I, the ninth grade county magistrate, scare the empress to tears at the beginning!

When Marquis Langya was about to ask, the old Taoist priest and his disciple Zhao Qingniu kowtowed to her and said, "General, thank you for punishing rape and eradicating evil, and for saving me."

The old Taoist priest and Zhao Qingniu have not calmed down yet. One old and one young, their faces are red with excitement.

"This is ten taels of gold, enough to expand your Qingfeng Temple, buy some powerful martial arts secrets, and recruit more disciples." Throwing the gold aside, Marquis Langya said calmly: "You took care of Zhu Meng along the way, so this is for you. Hard work pay.”

"Jumong?"

"Yes, my general's nephew, Jumong."

Marquis Langya jumped off his horse, took out the healing medicine, and bandaged the skinny boy's wound. He frowned slightly and said, "You kid, you don't know how to be polite. You didn't even scream when you saw my aunt coming."

At this time, everyone knew that the thin boy was named Zhu Meng, and he was the nephew of Zhu Xuan, the Marquis of Langya in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It makes sense that Marquis Langya suddenly appeared here to pick up Jumong.

But for some reason, Jumong didn’t appreciate it.

Stubbornly, he put aside Langya Hou's hand, opened his clothes, and applied medicine to himself without even saying a polite word.

"Thank you... you... Ning Xiaoyu, Mr. Lu." After giving the medicine, Zhu Meng expressed his heartfelt thanks to Ning Xiaoyu and Lu Yuan.

"Hehe, you're welcome. Master said that when you are walking in the rivers and lakes, you should see the injustice on the road and draw your sword to help. Only then will the world become a better place." Ning Xiaoyu thought for a while and then said: "Actually, the general is nearby. I and I Even if Master doesn't take action, she will take action to save you, so you should thank her."

Jumong said nothing.

The speculation about the discord between the two just now appeared in Ning Xiaoyu's mind again.

"You two, I want to send my nephew to the Tomb of the Witch Ancestor on this trip to seek an opportunity. You are also going to the Tomb of the Witch Ancestor, right? Since we are on the way, why not go with us?" Marquis Langya suggested.

"can."

Lu Yuan nodded in agreement.

"General, Mr. Lu... can you take us with you?" Zhao Qingniu suddenly summoned the courage to ask. He knew that this was a huge opportunity, and if he missed it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Marquis Langya advised: "This time, most of the masters in the world are gathered at the Tomb of the Witch Ancestor. You two masters and disciples are limited in strength, so you should go home."

"General, I am not here to enter the Tomb of the Witch Ancestor. Master and I want to go there, wait for Lord Lu Yuan to show up, and witness the peerless elegance of the realm of land gods."

Marquis Langya had a complicated look on his face, and finally muttered: "Magistrate Lu may not show up, so don't have high hopes."

The old Taoist pleaded: "General, I can't wait until Lord Lu Yuan, take Qing Niu to see other masters in the world, and die without regrets. The Tomb of the Witch Ancestor is about to open, and all the heroes will gather together. This is a grand event that only happens once in a hundred years."

"It is indeed a grand event, but it is also a bloody storm... Since you insist, then come along."

Marquis Langya whistled, and the guards lurking nearby brought over some horses.

"Everyone, if walking takes time, please mount your horse!" Marquis Langya said.

These horses are not ordinary horses, but war horses that have actually been on the battlefield, fought against enemies, and been bloody battlefields. They are unruly and unruly and difficult for ordinary people to control.

"what!"

As soon as the old Taoist priest got on his horse, he was thrown off the horse, and his face suddenly lost all dignity.

Realizing that the war horse was bloody, he used all his strength to suppress the war horse, helped his apprentice get on the horse first, and then climbed aboard himself.

Then, Zhu Meng and Ning Xiaoyu mounted their horses one after another.

The war horse fiddled with its hooves several times, and was finally tamed by the two of them. But when it was Lu Yuan's turn, the horse's legs weakened and it collapsed directly on the ground, seeming to be in awe of Lu Yuan.

"What's wrong with the war horse? Go and give another one to Mr. Lu."

After Langya Hou gave the order, a guard brought his war horse over.

The result was the same as the last war horse. As soon as it approached Lu Yuan, its legs became weak and it fell to the ground.

However, Lu Yuan knew that these war horses had been on the battlefield for a long time and had some spirituality. Even if he restrained his spiritual energy, he was still sensed by the war horse.

After all, war horses were still livestock and were not worthy of becoming immortal mounts. The invisible pressure Lu Yuan gave them was too strong, so they did not dare to get close.

Marquis Langya frowned and looked at Lu Yuan doubtfully.

But Lu Yuan was staring at the white dragon horse under her crotch.

"Mr. Lu, you want to ride my Jueying? Her temper is even more violent than those war horses just now, and she is a fifth-level beast. Even if you are a great master, Jueying will not listen to you." Langya Hou explained road.

Her words were by no means alarmist. It took her more than a year to conquer the white dragon horse when she was promoted to the realm of grand master perfection. They fed it every day, cleaned it, and took good care of it for a year before it finally gained its trust.

"With Mr. Lu, there are no words that are impossible. It just depends on whether Marquis Langya is willing to give up the BMW."

Lu Yuan's words were both arrogant and arrogant.

If ordinary people made such a request, Langya Hou would definitely not agree to it, but Lu Yuan always gave her an unfathomable feeling, and because he saved her nephew Zhu Meng, she felt quite fond of him and wanted to give it a try. Test Lu Yuan's depth...

After a combination of various factors, I finally agreed to this request, which sounded very rude.

But how did she know that Lu Yuan's exclusive mount Jiuyou was a real seventh-level strange beast that could speak human words. After transforming into a dragon, it could break through to the eighth level, which was better than her white dragon horse's fifth-level Jueying. , I don’t know how many times more powerful.

It's just that Jiuyou was lent to Jiang Linglong by Lu Yuan, otherwise it wouldn't be Langya Hou's white dragon horse that would be lucky enough to be used by Lu Yuan today.

Lu Yuan slowly walked into the white dragon horse.

A scene that surprised Marquis Langya then appeared——

Jueying, who was usually unruly, lowered his head docilely, knelt on the ground with his knees half-crouched, and actually invited Lu Yuan to get on the horse!

"Your name is Jueying?"

Lu Yuan gently stroked the mane of the white dragon horse, closing his eyes slightly, savoring the message that the war horse named "Jueying" conveyed to him.

At that moment, he seemed to be riding Jueying back to the sandy northern battlefield, leading thousands of troops of the Great Zhou Dynasty to fight the enemy.

Each high-level alien beast has its own unique temperament, which is the key to controlling them. The more temperament the knight feels, the more loyal the beast becomes.

"Well, you are eager to kill the enemy... eager to step onto the battlefield..."

"Nice horse."

Opening his eyes again, Lu Yuan gently tightened the reins. Jueying raised his front hooves high, raised his head and neighed, then took Lu Yuan and galloped away, leaving only an afterimage in the place.

Marquis Langya stood in the wind, his cloak fluttering behind him.

In a pair of beautiful eyes, there was shock at first, and then a rare smile with unclear meaning appeared.

"Interesting...who are you? I am becoming more and more interested in your identity." (End of Chapter)