Brother always wants to get a certificate with me [Quick Transmigration]

Maybe it was the memory deep in his mind brought up by the Sky Poison Sutra, Ji Wuqin fell into a dream again after a long absence at night, back to the time when he was not accepted as a disciple by the master.

During that period of the most chaotic and helpless days, besides staying at home every day, he ran to his brother's cemetery to stay. Ji's family had been in a stalemate for his custody. The second uncle who had already married was the most suitable to adopt him, and He also meant it.

But the third uncle with a withdrawn personality blocked him, and even hired a nanny to take care of Ji Nan at Ji's house, and refused to let his second brother pick him up.

During the stalemate between the two, it is inevitable that Ji Nan will be ignored, but he has long been used to it. Originally, no one in Ji's family really cared about him except his brother.

Ji Nan ran more and more frequently to the cemetery, and stayed there day and night. Both his second and third uncles came to ask him about the exercises, but he didn't give them to anyone. Later, his master Jiang Hua appeared and asked him Would you like to join the Xuanjian Sect?

He didn't agree at that time, but instead asked Jiang Hua coldly if the purpose of accepting him as his apprentice was for the immortal skills in his hand.

Ji Wuqin had already forgotten his master's answer at that time, but he was surprised to find that his eyes at that time were somewhat similar to Ji's father after he was possessed.

It was as if all the people who approached him were coveting the exercises in his hands, they all had malicious intentions, and they were not worthy of trust...

As soon as this idea was born, it was like a curse, and it kept appearing in Ji Wuqin's mind. His headache seemed to be about to explode. One hand was massaging his temple, which relieved the pain a little, and he subconsciously leaned over there.

Fu Chen looked at the painful expression on Ji Wuqin's face, with a hint of worry in his eyes, he held him in his arms and gently patted him on the back, calling in a low voice: "Xiao Nan."

Ji Wuqin's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. In front of him was his senior's snow-white tunic, but he suddenly felt that his eyes were blood red, and after closing his eyes for a while, he gradually returned to normal.

"What did you dream about?" Fu Chen put his hand in from the hem of Ji Wuqin's jacket, and slowly caressed his sweaty back.

Ji Wuqin found a comfortable position and lay on the senior brother's body, and said in a tired voice, "I dreamed of Ji's book of immortal skills."

"Brother, did I burn that exercise book?" As soon as he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of his eyes was Ji Nan's eyes at that time. After the dream just now, he was a little hesitant now, so he couldn't help but seek answers from Fu Chen.

Fu Chen hummed, touched his sweaty forehead, brushed away the hair sticking to the side of his face, and said softly: "That exercise book is gone."

Ji Wuqin breathed a sigh of relief, he really didn't like that exercise very much, turned around and buried his face in Fu Chen's stomach, and asked in a muffled voice: "What time is it now? It's time to get up ?"

Fu Chen glanced at the sky outside, "It's just after midnight, let's sleep a little longer." After he finished speaking, he waited for a while and saw no movement from Ji Wuqin, then turned his head and found that he was already asleep.

Smiling helplessly, Fu Chen changed him into a more comfortable position, then hugged him and closed his eyes.

Recently, I have been busy with the funeral of Fang's family. When Ji Wuqin finally remembered the little beggar who said he held important clues in his hand, when he called him to the living room, he found that the dirty little beggar seemed to be a different person. Same.

The tattered clothes on his body had been changed long ago, his small face and hands were washed very clean, and his sallow complexion became much rosier. As soon as he came in, he sat directly on the empty chair next to Ji Wuqin, with an expression of He didn't see how nervous he was, but he was the first to ask: "Did you call me here because you want me to take you to get the jade pendant and the sword?"

Ji Wuqin pushed the pastry in front of the little beggar, said with a smile: "If you are willing to take us there, that would be the best."

"It's fine to take you there." The little beggar stuffed pastries into his mouth and said vaguely, "But I have a condition."

The Patriarch of the Wu family and Shan Chen couldn't bear the little beggar's appearance very much, they both looked away, but Song Feng was a little curious, so he asked, "What conditions?"

The little beggar raised his hand and rubbed his fingers, smiling greedily, "I remember you said that if you give clues, you will get money."

Ji Wuqin understood, he took out a stack of bank notes from his arms and handed them to the little beggar, "Are these enough?"

The little beggar bowed his head and counted, clicked his tongue, "Barely enough."

That stack must be at least a few thousand taels. If you don't want to enjoy yourself, you can buy a house in Xiangcheng and invite two servants to live leisurely for decades.

Shan Chen looked at the little beggar coldly, and said in a bad tone: "You'd better come up with something decent, if you let me know that you're playing tricks on us..." He didn't finish his sentence, but there was a sense of threat in it. strong.

The little beggar flinched, but still glared at him and said back, "You still want to kill me?"

"Do you think I dare not?"

"Then you can kill it." The little beggar said with a rascal face, "If you kill me, you will be the murderer who killed the Fang family."

Shan Chen stared, "You..."

"Okay, stop arguing." Ji Wuqin rubbed his forehead, then looked at the little beggar questioningly, "Shall we set off now?"

