirit rings? That will require money to hire someone..."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's eyes, which looked at the night view outside the window, regained some of their spirit, and he also had a general understanding of the situation of the group of people not far away.

Soul Master, the lowest level soul master in Douluo Continent.

From the words of the young man with the mole at the end, we can tell that these small teams that have joined together can only hunt down some tenth-level soul beasts that are less than a hundred years old.

There was no need to pay much attention to this low-level spirit master who was still struggling to make ends meet. After all, no matter what, Yu Xiaogang was also a second-ring great spirit master at this time, and he had two hundred-year-level spirit rings.

In terms of combat effectiveness, even these low-level soul masters combined would not be able to withstand a single soul skill release from Luo Sanpao.

but……

Bitterness once again appeared in his eyes, and Yu Xiaogang despised himself in his heart: "Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang, when did you fall so low as to compare yourself with these people?"

Think about Yu Xiaogang, who was born in one of the strongest forces in Douluo Continent, the [Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Family]. Although the martial spirit he inherited was a malignant mutation, it also possessed the noble blood of a true dragon. With the help of his family, he also had two hundred-year spirit rings that were close to the maximum age limit. No matter from which level, he was not on the same track as these civilian spirit masters, so why bother comparing himself with them?

As he was thinking, the conversation over there was still going on. Just when Yu Xiaogang was about to get up and go back to his room to rest, a name caught his attention.

"This time, I really benefited from those packets of 'Detoxification Powder'," said the mole-bearing young man, Lao Liang, with some fear. "Although it cannot completely remove the toxicity of the 'Red Spotted Toad', it can inhibit the spread of the toxin. With it, I was able to make it all the way to the market outside the ghost forest, find Deacon Wen from the [Wuhun Hall], and use the purification soul skill to clean up the toxin..."

The tall, thin young man with a middle-parted hair next to him spoke up at the right time and asked, "I heard that the formula of this "detoxification powder" was invented by a healing spirit master named Ling Yi from the border army?"

"Ling Yi?"

Yu Xiaogang had just left the bench and sat back down, listening intently: "Is it him?"

At this moment, an unforgettable face emerged in Yu Xiaogang's mind.

Good looks are not the key point. The key point is the calmness and grace revealed in the words and actions, which makes Yu Xiaogang feel a yearning and envy from the bottom of his heart.

"boom!"

"Yes, I know about this!" The tall and strong man put down the wine glass in his hand suddenly, raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and a complex expression of pride and hatred appeared on his face.

"Whoosh-"

Lao Liang immediately picked up the wine pot and filled the tall and strong man's glass, and asked hurriedly: "Brother Lu, tell the brothers--"

"Zi——" The tall and strong man, Brother Lu, picked up the wine glass and drank it all. He looked at his teammates in front of him, took a long breath, and said, "You know, I, Old Lu, used to serve in the border army."

"Yes!" The tall, thin young man with middle-parted hair nodded repeatedly and said, "Brother Lu mentioned this to us when we formed a team a year ago."

"Hmm~" Brother Lu's cheeks flushed slightly, and it was obvious that he was drunk. His vision became hazy, but he subconsciously whispered softly:

"A few years ago, we, Tiandou, had a fierce battle with Xingluo on the other side. Do you remember it?"

The young man with a mole, Lao Liang: "I have an impression!"

The tall, thin young man with a middle-parted hair: "I know!"

Short and fat middle-aged man: “Hmm!”…

"That was the first time I heard the name Ling Yi," Lu Ge continued, "not long after the war."

"I heard that he is the most amazing healing spirit master in the Shuimu Principality in hundreds of years... In that war, the army sent by the Silves Kingdom suffered more than 80% casualties! But with Ling Yi, the Shuimu Principality's army only suffered less than half of the casualties when they returned!"

“I heard that he is a healing soul master with the strength of a soul master, but with abilities comparable to those of a soul king.

At that time, a rising star in the border army was injured by the soul skill of the poisonous soul emperor from Xingluo. You must have heard of Count Eltimos, the famous "Glorious Messenger", but even he was helpless. However, the poisonous injury was finally cured by Ling Yi!"

"When we continued to fight against Xing Luo's gang, many of the border troops were rescued by him from the battlefield..."

"Brother Lu," Lao Liang interrupted with some curiosity, "Since this Ling Yihunzun is so powerful, his status in the border army must be quite high, right? Can he be comparable to Lord Earl Eltimos?"

"It's a pity." Brother Lu shook his head, picked up the wine glass again, and said with a complicated expression: "Mr. Ling left the border army more than a year ago--"

"Before leaving, Mr. Ling left his years of research and recorded a variety of herbal formulas that have certain therapeutic effects on sword injuries, bruises, minor poisonings, etc. with the border troops."

"It is also because of these recipes that in the past one or two years, the cities and towns in the province of Fasno have started selling medicines such as 'Golden Wound Medicine', 'Blood Removing Powder', and 'Detoxification Powder'."

Hearing this, Lao Liang and the others nodded in unison, looking as if they had suddenly realized something.

"That's right! Hiccup!"

Brother Lu burped, leaned forward on the table, lowered his head, and whispered mysteriously, "I'm going to tell you something you won't believe. Do you know how much Mr. Ling's innate soul power is?"

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone!

Chapter 236 Xiaogang's Plan

In a small town southwest of "Clo City".

Xiao Yan walked out from behind several bodyguards and came in front of Yu Xiaogang, who was forced to bend down by two bodyguards.

"I heard that you have been asking about the name 'Ling Yi' for the past half month?"

Xiao Yan looked down at Yu Xiaogang who was avoiding his gaze. After breaking through to the Soul Master level, his height and size had increased again. Even if he did nothing, just standing there, he gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"..."

Yu Xiaogang remained silent, just tilted his head and looked at the ground with wandering eyes.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's non-violent and non-cooperative attitude, according to Xiao Yan's previous violent temper, he would definitely swing his hardened fist and give Yu Xiaogang a full body massage.