Legend of Ling Tian

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Ling Tian was overjoyed, since Mr. Qin Da agreed so readily, it seems that these two matters are not difficult for Mr. Qin Da. But Ling Tian ignored this. Mr. Qin Da is famous for his knowledge all over the world, not to mention ordinary noble families, even in the court of the current kingdom, there are many people who come from Mr. Qin Da's family. As long as Mr. Qin Da opens his mouth, these two things like Ling Tian are really effortless!

Ling Tian smiled and said: "So, I can rest assured. Tomorrow, I will get some banknotes from grandma and leave it to Mr. to handle. Well, it is estimated that five million taels should be enough."

"Five million taels?!" Mr. Qin Da staggered! Almost fell down. Even if you want to buy a big house, you can't spend so much money, right? Five million taels is enough to build a palace!

"En." Ling Tian nodded, looked at Mr. Qin Da and laughed. "Sir, I just need to keep some experienced craftsmen for the weapon workshop that the Xiao family gave me. The Xiao family won't be willing to keep them all, and I don't even dare to use them."

Mr. Qin Da gasped, "So, at least two thousand people need to be recruited into it?"

Ling Tian smiled: "Sir, don't be nervous, people, as long as you have the strength, it's not hard to find these two thousand people; the money is mainly spent on the house. The house should be as big as possible; second, it should be remote, preferably In an unobtrusive place outside the city. Third, the location must be good, and the offense and defense must be considered. Well, just these three points. After I find it, no matter what the house is, I will make a lot of changes. And Yinzi, Most of it will be used on this change!"

Mr. Qin Da heaved a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is." Suddenly he frowned and said, "You said that, the old man thought of a place that would be more suitable."

"Oh?" Ling Tian was very interested and hurriedly asked, "Where is it?"

Mr. Qin Da said: "It is on the bank of the Green Willow River in the south of the city, at the foot of Desheng Mountain, the Fuwang's other courtyard of the Liang Dynasty. However, although the location is good, it is close to the mountains and rivers, and it is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It was originally the Emperor of the Liang Dynasty who was his king. The palace built by King Fu. However, when the house was more than half built, the Liang Dynasty was destroyed by our army. After that, everyone thought it was an ominous place. Although the location is good, it has basically become a piece of land. Ruins. No one cares about it at all. However, the general framework is still there. With a little renovation and a wall built up, it can be used barely. Take care of it."

Ling Tian rested his chin on one hand, thought for a while, and said, "How about this, sir, shall I follow you out of the city to visit friends tomorrow?"

Mr. Qin Da was startled, and then he realized that Ling Tian was going to follow him to see if the location of the Fuwang Bieyuan was suitable for him, and visiting friends was an excellent excuse! No one can say that it is not good for a student to follow the master to visit friends. Therefore, Ling Tian can go out openly, and no one will question him, and no one will worry about him. It's a brilliant idea indeed!

Especially now that Ling Tian just caused a commotion in the manor, and he needs to go out to avoid the limelight, otherwise, if he still hangs around Ling Zhan and Ling Xiao every day, he might be caught and beaten by his angry grandfather at some point up. Especially when Xiao Fenghan was still in the Ling Mansion, Ling Tian was even more reluctant when this shrewd old boy would show up and ruin his big event.

After figuring this out, Mr. Qin Da suddenly smiled, and the look he looked at Ling Tian became playful.

The matter was settled, Mr. Qin Da didn't stay any longer, he made fun of him and then left and went back to his room. Over there, even when Ling Tian was discussing with Mr. Qin Da, Ling Jian, who had not stopped training for a moment, was almost at the limit of his body at this time, and his whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, with locks of hair It was on the scalp, and the body was steaming. Ling Tian smiled approvingly, and put a few more pieces of charcoal into the brazier, and the brazier that was about to go out suddenly started to burn again. In just a moment, the room was already so warm that people couldn't wear clothes.

At this time, Ling Tian suddenly remembered something: It seems that he forgot the brazier when Mr. Qin Da was there just now... No wonder the old master slipped away without stopping for a moment after speaking, it turned out to be cold....

Ling Tian shook his head and smiled, and said, "Ling Jian, slow down and recover step by step, then go to the brazier and change into clothes." Ling Tian deeply knew that if Ling Jian's amount of training were to be stopped all of a sudden, he would not be able to rest. Not only will there be no progress, but it will also cause great damage to the body. Therefore, it must take a period of time to buffer to achieve the best training effect.

Ling Jian agreed, and sure enough, he slowed down his movements. When he finally stopped, before he could move, Ling Tian had already put a coat on him, and pushed him to sit down by the brazier. Ling Jian's lips trembled, and he said, "Thank you, Young Master!"

Ling Tian looked at him deeply, and said, "Ling Jian, if one day you die because of protecting me, I won't thank you! Do you understand what I mean?"

Ling Jian said excitedly: "It is Ling Jian's honor to die to protect the young master!"

Ling Tian patted him on the shoulder and said, "So, you don't need to thank me either."

After a pause, Ling Tian turned his head: "Thank you is not something you say between a man and a man. These two words can never be expressed with just one mouth. It's too pale."

There was light in Ling Jian's eyes, and he lowered his head: "Yes!" Although Ling Jian couldn't really understand the meaning of Ling Tian's words, he had secretly recorded them in his heart. For Ling Jian, every word and deed of the young master is worth learning and imitating. I don't understand now, but one day I will understand, maybe at that time, I will understand the young master's intentions. Ling Jian thought.

The next day, early morning. Ling Tian got into Mrs. Ling's room first, muttering something. Then, he followed Mr. Qin Da, took Ling Jian, followed by a group of guards, and stepped into the carriage accompanying Mr. Qin Da to visit friends.

Behind him, at the entrance of the lobby, several people stood. Everyone looked different. Mr. Ling was still sulking and didn't even come out. Ling Xiao was still glaring, looking like he wanted to catch Ling Tian and beat him up; Chu Ting'er was full of concern, and Mrs. Ling was full of pride; , a figure looked at the small figure of Ling Tian going away, with a solemn expression, as if facing a powerful enemy! With a look of deep thought and inquiry on his face, it was Xiao Fenghan.

Xiao Fenghan looked at it for a while, and said in a low voice: "This little guy must have something to do when he goes out. You follow him to see what he is doing." There was no one behind him, not even a shadow; After he finished speaking, a faint, almost invisible figure flashed in the sunlight and disappeared without a trace. One word left in the air: "Yes!"

Ling Kong hurried back to the room with an eager expression on his face. Leaning over the table, grabbed a piece of paper, and hurriedly wrote a few words: Down the Desheng Mountain, beside the Green Willow River, stop and kill Ling Tian, ​​there must be no mistake!

In a moment, a pure white carrier pigeon fluttered its wings from the east courtyard of Ling Mansion, circled in the air, and flew directly to the south. Seeing the carrier pigeon soaring into the sky, Ling Kong's eyes flashed with joy, and his ferocious face was full of excitement.

In Ling's mansion, there is a tall attic where Mrs. Ling usually chanted scriptures and worshiped Buddha. At this time, Mrs. Ling was standing in front of the window, holding a scroll of Buddhist scriptures, but her eyes were fixedly looking towards the east. Seeing the homing pigeon suddenly soaring into the sky in the Dongkua courtyard, the look in his eyes was as cold as ice! Murder is rampant!

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