[Basic three] Help, wait for me

The next day.

A very ordinary carriage parked in front of Wuxinjiao, without any decorations, but the one pulling the reins turned out to be Juechen.But Nan Jiu was no longer surprised by Mo Zhichen's local tyrant spirit.

Touching Juechen's head, watching Wang, Li, Si, Zhang, and Wu carrying things to the car one after another, he couldn't help asking curiously, "Do we need so many things when we go out?"

Mo Zhichen stood by the side of the carriage and said, "I don't think it's necessary."

"Then you still let them move! If we move again, we will have no place to sit." Nan Jiu watched as Wang Er brought up another box of clothes.

Mo Zhichen shrugged and said, "It's not me, I just let them prepare a long gun from the arsenal."

Nan Jiu missed the point in an instant, "Why do you want a long gun?"

"For the little general's self-defense."

Nan Jiu remembered again, her original red spear had been broken by Mo Wanfeng long ago.

While speaking, a sharp spear with a silver handle and a jade pendant was delivered to his hand, along with a pair of Haolan's curved bow and feather arrows, which looked like they were seized from the Haoqi League.

Hmph, stealing something from Haoqi and then giving it to Haoqi is really bandit and unreasonable.

But the spear feels comfortable in the hand, and it seems to have the potential to break the sky when it is swung. Nan Jiu is very satisfied, and is casting a rewarding look at Mo Zhichen, and sees Wang Er is persistently stuffing a big box into the car, and the box looks like It was quite heavy, and he was sweating profusely when he lifted it.

Nan Jiu jumped into the car, threw the spear in the car, stopped him and said, "Hey, that's enough, just stuff it in, see if there's room for people here."

Wang Er wiped off his sweat, and slipped under Nan Jiu's spear as if he hadn't heard, and with all his strength, he piled up the boxes.

He jumped out of the carriage, and then said proudly, "The boss asked me to move this."

Nan Jiu finally found the point, his eyes rolled and he stared at Mo Zhichen.

Mo Zhichen smiled helplessly, "It's really not me."

At this time, a familiar voice came.

"What's all the fuss about? Have the people over there finished moving? Hey, why hasn't that box of chinaware been moved yet! Hurry up and move, how can we hurry when it's going to snow later?"

Then Nan Jiu saw Lu Qianyun strutting out in a colorful cloak, with gold ornaments from unknown sources hanging around his neck, huge silver rings on his ears, and a string of Agate Gold Circle.

He is obviously a Mingjiao disciple from the Western Regions, his eyes are as blue as the water in a holy lake, but at the moment he is dressed like a landlord, a rich man, with a bitter feeling that he is a chicken instead of a phoenix.

Nan Jiu laughed and said, "Lu Qianyun, why are you dressed like a pheasant?"

Hearing this metaphor, Lu Qianyun's originally well-prepared aura suddenly lost half of it. He looked down and felt that he was dressed very imposingly.

In the eyes of people in the Western Regions, if you want to show that you are rich, you have to wear it for others to see. You wear all the gems and gold on your body, so naturally you should do the same in the Central Plains.

So he cleared his throat, puffed up his chest, and said, "Ben, Gang, Master is happy, you have to hurry up, don't delay Ben, Gang, Master to eat delicious and spicy food."

The leader of this gang...he emphasized it twice.

Nan Jiu was a little surprised.

Lu Qianyun took a peek at Nan Jiu's expression, um, she was very satisfied, and continued, "Ben, Gang, mainly brought the brothers to live a happy life together, don't be an eyesore."

It's been three times, and it's not at all like the usual silly Lu Qianyun.

After hearing what he said, Mo Zhichen jumped onto the carriage, stuffed Nan Jiu, who was full of surprise, into the carriage, held the reins and said, "Let's go now, I wish Lord Lu to lead the brothers to the light as soon as possible." Holy way."

As soon as Lu Qianyun heard it, it was okay to leave as soon as he said it!

Shouting "Wait" hurriedly, he ran out in a hurry. He didn't care about any gold, silver, jewels, hair cloaks, big tails, and threw them all on the ground. He rushed to the front and paused for two steps.

Mo Zhichen said with a smile, "Master Lu, stop pretending?"

Lu Qianyun's eyes flickered.

Nan Jiu didn't know which play these two people were playing.

Lu Qianyun originally wanted to act like he would squander the gang, so that Mo Zhichen would not be relieved.Sure enough, Jiang is still old and hot, Mo Zhichen understands him, he is dressed like a golden dove in vain, but Mo Zhichen hasn't been shaken in the slightest.

Can't help but be disappointed, extremely disappointed.

"Qianyun, I believe you can do a good job as the leader of the gang, and you won't disappoint the brothers." Mo Zhichen said, expressing his trust in Lu Qianyun.

Don't let the brethren down, but don't say what he wants.

Lu Qianyun asked, "Do you really want to leave?"

Mo Zhichen nodded.

"There is no other way? No matter how difficult it is, I will..."

"No." Mo Zhichen was very resolute.

Lu Qianyun's head gradually lowered. He knew that Mo Zhichen never gave up on the decisions he made.

Finally, he whispered, "Take care."

Mo Zhichen slammed the reins, and the carriage moved slowly, making two deep ruts on the snow.

Nan Jiu opened one side of the car curtain and stretched her head to look back, but Lu Qianyun knelt on one knee in the snow and bowed twice in their direction.

"Master, Wuxinjiao is sorry for you, Lu Qianyun is sorry for you."

Mingjiao in the snow covered his eyes with a hood and said in a deep voice.

*****

Sitting in the swaying carriage, Nan Jiu became restless, so he opened the boxes one by one to look at the contents.

