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"Big Brother Ling Yun!" Qin Yinyue had thought that Ling Yun was immersed in his emotions, so he walked over to Ling Yun with gentle steps. His face was slightly red as he gently held Ling Yun's hand and shouted softly.

"Yue Er, I'm fine." Ling Yun chuckled, and looked at Yan Lu, and slowly instructed: "General Yan, I'll trouble you to send a few guards to guard my mother's mourning hall. Apart from me and my royal father, no one else is allowed to enter. If anyone dares to enter, we can do so later. "

"Yes!" Your Highness, your subordinate will handle this matter! " He slowly backed away until he reached the door. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Lingyun suddenly called out to him, "General Yan, please hold your steps!"

"Your Highness, is there anything else?" Yan Lu stopped in his tracks, and looked at Ling Yun somewhat suspiciously as he asked.

Lingyun's face revealed a hint of awkwardness, he scratched his head and asked: "Aside from the armor that we prepared, is there anything else in the house?"

Yan Lu's face slightly trembled, his eyes filled with doubt. Why did Lingyun want the armor? To recruit soldiers?

Although his heart was filled with doubt, he still respectfully cupped his fists and replied, "Your Highness, there are indeed some armor in the mansion, but they are all ordinary weapons. Although the Black Armored Iron Army still has more than a dozen sets, without Your Highness' order, this subordinate is unable to use them.

Lingyun waved his hand and said: "The Black Armored Iron Army's equipment is already scarce, just keep it. In a bit, give me a hundred sets of heavy armor, one that weighs two hundred kilograms. Don't be too big. "In addition, I'll have to ask Great Master Liu Xian to inscribe the Gravity Spell and send someone to help me deliver it to the Purple Bamboo Manor. I have a use for it."

Liu Xian was the highest ranked arcane master in the War King's Mansion. He was at the fourth level and had a mild temper. He didn't have the common ailment of any other arcane master — he was arrogant.

Ling Yun was extremely interested in the path of spirit inscriptions. In the past, when he had nothing to do, he would often look for him, wanting to learn how to inscribe spirit prints. He could understand the inscriptions that Liu Xian had inscribed, but he could not cultivate them. He could not become a Martial Master, and he could not release his Spirit power, causing Liu Xian to feel pity.

"Yes sir!" The corner of Yan Lu's mouth twitched as he cupped his fists. He couldn't help but wonder what the Crown Prince was going to do with the two hundred pounds of heavy armor. Could it be that he was going to give it to those little fellows at the Violet Bamboo Manor? With how heavy it was, could those little fellows even carry it?

However, he did not ask about it. Instead, he turned around and left, his mind filled with doubts. In any case, before Ling Zhan left yesterday, he told him that the crown prince would agree to any request he had. Even if this request was outrageous, there was no need to ask too much.

His guess was not wrong. The heavy armor that Ling Yun wanted was indeed prepared for those teenagers. With the help of those heavy armor, the effect should be pretty good! The corner of Ling Yun's mouth rose slightly.

"Yun'er, what do you want those heavy armors for?" Murong Xiaoxiao asked. Her heart was also filled with curiosity. Lingyun previously could not absorb the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. Aside from the time when he was tempering his body, he spent the rest of his time focusing on his zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He wasn't too interested in leading his soldiers to war. Ling Zhan and Qin Yang were also worried that Qin Lie would lead the troops to war, so they let him do what he wanted. Why would they need armor today?

"Nope," Ling Yun curled his lips, and then revealed a smile in his eyes. "I heard that not long ago, I was severely injured and wanted to take revenge for me, so I could help them think of a way to quickly increase their strength! That's all I can think of. "

If Lin Xie and the rest heard this, they would definitely cry out. Although they wanted to quickly increase their strength, they did not get Lingyun to think of a way.

"Yun'er, they're just some kids. Two hundred kilograms of heavy armor isn't quite suitable for them!" Murong Xiaoxiao said with a bit of worry. Her eyes also revealed a trace of gratification. Those little fellows knew how to repay a debt of gratitude. Not bad, Lingyun did not adopt them for nothing.

However, this Lingyun kid is too ruthless. Wearing 200 jins of heavy armor, not to mention those little guys that didn't go through proper training, even the experienced Iron-Blood Warriors might not be able to do it!

200 jins. It would be difficult for even an early martial artist to move it, much less wear it.

Ling Yun shook his head, his body gradually releasing a powerful aura, and his eyes revealed a sharp light: "They are progressing too slowly, and have not reached the limits of what they can bear, and are progressing too slowly, wasting even their potential. Only by pushing them to their limits and stimulating their potential will they be able to quickly increase their strength and help me in the future. "

Murong Xiaoxiao gently shook her head and did not say another word. However, she could feel that Lingyun was no longer that scholarly young man; he was more like an Iron-Blood Warrior.

"I want to train with them too!" Qin Yinyue suddenly said.

"No way!" As soon as she finished speaking, two somewhat stern voices sounded at the same time.

"Why?" Qin Yinyue looked at Ling Yun and Murong Xiaoxiao with a wronged expression. Murong Xiaoxiao could barely understand if she disagreed, but why didn't Ling Yun agree? Didn't he wish for her to become a Martial King as soon as possible?

