Through the Ren and Du meridians, the vibrant true qi flowed in the body like a river flowing endlessly. Ling Muyun suddenly seemed to see a bright light in front of him. He felt that there was qi everywhere in his limbs and bones. He couldn't help but open his mouth, blurted out with a long roar, shaking the house and spreading out.

It turns out that when a person has reached a certain level of internal skills, he often makes strange noises without realizing it. During the Ming Dynasty, the great scholar Wang Yangming, practiced his qi in the military camp in the middle of the night, and suddenly roared loudly, and the army was shocked. This is a clear record in history. This is the case with Ling Muyun at this time. His internal strength is everywhere, and he only feels that the breath in his body is sufficient and he is difficult to suppress, and he does not roar or be happy.

Ling Muyun's long roar was okay, and his voice was like a dragon roar and a tiger roar in the deep valley. It was teleported from a distance. It was clearly heard within a radius of more than ten miles. For a moment, the entire house was alarmed. People who had already settled stood up one after another to see what was going on. Because the Fuwei Escort Agency's general account was divided into two parts, inside and outside, the inner house was where the Ling family lived. In addition to the Ling family's relatives, there were twenty or thirty servants serving the servants. The outer court was the headquarters of the escort agency, and dozens of escorts were always on duty here in daily life. Therefore, there were nearly a hundred people living in the Fuwei Escort Agency's general account. At this time, so many people were alarmed, how could the movement be less? There was a sudden noise in the originally quiet escort agency!

However, the first person to react was the Ling family, who was close to the water tower. As soon as the whistle started, Ling Zhennan and his wife Wang Yue'e rushed out of the house because they had not yet fallen asleep. When they arrived in the yard, they found that there was an old man with white face and no beard standing in the yard. It was Ling Fang, the butler of Ling Mansion. Seeing Ling Fang, Ling Zhennan and Wang Yue'e and his wife were not surprised at all. Ling Zhennan hurriedly asked, "Brother Fang, what's going on? Who is whistling?"

As a family of martial arts families, Ling Zhennan still has some knowledge, although his martial arts skills are not very good, he still has knowledge. When he hears this sound, he knows that someone has cultivated his internal energy to a very profound level, and he makes a long whistle to relieve the filling of internal energy. This situation generally occurs when the internal energy suddenly has a major progress and the body cannot adapt to the sudden increase in the true energy. It is not a specific manifestation of a certain realm.

However, if this happens, at least he must be a person who practices internal skills and enters the house. Even Ling Zhennan himself is still out of reach for such internal skills, and no one in the mansion has such conditions. But this low voice sounded in the inner house of Ling's mansion again. How could Ling Zhennan not be surprised?

As Ling Zhennan asked, Wang Yue'e also looked at Ling Fang. After marrying into the Ling family for so many years, she naturally knew about the Ling family. She knew that although her husband Ling Zhennan was both the head of the Ling family and the head of the Fuwei Escort Agency, the real master of the Ling family was not him at all, but Ling Fang, the white-faced and beardless butler in front of her. If Ling Fang had not been loyal to the Ling family for many years, the Fuwei Escort Agency's brand would have collapsed long ago. Therefore, although Ling Fang was nominally just a servant of the Ling family, many times the couple wanted to seek Ling Fang's opinions.

But Ling Fang said with a strange expression: "Master, madam, if I heard it correctly, this sound came from the young master's room, which should be the whistle made by the young master."

"Brother Fang, you said it was Yun'er? How is this possible!"

Ling Zhennan's first reaction after hearing Ling Fang's words was to shake his head repeatedly. How could this be possible? He doesn't know his own son? His swordsmanship is quite reasonable, and he can only say that he has only touched a little bit of fur in his internal strength. He may not even be considered a four- or five-way stream when he is in the world. How could he make such a full whistle?

"Brother Nan, it's probably Yun'er. Listen to this voice, who else can you be if you don't have Yun'er?"

In fact, Wang Yue'e, the son who is a mother, is more familiar with her. When she first heard the roar, Wang Yue'e actually heard it seemed to be the voice of her son Ling Muyun. However, she also felt that her son had weak internal skills and could not make such a thrilling, and she just thought that she had heard it wrong. But now that Ling Fang said this, Wang Yue'e had confidence in her previous judgment.

"Is it really Yun'er?" Ling Zhennan felt a little confused when he heard Ling Fang and his wife say this. After listening carefully, the long roaring sound was indeed very similar to the tone of his son. He couldn't help but be surprised and happy: "When did Yun'er's internal skills become so profound? Could it be that there is really a sudden enlightenment when a god teaches art?!"

