From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 110 Leading a Team on Mission
"Who did you bring?" Ying Rushi looked at the bulging area on Meng Yuan's chest.

Meng Yuan raised his hand and flicked Xiangling's butt, and then Xiangling showed her head.

Xiangling was used to big scenes. She slid out, stood on the ground, and bowed, saying, "My name is Xiangling, and I am the little poet from Laobiekeng in Datou Mountain."

During the meal just now, two enthusiastic people, Meng Yuan and Dugu Kang, unanimously praised Xiangling as the Immortal Poet. She was very humble and added "old turtle pit small" in front of the word Immortal Poet.

She stood on the ground, adjusted her hair flower and small bundle, and saw that the person sitting upright had no head ornaments on her head, only a hairpin, but she had a unique temperament. She was already the most beautiful person in the world without any head ornaments or clothes.

Xiangling was a coward. When she saw that the other party was silent and had calm eyes, it seemed that he saw through her completely, even the private parts hidden in the small bag were seen through.

Xiangling, who was always capable, could no longer remain polite. She shrank back, hugged Meng Yuan's calf, and said, "If you don't like calling me Little Poet, you can also call me Little Xiangling."

"Since you dare to call yourself the immortal poet, have you written any poems?" Ying Ru had seen Xiangling at Chongxu Temple and had also heard Meng Yuan and Xiangling chatting. Now, holding hands, she was really interested.

"You also understand poetry?" Xiangling immediately untied the small bag and took out a piece of paper. It was clearly written before dinner. It was the masterpiece of the three people at today's Laobiekeng Poetry Meeting.

Xiangling loved what she did, so she immediately stepped forward with the poem.

Ying Rushi took it, took a look at it, and frowned on her usually dignified face.

Mingyue also leaned forward to take a look and couldn't help but frown.

"Who did you learn poetry from?" Ying Rushi picked up a piece of dried fruit and handed it to Xiangling.

"You're so nice!" Xiangling happily took it, took a bite and said, "I taught myself!"

As a matter of course, she held the dried fruits in her hands and could only nod her head towards Meng Yuan, saying, "It was the little gelder who taught me the rhythm and rhyme, and the rest I figured out on my own!"

Xiangling was extremely proud.

The two women looked at Meng Yuan, and Meng Yuan, who was always thick-skinned, could not help but lower his head, not daring to look at them.

"I only knew that mediocre doctors harm people, but today I know that mediocre teachers harm people even more." Ying Rushi was so angry that he laughed.

Mingyue also held her forehead, "You are misleading the students."

Meng Yuan was in the wrong and did not dare to argue. He just lowered his head and remained silent.

"Mingyue has a heavenly map for you." Ying Rushi didn't want to talk any more. She threw out a sheepskin roll and said, "Go, go quickly."

I haven't even picked the dates yet, and they've already fallen by themselves?

Meng Yuan quickly took it and thanked him, "Thank you, Miss Mingyue."

"Don't tell anyone else." Mingyue only said four words.

Meng Yuan bowed again and winked at Xiangling.

Xiangling stuffed all the dried fruits into her mouth and was about to leave when she felt someone grab her small bag and her body was lifted off the ground.

She turned around and saw that Miss Mingyue had not unsheathed her sword, but had picked up her small bag.

"You stay." Ying said.

Xiangling looked at Meng Yuan blankly. Meng Yuan nodded at her and said, "Princess, you are well-educated. Please ask me about poetry."

"I..." Xiangling was still reluctant.

"Do you know who I am?" you should ask.

Xiangling shook her head vigorously.

"Who is your godmother's lover?" you should ask.

"It's the old Taoist priest." Xiangling said.

"When an old Taoist sees me, he must call me Uncle Master." Ying Ru smiled, "Then how should you address me?"

Xiangling was stunned for a moment. She counted on her fingers, then widened her eyes and asked in confusion, "Grandma?"

Ying Rushi nodded slowly.

Seeing that Ying Rushi had already asked Xiangling what book she was reading, Meng Yuan bowed and left.

