I rely on pancakes to become rich [farming]

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment before he realized who the "Shen Kunxiao" was speaking of by the master of Jinxiu Gate.

Another one of the three great masters in the world today, the master of Jianzong and Ji Jueyan's art teacher, Shen Kunxiao!

——It’s Brother Wu’s master!

——What about Brother Wu, is Brother Wu there?

Yan Moji's eyes suddenly radiated hope, staring closely at the front, he couldn't help jumping up in his heart, looking forward to whether he could see the missing figure.

The white mist dissipated suddenly, and an old man with white hair and white eyebrows appeared alone in front of them. His hair was simply tied behind his head, even a little messy; After being awakened by someone, he hurriedly dressed and went out.

He held a seemingly ordinary green steel sword in his hand, his white eyebrows moved slightly, and he said slowly, "Long time no see."

The master of the Jinxiu Gate sneered in a hoarse voice: "Why, Jianzong finally plans to intervene?"

The Jinxiu Sect had something to say, Shen Kunxiao gently stroked his long eyebrows with his left hand, and sighed: "The head of the door is joking, the old man is just because he can't resist the little apprentice's coquettishness, and he just came here to take the apprentice's wife back, I wonder if the head of the door can cut her love? "

At the end, Shen Kunxiao seemed to think of something helpless, shook his head, and sighed heavily: "Apprentices are all debts!"

Yan Moji's excitement froze when he heard it from behind.

--behave in a spoiled manner?Brother Wu?

He couldn't imagine how Brother Wu's usual expressionless face acted like a spoiled child to Grandmaster Shen.

The master of the Jinxiu Gate obviously had the same idea as Yan Moji. After a pause for a while, he said coldly: "Second Master Yan is a descendant of my royal family, how can he be counted as a member of your Sword Sect?"

Grandmaster Shen stroked his white eyebrows again, took a slow step forward, and sighed: "I also know that it's all nonsense, but I just have to say a few words...Since we can't agree, then... let's fight."

Before he finished speaking, the old man who looked so old that he was about to enter the coffin flashed a cold light from the green steel sword in his hand, and slashed at the head of the master of Jinxiu Sect.

For a while, the wind was surging and the sky changed suddenly.

...

The battle between the two grandmasters caused countless gusts of wind.

For some reason, Shen Kunxiao didn't have any scruples about Yan Moji and Yang Tayan over there at all, with full momentum, without hesitation, as if he wanted to kill Yan Moji together.

Shen Kunxiao is merciless, the master of Jinxiu Sect cannot let him go.

He took Yan Moji all the way back to the capital, of course not to let Yan Moji die in such a place, so he had to protect the carriage behind him while pulling Shen Kunxiao to move away from the carriage.

The aura of the grand master's battle gradually receded, and Yang Tayan, who stood stiffly in front of Yan Moji and blocked the impact of the aura in front of him, finally relaxed, his face was pale, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Yan Moji looked at the boy who was only fifteen or sixteen years old with a complicated expression, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Yang Tayan vomited blood, and his complexion obviously improved. He looked back at Yan Moji, with a wry smile on his face.

Before Yan Moji could say anything, Yang Tayan suddenly jumped out of the carriage, jumped several times in a row, and disappeared in the direction of the capital.

Yan Moji was stunned for a moment, still a little puzzled, and suddenly a figure landed lightly in front of the carriage, looked in the direction in which the young man was fleeing, and "hummed" with some dissatisfaction: "For he ran fast."

Turning his head, it was Chu Tachen's somewhat familiar peach blossom eyes, with a hint of a smile: "Junior Brother Yan, are you okay?"

"Brother Chu?"

Yan Moji yelled in surprise, and his expression changed immediately, "How is Brother Wu?"

——If Brother Wu is fine, with Brother Wu's character, he will never save himself by others!

Chu Tachen didn't expect that Yan Moji immediately thought of Junior Brother Ji's safety as soon as they met each other. The lie he had thought up before turned around in his mouth, and finally swallowed it. He only kept his smile unchanged, and gently stretched out his hand : "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, Junior Brother Ji is in a nearby village, let's go first."

The sensing range of the Grandmaster Realm is extremely wide, even if there is interference from Grandmaster Shen, the master of the Jinxiu Sect will certainly be able to detect their presence.

They have to leave as soon as possible while Grandmaster Shen is still able to hold back the master of Jinxiu Sect!

Yan Moji also knew this truth, forcibly suppressed the anxiety in his heart, shut his mouth, and let Chu Tachen take him away from this place.

...

Chu Tachen ran wildly with Yan Moji for nearly an hour, and finally stopped at the gate of a small village hidden behind the hills, stopped panting, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Yan Moji was carried by the speeding light kungfu, and he felt a little dizzy when he stopped. He supported the ancient locust tree and stopped for a while before he managed to slow down. When he raised his head, he saw Chu Tachen's caring eyes: "Junior Brother Yan, Are you okay?"

Yan Moji took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, suppressing the oppressive feeling in his chest, and smiled gratefully: "Thank you, Brother Chu, I'm fine——Is Brother Wu here?"

Chu Tachen sighed inwardly, without showing it on his face, and pointed to a thatched hut near the intersection: "Junior Brother Ji is right there."

