I'm about to become an immortal, do you want me to be a prince?

Chapter 36 Li Mu, who desperately wants money, owes money!
What the hell!

Li Mu didn't expect that this guy would beat up as soon as he met.

Use your spiritual power quickly, and he will basically not be soft on people and things that threaten his life and property.

I saw Li Mu's double-fingered parallel sword, and the spiritual energy at his fingertips was swaying like a flame.

Just wait for the big black man to approach, and send him directly to the west to chat with the Buddha about life.

At this moment, Cheng Chubi suddenly yelled, "Yeah, don't!"

Ok?
Uh-huh?

yeah?
Cheng Chubi's father, Cheng Yaojin?
At this time, the aura of Li Mu's fingertips had already pointed to Cheng Yaojin.

Li Mu hurriedly forced himself to change direction. Fortunately, his fingertips deviated a little when he was in danger.

Cheng Yaojin suddenly felt a scorching energy flash across his cheek.

His heart tightened suddenly, he hadn't experienced this sense of crisis for a long time.

Back then, when he fought for territory with the Li family and his son, he did it.

I vaguely remember that when I was in a life-and-death crisis, when I escaped a fatal calamity, I probably felt the same way now.

In an instant, years of combat experience told him that this kid is very dangerous!

So the body unconsciously and subconsciously avoided Li Mu's front.

boom!
There was a loud noise.

Cheng Yaojin punched a wooden fence.

The wooden partition was instantly blasted into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Cheng Chubi and the others suddenly felt rejoiced.

Especially Cheng Chubi, who hurried over and knelt down, "Thank you, sir, be merciful!"

Yu Chigong also felt relieved, he knew something about the relationship between Li Mu and Li Shimin, and he was afraid that Cheng Yaojin would kill this little guy in a fit of anger.

Then he would get himself into trouble.

As for Zhang Gongjin, it was purely out of pity.

"Yizhen, don't be reckless, calm down!"

"Yes, the surname is Cheng, this little baby is also a man from Jingyang County, if you have any problems, you have to ask His Majesty to deal with it."

Cheng Yaojin's bean-sized beads of sweat began to slide off his cheeks at this time, feeling as if he had just walked around the gate of hell, the kind of irritating one.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sneaked a glance at Li Mu's side, and under careful observation, he saw a small hole the size of two fingers appeared in the bricks and stones under Li Mu's feet, but Li Mu had already stepped on it with his feet at this time.

"Are you Li Mu, a man from Jingyang County?" Zhang Gongjin stepped forward and asked.

"Ang, who are you?"

"A certain Zhang Gongjin."

Ok?
Zhang Gongjin?
"Dingyuan County Duke Zhang Gongjin?"

"Exactly."

Although Zhang Gongjin is not as famous as Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and Changsun Wuji, he is still a strong man whose photos can be hung on the wall of Lingyan Pavilion after death.

It's a pity that he died so early!
"I'm Yuchi Gong, little boy, you just said you're selling poetry manuscripts, could it be that yours is the manuscript of my Dalang's poems?"

"Ah this."

"Red beans grow in the southern country, and a few branches come out in spring."

"May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

"It's really a good poem. I didn't expect such a good poem to be written by a 12-year-old young man like you. It seems that His Majesty resisted all opinions and made you a knight at the age of 12. It is not without reason." Zhang Gongjin stroked his beard and smiled.

"Little baby's poem is really good. It's much better than the kid in the grandson's family. I can't see the elder grandson bragging about his parent Sun Dalang's talent every time. Looking at it now, you are much better than his son. Well!" Yuchi Gong laughed loudly.

"Mr. Yuchi has won the award, please forgive me for Dalang's matter!"

After all, it's unreasonable to bring someone's son out to visit the red light district, so it's better to lower your posture.

"It's okay, it's okay, Dalang is eighteen this year, and it's time to find him a marriage."

Seeing Yu Chigong's indifferent expression, Li Mu let out a deep breath.