The reason why Ling Zhennan said this is because in folk legends, there are indeed ordinary people who were favored by gods and men to teach their skills in their dreams. As a result, they suddenly realized the truth of martial arts and became peerless masters. They were mostly compiled into a storybook by storytellers, and they were also talked about by ordinary people in the city. However, these are limited to legends, and no one knows whether they are true or false. However, most people in the world mostly sneer at such legends, believing that these so-called legends were just arranged by storytellers to satisfy the fantasy of those ordinary people in the city to satisfy the fantasy of those ordinary people in the city. It is impossible to exist in reality. Martial arts always require a little bit of practice and tempering. How can they reach the sky step by step?

Originally, Ling Zhennan, like most people in the world, always regarded such legends as jokes and did not believe them at all. But now he was a little uncertain. Otherwise, how could he explain that his son would suddenly have such profound internal skills? This is simply unreasonable! Apart from the legendary gods and man who learned the arts in an instant, he really couldn't think of anything else to explain this.

At this moment, I heard footsteps coming from all over the place, but the maids and servants who were serving in the inner house also came out to check. Then there was a noise outside the courtyard, and then a bold voice came from the gate of the inner house: "What's wrong with the head of the chief? Is it necessary for brothers?"

Ling Zhennan heard that the person who spoke was Shi Pao, who was on duty at night in the outer room. He probably heard the noise and led people to check it out. However, because the inner room was the place where the Ling family lived, it was inconvenient to go straight in, so he asked.

Ling Fang suddenly said to Ling Zhennan: "Master, the one who whistles this long voice is indeed the young master. Although I don't know why his martial arts suddenly improves, the fewer people know about this, the better. You must know that the wood is in the forest and the wind will destroy it!"

Ling Zhennan was shocked, nodded to Ling Fang, and then shouted outside the inner courtyard: "It's nothing, Shi Piao, take everyone back and rest!"

"Yes, the head of the ward."

Head Shi agreed, and footsteps went away. It was obvious that the escorts and men returned to their rooms as they were ordered. As for whether they really followed the orders to go back to sleep, or were still whispering to themselves, then they didn't know.

Then Ling Zhennan ordered the servants and maids who came out to check the news to go back to the room to sleep, and then came to Ling Muyun's yard with his wife and Ling Fang. Because they were afraid of disturbing Ling Muyun, the three of them did not enter the house and just stood outside the house. On the one hand, they were eager to know the specific situation of Ling Muyun, and on the other hand, they also protected Ling Muyun's Dharma.

Ling Muyun's roar was heard for more than ten miles, and half of Jinghai County City heard it. Ordinary people didn't understand the mystery and didn't think it was. They were just curious about who shouted here in the middle of the night, which made people restless. They would inevitably curse a few words such as "immoral ghosts" and "souls". But those practitioners who understood the tricks were a little shocked. I don't know which internal master was practicing qi in the middle of the night. After careful examination, I could only hear that the roar was coming from the west of the city. There were many homes in the west of the city, and it was very difficult to find out the specific location of the sound source.

The roar lasted for two or three quarters of an hour before it gradually became quiet. The martial arts practitioners who heard the roar were all secretly shocked by the deep internal strength of the roaring person. Ling Zhennan, Wang Yue'e and Ling Fang couldn't help but look at each other, surprised and happy. I really couldn't imagine why Ling Muyun's internal strength suddenly became more profound.

After a moment, the whistle stopped completely. Just as Ling Zhennan and the other three were hesitating whether to enter the house to take a look, Ling Muyun's slightly tired voice came from the house: "Dad, mother, Bo Fang, are you?"

"It's us, how about you, Yun'er? Isn't it okay?" Wang Yue'e asked in advance. Although she was also surprised that her son suddenly improved his internal strength, as a mother, she was more worried about whether this sudden change would damage his son or have any bad effects. For her, her son's safety is actually more important than anything else.

"Mom, I'm pretty good, I'm a little tired. I know you must be very strange now. Will I tell you tomorrow?"

Wang Yue'e heard the unconcealed fatigue in her son's tone and said worriedly: "Son, are you really okay? Don't lie to your mother!"

"Mom, I'm really fine, I'm just a little tired. I'll explain the matter to you in detail tomorrow, okay?" Ling Muyun's tired voice came out of the room again.

Ling Zhennan pondered for a moment and said to his wife: "Yue'er, it seems that Yun'er is tired. Let's let him rest. It's not too late to see him tomorrow."

Wang Yue'e nodded, then turned her head to the middle of the room and said, "Yun'er, you have to rest first, we'll leave first, and we'll see you tomorrow morning."
Chapter completed!