Qi Kuo

The glory is gone, and I will return in spring.

Zhao Jun shook his foot from which the hidden weapon was removed, and it became much lighter for a while, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

The mountain road is rugged and winding, with countless twists and turns, and layers of trees surround one of the small valleys.

He looked at Chen Ke's mood standing opposite, as calm as water, which he had already expected.

Chen Ke looked at Zhao Jun, covered the look in his eyes, only looked at the masked person in the distance, and said softly: "Shanghanzang?"

Shang Khan harbored some doubts, but was forced to suppress him immediately, and then lowered his voice and said: "General Chen, I have long admired you."

After hearing the same word twice from different people of the same clan within less than half a month, Chen Ke thought: If I hadn't been humble, the appointment would have been inflated now.

But the indifferent expression on his face was still maintained, accompanied by his calm voice: "It's an honor to be appreciated by the prince."

Shanghanzang didn't want to talk about these twists and turns with him. They always do things straight-forward, and they find it difficult to understand when they say something.

So he paused, and then said: "Did General Chen bring what I want?"

Zhao Jun was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what this thing was.But Chen Ke said: "Zhao Jun. Do you think this thing is important or you?"

Zhao Jun raised his eyes and looked at Chen Ke. He was a little far away, and he couldn't see the expression on Chen Ke's face clearly. He thought: How do I know what is more important.

He hadn't finished thinking, but he heard himself say forcefully: "Things are more important."

Chen Ke seemed to have expected him to say this, and before the words hit the ground, he heard him say: "The second prince heard it too, and things are more important, so the rest depends on your choice, prince. How to deal with it is up to you." Fall."

When he was talking, he looked at Zhao Jun like an inconspicuous dead object that couldn't catch his eyes.

From the inside out, it was all indifference.

At this moment, Shanghanzang whispered in Zhao Jun's ear as if he had discovered something funny, "Have you seen it? This is what you firmly believe in."

Zhao Jun turned his head to look at Shanghanzang, with a smile in his voice: "So? My belief should be like this. I am fearless."

His last sentence of "Fearless" was so low that no one could hear it except himself.

The same is true for Shanghanzang, so he habitually asked: "Huh?"

Zhao Jun continued to laugh: "I said, you are really stupid."

Shanghanzang's eyeballs shrank suddenly. Before he could speak, he turned sideways to avoid the hidden weapon attacking from behind. Taking advantage of his free time, he glanced at the side and stood beside him coldly to help Chen Zhaojun take off the restraints on his hands. Chen Ke, who was on the rope, said: "General Chen, didn't I tell you to come by yourself?"

His voice was full of contempt.

Chen Ke untied the rope slowly, saw the red marks on Zhao Jun's wrist, and lowered his voice a few degrees: "I came here by myself... Don't you know how to look at their martial arts?"

Shang Khanzang was startled, on the one hand coping with the increasingly intensive attacks, on the other hand recalling carefully, and suddenly reacted.

He cursed in Shanghan's local language and tried his best to escape.

Seeing Shanghanzang wanting to escape, those people in black also chased after him, and only one remained there.

Just as Zhao Jun was about to ask who he was, he saw the man in black respectfully salute him in an incomprehensible salute, and then said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Master Zhao, my master is here to invite you."

Zhao Jun's first reaction was to look at Chen Ke's expression, but Chen Ke lowered his head and helped him apply the medicine carefully on his wrist without saying a word.

Zhao Jun didn't know why, and he didn't make a sound to disturb him, and the man in black over there was not in a hurry, just stood aside and waited quietly, looking at the mountains in the distance.

Seeing that the marks on Zhao Jun's hands were almost covered by the ointment, Chen Ke stopped, closed the lid, and put the ointment in his arms.

After finishing these things, he seemed to suddenly remember that there was another person, so he raised his eyes to look at the person opposite, and said, "Is there something wrong?"

The man in black seemed to be used to such times, so he said calmly, "General, can you let Mr. Zhao come with me?"

Chen Ke looked at him for a long time, so long that the man in black sweated from his back, and then he said, "Okay."

Zhao Jun didn't ask him why he let him follow this person, nor did he ask him if he knew this person, but he said, he just did it.

No need to ask why, he believed him.

Believe that he will not harm him.

Zhao Jun walked slowly behind. He didn't know where this person would take him, but he didn't want to ask.

But he never thought that the end of the road would be so beautiful.

Mo Xuan stood in front of an exquisite and small attic, looked at Zhao Jun who was getting closer, secretly put the square scarf he had been holding in his hand in his arms, and then gradually widened the smile on his face, with countless smiles in his eyes. As bright as possible.

When Zhao Jun saw Mo Xuan coming over, the doubts in his heart were gradually resolved, and finally he showed a slight smile.

He is not surprised that Mo Xuan has such strength or that such a deep city is so small, because the living environment is different, so there is no need to be surprised that it will be like this.

Chen Ke once told him that Mo Xuan may not be worse than any of them when he grows up.

Know how to hold back its sharpness, accumulate thick and thin hair.

But this time it was a bit aggressive.

Zhao Jun followed Mo Xuan in, and since it was almost noon, Mo Xuan sent someone out to make some food and come in.

There was no meekness in front of him in every gesture, every movement was indifferent.

