"If I think I'm worthy, then I'm worthy. Why, Mrs. Zhao, do you want to take care of it too?"
Ling Zhengrong's aura was honed on the battlefield, and his iron-blooded wind made Zhao and others tremble in fear with a slight frown.
If the Valley Master of Yaowang Valley is willing to be Ling Shaoyang's master, that's a big deal for Ling Guofu!
If we have to say who is not worthy of whom, the one who is not worthy is their Ling Guofu!
"Don't you dare! Mr. Ling, if you really want Prince Ling to become a disciple, our family Huanhuan can recommend Prince Ling to Sword Master Qingyun. As you know, she is now a disciple of Sword Master Qingyun. Speak up.
It still has weight, when the time comes..."
Mrs. Zhao didn't know that Ling Zhengrong had found the master of Yaowang Valley to be Ling Shaoyang's master.
As soon as these words came out, Ye Huanhuan, Ye Yu and others were all embarrassed.
The Master of the Medicine King Valley and the Qingyun Sword Master are not on the same level, right?
"No need!"
Ling Zhengrong waved his hand with a look of deep anger.
How can the Qingyun Sword Master of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect compare to the Valley Master of the Yaowang Valley?! What is the difference between this and throwing a watermelon to pick up sesame seeds?
Ling Zhengrong didn't want to pay attention to Zhao and others, and pulled Ling Shaoyang to Ye Qingran.
After staring at Ye Qingran for a while, Ling Zhengrong was a little confused at the moment. He didn't know how to call Ye Qingran. Of course, he couldn't call him "Valley Master", and "Little Girl of the Ye Family" seemed to be a little neglectful of the boss.
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"Mr. Ling, do you not recognize me in this moment?"
Ye Qingran said with a smile, these words made Ling Zhengrong's eyes flash, and he instantly understood what she meant.
He laughed and said: "Little girl of the Ye family, I wonder when we will hold the apprenticeship banquet?"
Ye Qingran raised his eyebrows, "It's not urgent."
"Urgent, why aren't you in a hurry? Do you have time tomorrow? Or tomorrow, or today?"
Everyone: "..."
Are you in such a hurry to reincarnate?
They really couldn't understand why Lord Ling was so eager. Wasn't it just the same attitude of preferring death to surrender, why did it suddenly change?
Even Ling Shaoyang, the grandson, couldn't figure it out.
After Ling Zhengrong's strong efforts, the date of apprenticeship was determined to be three days later, and the location was Ling Guofu.
Under Ye Qingran's strong request, the apprenticeship banquet was kept very low-key. Except for Ye Qingran, who brought Han Xing with her, only the Ling family's grandparents and a few servants were present at the apprenticeship banquet.
Ling Shaoyang brought Ye Qingran a cup of tea, kowtowed, and then had a meal together, which meant that he had succeeded in becoming a disciple.
Of course, Ye Qingran also gave him a apprenticeship ceremony. An apprenticeship ceremony that surprised Ling Zhengrong, an old guy who had seen a lot of things in the world! He could only think in his heart: It is indeed Yaowanggu's handiwork!
However, Ling Zhengrong temporarily let him have it on the pretext of temporarily keeping it for Ling Shaoyang, so that Ling Shaoyang, the apprentice, didn't even know what his master had given him.
After lunch, Ling Zhengrong invited Ye Qingran into the study, saying that he had a few words to say to Ye Qingran.
"Valley Master, why are you in Xiliang City?"
After closing the door, Ling Zhengrong asked impatiently.
Ye Qingran randomly found a seat and sat down, and said casually: "I am originally the daughter of General Yun Suifeng of Dingyuan. Is there anything strange in Xiliang City?"
Ling Zhengrong nodded and said with emotion: "I thought you were quite similar to that girl Suifeng before, but I didn't dare to think too much about it. I just thought we were similar. I never thought you were really her daughter!"
