Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

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When Yang Jian came over, Zhan Zhao saw it early in the morning. He was about to stand up to say hello, but he was obviously a little weak. In the blink of an eye, he saw the Jade Emperor following Yang Jian. Suddenly, I felt that this person must have come from an extraordinary background.

The Jade Emperor lightly twitched his chin and smiled, glanced at Zhan Zhao as if casually, admiring inwardly in his heart, as expected, he was an extraordinary talent, knowing that he was poisoned by a poison, but still calm and smiling, even though he saw I felt a little surprised, but there was no surprise in the expression.

This calm temperament is somewhat similar to someone.

With a gentle smile, the Jade Emperor looked more like a kind elder.

Yang Jian swallowed his breath secretly, of course he couldn't reveal Jade Emperor's true expression, he coughed lowly and reluctantly introduced: "Zhan Zhao, my friend." Seeing Zhan Zhao's smiling gesture, he turned his head to look at Jade Emperor, and said, "This is my friend." The...uncle..."

Zhan Zhao was slightly surprised, as if he hadn't expected that such a mysterious and unpredictable figure as Yang Jian would suddenly have an "uncle".Lifting his eyes and looking closely, he felt that the elder in front of him looked somewhat similar to Yang Jian. Although he was surprised, he didn't feel that abrupt, so he tried his best to support his half body, and said: "I'm sorry, I have an injury and I can't show respect. I still hope to forgive you."

Seeing that he was struggling, Yang Jian was about to step forward to support him, but he stopped and said nothing when his heart moved.But the Jade Emperor had already stepped forward and knelt down to support Zhan Zhao's shoulders, and said softly: "Don't force it, people in the world don't need trifles. Since you are injured, you have to take care of yourself."

Seeing the Jade Emperor's pretentiousness, Yang Jian secretly pouted his lips in disdain, but because he still had to count on the Jade Emperor to make a move, of course he couldn't say much. Seeing that the Jade Emperor was pretending there, he held Zhan Zhao's hand for a while to test his pulse, and then brushed Zhan Zhao's hand. He could not bear the patience and said directly: "Uncle, have you finished reading it? Can this poison be cured?"

The Jade Emperor pondered for a moment on purpose, and saw that Yang Jian's eyes were filled with impatience, and then he smiled and said: "It's okay, I have a detoxification pill here, all kinds of poisons in the world can be cured, although this silkworm moth green blood poison is rare, it is not just Can't figure it out."

Zhan Zhao was slightly surprised again, it turned out that looking at Yang Jian's expression, it seemed that it would not be easy for him to cure the poison, but how did it become a matter of one sentence in his uncle's mouth?

Yang Jian had already reached out his hand unceremoniously, and the Jade Emperor secretly sighed that the child really didn't know how to be perfunctory, but seeing that Yang Jian was already impatient, he didn't intentionally make him irritable, and took out a small one from his bosom. The small jade bottle came, put it gently in Yang Jian's palm, and said lightly: "Take it with you, don't swallow it, wait for the medicine to dissolve slowly."

Yang Jian helped Zhan Zhao slowly take out the elixir from the jade bottle, saying, "Take it slowly and don't worry."

Zhan Zhao looked at Yang Jian, and always felt that there was something different about Yang Jian, but he couldn't tell. He obediently took the elixir in his mouth, and felt a warm and slightly bitter taste spreading in his mouth. It's really not good, but it's not unbearable either, Zhan Zhao frowned subconsciously.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "Good medicine tastes bitter, you'll get used to it once you get used to it."

With the pill in his mouth, Zhan Zhao couldn't open his mouth, but only indicated with his eyes.

Yang Jian knew what he meant, but he was reluctant. After a while, seeing that Zhan Zhao's face gradually turned red, and the original light blue color in his eyes faded, he stood up and hugged the Jade Emperor. Clasping fists, said: "Thank you uncle for helping me this time."

The Jade Emperor said: "Why do you say thank you? It will take a few days for your friend to get rid of the poison. My family is busy, so I can't stay here any longer. When he recovers You can go with him, I have prepared a carriage outside the valley."

Yang Jian understood what the Jade Emperor meant, although he was dissatisfied that he had taken away his mana, but he was still grateful that he did not make it too difficult, so he softened his attitude and said, "Then, I will give it to uncle." Zhao lay down on his back, and whispered, "I'll be back soon, don't worry." Zhan Zhao smiled and said that he was fine, and asked Yang Jian to leave at ease.

Yang Jian patted him satisfied and followed Jade Emperor's footsteps, and the two of them turned out of the valley in two or three steps.

The Jade Emperor looked at Yang Jian and said, "Don't forget our agreement, don't let me come again."

Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, then raised the corner of his robe and knelt down, saying, "Respectfully, Your Majesty!"

The Jade Emperor snorted coldly: "Here again, forget it, think of some reason to go back and coax the child, I don't need you to send me off!" In Yang Jian's ear: "The one-year deadline is well grasped..."

Yang Jian's expression did not change, he slowly got up and looked at the place surrounded by clouds and mist in the distance, there was a faint neighing from the cliff, and in a blink of an eye, he saw a white horse in front of him, the horse shook a few times, and a solid wooden carriage appeared.

The horse hung its head beside Yang Jian, and Yang Jian gently stroked the soft mane of the white horse, muttering to himself, "I'm sorry for your trouble." He bowed his head to look for grass to eat.

Fan Bo sat alone in the carriage in a dull mood, and couldn't help stroking Juque again. It had been several days since he left Daliao to go to Beijing, and there was no news about Yang Jian, and of course there was no news about Zhan Zhao.

Fan Bo didn't know where Yang Jian took Zhan Zhao to, and he couldn't find any clues about it. It seemed that Yang Jian had never had any contact with him.

If it wasn't for the giant que at hand that kept reminding him coldly, Fan Bo would almost have thought that this trip to the Northland was just a dream, maybe Zhan Zhao was just doing his routine patrol on the Bianliang Avenue right now.

Sighing softly, Fan Bo pulled out the Juque sword with his backhand, and a stream of ice-like cold light swayed from the blade, showing a kind of power that cannot be underestimated.How many days has it been?Fan Bo would draw his sword and stare blankly when he had nothing to do, wondering when the so-called strange scene would appear?I don't know how the Juque will react then?How could you trust that Yang Jian who came out of nowhere so much? Who knows where Yang Jian came from?What background?

Fan Bo sighed and slowly put his sword back into its sheath.

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