The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Lu Zhaoling felt quite regretful.

"I didn't feel the vitality dying out. What a pity."

However, she did not lose heart for even a second, and clapped her hands proudly again.

"The other party must have an extremely rare magic weapon, but the thunder last night can definitely blow his magic weapon into pieces!"

Hey.

"Let's put ourselves in their shoes and imagine how we would feel if a rare magic weapon was blown to pieces."

Rong Jingjing: "You have to cry."

Yin Yunting: "My heart is broken into ninety-nine pieces."

Rong Jingjing: "One petal was burned away."

"Tsk tsk, it's just miserable." Lu Zhaoling concluded.

The three brothers and sisters all laughed out loud.

Yin Yunting added, "However, I guess the worst thing for him is not that he lost his magic weapon, but that the senior sister can still track him based on the direction of the thunder."

"Master Brother, you are worthy of being Master Brother." Lu Zhaoling patted the cloth bag on the stone table, "So, I have prepared the talisman you need."

"Are you ready for me?" Yin Yunting pointed at himself.

"I have to go to the ancestral temple today and I can't spare the time. Please help me catch this person."

Lu Zhaoling was ruthless in ordering his senior fellow apprentice to do something. "By the way, do you know who he is?"

"I don't know." Yin Yunting said.

Lu Zhaoling lowered her voice, "Zhou Shiyue's second uncle! Last night, I attracted the thunder and suppressed a spell, and he fell asleep. I haven't asked him what love-hate relationship he had with the second uncle."

"Big sister," Yin Yunting said helplessly, "You use your love, hatred, and vengeance on such a person. Does King Jin know about this?"

"he does not know."

"I heard it." Zhou Shiyue's voice sounded from behind at the same time.

Lu Zhaoling turned her head and asked, "Why are you walking without making any sound?"

"You and Junior Brother Yin were too engrossed in your conversation." Zhou Shiyue walked over and sat down next to her.

"I don't have any love or hatred with my Second Uncle."

He explained it to Lu Zhaoling seriously.

Lu Zhaoling held his chin and said, "I just used the words casually, don't take it too seriously. Anyway, that's what I meant. You said no, maybe he thinks so?"

Otherwise, why would someone cast a spell on him for no reason?

"If there is one," Zhou Shiyue said, "it is that after Master accepted me as his disciple, he became the Valley Master."

"What valley?" Lu Zhaoling's focus was a little off. "Is your sect the Jueqing Valley?"

Zhou Shiyue was very confused.

"Sister, the master that the prince worshipped is Yinfeng Valley." Yin Yunting said, "It is said that Yinfeng Valley was originally founded by a couple. They are not only proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also good at swordsmanship and light skills. It can be said that they are both civil and martial."

"After settling in Yinfeng Valley, they built houses and planted flowers, then planted tea trees, and built tea pavilions for viewing the scenery. Gradually, Yinfeng Valley became famous for its beautiful scenery and the best place for leisure and relaxation."

"After it became famous, many scholars, wanderers, and dignitaries wanted to go there to take a look and stay for a few days."

"The Yinfeng Valley opened up some areas to entertain guests, and some people who had been there thought that the valley master and his wife were both talented in literature and martial arts, and since they lived in a place like that, they wanted to send their young people there to learn arts and martial arts, and that’s how this sect gradually came into being."

Zhou Shiyue glanced at Yin Yunting.

"Junior Brother Yin knows a lot about Song Wind Valley."

Yin Yunting smiled, not modest at all.

"After all, what I do is to find out all kinds of information."

"Shouldn't the Valley Master be the descendant of that couple?" Lu Zhaoling was a little curious, "Why not pass on his own descendants?"

"They didn't have any children, so they passed the throne to their disciples. The most capable one would take the throne, or the eldest disciple would take the throne," said Zhou Shiyue.

"My master is the third in line. The first uncle is obsessed with tea art and has no interest in being the Valley Master. Originally, the second uncle should have been next in line, but my master is more talented than him in all aspects, so he was elected as the Valley Master."

"Your Second Uncle is unwilling to admit that he is inferior to his junior brother, so he puts the responsibility on you?"

Lu Zhaoling understood it immediately.

"Well, he thought that because the master accepted me as his disciple, others did not dare to offend me, so he chose the master. However, he did not show any of it at that time, but I could see his loss and unwillingness."

Zhou Shiyue held her hand and emphasized again, "So, since then, I haven't been close to him, and naturally there is no love or hatred between us."

Rong Jingjing said, "Senior Sister, does this Second Uncle look like our great-grandfather's uncle who rebelled against the sect because of his defeat?"

Their school also has such an uncle-master.

"Cough." Yin Yunting coughed.

But it's still too late.

When the topic of master comes up at this time, King Jin will definitely take the opportunity to ask about it.

"By the way, what's the name of your sect? Where is it?" Zhou Shiyue asked in such a vivid way.

Yin Yunting and Lu Zhaoling both looked at Rong Jingjing.

Rong Jingqing immediately turned around and continued to trim the flowers and plants. Ah, she was so busy.

Lu Zhaoling looked at Yin Yunting again.

Yin Yunting: "???" This is your fiancé, and you are the senior sister, you want to push it to me? How can I, a junior brother, have the ability to do this?

Zhou Shiyue looked at this, then looked at Lu Zhaoling.

"You are so capable, your master should be a hidden sect, right?"

Lu Zhaoling nodded immediately, "Yeah, yeah."

“I guess the world hasn’t heard of it much, right?”

"Yes, that's right." She nodded again.

She looked at Zhou Shiyue and said, "We have found the person who cast the spell on you. I will ask my senior brother to arrest him. Can you lend him a few men?"

"How about it be Qingmu and the other six people from last time?" Zhou Shiyue knew that she was trying to change the subject, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay. Senior Brother, go quickly! Here's the talisman. If he dares to run, kill him for me." Lu Zhaoling slapped a stack of talismans in front of Yin Yunting.

"Aoki."

"I'm here!" Qingmu Feng rushed out.

"Take the few people with you and follow my senior brother to catch him. Remember, he is not your prince's uncle anymore, so don't be polite!" Lu Zhaoling said.

"Princess, I understand!"

Zhou Shiyue scratched his ears slightly. Is it necessary to shout so loudly?

What else could Yin Yunting say? As a junior brother, of course he was ordered around by his senior sister.

They hurried out and rode their horses along the long street.

Shu Xiaofeng, who was on the side of the road, moved aside.

These people are so aggressive, who are they?

Suburbs of Beijing, Shujiazhuang.

Gu Caien woke up.

"Thunder!" He sat up suddenly, feeling a surge of fear in his heart.

The moment the lightning struck, he felt as small as a speck of dust. That kind of absolutely powerful and irresistible fear still lingers in his heart.

"Master, are you awake?" Zhu Ran walked in with a bowl of porridge.

When Gu Caien saw him, he suddenly realized something, looked down at his chest and pressed it with his hand.

The stuff is still there!