"You seem to be very familiar with my mother?"
Ye Qingran caught Ling Zhengrong's affectionate name for Yun Suifeng and guessed that they might have a good relationship.
Ling Zhengrong nodded, "Back then, your mother and I were both soldiers. Although we governed different regions, our responsibilities were still the same. We spent most of our time away from home and didn't see her much, but I was very impressed by her.
"Ling Zhengrong seemed to be lost in memories, his eyes were slightly blurred, as if he had traveled through a lot of time and seen a certain point.
"Your mother is a very outstanding person, both in appearance and talent. Of course, what I appreciate most is her understanding and application of the art of war..."
Ye Qingran nodded lightly.
Over the years, she had been so focused on finding her child that she had neglected Yun Suifeng as her mother. Previously, she thought that since the beauty had passed away, she felt that the days ahead were long and there would be many opportunities to get to know her in the future.
Now it seems that things about her mother are full of mystery and are not as simple as they appear on the surface.
For example, some time ago, Ye Li sent her an autographed letter from Yun Suifeng. The contents of it all warned her to keep a low profile, as if she would be killed if she showed her sharp edge.
The afternoon sun shines in slantingly, and the weather in May is already a bit sultry.
"Mr. Ling, tell me about my mother."
Ling Zhengrong was in the mood of reminiscing, and since it was Ye Qingran's request, he naturally wouldn't refuse. So he agreed, thought about it for a moment, and then spoke with Lang Lang, listing all his treasures.
The general's memories, even if they are light, are about fighting with iron horses and ordering troops on the battlefield. The heavy memories are about millions of corpses buried in horses and leather.
However, that iron-blooded wind is so powerful and heavy that one can't help but feel excited. It seems to be following thousands of troops, armed with long spears, and cutting down the enemy troops under their horses, soothing the pride of the overlord!
Ling Zhengrong's story was all about Yun Suifeng's dazzling achievements. These were not what Ye Qingran was concerned about. What she cared about was how Yun Suifeng died that year?
"Then how did my mother die?"
General Dingyuan Yun Suifeng was defeated by the enemy in a battle at Pingxingguan ten years ago. He lost 30,000 elite soldiers and left no bones left. This was the fate of General Dingyuan known to the world.
But, she didn't believe it.
Even if she really died in that war, why did that battle that should have a high chance of winning end in a disastrous defeat?
This question touched a sore spot for Ling Zhengrong.
As a soldier, he cherished each other even more. Ten years ago, 30,000 elite soldiers, including Yun Suifeng, died in the sand. Their souls died at Pingxing Pass, and none of them were returned. Ling Zhengrong, who was used to seeing life and death, also
It's heartbreaking.
Those fresh lives withered long ago before they bloomed.
Especially among them, the figure of the angry horse in bright clothes seems to have ridden away the dust and never returned.
"I know you don't want to believe it, but it is true." Ling Zhengrong said in a low voice, shaking his head slightly, with a look of pain on his face.
Ye Qingran did not respond, whether he believed it or not.
"It's getting late, I should go back." Looking out the window, Ye Qingran stood up and left.
…
At the entrance of Lingguo Mansion, a carriage has been waiting for a long time.
The grandfather and grandson of Lingguo Mansion personally sent Ye Qingran to the gate.
Ling Shaoyang looked at his well-known master and was somewhat in a trance for a moment.
It was the first time in his life that he was apprenticed to a teacher, and it was actually a woman who was only two years older than him.
To this day, he still feels like he is dreaming.
"Okay, let's send it here."
Ling Shaoyang nodded, looked at Ye Qingran's back, and suddenly shouted: "You will be my master from now on, and I will respect you, but if one day you are overtaken by me, I will not call you master!"
"
Although the young man worshiped her as his teacher, the youthful and frivolous nature in his heart would not allow him to give up.
As soon as he said this, Ling Zhengrong's beard trembled, and his eyes stared like bells.