Everyone dispersed, leaving only Guo Jing and Ling Muyun at the same place without leaving. Guo Jing looked at Ling Muyun with curiosity. Although Ling Muyun was wearing Mongolian clothes as usual at this time, his fair skin and handsome face were completely different from the dark and rough face created by the Mongolians by the wind and sand. Although Guo Jing was dull, he also saw the special features of Ling Muyun.

Ling Muyun did not dodge and looked at Guo Jing with a smile. The target he came here was Guo Jing, so naturally there was no reason to avoid it anymore.

Guo Jing looked at it for a while and said in a depressing manner: "You are not a Mongolian, are you?"

"Oh?" Ling Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with a smile: "How do you know I'm not a Mongolian?"

Guo Jing scratched his head and said, "The Mongolians are not as white as you, nor are they as handsome as you."

"Haha, boy, you're right. Most Mongolians have thick skin on their faces, and there is really no handsome man like me." Ling Muyun stroked his face with his hand and said narcissistically.

"You are not a Mongolian, then are you a Jin or a Han person?" Guo Jing asked with his eyes fixed on Ling Muyun, with a faint expectation in his eyes.

"I'm a Han person."

When Guo Jing heard that Ling Muyun was a Han Chinese, he felt intimate and said with a little excitement: "I am also a Han Chinese. My mother and my seven masters are also Han Chinese. They all grew up in Jiangnan. According to them, it was a place with beautiful mountains, rivers and beautiful scenery... But I was born in Mongolia. I have never been to the grassland since I was a child, nor have I been to Jiangnan. I don't know what kind of beauty is there..." Later, his voice gradually lowered, obviously touching a certain feeling in my heart.

Looking at Guo Jing's performance and thinking of his pitiful life experience, Ling Muyun sighed, stepped forward and patted Guo Jing on the shoulder with his hand, comforted him, "Don't worry, you will definitely have a chance to go to Jiangnan."

"Thanks."

Guo Jing's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Ling Muyun and said reluctantly.

"By the way, everyone else has left, why are you still here?" Ling Muyun didn't want Guo Jing to continue to feel depressed, so he asked in a different way.

"Oh, I want to stay and practice martial arts for a while. I am too stupid. The kung fu taught by my master always fails to practice well, which always disappoints several masters." As he said that, Guo Jing lowered his head again, obviously he was very discouraged by his slow progress in martial arts.

Ling Muyun comforted: "Don't be discouraged. There is nothing difficult in the world. I'm afraid that there are people who are determined. As long as you persist in your efforts, nothing can be done."

"Well, you're right, I'll work hard."

Guo Jing nodded heavily, with a look of determination on his face. Then he pierced the short sword with a golden handle and golden sheath given by Temujin into his belt, and then pulled out the long sword. Regardless of Ling Muyun watching from the side, he practiced sword skills on the spot.

This is also because Guo Jing grew up on the grassland and did not understand the rules of the martial arts world. People who practice martial arts have always valued themselves. Most people in the real martial arts world regard their own martial arts as a reliance on their lives and are reluctant to reveal and teach them to outsiders. How could they allow irrelevant people to watch from the side when practicing martial arts? Only those who grew up on the grassland and have never been in contact with the world, and are naturally Luzhi will practice martial arts in front of others without any defense.

Since Guo Jing didn't care, Ling Muyun was happy to watch. He didn't want to steal the master. He had the two great masters of Nine Yin and Nine Yang, and Ling Muyun was not seen by Ling Muyun. He wanted to take this opportunity to carefully observe and see what level Guo Jing's martial arts skills had reached. After all, Guo Jing is a person who came to the world of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and has a lot to do with his system tasks. If he wants to participate in the plot and complete the tasks, he will inevitably have to get entangled with Guo Jing more, and he must always have a clear understanding of his strength.

The sword technique that Guo Jing practiced was taught by Han Xiaoying, the Yue Girl sword technique taught by Han Xiaoying, the last seven monsters of Jiangnan. One of the tricks of "branch strikes the white ape" was to jump into the air and pull two flat flowers in a row, and then go back to the sword to hit it. This is a exquisite move in the Yue Girl sword technique.

However, Guo Jing tried his best to leap, but he was not light enough. He only pulled one and a half flat flowers in the air, and then he fell to the ground. Even after trying many times, he always lost half flat flowers. Occasionally, he jumped high enough and forgot to pull the flat flowers in the sword. After practicing for a long time, this move "branch strikes the white ape" was always impossible. Either he jumped too low or he didn't have time to pull the flat flowers in the air. Guo Jing couldn't help but feel restless, but he became more and more bad. He only practiced so hard that he was sweating but was always difficult to practice.

