Walking into Murong Cheng's mansion, Yun Luo was even a little dazed, as if he had returned to Daduan.

In the main hall, a strong middle-aged man with a majestic appearance sat on a chair, and there was a banquet in front of him.

When Murong Chui, who had a very domineering name, came to the front of the hall with Yun Luo, Murong Cheng also got up just in time and came to the door of the hall.

"My friend has good wine when he comes. Mr. Ling, sit down and chat?"

Yun Luo was not surprised that Murong Cheng could break his identity.

At the same time, my heart's evaluation of Murong Cheng was a little higher, and I could become one of the few dozen or more than ten on the grassland. I was indeed not a mediocre person.

With such a demeanor, it can even be said to be a hero.

Yun Luo sat down with a smile, and drank and ate food with Murong Cheng as if nothing had happened, just like a reunion of an old friend.

Murong Cheng suddenly put down his wine glass and stared at Yun Luo, "Young Master Ling, if King Jing sent someone else to come this time, the banquet would have to be replaced by swords and guns."

Yun Luo was not panicked at all, holding a small wine glass that was completely in line with Beiyuan's customs, and said with a smile: "When a friend comes, he has good wine, and when an enemy comes, he has swords and guns. Since Lord Murong has said that, should he put away all the swords and guns hidden near this yard?"

After Yun Luo exposed the truth, Murong Cheng had no intention of blushing at all. He waved his hand sharply, and the soldiers hidden around him retreated.

"I admire you." Yun Luo sincerely gave a thumbs up, then began to scratch his head and felt embarrassed, "Bargaining has never been something I am good at, why don't Lord Murong tell me first?"

Since he had already made plans, Murong Cheng did not hide it and stretched out a straight finger, "First, we will join forces to destroy the other three small families first, and all the territories obtained will be returned to King Jing."

Yun Luo silently picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one go.

Murong Cheng stretched out his second finger, "Second, from the territory in my hand, another complete military state was drawn, and all the ones were returned to King Jing."

Yunluo drank the second full cup.

Murong Cheng stretched out his third finger, "The remaining territory and army in my hand are completely obeying King Jing's orders. I will attack wherever King Jing wants me to attack."

Yunluo picked up the wine pot, poured a glass for Murong Cheng, then raised the glass, touched him gently, and fell down with his neck.

He glanced at Murong Cheng deeply, "Steal?"

Murong Cheng nodded.

"Why?" Yun Luo seemed puzzled.

"Why do you have to pretend to be ignorant? With your talent, you must have had a plan." Murong Cheng smiled indifferently, "But since Mr. Ling asked this, Murong Cheng naturally had to answer it well."

This time he stretched out his three fingers and stood side by side, just like sesame seeds blooming higher and higher. "There are still three reasons, General, Prince Ling, and Prince Jing himself."

Yun Luo said in confusion: "The General is also kind to Lord Murong?"

Murong Cheng shook his head, "I have never known each other. On the contrary, after the general's death and the general's mansion was destroyed, I have killed many old friends in my territory, but I have not insulted or abused them. This is also a condition for me. In any case, King Jing cannot settle the accounts with me in the future."

"I'll promise you for him." Yun Luo nodded.

"This is my second reason. Mr. Ling and Prince Jing are brothers and sisters. Can they make the decision for Prince Jing? Or the same sentence, if someone changes to someone else today, maybe I can only treat him with swords and guns." Murong Cheng raised his wine glass to Yun Luo, and the strong wine entered his throat, and made a refreshing moan, and continued: "Besides, Mr. Ling's strength is unfathomable. The old family of Ling is much more energy and strength than the old family of the General's Mansion. With your help, King Jing will be expected."

Yun Luo refused to comment and continued to wait for Murong Cheng's explanation.

"As for this last point, it was earned by King Jing himself. The two times from Qiu'an City and Feng Yang City are my tests. If King Jing loses, it will naturally not be worthy of my investment. But he not only won, but also won very beautifully. Then why should I fight to the death? It's only three things, I won't have a third time."

Yun Luo put down the wine glass and sighed: "Mr. Murong, it's a pity to be content with your foresight."

Murong Cheng blinked his eyes and looked to the east, "It would be nice to be safe."

Yun Luo felt enlightened, and after a moment, he asked again: "The reason for the General has not yet been explained clearly?"

Murong Cheng sighed, "I'm just guessing. Don't Mr. Ling think that the general's death is too weird? If he died in the City of Changsheng, he had already escaped from the sky, but he was going to attack the city alone, it would be difficult not to make people suspicious."

His words hit Yun Luo's doubts these days. Yun Luo looked at him, "So, Lord Murong is betting that there is a behind-the-scenes deal between the General and Emperor Yuan?"

"I can only bet." Murong Cheng nodded.

Yunluo raised his glass with a smile, "I will win."

"I will win." Murong Cheng gently touched Yun Luo with the cup.

Autumn is better than spring, and it is best to be yellow leaves and strong wine, and the bleakness shows ambition.

Because Murong Cheng is an ordinary person, Yun Luo naturally had no use to use his true energy to force out the alcohol, so both were drunk and hazy.

But it is unrealistic to expect the old fox and the little fox to speak the truth after drinking, but at least it also revealed some of its foundation.

When Yunluo said that he planned to linger in Youyun City for two days and then returned to Fengyang City, Murong Chengxi was overjoyed and immediately proposed to let his favorite eldest son accompany him.

