Floating clouds

Chapter 11 Patience

"Hmph." Meng Ji snorted coldly, left a letter on the ground, and said immediately: "I don't care if you are eloquent or not, this is for you, head Mu, please put it away, the Kunlun faction is waiting for you Big drive."

He left after he finished speaking, his face was reflected under the lantern at the door, it was a middle-aged man's face, with an ordinary appearance, but there was a scar on his face, which stretched from his forehead to the tip of his nose, adding a bit of fierceness to him.

As if he knew someone was peeping behind the window, he stared viciously in Lin Xinglu's direction, with gangster eyes in his eyes, Lin Xinglu couldn't help taking a step back.

Lin Sheng picked up the letter on the ground, patted off the dust, and handed it to Mu Zheng with both hands.

Mu Zheng took the letter and walked back to the house slowly.

Lin Xinglu was already lying on the bed with his head covered, only his dusty feet were still exposed.

Mu Zheng smiled, did not open the letter, sat at the desk and opened the letter.

The smile on his face disappeared, and then became more and more dignified. There were bursts of coldness all over his body, the air seemed to be stagnant, and a heavy pressure hit Lin Xinglu and Lin Sheng, and even the wind was silent.

Cold sweat dripped from Lin Sheng's forehead, Lin Xinglu poked his head out and looked at Mu Zheng's sitting back.

Mu Zheng's back was tense, revealing a dangerous aura.

He had never seen Mu Zheng like this before. Mu Zheng was always smiling, gentle, and lazy. Even in the yard just now, his whole body seemed to be relaxed, standing lazily.

But now his body was tense, and Lin Xinglu couldn't see his face, but he could still imagine that his face was as cold as ice.

What was written in this letter?

Lin Sheng glanced at Lin Xinglu, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"It's a letter from Qin Jiu, the Peak of Immortality in Kunlun." Mu Zheng spoke, suppressing a trace of anger.

Neither Lin Sheng nor Lin Xinglu spoke, and Mu Zheng didn't need them to speak, he had already continued on his own: "He found an ancient elixir and wanted me to see what it was."

"If the head doesn't want to go, then don't go." Lin Sheng said cautiously.

Mu Zheng tapped the table with his fingers, his breath was cold, he knocked fifteen times, then stood up, and said: "Just because he dares to threaten me with his eyes, what is he, I'm going to Kunlun Kill him and see what that old Tang Wan dares to say."

Qin Jiu touched his Ni Lin.

What eyes?

What on earth could make even the gentle Mu Zheng angry?

Lin Sheng was full of anxiety, but he didn't dare to pull Mu Zheng, and looked at Lin Xinglu almost as if begging.

"Master, where are you going?"

Mu Zheng stopped and looked back at Lin Xinglu who was standing by the bed.

His feet were bare, his face was calm, his voice was cold, his body was thin and fair, his eyes were dark, and he lit up a bright light, looking at Mu Zheng.

He watched carefully, not even missing the golden light flashing past Mu Zheng's left eye.

Why does Master's eyes have golden light?

So why did Qin Jiu use this to threaten Master?Or use things buried in the bamboo forest?

Why didn't Lin Sheng ask Master to kill him?

Is this Qin Jiu very powerful?So powerful that even Mu Zheng couldn't kill him?

Who is the old Tang Wan?

Lin Xinglu's mind was in a mess, Fu Yunxu and Mu Zheng became a huge abyss, involving him in the mystery.

"Master, where are you going?"

Thoughts were scattered in his heart, but he didn't show anything on his face. He walked up to Mu Zheng and asked with his face raised.

Mu Zheng looked at him, his thin body was less than half the width of the door, but he stood quietly in front of him, standing straight, like a wall, blocking all the way in and out.

For some reason, he thought of his master.

Before he died, he stood in front of him like this. It seemed that death was just another kind of parting, as if we would see each other again. The only difference was the eyes, Lin Xinglu's eyes, with black pupils, bright with heavy thoughts, almost shrunken. he was crushed.

