Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

"... I'm very embarrassed to take away the girl's spirit stone empty-handed. Why do you have the nerve to ask for the girl again?"

".These spirit stones are also considered to be borrowed from the girl temporarily, and they will be returned double in the future. Thank you for today!"

The boy said, as if he still wanted to make a written statement, but he couldn't find a pen and paper for a long time.

Wanyan Lingxu sensed the other person's anxiety, and was able to see the anxiety for herself in the sweetheart who had always been cold and out of the world, who was not eating the fireworks of the world. Wanyan Lingxu couldn't help but feel joy in his heart, and smiled slightly covering his mouth.

"There is no pen and paper here, so you don't have to worry about it."

As soon as Wanyan Lingxu finished speaking, he heard the sound of brocade clothes being torn.

"Benege?!" Wanyan Lingxu was slightly startled.

"Girl, don't worry."

The young man's voice was still cold and dusty, "...I tore off a piece of clothing today, and used the blood of my fingers as ink to make a written statement."

Wanyan Lingxu originally wanted to stop the young man, but the other party finished everything very quickly and without saying a word, and handed the paper to her.

Wanyan Lingxu was a little touched, of course she knew that the young man in front of her was not a greedy person, but she also knew that cultivating the Tao was a waste of money.

Presumably, he should be short of spirit stones.

After accepting the bloody note, the boy asked a few more questions before preparing to leave.

Wanyan Lingxu was a little anxious, and couldn't help asking: "Grandfather, can I see you again in the future?"

The boy's movement of leaving was stagnant, and he turned his head and said——

"Don't worry, girl, I will continue to practice in northern Xinjiang for a period of time. During this period, I will definitely have a lot of intersections with the girl."

As the young man spoke, only an echo was left behind.

But Wanyan Lingxu suddenly remembered that he hadn't formally introduced himself to the other party, so he couldn't help getting up from the wheelchair, and anxiously shouted in the direction where the boy left——

"By the way, benefactor, my name is Lingxu! Wanyan Lingxu!"

"Understood, Miss Lingxu." The boy's voice came from a distance in a Taoist way, indicating that the other party had already gone away.
"Engong, please remember me!"

Wanyan Lingxu shouted, then his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a soliloquy.

".I will definitely look for you in the future!"

Wanyan Lingxu thought about it, she felt that maybe the young man's rank in the Yaoxian Sect was not high, that's why he lacked spirit stones, gold and other money to offer.

If this is the case, I will be more frugal in the future, so that I can save more gold and silver money, so as to help him.

time flies.

In a blink of an eye, two years have passed.

In the past two years, the fierce battle on the border has almost exhausted the full potential of the Wanyan Jin Kingdom and the Ming Dynasty in northern Xinjiang.

Even without deliberately inquiring, Wanyan Lingxu could clearly feel his dwindling silver.

What this represents is the tension on the front line.
And Wanyan Lingxu didn't care about these anymore.

After all, the amount of money paid by others is too little, and it is just a way of relying on others.

She now has her own way of making money.
War is an opportunity.

As the seventh princess of the King of Northern Xinjiang, although the pampering given by her father Khan is not as good as before, she is still a member of the royal family.

By her coming forward to cooperate with those merchants, their obstacles can be greatly alleviated.

Wanyan Lingxu got a large sum of money, which was her own money.

She didn't save all the money brainlessly, but determined to use money to make money, and gathered a small team of her own.

In Fang City.

Countless businessmen yelled and moved.

A simple carriage passed by.

Immediately someone stepped forward to drive him away.

The curtain in the carriage was slightly lifted, and it was Wanyan Lingxu who was wearing a golden brocade blindfold. She had an ancient book in her hand, which was an extremely rare ancient book on the art of war.

"Your Highness, the daily goods can be transferred to the Western Regions and Miaojiang through this place, which will benefit a lot,"

"it is good."

Wanyan Lingxu closed the book slightly, and said calmly.

His every move is more mature and stable than in previous years, and he can see the figure of the all-powerful female war goddess.

The carriage gradually drove into the alley, where there were few people.

"Nowadays, the king is getting more and more difficult to support at the border, and Her Royal Highness has been entrusted with important tasks by the king. If Her Royal Highness really wants to make a fortune, the subordinates have a way, and they only need to cooperate with some officials of the Ming Dynasty."

The merchants beside the carriage began to warn the inside of the carriage in a low voice.

Although it was cryptic, Wanyan Lingxu could naturally understand what he meant.
Now Wanyan Fen, King of Northern Xinjiang, is getting more and more difficult to fight fiercely on the border. He has already summoned all the generals, troops and even princes he can mobilize to the front line from the Great Wall to Hetao.

And his rear was actually handed over to his daughter Wanyan Lingxu.

It was just a helpless act in itself, Wanyan Fen just believed that the other party and himself were blood relatives, even if Wanyan Lingxu didn't have this ability, at least he wouldn't betray him.

Originally, he wanted to wait for the war situation to improve slightly, so he sent his henchmen back to take over.

But no one thought that after the princess Wanyan Lingxu took over the logistics of the army, she would do a better job than any military minister in the past
Wanyan Fen was overjoyed, and directly congratulated Wanyan Lingxu for his contribution.

Even in northern Xinjiang, this is the first and only case for a woman to become a Marquis.

And this made it easier for Wanyan Lingxu to secretly earn money and accumulate strength.

"You are the secret work of the southerners."

Just a light declarative discourse.

The face of the merchant next to the carriage changed slightly. Seeing that the last fig leaf had been pierced, he was not going to pretend anymore.

Just about to be rational and emotional to Wanyan Lingxu Xiao, but just as the words reached his throat, he felt a flash of a knife.
The merchants didn't even have time to feel the pain.

He just felt his head fly, and then watched the headless corpse beside the carriage knelt down on the ground.

The carriage continued to move forward slowly.

The person in the car was gently wiping the scimitar in his hand with a clean white cloth, and at the same time said to himself——

"Even if you practice according to the martial arts manual, there are still some blood stains on the blade. After all, the speed is not fast enough."

After all, the blade in his hand was as bright as before, without a trace of dust.

Wanyan Lingxu quietly looked at the scimitar, it was one of the few things that the boy left her.

I don't know how the boy is doing now.

". Does he miss me too?"
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Currently available information——

1. Southerners, Northern Xinjiang people collectively refer to foreigners south of the Great Wall, which is a contemptuous term.