Chapter 135 Zhang Muyun's Engagement

Why were the disciples of Qilin courtyard so mysterious and hidden so deeply was a form of protection to avoid being assassinated by other sects.

"You have to listen to your master. Your master is doing it for your own good!"

Lu Ming said seriously.

Qiu Yue stuck out his tongue and said, "I know, young master, but now Qiu Yue can't stay with young master and take care of young master."

"Then you have to work hard to cultivate. When you reach the fourth rank of a great martial artist, the young master will bring you into the world."

Lu Ming encouraged.

"Really? Young master, don't lie."

Qiu Yue's eyes were full of anticipation.

"Of course it's true. When did the young master lie to you?"

Lu Ming smiled.

Time passed between the two of them, and soon more than an hour passed.

"Young master, I'm leaving. Master should be looking for me."

Qiu Yue said reluctantly.

"Go on, with your talent, we will soon be able to conquer the world together."

Lu Ming pinched Qiu Yue's face and smiled.

Qiu Yue's big eyes were misty, and he suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed Lu Ming on the face. Then he turned around and ran with a red face, like a frightened rabbit. He ran so fast that he disappeared in the mountains.

Feeling the faint moisture and fragrance on her face, Lu Ming smiled and whispered, "This girl, she hasn't seen you for a while. She's got a lot of guts."

Shaking his head slightly, he turned around and left.

In the following days, they continued to cultivate and hunt monsters.

Both martial arts and cultivation are steadily improving.

It was a long time and another month in the blink of an eye.

The harvest this month was gratifying.

The Musket Formula finally made a breakthrough and reached the sixth level.

However, the Aerial Stride had only reached the peak of the second level and had not broken through the third level.

However, Lu Ming's cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth rank of a martial artist. The next step is to become a great martial artist.

"It's time to go back."

Counting the time, Lu Ming had been in the coastal mountains for more than two months.

The way of cultivation is relaxed, but it can't be practiced blindly. Sometimes, it may not have a good effect.

Lu Ming moved and headed for the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Half a day later, Lu Ming returned to the dormitory.

"Senior Lu Ming, you're finally back. I thought you couldn't make it?"

As soon as she saw Lu Ming, Pang Shi said hurriedly.

"Can't make it? What can't make it?"

Lu Ming asked curiously.

"Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong's engagement celebration!"

Hua Chi walked out of the room with an invitation in his hand.

"Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong are engaged?" Lu Ming was slightly taken aback.

"Seven days ago, Zhang Muyun personally came to send you an invitation. Unfortunately, you weren't here, so he left this invitation with me."

Hua Chi handed the invitation to Lu Ming.

Lu Ming opened the invitation and saw that it happened to be today, and the address was at the Xuanjian city sword dance academy.

Sword dance academy. Lu Ming had heard of it. It was very famous in Xuanjian city. It was famous for its elegant environment. Many celebrities would choose to hold it in the sword dance academy if they had any happy events.

"Then I'm in the right time. I'm in the right time!"

Lu Ming smiled.

It's not too late to get there before the sun sets.

Zhang Muyun gave Lu Ming a good impression. He was a good friend. The other party was engaged to Zhuo Yirong and sent him an invitation personally. Naturally, Lu Ming was going.

"Do you want to go together?"

Lu Ming asked.

"Forget it. We are all experts this time, so we won't join the fun."

Hua Chi said.

Lu Ming knew that Hua Chi was arrogant, so he didn't say anything more. He said goodbye and headed for Xuanjian city.

...

Xuanjian city sword dance academy was unusually lively.

The lights were red and festive.

Zhang Muyun, who was extremely talented, held the top spot on the bronze list when Lu Ming did not rise, and even Duanmu Yunyang, the new king, was held down by him.

Moreover, he was easy-going, generous, and had the style of a king. He was very popular in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

This time, he was engaged to Zhuo Yirong. There were 60 people on the bronze list and more than 50 people came.

Not only that, there were also some silver-grade disciples, elders, deacons, and even the silver-robed elders who came several times.

In addition to Zhang Muyun and Zhuo Yirong's family, there were several hundred people in the sword dance courtyard.

In a small lake in the sword dance courtyard, there was a flat open space, in which dozens of tables were arranged.

At this time, although the banquet has not yet started, the people have basically arrived.

Familiar people sat at a table and chatted with each other.

Just then, a middle-aged man, who looked like a bodyguard, stumbled in with blood on his mouth and a big lump on his face.

"Zhang ji, what's going on?"

Beside Zhang Muyun, his father stood up and asked coldly.

This scene, of course, fell into the eyes of others and looked over in surprise.

"Master, master, there is someone outside the door without an invitation. They came uninvited. We only asked a question, and they hurt people. They have already barged in. We can't stop them."

The guard shouted.

"What invitation? Where are we going, do we need an invitation?"

A haughty and cold voice sounded, and the three young men came over.

"Who are you? Don't you know that today is the day of brother zhang's engagement? How dare you barge in?"

A disciple from Qinglong courtyard got up and drank loudly.

His name was Military Shame and he was ranked 43 on the bronze list.

"Yo yo yo, what's the big deal about a blind date for a disciple on the bullshit bronze list? What's there to be afraid of?"

A young man with a sword in his arms sneered.

"Arrogant, let me see what you have."

Military Shame shouted angrily and moved like an eagle towards the young man holding the knife. He grabbed the young man with one claw.

"I dare to teach you tricks!"

The young man with the knife smiled coldly and split his palm.

Whoosh!

The young man's hand was clearly only a flesh palm, but the crowd seemed to see a unique war knife coming out of its sheath, and the blade rose into the sky, a bright blade cut on Military Shame's hand.

The next moment, there was a cry of shame. His figure flew back and smashed two tables in succession before he could stand still. But his body kept trembling, and one of his palms was dripping with blood.

The crowd was shocked and looked at the young man with the knife in shock.

Military Shame was wounded with a knife cut from his flesh palm. This kind of fighting power was not idle.

Military Shame was ranked 43 on the bronze list, and it would take at least the top 20 geniuses on the bronze list to defeat him with such an easy move. But these people, who were unfamiliar with each other, were not disciples of the Four great courtyards at all.

Where did that genius come from?

Zhang Muyun stood up and cupped his fists, "Who are you guys? Zhang mou thinks he has never offended you."

"Heh heh, you are the second Zhang Muyun on the bronze list, right?"

Said one of the grim-faced youths.

If Lu Ming were here, he would have recognized this cold young man as Jian Wuchen of Qilin courtyard.

The other two were disciples of Qilin courtyard.

(The end of this chapter)