The little beggar had no objections, he hid the bank notes, then got off the chair and led the way.

Fu Chen was busy with business and did not go with them. The Patriarch of the Wu family didn't believe the little beggar so he didn't go either, but his son, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, came along to accompany Fang Junxiao.

The little beggar took them to a small dark alley in the back street of Fang's house. There were several dilapidated houses here. He swaggered into one of the rooms without a door, knelt down on the ground without feeling dirty, and The messy pile of straw was pushed away, and the green bricks covered under it were lifted.

Ji Wuqin took a glance with his probe and found a hole under the blue brick, in which were hidden a few black steamed buns and a blood-stained jade pendant.

The little beggar took out the jade pendant and threw it to Ji Wuqin, then turned around and walked to a water tank in the corner, took out a sword from it, threw it at their feet, and said perfunctorily: "It's these two things, take them Hurry up and leave, I have already told the leader about the rest of the important news."

"Boy, are you courting death?" Shan Chen was so agitated by his attitude that he touched the knife at his waist with his hands.

Song Feng stopped Shan Chen who was about to teach the little beggar a lesson, bent down and picked up the sword on the ground and handed it to him, "Look at this sword, is there any clue." After finishing speaking, he walked to Ji Wuqin. Over there, look at that jade pendant with him.

Very ordinary white jade, not carved with special patterns, and there are no representative words on it. Ji Wuqin looked at it casually and handed it to Song Feng. He raised his eyes and stood in the corner with his head down. The little beggar, after thinking about it, told others to leave here first.

There were also people living in the other broken houses. They all looked like beggars. They were a little scared when they saw them, and they kept hiding in the room and dared not come out.

The little beggar stood at the door and watched them leave, with a relieved expression on his face, as if he was afraid that they would continue to pester them.

Shan Chen flicked the sword in his hand, a little impatiently, "You shouldn't listen to this kid, who knows where he got it from."

The sword Ji Wuqin in his hand has also roughly looked at it. Although the quality is good, it can't be called a sword. You can buy it at a weapon shop for a little more money.

Song Feng turned the jade pendant in his hand and said in disapproval: "Although he is greedy, he is not deceiving. These two things are indeed related to the Fang family's affairs." Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he explained: "The jade pendant There are bloodstains on it, I just observed carefully and found that there is a small amount of Duanjue powder in the blood."

Shan Chen's expression was a little subtle, and he repeated in a strange manner, "Duan Jue San."

Song Feng's face darkened, and he stared at him indifferently.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Ji Wu was a little helpless. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at a teahouse in the front left, pondered for a while, and said to the others with a smile: "You guys go back first, I have something to do."

Separated from the others, Ji Wuqin walked into the teahouse with a few coins. Instead of going to the private room on the second floor above, he directly found a seat in the busiest hall, ordered a pot of tea and slowly Ground fine products.

The teahouse in the inn is the fastest place to spread the news. Before Ji Wuqin finished a cup of tea, he found four or five places talking about the Fang family's annihilation.

This place is just not too far from the Fang family's house, people who often drink tea in the teahouse are very familiar with the Fang family, a waiter also sighed, and said with emotion: "The owner of the Fang family is the most kind person I have ever met. , Their family is full of bodhisattva hearts, I can often see the young master of the Fang family secretly giving money to beggars on the side of the road."

Ji Wuqin raised his hand to call Xiao Er over, ordered another pot of tea and a few plates of pastries, raised his eyebrows and asked, "How many young masters are there in the Fang family?"

Xiao Er carefully collected the money he gave, and then replied: "Just one, named Jun Xiao, although the young master is small, but he has been smart since he was a child, and he has a good heart. It is an eye-opener to be able to escape."

Ji Wuqin touched his chin, echoed him casually, and then asked other questions: "Has anything strange happened in the city recently?" He put a silver coin on the table and looked at the little girl with a smile. two.

Xiaoer watched Yinzi swallowed, and tried to think back, but it really reminded him of one thing, "It's not too strange, that is, a few people in the city have disappeared recently, but people often go missing in Xiangcheng. There are many young people who want to become knights and secretly leave home to learn from teachers, but among the missing people this time is an old mother who is said to be over 80 years old, and her son comes to the teahouse three times a day to ask questions, and it seems that he has not been found yet.” After he finished speaking, he was a little sad.

Ji Wuqin nodded to signal him to take the money away, and specifically asked him to put more sugar residue in the cakes.

Sitting in the teahouse all afternoon, he was still in the mood to listen to gossip at first, but in the end he was addicted to pastries and ate many plates in a row. When Fu Chen came to pick him up, he saw the piles of cakes on the table. Empty plate, eyes a little helpless.

"Eat less sweets."

Ji Wuqin, who was already fed up, nodded obediently, touched his bulging belly, and said, "Okay."

Fu Chen is well aware of Ji Wuqin's personality, and now he says "OK" very obediently, and he will do what he should do next time, without a long memory at all.

He pulled him up with a sigh, and led him for a walk back to the Martial Arts League, letting him digest his food.