Yun Luo touched his nose and said that he would just let Murong Chui follow him.

After seeing Yun Luo off and returning to the main hall, Murong Cheng took the hot cloth towel from his eldest son Murong Ke and wiped his face. Then he drank some sour soup and finally recovered.

Murong Cheng, with a flushed face, looked at his son and smiled and said, "How is it? Are you convinced?"

Mujunke shook his head, "My son doesn't think there are too many strange things."

"Hey, although you are not bad, you are still far behind this kind of pride of heaven."

Seeing his son seemingly resentful, Murong Cheng chuckled, "Then I will work hard for my father and review it with you."

Over there, I walked side by side on the street with Murong Chui. Yun Luo's true energy turned and the alcohol dissipated.

Looking at Murong Chui as if he was disdainful, Yun Luo smiled and said, "Why, Mr. Chui is not convinced?"

Murong said in a muffled voice: "I am just the lord's distant nephew, and I can't afford the title of young master."

"Oh, I'm really not convinced?" Yun Luo rubbed his hands, his face unkind.

"What's the point of using true energy when drinking with ordinary people?" Murong Chui didn't care about Yun Luo's possible anger.

Yun Luo smiled and patted Murong's shoulder, "Brother, a person like you who is happy and carefree, how can you understand your hard work in Brother Ling?"

Murong Chui struggled gently and shook Yun Luo's hand off, "If it weren't for the adult's instructions, I wouldn't be willing to accompany you."

"If I hadn't known the way, I wouldn't have asked you to accompany you." Yun Luo's words seemed to be tit-for-tat.

Murong Chui didn't understand what Yun Luo said at this moment.

It was getting late, and when the clouds fell and returned home, walking on the empty street, Murong Chui behind him looked depressed.

A fur dealer came home happily with a load of fur he collected;

A man was carrying an oil bottle and seemed to be going to a nearby oil shop to buy a bottle of oil;

A cheerful little girl, holding a candy, braided, jumping and humming songs, whether she was going home or finally able to run out to play;

There is also a peddler walking around the streets, slowly packing up his small shelves and preparing to go home.

When Yun Luo passed by the man carrying the oil bottle, he suddenly kicked under his feet, stomped a piece of bluestone with force, and rushed out quickly.

Behind him was a long sword that was following him.

He could have retreated, but Murong Chui was behind him. Although he had some guesses, he did not dare to use his life to bet on a possibility.

So he inevitably crashed into an encirclement.

The fur dealer grabbed a piece of tiger skin and threw it at the clouds.

The tiger skin instantly rotated and unfolded, turning into a large net connecting pieces of small tiger skin with Tian Silk, facing Yunluo under his head.

The little girl with a pigtail shortened and disappeared from the spot. When she appeared again, she turned into a soft whip in her hand, like a spirit snake, wrapping her feet towards Yun Luo.

The sudden change made Murong Chui stand in place as if he was frightened silly, and his legs were trembling, and the peddler who cleaned up the stall.

There was a sword behind him, a whip under his feet, and a net above his head. For a moment, the clouds fell on all sides of the enemy!

Being surrounded and killed is a rare experience, but it is not the first time for Yun Luo.

Many things can be calmer after experiencing a lot of things, and calmness is the first priority in solving problems.

Panic has no effect except to make you die faster.

Therefore, Yun Luo understood immediately that he would rather be injured than be trapped.

"Friend, it's up to you!"

The Qinglu Short Sword was instantly held in his hand, and the sword energy was sucked and spit out, and his body soared into the sky and swung towards the big net.

Seeing Yun Luo's actions, the fur dealer raised his lips. His tiger skin net was picked up from an immortal cave in his early years. He couldn't cut his sword and could not burn it. This person actually ran into him. It seemed that his first achievement was his!

But his smile froze on his face. Yun Luo waved his sword, cut the tiger skin net like cutting tofu, rushed out of the encirclement, and landed lightly on the ground in the distance.

Qinglu, who has proved his mysterious strength many times, still did not disappoint Yun Luo this time.

Yun Luo put Qinglu back into the square object, put on the Shanhe sword in his hand, and looked at the killers who immediately surrounded him and smiled slightly.

Murong Chui woke up like a dream at this moment. He took out a signal firework from his arms, threw it into the air, and then roared, "Who is the one who dares to make trouble in Youyun City!"

The little girl with pigtails casually threw a flying needle backwards, and forced Murong Chui backwards.

Two of them are at the peak of Tongxuan and the other is at the realm of Zhiming. I am really willing to spend money. Unfortunately, you are going to lose all your money!

Yun Luo's body was like lightning, and Zulong's body was running at full speed, hedging towards the three of them.

The fur dealer took out two statues of strange beasts from the cargo frame, his face turned red, and suddenly a mouthful of blood squirted on the statue. Two phantoms of strange beasts rushed out of the statue, holding their huge claws and slapped at Yunluo;

The little girl with pigtails chuckled and gave Yun Luo a silver needle, then her body flashed to the left, secretly threw out a whip, and pointed it at Yun Luo's neck;

The man who was actually a swordsman threw the oil bottle in his hand forward and raised a burst of white smoke. Then, his sword stabbed Yun Luo from the white smoke.

The seamless cooperation made all three of them feel that this blow would inevitably hit.
To be continued...