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

Although Fang Junxiao is only ten years old, he is calm enough in some aspects. If he was arrested alone, he might be tempted by the kindness of the son of the Wu family, but now he has no relatives by his side.

Even though Ji Wuqin's internal strength was sealed, Fang Junxiao just felt that he had an aura that made people unconsciously think that he was reliable, and his uneasy heart settled down.

The head of the Wu family didn't know if he was really moved by his son, except for the last time Fang Junxiao was taken out for torture, he never appeared again, but Wu's eldest son came three times a day, thanks to him, Fang Junxiao and Ji Wuqin were not hungry enough.

The passage of time could not be felt in the secret room, and Ji Wuqin recorded the time by feeling. His condition was getting worse day by day, and his face looked worse than that of Fang Junxiao who was tortured last time.

Ji Wuqin felt that he had returned to the time when he first entered the Xiaoqian world. At that time, when he closed his eyes, he was in a white dream. A few pictures flashed from time to time, but they couldn't see clearly.

In severe cases, hallucinations may also occur.

Fang Junxiao watched Ji Wuqin getting thinner and haggard day by day, and wondered if the Wu family had fed him some poison/medicine. Seeing that Ji Wuqin was getting more and more lethargic, he was always afraid that he would not be able to sleep. Every time I wake up, I have to be next to him and listen to his heartbeat.

The son of Wu's family who came to deliver things every day also noticed Ji Wuqin's strangeness. Facing Fang Junxiao's questioning, he denied it with a wry smile, but said he could show it to him.

The Wu family has also practiced medicine for generations. It is said that their ancestors were famous imperial physicians in the previous dynasty. Although they are not as good as the Valley of Miraculous Doctors, they are also well-known in the Jianghu.

Fang Junxiao was a little undecided, but seeing that Ji Wuqian's waking time was getting shorter and shorter, and even his breathing seemed to be lighter, so he had to give in and let him check it out.

The eldest son of Wu put his hand on Ji Wuqin's wrist, first checked his pulse for a while, and then tentatively used his internal force to check Ji Wuqin's meridian, his expression became more and more solemn.

"What's wrong with him?" Fang Junxiao stared at Wu's eldest son with wide eyes.

Released Ji Wuqin's wrist, he said hesitantly: "The pulse condition is a little unstable. Although the internal force in the meridian is suppressed by the medicine, it is very restless, which is a bit like a sign of madness."

"Desperate?" Fang Junxiao was startled, looked down at Ji Wuqin's face, and frowned.

Those who go crazy will lose their lives in severe cases, and even if they recover, the cultivation base of this body will also be ruined.

Ji Wuqin, who was in a coma, was actually trapped by a dream, and the rich blood color finally faded slowly, revealing the picture covered by it. In the dark and damp basement, a few old newspapers were pasted on the yellow and white walls. In the corner, a few mice gathered together and gnawed on something, and a dilapidated single bed was placed alone in the center.

A young man dressed in glamorous clothes who didn't fit in here sat curled up on the bed, with a chain attached to his wrist, a few scars on his fair face, and his beautiful eyes were staring at the rusty iron door vigilantly.

There was a piercing sound when the iron door was pushed open. The young man ignored the sound and just stared at the person who came in. His face was full of disbelief, his voice seemed to be blocked, and he shouted dryly: " ...Second Uncle."

Ji Nan's second uncle, Ji Qingye, is two years younger than Ji's father, and the two look alike, except that Ji Qingye has a gentler temperament, unlike Ji's father who always has a straight face.

"Xiao Nan." Ji Qingye raised his hand as usual to touch Ji Nan's hair, but he dodged it, "Second Uncle also had no choice but to make such a bad move."

He handed the pen and paper in his hand to Ji Nan, and gently persuaded him, "Just be my second uncle and beg you, can I just write down the exercises silently?"

"...I don't remember anymore, and the exercises have been burned long ago." Jinan touched the painful wound on his face and said softly.

He didn't lie, although only he and Father Ji had practiced that exercise, but he had been practicing according to Father Ji's guidance at that time, and he hadn't read the exercise a few times.

After Ji's father and others died, he was accepted as a disciple by his master to practice the Xuanjian sect's exercises all the time, and he had already burned the immortal rank book.

The smile on Ji Qingye's face slowly faded away, and the stern look made Ji Nan feel as if he saw Ji's father.

"The hope of the Ji family, the genius of the Ji family." Ji Qingye picked up a syringe from the table beside him. The liquid in the syringe was a little yellow and looked very oozing. The needle pierced the back of his hand, and said in a low voice: "It's only been five years since I joined the Xuanjian Sect, and I can use a Nanyue sword so well that it's even as good as Fu Chen, the number one genius in the cultivation world, my good nephew. Son, do you want to say that there is no credit for that exercise in it?"

Ji Nan struggled subconsciously, but because he was unprepared, he drank the water given by his second uncle and was poisoned to suppress his cultivation. As a result, he has no strength at all, and his wrist seems to weigh a thousand catties.

"What did you inject me?" Ji Nan raised his eyes and looked at Ji Qingye, who was close at hand, feeling flustered in his heart. The jealousy, greed, and malice in those eyes, which were extremely similar to Ji's father, were like an ugly beast. The wild beast has bared its ferocious fangs.