Yan Moji thanked him, forgetting that he was still a little dizzy, he rushed over quickly, pushed open the half-hidden wooden door, and saw Feng Wenlan who was still holding the medicine bowl in his head.

Feng Wenlan heard someone approaching just now. Hearing the footsteps, it was an ordinary person with no martial arts. He thought it was a villager approaching. Just as he was about to come out and send him away, he suddenly met Yan Moji's anxious and worried face. He was stunned for a moment, and said pleasantly: "The boss is back?"

Yan Moji nodded, his eyes unconsciously focused on the soup in Feng Wenlan's hand, and looked behind Feng Wenlan anxiously: "Where's Brother Wu?"

Feng Wenlan turned sideways to get out of the way, seemed to hesitate to speak, but finally said nothing.

Yan Moji entered the back room, his eyes instantly focused on the familiar figure leaning against the bed.

Ji Mingwu's expression remained the same as before, with a faint smile on his handsome face, as if Yan Moji had just returned from a daily trip, and his voice was low and gentle: "Welcome back, Ah Ji."

Yan Moji was stunned for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was trembling: "Brother Wu, what are you...?"

Although Ji Mingwu's face was as natural as usual, the shocking dark blue marks on his half-naked upper body made Yan Moji's heart chill.

Starting from the right waist and abdomen, the dark blue pattern is like a ferocious snake, crawling all over half of his body, together with Ji Mingwu's strong right shoulder and right arm, are entwined with this dark blue trace, making Ji Mingwu's whole body transparent. With a strange feeling.

Yan Moji walked up to Ji Mingwu, and slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch those dark blue marks, his fingertips trembled slightly.

Ji Mingwu stretched out his left hand, gently held his trembling fingertips, sighed inwardly, the gentle look in his eyes did not change, and told the truth: "The poison has spread a bit."

"The poison of Jinxiu Gate? Isn't it well suppressed?"

Yan Moji's body trembled slightly, and his mind suddenly recalled that day when the master of Jinxiu Sect came suddenly, and Brother Wu fought desperately.

His throat seemed to be blocked, his sinuses were sore, he opened his mouth twice, before he managed to utter a few words: "Is it... because of me?"

——Is it because of him that Brother Wu changed from a chic and reckless swordsman to the current one who can only lie on the bed and be tortured by poison?

Ji Mingwu shook his head, his voice was still gentle, with a trace of guilt hidden: "Actually, Ruxin has already started to spread when I touched the dragon gate, but now I can't control it—it's not your fault, Ah Ji."

Yan Moji didn't believe this sentence at all, it was Ji Mingwu who was trying to comfort him on purpose.

He lowered his head, held Ji Mingwu's left hand behind his back with both hands, and suddenly two tears fell down.

Yan Moji doesn't like to cry. In his previous life, his mother taught him that tears can't solve problems, and crying will only show his fragile side to others.

The mother did the same thing herself. Even if relatives came to make trouble and scratched her neck, she still bandaged it up by herself, and even forced herself to cook for the young Yan Moji. Although her hands were shaking the whole time, she insisted Not a single tear was shed.

In Yan Moji's previous life, he only cried twice when his parents were buried.The rest of the time, even if there are all kinds of grievances, sadness, and panic, I just close myself in the kitchen at home, soothe my heart with food, dispel the accumulated emotions, and withdraw my tears.

But now, he suddenly felt unable to control his tears.

——If it wasn't for his own poor self-esteem, deliberately separating himself from the identity of the original body, and refusing to accept the acceptance of King Qi and Jinxiumen, how could Brother Wu confront the owner of Jinxiumen for himself?

——Not accepting the identity of the original body, besides bringing me a sense of psychological satisfaction, what else did I bring?Broken the heart of Yuan Chen's elder brother, and made Brother Wu's life in danger...

——He always thought that he was doing better than the original body, at least he did not insult the name of "Yan Moji" in this world, but in reality, except for making assorted food, he didn't seem to be much better than the original body where to go...

Normally, Yan Moji would never have such decadent thoughts;

But now, Yan Moji fell into deep self-denial when he thought of the person he loved deeply, being entangled in poison because of himself, and even died of poison, and the panic of losing his lover and family.

The more he thought about it, the sadder he felt, the tears flowed out drop by drop uncontrollably, and he couldn't hold it back even though he tried his best.

Because of the habit of his previous life, Yan Moji has always felt that crying is a sign of cowardice, and subconsciously thinks that Jianghu swordsman like Ji Mingwu thinks the same way, and doesn't want to expose his side to Ji Mingwu.

He raised one hand and wiped away his tears indiscriminately, but soon the tears welled up again, making him dare not look up at all, for fear that his embarrassing appearance would fall into Ji Mingwu's eyes.

Suddenly, Yan Moji felt the left hand he was holding pulled away, and then felt a solid arm wrap around his shoulder, and with a gentle force, he embraced himself in his arms.

The side face was pressed against Ji Mingwu's chest covered by a thin layer of cotton, feeling the warm body temperature of Brother Wu, when Yan Moji was in a daze, a sigh sounded in his ears, followed by Ji Mingwu's deep voice as always:

"Ah Ji, in front of me, you can cry if you want - as I said before, you can do whatever you want."

The author has something to say: Then according to the usual practice, see you at 9 o'clock on Thursday night in the next chapter~