Chapter 72 Entering the city and following the map

This is not what Ding Ling wanted to see.

Fortunately, this did not happen.

Ding Ling did not think about it any more, but discussed the issues of ‘broadcasting skills’ and ‘Spirit Phoenix Breathing Method’ with Zhao Yun along the way.

Generally speaking.

It was Ding Ling who taught and guided.

Zhao Yun was learning.

He envied Ding Ling’s talent more than once, especially when he was studying hard, Ding Ling was enjoying the scenery leisurely.

This contrast was even stronger!

While his self-confidence was hit, a high morale was quietly born!

Even if he was not as good as Ding Ling, he would strive to be the second in the world! !

And he must work hard to not be left behind by Ding Ling!

Ding Ling’s progress was too fast.

Zhao Yun was really worried that one day he would not even be able to see Ding Ling’s back.

…

This day.

The two finally arrived outside the ancient city of Luoyang.

Ding Ling looked closely.

He saw that the height, width and thickness of the ancient city wall were almost the limit of a city!

From the outside, it is extremely majestic and magnificent!

From such a distance, looking at the city, you can feel the heavy vicissitudes of history blowing in your face!

This kind of aura.

Ordinary ancient cities do not have it at all.

Without a doubt.

The aura of this ancient city is "raised" by a human emperor, a peerless hero, and a group of extraordinary elite humans!

People can cultivate their aura by reading good books!

The same is true for ancient cities. With a group of talents in it, they can naturally slowly "carve" out their own differences!

It sounds incredible, but in this world, as far as it seems, this is right.

"This is Luoyang City!"

Zhao Yun sighed and was shocked:

"I have heard about Luoyang's extraordinaryness for a long time. Today, I saw it and it is indeed so."

"Let's go."

Ding Ling smiled.

The two fought side by side along the way, chatting and talking, and their feelings became deeper and deeper.

At each other's request.

The two called each other by their names.

No longer saying Brother Zhao or Brother Ding, it seems too strange.

Of course, this is in private.

If Ding Ling was a general in public, Zhao Yun would still respectfully address Ding Ling as a general.

Da Da!

Riding on horses.

Queuing to enter the city.

Found that the generals guarding the gate were blatantly accepting bribes.

Those who gave money were allowed to enter the city.

Those who did not give money were directly repatriated or driven away.

Ding Ling gave Zhao Yun some silver.

Although Zhao Yun felt ashamed of the corruption in the capital, he was weak and powerless, and could only go with the flow.

Entered the ancient city.

Ding Ling glanced at Zhao Yun and saw that he was a little depressed. He understood what he was thinking, but he did not comfort him. Many things are not useful for comfort, and need to be figured out by oneself.

"Fortunately, my geography skills are maxed out."

After Ding Ling entered Luoyang City.

He turned around and almost got dizzy.

Because Luoyang City is very huge and the geographical conditions are complicated, it is common for people who are not familiar with this place to get lost if they enter rashly.

Ding Ling activated his full-level geography skill, and compared it with the rough map given by Tong Yuan, he followed the map all the way and searched for the east of the city.

The further east he went.

The more dilapidated the houses became.

But this made it easier for the two of them to do things.

No longer had to worry about offending people for no reason.

Some generals and officials would appear from time to time in the center and west of the city, all of them were very impressive, and the guards of honor they brought with them usually had more than dozens of people!

There were also people who were beaten to death because they couldn't avoid it in time.

Ding Ling saw one with his own eyes.

It's only been a short time?

Such a tragic thing happened?

Ding Ling didn't know if he was lucky? Or unlucky?

He saw such a bloody thing when he entered the ancient city of Luoyang.

But he didn't choose to help at this time, and he also pulled Zhao Yun away.

He saw the flagpole flying above the team that was beating people, with a big word on it:

"Guo!"

The man with the surname Guo was so unscrupulous and took human lives lightly.

Only Guo Si!

Ding Ling couldn't afford to provoke such a big shot at the moment, let alone want to.

Zhao Yun's face became more and more ugly.

It was not until he rode his horse and turned many corners that he arrived in front of a dilapidated mansion that Zhao Yun's face returned to normal.

"Royal Mansion."

Ding Ling looked up at the two words on the plaque.

After carefully comparing the map and confirming that it was correct, he went forward and knocked on the door.

Dong Dong!

Not long after.

There were footsteps coming from inside, click!

The door opened!

A thin, gaunt-looking boy with a sword hanging from his waist appeared.

He looked at Ding Ling and Zhao Yun, and said with a vigilant face:

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Master Wang."

Ding Ling bowed and greeted them to show his goodwill, and at the same time took out a letter and said:

"This is a letter from the Gun God of Penglai Mountain. He asked me to give it to Master Wang."

"Oh?"

The young man's eyes lit up slightly, and the vigilance on his face faded a little. He took the letter and didn't read it. He just said to Ding Ling and the others:

"Wait here for a while."

He turned around and closed the door. Click!

The door closed again.

Zhao Yun was speechless:

"Is this young man Master Wang's disciple? Why is he so wary?"

"Maybe he has experienced too much suffering. He has suffered too much to be like this."

Ding Ling understood this young man:

"After all, this is Luoyang!"

Thinking of the scenes he saw not long ago.

Zhao Yun stopped talking.

After a while.

Accompanied by the sound of slightly hurried footsteps.

Click!

The door opened.

An old man with gray hair, tall and straight figure, sword-like eyebrows and bright moon-like eyes came into view.

Ding Ling Zhao Yun was looking at him.

He was also looking at Ding Ling and Zhao Yun.

He did not speak.

Ding Ling and Zhao Yun greeted and said hello first:

"Greetings, senior!"

"Yes."

The old man nodded and asked curiously:

"Which one is Zhao Yun?"

"Senior. I am."

Zhao Yun stood out.

"Yes."

The old man nodded at Zhao Yun in a friendly manner, then turned his eyes and stared at Ding Ling with a strange look in his eyes:

"Then you are the unparalleled son of the times, the unparalleled super genius Ding Ling mentioned in Tong Yuan's letter?!"

"..."

Ding Ling did not peek at the letter.

So he did not know how Tong Yuan described him.

Seeing the old man say this, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks flushed, and hurriedly replied solemnly:

"I'm not worthy of being the son of the times, unparalleled. I am indeed Ding Ling."

"Yes."

The old man nodded, turned around and stepped into the door:

"Come in and talk."

He said again without turning his head:

"Shi, help the guests lead the horses and clean up the guest rooms. After settling them, come to the study to see me."

"Yes, Master."

The young man replied to the old man, then turned his head to look at Ding Ling and the others, and took the initiative to help Ding Ling and Zhao Yun lead the horses.

Ding Ling indicated that it was not necessary.

He insisted on leading.

Ding Ling saw that he was so stubborn, so he let him do it.

But thinking of Shi, Master Wang.

A flash of lightning struck Ding Ling's mind!

'Could this Master Wang be the legendary sword god Wang Yue? ! '