Then he looked at Cheng Yaojin, "I didn't know it was General Cheng before, so I offended you so much, please forgive me."

Cheng Yaojin took a deep look at him, then snorted, and left with Cheng Chubi, obviously not pleasing Li Mu.

Li Mu smiled awkwardly.

Before leaving, Cheng Chubi also said, "Brother, I'll come to you tomorrow."

Li Mu smiled slightly, "Sao Nian, you probably won't be able to find me again in the future, if your father doesn't beat you, you'll be bedridden and I'll lose."

The commotion here was quickly resolved by the people of Yuchi Gong and Zhang Gongjin, and no one came to disturb them.

"Li Jingyang, how about going for a drink together?"

Zhang Gongjin was very interested in this young man who could write such excellent poems, so he invited him.

Li Mu also has a good impression of Zhang Gongjin.

After all, he is handsome, who would be disgusted with a handsome guy?

So the three of them moved into the inner room and began to sit on their knees, divided into host and guest.

After talking for a while, Li Mu knew that Zhang Gongjin was going to fight on the front line. Before he died, bah, come out and relax before leaving. There is nothing wrong with pampering before leaving.

"Mr. Zhang, is this going on an expedition?"

"Exactly."

"Mu respects Mr. Zhang, I wish Mr. Zhang a victory and a triumphant return."

"Then accept Li Jingyang's auspicious words!"

After speaking, the two toasted each other.

"If I hadn't gone to Jingnan to fight water bandits, I would have fought side by side with Hongshen."

At this time, the south is not very stable, and Li Shimin also has a headache from time to time. He will send a few fierce men to suppress it, but it is definitely not the same level of difficulty as fighting the Turks.

"Jingde needs to be more careful when he goes to the south."

"Hey, some hunters and water thieves are nothing to worry about, but Hongshen should be careful. That old man Jieli is not easy."

"Well, Jingde is relieved, I dare not underestimate Ashina's aggressiveness."

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, this time our Tang Dynasty will surely win." Li Mu interrupted suddenly.

Zhang Gongjin and Yu Chigong smiled when they heard the words, probably thinking that Li Mu was just like those hot-blooded young men who only knew how to shout slogans.

"Li Jingyang is young and energetic, he doesn't know the dangers of the battlefield, the soldiers are unpredictable, and the situation is unpredictable. It is difficult to predict the outcome until the last moment."

As a veteran driver on the battlefield, of course, he would not say such rhetoric that he must win. It is fine to shout slogans at ordinary times, and there is no need to pretend in private.

"Mr. Zhang, isn't the old man Jieli beaten and maimed by Mr. Yaoshi? Why are you still questioning him so much?"

"Li Jingyang doesn't know something. This old man Jieli is very cunning. He takes advantage of the terrain and hides everywhere. It is difficult for the main force of our army to locate him. If he is allowed to escape from the encirclement, it will be in vain."

"Is it hard to find a trace?"

Li Mu stroked his chin and began to ponder.

After a while, suddenly his eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh and said.

"I wonder if Mr. Zhang has heard of telescopes?"

"Telescope? What is it?"

"Things that can be seen thousands of miles away, sharp weapons for chasing the enemy!"

"Little baby, don't lie to us, how can there be such a magic weapon in the world?"

"General Yuchi hasn't seen it before, so maybe he doesn't exist!"

"Li Jingyang is so sure, can you show me this sharp weapon?"

"Not now."

"Ok?"

"But I can make it!"

"really?"

"Really!"

"Then please Li Jingyang make it quickly!"

"It can be built, is this the funding..."

Li Mu said while stroking his thumb and index finger.

Then he looked at Zhang Gongjin and Yu Chigong with a smile.

The corners of Zhang Gongjin and Yu Chigong's mouths twitched again and again.

Why is this kid so ugly?

　I wanted to come up with a routine of writing poems and pretending to be forceful, but after thinking about it, it's too low, so let's go directly to the main line!The connection is not smooth enough, readers, please forgive me!
　　
　
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