Seeing this, Ling Muyun couldn't help but shake his head secretly. Guo Jing is dull by nature and is more suitable for taking a simple and straightforward path. However, the sword technique he is practicing now emphasizes light and agile body movements, and the sword moves are ingenious, which is simply inconsistent with Guo Jing's qualifications. No matter how much time he practices, he may not be able to achieve success.

At this moment, suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves was heard. Ling Muyun looked back and saw that Hua Zheng, who had left before, was galloping back again. She rushed to the vicinity, and looked at Ling Muyun next to her in surprise. She seemed to be wondering why he suddenly appeared like this. However, obviously, her interest in him was far less than that of Guo Jing. After taking a look, she turned her attention to Guo Jing. Regardless of the presence of Ling Muyun, a stranger, she looked at Guo Jing practicing swords. Seeing that he looked hard, she couldn't help but persuade: "Don't practice, take a break."

Guo Jing was not grateful and said a little impatiently: "Don't quarrel with me, I don't have time to talk to you."

Hua Zheng stopped talking and looked at him with a smile. After a while, she took out a handkerchief from her arms, tied two knots, threw it at him, and shouted: "Wipe the sweat."

Guo Jing nodded, but did not take it, letting the handkerchief land, and still practicing swordsmanship.

Seeing this scene, Ling Muyun couldn't help but sigh inwardly, the falling flowers were intentional, and the flowing water was ruthless. Hua Zheng's affection for Guo Jing could even see the outsider who had met for the first time. Unfortunately, Guo Jing, a fool, didn't notice it at all. Perhaps this was God's will.

At this time, Hua Zheng said again: "You beg your father just now, don't let me marry Dushi, then why?"

Guo Jing said: "Dushi is very bad. I used to let the leopard eat your brother Tolei. If you marry him, he might hit you."

Hua Zheng smiled and said, "If he hit me, come and help me."

Guo Jing couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and said, "Then... how can that happen?"

Hua Zheng stared at him and said softly: "If I don't marry Dushi, then who will I marry?"

Guo Jing shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Hua Zheng said "spray", her face was flushed, but suddenly turned into anger and said, "You don't know anything!"

Ling Muyun couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The girl on the grassland was so generous. There was outsiders present so much that she showed her affection in a nearly straightforward way. She didn't have the shyness and implicitness of a Han woman. She just thought he didn't exist. If she hadn't vaguely remembered that something seemed to happen next, Ling Muyun would have turned around and left long ago. It would be really bad to be a light bulb.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a sad and anxious sound coming from the sky. Ling Muyun looked up and saw that the big white sculpture that was led away by the black sculpture design flew back quickly. It chased the black sculpture until this time, thinking that it was the black sculpture that lured it to a very far place. The two little white sculptures in the cave on the top of the cliff saw their relatives return, and they kept chirping, as if they were crying to the big white sculptures.

Seeing that his lover had died on the cliff, the flying white eagle kept crying sadly, like a white cloud passing through the cliff, then flew back again, swirling around, and the sound was very sad, making people feel sad.

Hua Zheng said to Guo Jing: "Look at how pitiful this white eagle is."

Guo Jing nodded and said, "Well, it must be very sad!"

At this moment, I suddenly heard the white eagle's long and shook its wings straight up into the sky, and then rushed down from the clouds like an arrow. With a puff, it hit a big rock on the cliff, and died immediately and fell to the side of the white eagle who had died before.

Guo Jing and Hua Zheng exclaimed in the same voice, jumped up together, so scared that they couldn't speak for a long time.

"What is love in the world? It is to teach you life and death to each other. The two flying guests from all over the world, and the old wings have several times of cold and heat. Joy and parting are painful, and there are even more foolish children. You should have words, the clouds are vast, the snow of thousands of mountains and the snow of the evening, and only the shadows are going to..." Seeing this scene, Ling Muyun's mind suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but recite it in a low voice.

Suddenly, a loud voice came from behind: "Good words! Good words! Respectable! Respectable!"

The three of them looked back in the voice and saw an old Taoist priest strode towards him. The old Taoist was gray-haired but rosy in his face, and his hair was tied up high on his head, and his Taoist robe was spotless. In this windy and sandy land, I don’t know how to be so clean. Holding a whisk in his hand, he floated in the wind, like a god.
Chapter completed!