Yu Jun

Mo Qianlan could see clearly that Wu Jin was suffering.

Wu Jin would not lie ten years ago, but now, he will break the saint barrier he established, adapt to the chaotic Kuanzhou, and join this war that subverts the world.

Even now, there is still doubt in his eyes - can the oaths between the two dynasties really win the emperor's forbearance?In ten years, how can Mo Lingfeng gain a foothold?What purpose is hidden behind Mo Qianlan's true feelings?
A wise man puts away all his doubts and the suffering that can win sympathy for him.

He studied hard in the cold, and once he entered high school, he fell to the bottom again. He was full of pain. He expressed his sincerity to Mo Lingfeng, and punished himself to sting his own flesh and blood to prevent him from forgetting his original intention and gradually degenerating.

Pitiful.

Mo Qianlan slowly leaned back, thinking that Wu Jin must be accompanied by pain and introspection - he would eventually realize that he was half the master of the world, and if he did not have this introspection, it would be detrimental to Ah Shu.

The room was silent, the snow was heavy, and the sound of the xun came intermittently. After a while, he suddenly said: "If you want to hide it from Ah Gu, she thinks I can spend more time with her."

Before Wu Jin could answer, he had slowly slipped down from the Grand Master's chair.

Yin Bei came in quickly, helped Mo Qianlan up, and said to Wu Jin: "Master Wu, I need to rest for a while. The girl is in the garden. I will ask someone to take you there."

The servants came in well-trained, put on Wu Jin's hat and crane cloak, and walked to the door. Someone immediately opened an oil-paper umbrella to protect him from the cold.

A small sedan with a flat top and a soap curtain was placed outside. The servant pressed down the sedan pole and asked Wu Jin to get up.

The heavy snow had subsided and the sky was getting brighter. People were busy coming and going. After the snow was cleared from the road, the thin layer of snow that fell turned out to be wet and slippery.

The two servants carefully carried the soft sedan to prevent the ice-like sedan occupants from falling and shattering.

The wind blew on Wu Jin's face, and he heard the sound of the xun mixed in the wind, which was clearer than what he heard in the room. He opened the curtain and asked, "Who is playing the xun?"

The servant hurriedly said: "It's a girl, Third Master Cheng is here."

Wu Jin let go of his hand and sat back, knowing that it was not Mo Lingfeng who was blowing the xun, which was much better than this person.

Not to mention Cheng Ting, who hated Xun and Xi Qin deeply.

The sound also came from the back garden. When the sedan arrived at Jiusixuan, Wu Jin asked someone to stop. After getting off the sedan, he held an umbrella and walked slowly inside.

The sound of the xun was just ahead. He stood in front of the Moon Gate and looked at the person who was blowing the xun.

A Qiang man.

His hair was tied up in braids, he was wearing a long gown, and around his waist were several pieces of white stone wrapped with colorful ropes. He was holding a pottery xun and was blowing it. When he looked up, he also saw Wu Jin.

He lowered his hand and looked at Wu Jin curiously. After looking at it, he felt slightly familiar, but when he looked again, he felt something was wrong.

He stepped forward and looked hard at the scholar standing with an umbrella.

After seeing it clearly, he took two steps back suddenly, folding his hands across his chest, full of vigilance, and his eyes full of hostility. At the same time, a surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart, mixed with a vague sense of shame.

A long time ago and vague words suddenly exploded in his ears.

"My Mahora."

She pursued him relentlessly, opened her net wide, and brought him into the prosperous and gorgeous world of the Han people. She called herself a god and was aloof, yet she kept him by her side. Everything had a reason.

It turned out to be the case.

That's it!

Wu Jin lifted the umbrella back further and looked through the thin snowflakes to see Zeer's angry eyebrows. He saw an old scar on his eyebrows. Although his face was rough like the Qiang people, it also had the gentleness of the Han people. , somewhat similar to myself.

He slowly took three steps forward and asked, "What is your name?"

"Zell."

"You threw a white rock at Leaf."

"It's a gift!" Wu Jin went one step further: "When did you come?"

Zell could clearly crush the weak scholar in front of him to death with one hand, but for some reason, he got timid first and followed his footsteps and stepped back: "You can't control it!"

At the same time, a loud splashing sound erupted in the garden, and then Cheng Ting was heard shouting: "It hurts! It hurts!"

Then there was a burst of wild shouting, and Cheng Ting's footsteps were heavy and loud, dragging him towards the Moon Gate.

He was about to rush out of the door when Mo Lingfeng behind him was carrying a huge snowball in both hands. It hit him on the back with a "bang", and his head fell into the snowdrift. He squirmed twice and turned over. He turned around, faced up to the sky, and tried to jump up. He jumped twice, but only his belly was heaving.

He pretended that he had not survived the carp fight, rolled over and got up. Mo Lingfeng had already run towards Wu Jin: "Wu Jin! Cheng San beat me!"

"I didn't..." Cheng Ting was like a big dog, swinging wildly, shaking off the snow all over his body, "I just took a small snowball and lightly hit her."

After hearing this, Wu Jin folded up his umbrella and put it down against the wall. He bent down and held Mo Lingfeng's face: "Where?"

Mo Lingfeng followed the strength of his hand and raised his head, pointing to his forehead: "Here."

Wu Jin saw a small red mark where she pointed, and it would disappear within a moment.

He smiled and let go: "It's a little red."

Mo Lingfeng helped him go inside: "I'll send someone to get your medicine. You can stay a little longer."

"it is good."

"Can Li Yitie's medicine relieve pain?"

"Yes, it's better than the medicine in Jingli."

Cheng Ting Jin Ji was independent, holding on to the wall with one hand, taking off his boots with the other hand, and poured the snow out, switching one leg to continue pouring. After putting on both shoes, he stuck his head out of the moon door and glanced left and right: "Zel , have you seen my fat sea?"

He saw something wrong with Zell's expression, as if he suddenly fell ill, and his eyes were gloomy. Just when he was about to ask him, he saw Zell slam the xun on the stone floor.

Tao Xun immediately made a crisp cracking sound.

His anger has nowhere to go, no one cares about him, no one cares about him, he is not worth mentioning here, he is just a prisoner who is lucky enough to survive.

He strode away from here, not knowing where he was going. He walked through this house that almost turned into a ghost, feeling empty in his heart.

Cheng Ting stood there, looking at the broken xun on the ground, and thought with experience: "My heart is broken."

He turned around and ran into the garden, catching Pang Dahai on his way to the government office. He put on clean shoes and socks, and took two more steps. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and stood still.

Zell looks like Wu Jin!
When the two are not together, no one would think that these two completely different people are similar, unless they have the face of one of them firmly engraved in their heart and think of it often.

But when these two people stand together, they will find that there is a five-point similarity between their eyebrows.

He calculated that when Zell appeared, it was just after Wu Jin went to Kyoto.

Wu Jin probably didn't realize it - he was a bookworm, he didn't know how to look in the mirror, and he probably had a very vague idea of ​​what he looked like.

He had to hide it from him.

Cheng Ting ran towards the waterside pavilion, while Yin Nan squatted on the stone pillar outside the waterside pavilion, staring at Wu Jin with a confused look on his face.

She remembered that although Wu Jin was not a practicing practitioner, he had the back of an ape and the waist of a wasp, the shoulders of a flaming kite, could draw a power bow, and ride a fast horse. The person in front of her who could be killed by one finger did not really look like Wu Jin.

After a while, she saw Wu Jin whispering to Mo Lingfeng's intact forehead, and finally found the same place between Wu Jin and the past.

She rolled her eyes and jumped down from the stone pillar, thinking to herself: "What a fool named Wu."