Zhao Jun poured a glass of water on his own, put it to his lips and drank it, and didn't care what Mo Xuan ordered.

Mo Xuan stared at the strangle marks on Zhao Jun's hands for a long time before saying, "Brother, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Zhao Jun say: "Don't look at my hands, Chen Ke just rubbed the medicine. It's okay."

Mo Xuan choked for a moment, and then said quietly: "I didn't mean to ask you this..."

Zhao Jun looked at him with a slight smile: "Oh? Really?"

Mo Xuan poked his neck and nodded: "Yes."

Dead ducks have tough mouths.

When the dishes were served, Mo Xuan didn't think of any topic to distract Zhao Jun from laughing at him.

With a dark face, he called his subordinates over, put on a smiling face, and said: "Remember this face, you can do whatever he asks you to do in the future, and he will be your master from now on."

Zhao Jun looked at his forced smiling face and wanted to laugh, but because the occasion was not right, he held back and waved lightly to those people in black: "No need."

Mo Xuan turned to look at him and said, "Why?"

Zhao Jun picked up a chopstick and put it into Mo Xuan's bowl, and said, "What kind of situation do you want me to stand in?"

Mo Xuan stopped talking and retorting, and looked at Zhao Jun's smiling face, not knowing what to say.

Zhao Jun looked at Mo Xuan's troubled eyes, sighed, and said, "I understand your intentions, but I am a warrior now, not a pampered son, nor a powerless person, why bother?" Such a waste, but you are different, you have things you need to deal with, they are your right-hand man, no matter what the reason is, you should not give your power to others, especially now, I am still standing on your side... Not on the same front as you."

Mo Xuan was silent, and Zhao Jun continued: "If one day, I fight side by side with you, I can accept that, but now, Mo Xuan, I really can't."

Mo Xuan didn't speak for a long time, then coughed, and then said: "Well, I see, I'm sorry."

Zhao Jun raised his hand and rubbed Zhao Jun's head, delicate and soft hair flowed over his palm, he said: "Don't be sorry, this sentence shouldn't be said to me."

Mo Xuan's heart moved, he turned around and looked at his subordinates standing in a row, he bowed without hesitation, and said, "Sorry."

The people below were all stunned, and after a long time, they realized that the man in black who brought Zhao Jun over said: "Young Master, you are serious."

Mo Xuan said a few more words to them before letting them go down to eat first, and when the two of them were left in the room, he said to Zhao Jun, "You want me to make a good impression on them, right?"

After Zhao Jun took a bite of the dish, he found it a little salty, so he took a sip of the bowl of bone soup at hand. The milky white broth soaked up all the taste buds, making it thick, smooth and delicious.

Satisfied, he narrowed his eyes slightly, took another sip, and then answered Mo Xuan's question: "You can say this, or you don't need to, anyway, it won't do you any harm."

Mo Xuan silently took his empty bowl, filled him another bowl of broth, and put some lotus roots in it.

Zhao Jun didn't stop him either, perhaps because he thought it was useless to stop him, so he might as well just accept it.He took the bowl, stirred it with a spoon, ate a piece of lotus root, and then asked Mo Xuan, "You asked me here to introduce them to me?"

Mo Xuan nodded, ate the food that Zhao Jun gave him before, and said again: "It's not too much, I was here to save you, this just came to my mind."

Zhao Jun snorted, and then asked him, "When did you know that I was tied up?"

Mo Xuan picked what he wanted to eat from the bowl, and pushed aside what he didn't want to eat, and said, "I'll know when you're tied up."

"Then why didn't you rescue me a few days ago?"

"..." Mo Xuan felt that this topic could not continue.

Seeing Mo Xuan's expression, Zhao Jun smiled and said, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I have to go back after I have dinner."

Mo Xuan said without raising his head, "Yes, I know."

Zhao Jun didn't speak any more, and lowered his head to eat the soup in his bowl.The hair on the forehead swayed slightly with the movement of the body, refracting different colors with different lights.

When Zhao Jun left, Mo Xuan asked the man in black who picked him up to take him back. He had refused for a long time, but Mo Xuan's firm attitude could not be restrained, so he had to be escorted.

There was silence all the way, and then the man in black felt a little bored, or had something to say, so he tried to chat with Zhao Jun.

Speaking of the latter, Zhao Jun asked him: "Hey, why do you only have a code name? Your name is Xiaoyi, so do you add the latter?"

Xiao Xiao nodded: "Well, we were all picked up by the young master, and after learning some martial arts from him, we protected him."

Zhao Jun smiled: "You guys have learned a bit?!"

Xiaoyi was noncommittal: "Our martial arts are not very good, but they are enough to protect our little master...can I tell you something?"

Zhao Jun nodded: "Please tell me."

Xiao Yi hesitated for a while, considering whether to speak, but finally he spoke: "This is the first time Xiaozhu listens to others like that."

Zhao Jun didn't speak, and waited for him to continue: "So, can you, be nice to him?"

Zhao Jun bowed his head in silence for a long time, and finally said: "Okay."

He would say this is good, not only because Mo Xuan, like him, has experienced the pain of losing a loved one, but also because, as Xiao Yi said, listening to him is also good to him, so it should be waited.

The author has something to say:

I've been really busy recently, so I can only do this at this speed...

Sorry little cuties.