The leader is crazy again [Through the book]

After a brief daze, Mo Daosang didn't think too much, and only asked, "You can move now."

Lin Wentian smiled: "It's better, I can do it at such a short distance." In fact, he would rather not recover by himself, the two of them stay here, without those annoying personnel to disturb, it is simply what he longs for day.

Although he knew it was impossible.

Mo Daosang thought about it and agreed.

Even when Lin Wentian was exhausted, he would take the initiative to help him, and follow his instructions to apply the medicine in the direction it should go.

The incision was not big, but it was scraped sideways on the cheek, and the medicine was finished soon. Lin Wentian reluctantly moved his finger and eyes away, and resealed his bottle.

Mo Daosang saw that there was basically nothing wrong with him, so he put him back against the wall.

Standing up and feeling the cool and comfortable feeling on his face, he asked expectantly, "How long will it take for this medicine to take effect?"

"useless."

Mo Daosang suspected that he had heard it wrong: "Little Yanzi?"

Xiao Yanzi quickly broke the suspicion of his own host: "Yes, you heard correctly, Mr. Right, what the right protector said is useless."

Mo Daosang narrowed his eyes, and said to the person leaning against the stone wall who had no resistance, "Say it again?"

Lin Wentian suddenly realized that the current sect leader didn't seem to know about this, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "Junhui, I didn't want to play tricks on you, I thought you knew."

Mo Daosang's rationality also told him that Lin Wentian could not do such a thing, but his tone was still cold: "Know what?"

"This medicine is a good medicine, and ordinary minor injuries will fade away within three hours, but Junhui has a special technique. The medicine in this world, no matter whether it is poisonous or good, will have no effect when it comes close to your internal force. "

"Is that so? Then it's really strange that I can live to this day." He felt itchy.

"Junhui, your internal strength can heal wounds by itself, so the more internal injuries you have, the faster you will heal, but if the wounds are on the skin, the effect will be weak." So the scar on your face, I am afraid that it will be in the future. I can't get rid of it.

Mo Daosang recalled that Wen Qionghua had said to him on Fengshan that although medicine is useless to the leader, he thought it was to make him feel comfortable, but he didn't think it was actually the literal meaning.

Inexplicably helpless, if he had known that he was in Mingchunjian's forbidden place, he would not have been afraid, why did he starve for so long.

Xiao Yanzi was simply a black line: "Master host, do you only think of this?"

Mo Daosang said: "No, I also thought of the banquet Qin Weizhen gave me in the Floating Life Sect."

Xiao Yanzi remained silent for the time being, well, the host is actually fine, poison, isn’t it that most of it is mixed with food, there is nothing wrong with it.

Hey, why did his domineering host become like this.

Mo Daosang didn't want to tell Xiao Yanzi that he finally knew why he was so mad that he couldn't die.

Also, how could the dying Wen Qionghua be saved in memory.

This magic skill is like cheating.

It's just that his anger has dissipated, but he doesn't want to bother Lin Wentian anymore: "Young Master Lin will recover later, since Young Master Lin is fine, I'll leave now."

Lin Wentian wanted to open his mouth to explain something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just lowered his head with a wry smile: "Junhui, thank you very much today."

Mo Daosang completely disregarded that Xiao Yanzi was still broadcasting Lin Wentian's tragedy and hidden worries in his mind, and he didn't stop from the beginning to the end, and returned to the shore after a few strokes.

"Little Yanzi, I thought you liked your Left Protector the most."

Listening to Mo Daosang's tone, Xiao Yanzi sounded the alarm, and felt wronged again: "I, I just think that the right protector is a bit too miserable, and, the host, you are not yet able to completely abandon the right protector. When it’s open, isn’t it a bit too much?”

Modusang didn't want to explain his plan to such a small system again, so he threatened him half-threateningly: "Just this once."

Xiao Yanzi immediately admitted his cowardice: "Don't make an example, Mr. Host, I know that I made a mistake and I won't make it again."

Mo Daosang let him go for the time being, and set off to fly back in the direction of the villa.

To be honest, when he entered the door, he really startled the patrolling boy next to him.

Mo Daosang was a little unhappy, and the gentle tone with a smile on purpose sounded quite scary: "What are you shouting, your owner is not dead yet."

When the boy saw clearly that Mo Daosang's face finally turned rosy after being shaved, he hurriedly knelt down and confessed: "Master, please forgive me, the little one has eyes but nothing, and the little one has no eyes. housekeeper."

Mo Daosang waved him to get up: "Don't look for the housekeeper, find someone to bring a basin of water to my room." After speaking, he walked into his yard.

It's getting late, and he has to wash the blood off before they come back. Is there anything to cover it up? Come here, little maid."

The boy answered yes behind Mo Daosang, and when he was finally out of sight, he hurried to the backyard.

At lunch time, after everyone had finished their seats, the food was being served on plates, but the main seat was still empty.

Wen Qionghua's expression was worried, and she only held back her strength to stay still.

Seeing that Lin Wentian's complexion had completely recovered, he covered his lips and secretly smiled as he obviously thought of something.

It's just that he glanced at Qin Feng's seat, seeing that this person still dared to be there, he showed a thoughtful expression in the blink of an eye.

Yan Sui has learned to behave well by now, he only looks but doesn't speak, so as to ensure his safety.

The butler was waiting on the side, bowed and said, "Don't worry, heroes, the owner of the villa is washing and washing in the courtyard, and he will be here soon."

Everyone nodded with the steward as thanks.