"Yue Er, my training method is not suitable for you!" How could he bear to have Qin Yinyue undergo such hellish training? If that were the case, it would be strange if he did not feel the pinch and die.

"Why not? Isn't there still a girl in the Violet Bamboo Manor? Don't tell me that in your eyes, I'm not even as good as them? " Qin Yinyue's eyes were filled with tears. With her young mistress's temper out, she began to pester him again.

Lingyun felt a headache coming on. He looked towards Murong Xiaoxiao, begging for help. His eyes were filled with helplessness.

"Yue Er, if you want to cultivate, mother will personally guide you. With mother's help, you will be able to become a Martial Master very soon!" Murong Xiaoxiao gently rubbed Qin Yinyue's small head, her red lips slightly parted as she spoke in a soft voice.

"Big Brother Ling Yun can also guide my cultivation!" Qin Yinyue pursed her red lips and looked at Lingyun with anticipation. Lingyun was a peak Martial Saint in his previous life, and he was much stronger than her mother. Of course, this was not the main reason. The main reason was because she wanted to accompany Ling Yun at all times.

Murong Xiaoxiao's face darkened. No matter what, she was still a Martial King with a respected status. If it wasn't for the fact that Qin Yinyue was her daughter, she would not have had the patience to teach her!

But this girl, typically, had a fiance who forgot her mother. In order to be together with Lingyun, she could also pull this off. Lingyun didn't have the experience to teach her.

Lingyun helplessly touched his nose, coughed lightly in embarrassment, and said with a bitter smile: "Yue Er, you should know that the meridians of men and women are different, I am more suitable to guide your cultivation."

Hearing this, both Murong Xiaoxiao and Qin Yinyue's faces immediately turned red. They glared at Ling Yun, and Ning Tianya's slightly closed eyelids also trembled. He gave Ling Yun a strange look. This guy really dares to say anything!

Lingyun pulled back his neck and gave an embarrassed smile. His face was also a bit red, and he had an embarrassed expression. As a man, saying those words in front of a woman was indeed true.

"Humph!" Qin Yinyue's face was a little red as she rolled her eyes at Ling Yun. She let out a gentle snort and did not say anything else, lest Ling Yun say something completely shocking.

Ta ta ta ta!

A series of sonorous and forceful footsteps rang out, and soon, Yan Lu walked over with eight Prince's Mansion guards, who were dressed in gray armor and held a long spear that flickered with a cold light, and had a solemn expression.

These eight soldiers all radiated with the aura of a warrior at the peak of martial arts. This kind of strength could already be considered elite in the private army of the Fifty Thousand Royal Mansion. After all, the private army of the Duke's Mansion was not the Black Armored Iron Army.

From what Ling Yun knew, in the Battle King's Mansion, the most powerful was not the black armor nor the royal guards, but the five hundred Royal Guards. Those were the trump cards of the War King's Mansion. They were the elite troops that had been selected from the other armies.

Each of them were experienced fighters and had strength above that of a Martial Master. Moreover, they were absolutely loyal to the King Manor and would be led by one of the generals under Ling Zhan, Tie Long. They would only listen to Ling Zhan's orders.

"Your Highness!" The eight Duke Palaces guards walked in front of Ling Yun, and stopped a few meters away from him.

Yan Lu did not kneel to the ground. He only cupped his hands towards Ling Yun, called out to the Crown Prince, and cupped his hands towards Murong Xiaoxiao and Qin Yinyue.

With his status and strength, even if he saw Ling Zhan and Ling Ao, he would not need to kneel in front of them.

"Yes sir!" The eight guards stood up, looking at Ling Yun, waiting for his orders.

"From now on, you guys will take turns watching over the mourning hall day and night. You can't even put a fly in there. Do you understand?" Ling Yun instructed solemnly.

"Leave four people here, the other four should go rest first!" To replace them in the evening. " Ling Yun waved his hand and said.

"Yes sir!" The eight guards nodded. Four of them walked to the front door of the mourning hall with sonorous footsteps. The remaining four entered a room not too far away.

"Your Highness, the one hundred sets of heavy armor have already been moved to the front of the Duke's Mansion. However, Great Master Liu has some matters to attend to today at the Alchemist Association, so he's not at the Prince's Mansion. That set of heavy armor that requires gravity to be engraved may only be delivered to the Purple Bamboo Manor tomorrow. If Your Highness is busy with it, then I can ask the other alchemists within the Prince's Mansion to help out. " Yan Lu cupped his fist and said.

"I'm not busy!" Lingyun waved his hand and said lightly. He did not want to see those guys with low level, yet with their noses to the sky, "Since Great Master Liu has matters to attend to, then let's inscribe again tomorrow!"

Looking at Murong Xiaoxiao and Qin Yinyue, Lingyun smiled and said, "Aunty, Yue-er, I'll go to the Violet Bamboo Manor first."

"Go! "Be careful!" Murong Xiaoxiao nodded and reminded him.

"En!" Lingyun nodded his head and looked at Ning Tianya. The corner of his mouth slightly curled up as he said, "Uncle Fu, go look for me at the Violet Bamboo Manor tomorrow morning."

"Yes!" This old servant understands! " Ning Tianya lowered his head, rolled his eyes, and said while clenching his teeth.