The glint of sword in Mu Zheng's eyes dissipated, and he regained his gentle look.

As if nothing had happened, he picked up the letter that fell on the table, set it on fire, and said, "Linsheng, tell Zhiyue to go to the Qingshan sect and find the female disciple under the seat of Heshan, and study hard." cooking."

"Yes, head." Lin Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at Lin Xinglu gratefully, turned and left.

Lin Xinglu had a lot of questions to ask, but Mu Zheng coughed violently. He propped his hands on the table, his ears were red from coughing, and his eyes were watery.

Lin Xinglu wanted to ask a lot of questions, but he didn't ask them out.

He knew that Qin Jiu wrote the letter, and he asked Mu Zheng to help, but he already knew that Mu Zheng would not go, so he threatened Mu Zheng with his eyes.

Where is the Kunlun School?

But it doesn't matter. One day, he will stand on a high place and see everything. Now, what he has to do is to find the person who drives the monster and avenge his parents. You don't have to know.

"Where are you going?" Mu Zheng asked, holding back his cough, watching him take the shoes.

"I'm going to wash my feet." Lin Xinglu carried his shoes and walked out.

Accompanied by picky eaters, and his cleanliness, not only did not improve, but became more and more serious as he entered the Tao with the sword. The smarter people are, the more stubborn they are, and the things they have decided will not fade away with the passage of time. Change.

Mu Zheng chuckled. He should have been patient today, but patience is a long-term thing. The longer he endures, the more painful he will be. Today he really intends to kill Qin Jiu to ease the pain in his heart.

Even if Qin Jiu was killed, what would those people dare to do to him?Lin was afraid that Kunlun would turn against him, but he knew that Kunlun would never turn against him until he got what he wanted.

But now he has changed his mind. He wants to continue to endure. The longer these people are complacent, the more painful it will be at the moment of failure. The higher they stand, the worse they will fall. He has already begun to look forward to that moment.

When Lin Xinglu woke up the next day, Mu Zheng had disappeared. Zhiyue, who was cooking, went to the Qingshan School overnight to learn cooking skills. Lin Sheng took over the kitchen, and the breakfast was a mess.

After Zhong Hui learned that the head master had to go out for a few days, he became happy like a chrysanthemum.

He bit his chopsticks and leaned in front of Lin Xinglu. Just as he was about to speak, Lin Xinglu slapped the chopsticks down: "Eat when you eat, what are you doing with the chopsticks?"

"Yes, big brother." Zhong Hui took down his chopsticks obediently, he felt that Lin Xinglu was becoming more and more like a little general, and he and Lin Mingqi were soldiers under the little general's rule.

But he is also very happy as a soldier, as long as he can be with the sweet Lin Mingqi, he can be a soldier for anyone.

Not everyone wants to be a general.

"Master is not here, senior brother, let's go out to play." Chonghui said.

"Where are you going to play?" Lin Mingqi stopped being picky about the food, and looked at Chonghui with big eyes.

Ever since they came to Fuyunxu, they had never gone out, Mu Zheng didn't go out by himself, and he didn't allow others to go out, they knew every inch of Fuyun Mountain, but they had never seen the world outside the mountain gate.

Lin Xinglu was a little moved.

He used to think that the flowers overseas were all viburnum, the grasses were all Yaocao, and the lights were all bright pearls. He didn't expect that overseas also had winter, and there were flowers that would fade when they bloomed, and oil lamps were also used.

He wanted to see what the scenery outside Fuyun Mountain was like, whether it was full of fireworks like the Central Plains.

"No."

After thinking about it, since Mu Zheng is not around, he can't put the three of them in danger.

Chong Hui frowned and put down his chopsticks. Lin Mingqi blinked his eyes in disappointment, but soon became happy again: "Brother, don't I need to meditate today? Master is not here, so I can't climb that high."

"No." Lin Xinglu said.

"Ah!" Lin Mingqi pouted, feeling that his eldest brother was not as nice to him as before.

"Uncle Lin, where is it under the mountain?" Chonghui's amber eyes rolled around and turned to Lin Sheng.