Wudang Master in The Other World

Chapter 4: The villain comes to the door

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Wu Ling's expression was tense, he hurriedly stuffed the Zhenwu Universe Mirror into his underwear pocket, and sorted his coat. He heard three knocks on the door, followed by an old voice outside the door. Seems very anxious:

"Master, Young Master Yun Tong from the Foreign Affairs Office is here and says he wants to see you."

With a "cock" Wu Ling jumped up, like a rabbit rising and falling, the eagle dived, and two or three steps had already jumped to the door. Wudang is good at internal kung fu, but the outside kung fu is equally exquisite. Wu Ling just made this jump and immediately affirmed his thoughts. His injury has withstood the baptism of the white mist, and he has healed nine out of ten. Only limited by the quality of this body, Wudang's superb physical skills can't display three levels.

Gently pushing the door bolt open, Wu Ling looked up and saw an old man with gully-like wrinkles on his face. After searching in his mind, Wu Ling remembered that this person was Wu Yun, the chief steward of the Wu family.

Wu Ling's heart warmed, with a childlike smile on her face, and she cordially shouted: "Grandpa Yun!" For more than ten years, Wu Ling has only shown such a pure smile in front of the honest old man in front of him. .

Over the past decade or so, although Wu Ling's predecessor has a superb status, he has lived a life that is inferior to ordinary people. There are not a thousand people in the Wu family, there are always a few hundred, but Wu Ling doesn't need a single one. To be precise, it's not that you don't use it, but you don't dare to use it! For various reasons, it was nothing more than his extremely slow cultivation speed.

The subordinates also have their own ideas. Due to the law and order of the principality, they do not dare to make irresponsible remarks to Wu Ling. However, secretly, they all think that the young master of the Wu family is just a grasshopper after autumn. It won't be a few days.

According to the laws of the Principality, a warrior who did not reach the realm of refining flesh before the age of eighteen was not eligible to become a nobleman. Now Wu Ling is seventeen years old, and another six months, exactly eighteen. At that time, it was the time when the Wufeng Principality Wufeng Competition was in full swing, and it was also the time for the principality to test whether the children of the nobles were eligible to inherit the blood of the nobles. . With Wu Ling's aptitude, being brushed down seems to be a certainty.

For more than ten years, the subordinates of the Wu family have changed wave after wave, and walked one after another. At first, they would treat Wu Ling in accordance with the etiquette and respectfulness. After a few days, they will completely change their appearance. The eyes full of contempt can be considered mild, more serious, and will take Wu Ling's instructions as deaf ears, as if they are the young masters, and Wu Ling, the servants!

After a few years of this, Wu Ling couldn't bear it anymore, and he no longer wanted to let his servants take care of his daily life. Therefore, in the huge capital of wind, Wu Ling became the only noble child who would not let his servants serve him.

This did not give Wu Ling much reputation. Instead, there was a saying among the Wind City Wells: Wu Ling was ashamed to wait for his subordinates because of the extraordinary speed of cultivation!

This matter gradually degenerated into a conversation for the citizens of the City of Wind, but Wu Ling's heart became more and more bitter. Until two years ago, Wu Ling's predecessor could not bear the pressure of public opinion and finally gave up on cultivation.

In the past ten years, Wu Yun is the only one who truly treats Wu Ling as a servant. Seeing Wu Yun, Wu Ling felt cordial in her heart.

Wu Yun was standing outside the door, maybe because he was too old, his back was a little rickety, his face was full of gully wrinkles and vicissitudes of life. At this moment, a few drops of sweat were dripping down the wrinkles, which made Wu Ling very strange. Distressed.

To say that it is the Mid-Autumn Festival and the weather is getting colder, not to mention that it has just been clear, it is the coldest time of the day, how can the old man see sweat on his forehead

Wu Ling held the old man's right hand and smiled faintly: "Grandpa Yun, don't be impatient, what happened?"

Wu Yun's old face was full of panic, and he pulled Wu Ling into the house, and while walking, he said: "Master, it's okay, Yun Tong from the Foreign Affairs Office is looking for trouble again, the master and the young lady are not at home. , I'm afraid he will trouble you again, so you hurried to hide in the room, and I will respond outside."

Hearing the word "Yun Tong", Wu Ling clenched his fists fiercely and creaked, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, remembering that in the martial arts competition yesterday, one of the three who humiliated him was Yun Tong.

If it was Wu Ling in the past, he might hide in this situation, but now Wu Ling's character definitely won't be like that.

Wu Ling stopped abruptly, and gently pulled Wu Yun's forward body back, his slightly immature face looked firm and determined: "Afraid of what he will do? Grandpa Yun, I will meet him now!"

Wu Yun looked at him for a moment, and he was happy in his heart: "What happened to the young master today? How did he change his personality? When Wu Ling encountered this situation before, he always hid like a mouse and a cat. Go, he will never come out."

This joy on his face was only a flash in the pan. The next moment Wu Yun was full of worry and nervously said, "Master, Yun Tong is uneasy every time I come here. Yesterday I was not at home, so he told you. I heard you still suffer. I was seriously injured, I think, I’ll leave the matter to the old slave today. What do you think?”

"Not so good!" Wu Ling hasn't answered yet, a soft voice has come from outside. This voice is very weird. If it is a male voice, it is a little soft in it; if it is a female voice, it is also a bit masculine, combined in one place. It always feels nondescript and makes people laugh.

Wu Ling couldn't help looking out following the voice, and saw a group of humanoid creatures rolling over like a meat ball. The person who came with fat, big ears and full of flesh was Yuntong undoubtedly. There was also a martial artist next to him, and it seemed that Yun Tong had just rushed in.

Wu Yun's face turned cold, and he looked very angry. Although his old voice was low and deep, it was full of majesty: "Unexpectedly, the son of Yuntong's family, he is so ignorant of etiquette! I am an innocent government. I must tell my lord to join you in front of your majesty the emperor!"

The corner of Yun Tong's mouth curled, and there was a sneer in his tone: "You are a slave, what qualifications do you have to talk to this young master? I really don't know the manners, but it's better to know the manners than waste!"

Wu Yun was anxious, and his old eyes shone brightly: My martial master, no matter how bad, is also my martial master's young master, how can you allow you outsiders to make irresponsible remarks? Wu Yun moved his shoulders slightly, clenched his fists, and moved two steps instantaneously, to give a lesson to the unruly dude in front of him.

From the beginning to the end, Wu Ling didn't say anything. Suddenly he felt a murderous intent flying beside him. He didn't know his heart well, so he hurriedly took two steps to stand in front of Wu Yun and quietly winked at him. , Said with a faint smile: "Young Master Yuntong is here to visit the younger brother? But it seems that he is a little late, right? My injury is no longer in the way. Will it disappoint many people?"