Ji Qingye let go of Ji Nan's wrist, stood up straight and looked down at him, and said in a flat tone: "It's just a little medicine, if you can't bear it, write down the exercises."

Just as Ji Nan was about to speak, his face suddenly turned pale. He curled up and felt as if his internal organs were being stirred together. The pain was so painful that he couldn't even make a sound, so he could only bite his arm tightly. Feel no pain.

Ji Qingye stood there watching for a while, then asked him again, seeing that he still refused, he turned and left.

The pain made Ji Nan feel a little dazed, and he didn't know if his body was numb from the pain. He slowly let go of the bloody arm he had bitten, and slowly looked at the door with his red eyes. The five-year-old boy was holding the door frame and looking at him.

It took a while for the dull brain to recognize who this person was, the youngest son of the second uncle's family, Ji Du.

Ji Du stood at the door for a while, seeing Ji Nan looking at him, he ran over and gave him a jar of ointment, then turned his head and ran away quickly.

Looking down at the ointment on the bed in a daze, a tear slowly leaked from Ji Nan's red eyes.

Every day he was injected with a tube of potion. When Ji Nan was dying of pain, he thought that he could just write out a copy of the exercises for Ji Qingye, but when he woke up, he rejected the idea. .

When he didn't get the exercises, Ji Qingye would still save him a life. If he got the exercises, he would probably be a corpse. Ever since he was injected with the medicine for the first time, he knew that his second uncle didn't let him live plan.

Ji Du was his only warmth in this basement, which gave him the strength to hold on and wait for his senior brother to rescue him.In addition to the ointment, Ji Du would also take the snacks he had saved to Jin Nan, and occasionally, when Ji Qingye was away, he would stay a little longer to chat with Ji Wuqin.

Most of the content that the half-grown children talked about was about exercises and cultivation. Ji Nan didn't care too much, but told him seriously that his cultivation was due to the teachings of his seniors and had nothing to do with exercises.

Ji Du's naive and innocent eyes made it impossible for Ji Nan to connect with the person who spoke evil words later.

It was a complete accident that he was able to break free from the iron chain and open the door to the basement. After being injected with the potion too many times, his body seemed to develop resistance. Ji Nan found that his internal strength seemed to be slowly recovering. After being injected with the potion once, he When Ji Qingye was leaving, he opened the door with the only internal force he had and ran out.

That's why he heard the conversation between Ji's father and son.

Ji Du's voice had the clarity of a young man, but what he said was so vicious that Ji Nan couldn't believe it, "When will we kill him? I can't stand seeing his face every day. "

"Wait until we get the exercises."

"When the time comes, just cut off his hands and feet and throw them into the mountains to feed the wolves. He is as selfish as his father. Do you think it's great for you to join the Black Sword Sect? Disgusting."

"I want to see if the proud son of heaven can stand proud after being trampled into the mud."

Ji Nan stood stiffly on the spot, Ji Du's words kept ringing in his ears, and the childish words made him feel like falling into an ice cellar.

"Does he think that the Xuanjian Sect really wants to take him in as an apprentice? It's not because of the exercises in his hands. Even that Fu Chen, who has been rumored to be so powerful, might have practiced exercises with him long ago. .”

"If I have that skill, I must be stronger than them..."

Brother... I don't care about that exercise. Ji Nan covered his head with a sudden sharp pain, and couldn't help but bend down and squat down. people's attention.

Ji Qingye and Ji Du were a little surprised when they saw that Ji Nan had escaped. Seeing that he had discovered his disguise, Ji Du stopped pretending and looked at the extremely embarrassed Ji Nan with disdainful eyes, and said with a sneer: "We Anyway, we are a family, so please write down the exercises out of kindness, and don’t learn from your cold-blooded father.”

Seeing that he lowered his head and said nothing, thinking he was afraid, Ji Du smiled even more sarcasticly, "Are you waiting for that senior brother of yours to rescue you? But so many days have passed and he hasn't moved, you still don't understand What do you mean?"

"He doesn't care about you at all. He must have wanted to get rid of you a long time ago."

"If you hand over the exercises obediently, I will take you to him to ask him, how is it?"

"Shut up." Ji Nan stared blankly at the iron sword beside his leg, held it lightly in his hand, and repeated over and over again in a hoarse voice: "Brother cares about me, he doesn't do it for the sake of exercises." Adopt me."

The zhenqi in his body was rioting, and his eyes were stained with the color of blood. Ji Nan stood up slowly holding the sword, his eyes were full of madness, vaguely similar to Ji's father back then.

The demon heart is easy to get rid of, and it only takes a moment to become a demon. As the iron sword fluttered, blood splashed on Ji Nan's face and clothes, but the warm liquid could not melt the ice on his face. The riot intensified under the smell of blood, and he couldn't hear anything except the sound of the sword piercing into the chest.

The author has something to say: Regarding the second uncle’s question, I hinted earlier. I don’t know if you noticed that Ji Nan’s demon heart didn’t happen suddenly when he was apprenticed to a teacher. He had a similar attitude to Ji’s father, and it was already affected But the main stimulus still came from Ji Du and his senior brother