"Meng Xiaoqi." Mingyue walked up and strolled towards the lake.

Meng Yuan tightly grasped the Tianjitu in his hand, thinking that as long as you speak, I will find a way to coax another one. "Miss Mingyue." Meng Yuan followed Mingyue.

"What did Jie Kaiping say to you?" Mingyue asked.

After hearing this, Meng Yuan thought about it for a moment and realized that this girl with a cold appearance was still holding a grudge.

"He didn't say anything important." Meng Yuan took out the rosary beads, "Jie Kaiping said this is an invitation to a Taoist meeting, I hope the young lady will accept it."

Meng Yuan stood up straight, holding his sword, and said seriously: "I just hope that the young lady can find out the origin of this bead and the origin of the blue light particle, and let me know next time."

Mingyue glanced at Meng Yuan but said nothing.

"I have little ability and my rank is only that of a small flag, but I also have the heart to eliminate harm for the people." Meng Yuan said word by word.

"I heard that the deputy commander of the garrison made things difficult for you?" Mingyue said.

"That's nothing." Meng Yuan waved his hand, "If you want to do something, it's inevitable to be made difficult by others!"

He sighed and said, "The harder it is, the more you have to do. I heard a wise elder in the martial arts world say that you can't only care for this martial arts world when you win."

Mingyue nodded slightly but still said nothing.

Seeing that there was no movement, Meng Yuan stopped working hard. Anyway, he had hit the pole, so he just looked back to see if there were any dates falling.

"Goodbye!" Meng Yuan didn't say anything else, just bowed and left.

This time Meng Yuan counted to twenty, but no one spoke behind him.

Meng Yuan suppressed his disappointment and returned home, immediately hiding in his own little house.

Light a candle and open the Tianji map to look at it.

"God's power is like a prison!"

Meng Yuan read it carefully and found that the divine power of Tianji was not complicated. In essence, it was to enhance the ability of seventh-grade warriors to lock the qi to a higher level.

As long as the Qi is entangled with the opponent, he will be unable to move, and will feel great fear in his heart, as if he is imprisoned on the ground.

It works best when used on people who are lower than you.

The more powerful one is than the other party, the greater the effect of this divine power will be, similar to some kind of high-level pressure.

But even between the same items, there is a great effect. Suitable for surprise attacks and entanglements.

However, the Divine Power is like a Prison, which requires opening seventeen places in the thirty-three heavens, and cannot be learned all at once.

The Wan Liu Guang that I got last time needs to be opened everywhere, which is very laborious.

Meng Yuan pondered for a while, and then someone knocked on the door. It was Jiang Tang who came back.

When she opened the door and came in, she had changed her clothes and no longer looked like a little nun.

Seeing Meng Yuan sitting upright on the bed, Jiang Tang hurried forward, leaned on him, and said, "The princess said she wanted to keep Xiangling for a few days to help her improve her studies."

"Remember to boil some eggs for Xiangling." Meng Yuan reminded.

Jiang Tang nodded.

She stayed in Meng Yuan's room and asked Meng Yuan to teach her how to write poetry. It took a long time before she finally finished the task.

On the next morning, Meng Yuan dressed neatly, rode on the little red horse, and came to the guard post.

After drinking several bowls of tea, which had all become weak, Zhang Guinian finally showed up.

"Prefect Xie's verdict has come down. Pick some people and go search Prefect Xie's house." Zhang Guinian gave the order, holding Meng Yuan's shoulders and whispering, "Have you ever fought with the Confucian scholar?"

"I swear to God." Meng Yuan spread his hands, "Captain Zhang, I don't like to fight with others."

"That's right. I had forgotten your reputation as a master of both poetry and swordsmanship." Zhang Guinian nodded and said, "Anyway, you lead the team this time! Don't make any mistakes!"

"Yes!" Meng Yuan agreed.

"It will be a little uncomfortable the first time, but it will get better later." Zhang Guinian encouraged.

How could this person be like this? It made people feel itchy. Meng Yuan decided to finish the work today and go find Sister Qingqing!
(End of this chapter)