While tearing it down, he asked, "Mo Zhichen, you're not going to be the gang leader anymore?"

This box is Mo Zhichen's clothes.

Mo Zhichen replied, "I promised to accompany you on a tour, of course I dare not neglect."

Another box was unpacked, and there were still clothes, but the material was not as good as Mo Zhichen's, and the size was smaller than Mo Zhichen's, so he was dissatisfied immediately. Some common materials.

With a little anger, "Your gang leader should have done it long ago, how dangerous!"

Mo Zhichen only smiled lightly.

Nan Jiu piled up the boxes that he was dissatisfied with, and opened a third box, ah, a box of hidden weapons, all kinds, such as darts and plum blossom needles nailed in the palm, sleeve arrows and flying claws and small daggers.

What did Lu Qianyun think of them going out? He even prepared these things.

Mo Zhichen glanced back, Nan Jiu was covered with strange hidden weapons, and sighed, "Don't play with those, be careful of getting hurt."

But Nan Jiu picked up another palm nail, remembering that Mo Zhichen often threw it away, so he leaned on the box and observed slowly, and said, "Look, although they say you are not a good person, I think you are not bad." Not bad."

Mo Zhichen said lightly, "I'm only nice to the little general."

Nan Jiu naturally ignored his tone, swept all the dangerous items on her body into the box, leaned over to rub against Mo Zhichen, leaned against his back, and raised her hand to twist his short hair.

Asked, "You didn't say anything, what happened to your hair?"

Mo Zhichen didn't move, let him play with it, and said, "Didn't the little general say that it looks good when it's short?"

Nan Jiu knew that he was going to be perfunctory again, so she suddenly grabbed the hair in her hands tightly and said, "What's the matter?"

When the root of the hair hurt, Mo Zhichen didn't hide it, "It was just a fight with my elder brother, and he cut off his hair when he got angry."

It's a tone of indifference to this, as if cutting a hair is as easy as cutting grass.

But Nanjiu is not stupid. He knows that in this age, the old Confucianism of "body, hair and skin are the parents" is practiced. Cutting off the hair is more serious than breaking an arm or leg.

"Cut the head?" Nan Jiu blurted out, "You and Mo Wanfeng don't want to see each other like this? What kind of hatred do you two have?"

Mo Zhichen paused, and said, "I did something wrong to the master, and I deserve it."

Nan Jiu suddenly stretched her head in front of him, staring at his face carefully, up and down, frowning more and more as she watched, and finally retracted, and concluded, "Fake."

Mo Zhichen felt curious, "Why is it fake?"

"You can tell it's fake by the look on your face."

In Mo Zhichen's eyes, there is a forbearance and grievance that is different from repentance. The brothers must have misunderstood something, otherwise how could a pair of brothers be reduced to the point where they are so jealous when they meet each other.

"The little general always says something surprising." Mo Zhichen said with a smile, neither affirming nor denying.

The carriage creaked and continued, the surrounding snow scene remained unchanged, a gust of wind swept by, and Mo Zhichen suddenly whispered, "There are some things that I don't think need to be said to bother Ah Jiu."

His name was Ah Jiu, not Little General.

Nan Jiu sighed with emotion.

It's true that he doesn't need to worry about these things that have nothing to do with him, but he always feels uncomfortable looking at such a dust of indifference.

Nan Jiu leaned against Mo Zhichen, raised her head and pressed his back, "You're going to suffer from high blood pressure sooner or later."

"High... what?"

Nan Jiu thought for a while, but couldn't find a suitable description, and simply explained, "Well, it's a disease that makes people's blood spurt."

blood spurting...

Mo Zhichen found this disease novel and interesting.He laughed and asked seriously, "Then doctor, how can we cure this disease?"

Nan Jiu stroked the beard that didn't exist, shook his head and said, "First of all, we must maintain a comfortable mood and reduce stress."

The corner of Mo Zhichen's lips curled up, and his body suddenly turned to the side.

Nanjiu's backrest suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and the person leaned back, and his two claws couldn't grasp the place where he could hold his strength.

Mo Zhichen bent one leg up at the right time, and it happened to be a pillow for Nan Jiu who fell on his back due to weakness. He drove the car with one hand, and stroked Nan Jiu's face with the other, "Then I just need to be with the little general."

The face was slightly covered by Mo Zhichen's five fingers, and the sun cast it a slightly smoky red.Nan Jiu blinked, his eyelashes scratched his palm, and trembled slightly.Seeing Mo Zhichen through his fingers, there was a faint smile on his mouth, with an extremely serious expression.

Nan Jiu was a little greedy for such a serious Mo Zhichen, instead of teasing him lightly all day long.

He didn't take away the hand that covered his face, but peeked at the face beyond the fingers, coveting the warmth in his hand.

Mo Zhichen's driving skills are excellent, Nan Jiu just lay down like this, accompanied by the slight bumps of the carriage, he felt drowsy, so he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

As the snow drifted down, it melted against the warm palms, and water droplets seeped down along the fingers, dripping on Nan Jiu's eyelashes, like dew in the first morning.

Even so, he didn't wake up, he just rolled the eyeballs in his eyelids, put his head in the pillow, and the body facing Mo Zhichen really fell asleep.

Feeling Nan Jiu's deep breath, Mo Zhichen didn't dare to walk too fast, for fear that the jolt of the carriage would wake up the people in front of him.

Smiling to himself, he only looked so cute when he was asleep, like a cat returning home.

The weather in Kunlun today is very good, there is no wind or snow, only occasional small flakes of snow fall on the shoulders, and when the snow stops, even half of the sun hangs in the sky.

Such a day is very suitable for traveling.

Their long journey has finally set off.