It was almost when he finished speaking, Mo Daosang stepped over the threshold and walked in, and then pretended not to see the shock of everyone, walked to the main seat and sat down with the glaring knife edge on his face.

He thought about it, he couldn't cover this wound for a lifetime, and even if he wanted to cover up the smell of rouge, it would be weird, so why not just wear it like that.

In fact, it looks pretty handsome, much more pleasing to the eye than before.

The moment Mo Daosang sat down, all eyes in the hall were focused on his half face.

"Don't worry about it, let's eat." It happened that the meal was almost served, and Mo Daosang didn't want to be surrounded by so many people anymore, so he said, and the housekeeper led a circle of servants back out knowingly.

When finally there were not many people listening, Wen Qionghua didn't care about his own worries, and asked with a frown: "Junhui, what's the matter? But there are other places hurt too."

For the leader of the Demon Cult, even if he was just rubbed, it sounds impossible, and they actually saw a wound on his face.

Yan Sui quietly twisted his arm, and his face wrinkled into a ball in pain.

Mo Daosang first said: "Just this one, a small wound, so you don't have to worry about it." Then he glanced at Qin Feng who didn't care at all, and then said, "Today Xunmei and I went to explore the side of the Xijiang River and found it. It was a secret passage, and by chance, I ran into a mechanism to enter it, and I was accidentally injured by the feather arrow inside without noticing."

"Brother Mo, have you already gone in?" Yan Sui was shocked.

"Why, it sounds like you have found the entrance?" Modausan changed the subject calmly.

"That's right, it's right there. It's the general's house, so it's a bit troublesome." Yan Sui poked the bottom of the bowl and complained in annoyance.

"Don't worry, there will always be a solution." Mo Daosang comforted this person who always looked younger than his actual age.

"That's right," Song Yichen picked up some food with chopsticks for Yan Sui, "There will always be a way, Jixian, don't worry."

"Let's eat." Mo Daosang finally concluded.

So everyone picked up their chopsticks one after another and started eating.

But Wen Qionghua was probably still worried, and halfway through speaking: "Junhui, after dinner, how about I invite you to join me?"

Mo Daosang naturally and cheerfully agreed.

It was his wish that their conflicts could be dissipated in such an inexplicable way.

It is said that Lingyi will always be ignorant of the characteristics of his magic skills, and always worry about asking for his pulse, Mo Daosang said in his heart that it was interesting.

After everything was ready, Mo Daosang and the others entered Lin'an City again. There would never be a shortage of inns in Lin'an City, but they still went back to the mountain for dinner on time, and they knew it was to call him.

And he wasn't joking, he was really interested in the soldiers guarding Lin'an City and their general.

Such a coincidence, it would be unreasonable not to come.

This time, Zhengdao decided to send a few young but powerful people to explore the secret way after discussion, that is, the few people in Modaosang's village. It is not allowed to be considered as using age to oppress people.

After some negotiations, Mo Daosang met this charming character in the book, General Yan Shuo, who may not be very skilled in martial arts, but he has an army under him, and he is called a wolf by others. The army is really a very powerful army.

This army has been stationed on the border all year round, and every surviving soldier in it is a real man with iron blood.

Now he will stay in Lin'an for a period of time only because of returning to Beijing to report on his duties, and by the way, he will organize the army for the king.

It was written in the book that in a few years he would calm down the border troubles, flaunt his future, and be a rare general who had a good death, but it was a pity that Mo Daosang in the book had already died at that time.

"General Yan." This meeting was decided by Song Yichen, who is currently the highest among them.

"Master Song, we already know the details. Since we are looking for physical evidence, we will naturally not stop you, but on our side, I will go down with you with a few soldiers. I have no objection."

Yan Shuo's words are concise and crisp, and there is a kind of murderous and bloody lingering around his body, which makes people unconsciously ignore his appearance.

With such an aura, I am afraid that he will kill more people than Mo Daosang.

"Naturally." Song Yichen replied to him.

Then everyone went down from the abandoned well in the backyard of the general's mansion, and explored all the way in line with the formation.

With Qin Feng around, those institutions failed to cause them any trouble at all.

Song Xichen held a piece of bamboo in his hand, and used his fingers to add traces on it as he walked.

This is only in the secret passage of the agency, and the route becomes more and more like a dragon's outline. It can even be seen that they opened the last door, and it is estimated that they can only return to that well.

I really can't figure out the value of such a secret passage, well, hiding things is still very safe.

Yan Shuo's soldiers helped them carry the boxes all the way.

Coming out of the last stone gate, the rumbling sound behind him continued to fall, and it could be heard that the stone gates that had been opened before were all closed in an instant.

This is the only place that makes people feel terrified.

Back under the sun again, everyone looked at the bamboo piece, and they really couldn't figure it out. Who would expend so much energy just to build an outline, probably sick.

"Wait." When the bamboo piece was passed into Qin Feng's hands, he suddenly made a sound, then thought about it for a while, then added a stroke on it, and returned it to Song Yuchen again, he said, "This is the one I have with Brother Mo." Now that I think about the entrance of the secret passage that I walked through, it seems to have some meaning."

Song Xichen took a deep breath when he saw it. The stroke Qin Feng added was like a long sword, piercing straight into the dragon's reverse scale.

Yan Shuo watched the whole process from the side, and said at this moment: "This piece of bamboo, can I give it to you as a gift?"

Song Xichen then gave it to him.

Yan Shuo said again: "After all, it is a matter of the previous dynasty, and you all take it as an interesting story, and forget it after sighing."

Everyone who understood what he knew answered in unison, and they will no longer be entangled in matters involving the court.

Then they dispersed.

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