Mo Qianlan could see clearly that Wu Jin was enduring the torment.

Wu Jin wouldn't have lied ten years ago, and now, he is about to break the saint barrier he has built, adapt to the chaotic Kuanzhou, and join this war that subverts heaven and earth.

Even now, there are still doubts in his eyes - can the oath of the two dynasties really be exchanged for the emperor's forbearance? In the past ten years, where has Mo Leaf stood out? Under Mo Qianlan's true feelings, what purpose is hidden?

A wise man took away all his doubts, and took back the suffering that he could gain sympathy.

He studied hard in the cold window, once he was in high school, he fell to the bottom again, full of pain, he handed out his sincerity to Mo Lingfeng, and punished himself for stabbing his flesh and blood, so as not to forget his original intention and gradually degenerate.

Wretched.

Mo Qianlan slowly leaned back, thinking that Wu Jin's pain and introspection must accompany him - he would eventually realize that he was the half-master of this world, and if he didn't have this introspection, it would be unfavorable to Ah Jin.

The room was silent, the snow was heavy, and the sound of Xun came intermittently, and after a while, he suddenly said: "If you want to hide it from Ah Yan, she thinks I can accompany her more."

Before Wu Jin could answer, he had already slowly slipped down from the Taishi's chair.

Yin Beifei came in, helped Mo Qianlan up, and said to Wu Jin: "Young Master Wu, uncle wants to rest for a while, the girl is in the garden, I will ask someone to send you over."

The subordinate came in with good training, changed Wu Jin's hat, put on a crane, walked to the door, and immediately someone opened the oil-paper umbrella to save him from the cold.

There is a small sedan chair with a flat-topped soap curtain outside, and the lower person presses down the sedan pole and asks Wu Jin to go up.

The snow has turned lighter, the sky has brightened, and people have come and gone, busy, and after the snow on the road has cleared, the thin layer of snow that has fallen has become wet and slippery.

The two subordinates carefully carried the soft sedan chair to prevent the ice-like sedan chair from falling and shattering.

The wind blew on Wu Jin's face, and he heard the sound of Xun mixed in the wind, which was clearer than what he heard in the house, and he lifted the curtain and asked, "Who is blowing Xun?"

The servant hurriedly said, "It's a girl, Cheng Sanye has arrived."

Wu Jin let go of his hand and sat back, knowing that it was not Mo Lingfeng, Mo Lingfeng was blowing Xun, much better than this person.

It won't be Cheng Ting, Cheng Ting hates Xun and Xi Qin.

The sound also came from the back garden, and when the sedan chair arrived at Jiusixuan, Wu Jin asked people to stop, and after getting off the sedan chair, he held an umbrella and walked slowly inside.

Xun Sheng was ahead, and he stood still in front of the moon gate, looking at the person who blew Xun.

A Qiang man.

With his braids tied up, wearing a long shirt, hanging a few white stones with colored ropes around his waist, holding Tao Xun in his hand, he was blowing "whining", and when he looked up, he also saw Wu Jin.

He lowered his hand and looked at Wu Jin curiously, after reading it, he felt a little familiar, but when he looked at it again, he felt that something was wrong.

He stepped forward and looked hard at the literati standing with an umbrella.

After seeing it clearly, he took two steps back, his hands on his chest, full of vigilance, his eyes full of hostility, and at the same time a wave of anger rose from the bottom of his heart, mixed with a vague self-ashamed appearance.

A sentence that had been long ago and was vague suddenly exploded in his ears.

"My Mohula."

Her relentless pursuit, her net is open, she takes him into the prosperous and rich world of the Han people, she claims to be a god, high up, but let him be by her side, everything has a reason.

I see.

I see!

Wu Jin raised the umbrella a little back, and through the fine snowflakes, he looked at Zeer's angry eyebrows, saw that he had an old scar on his eyebrows, and then saw that although his face had the roughness of the Qiang people, he also had the softness of the Han people, which was somewhat similar to himself.

He slowly took three steps forward and asked, "What's your name?"

"Zell."

"You threw a white stone at the Leaf."

"Yes!"

Wu Jin went further: "When did you come?"

Zell could pinch the weak scholar in front of him with one hand, but for some reason, he was timid first, and followed his footsteps backwards

Retreat: "You can't control it!"

At the same time, a small noise erupted in the garden, and then only Cheng Ting was heard shouting, "Pain! It hurts!"

Immediately followed by a wild shout, Cheng Ting's footsteps were heavy and loud, and he dragged in the direction of the Moon Gate.

He was about to snatch the door out, behind him Mo Lingfeng was carrying a huge snowball in both hands, and it slammed on his back with a "bang", and he "snapped" his head into the snowdrift, squirmed twice, turned over, and faced the sky on his back, trying to jump up, and jumped twice, only his belly was undulating.

He pretended that he hadn't survived the carp, turned over and got up, Mo Lingfeng had already run to Wu Jin: "Wu Jin! Cheng San beat me!"

"I didn't ......" Cheng Ting was like a big dog, swinging wildly, shaking off the snow all over his body, "I just took a small snowball and smashed her lightly."

When Wu Jin heard this, she put away her umbrella, leaned against the wall and put it down, bent down to hold Mo Lingfeng's face: "Where?"

Mo Lingfeng looked up with the strength of his hand, and stretched out his hand to point to the corner of his forehead: "Here."

Wu Jin saw that there was a small red mark in the place she was pointing at, and it would dissipate in less than a moment.

He smiled and let go of his hand, "It's a little red."

Mo Lingfeng hugged him and walked inside: "I'll ask someone to fetch your medicine, you stay a little longer."

"Okay."

"Can Li Yi's medicine relieve pain?"

"Yes, it's better than Kyosato's medicine."

Cheng Tingjinji was independent, leaning on the wall with one hand, taking off his boots with the other, pouring snow out, exchanging one leg and continuing to pour, after both shoes were put on, he poked his head out of the moon gate and glanced left and right: "Zel, have you seen my fat sea?"

He saw that Zel's expression was wrong, as if he was suddenly sick, and his eyes were cloudy, and just as he wanted to ask him, he saw Zell slam Xun on the stone slab.

Tao Xun immediately made a crisp cracking sound.

His anger has nowhere to go, no one cares about him, no one cares about him, he is not worth mentioning here, he is just a prisoner who survived.

He strode out of here, not knowing where to go, shuttling through this mansion that was almost transformed into a ghost, and his heart was empty.

Cheng Ting stood in place, looking at the shattered Xun on the ground, and thought very experiencedly, "My heart is broken."

As soon as he turned his head, he ran into the garden, caught the fat sea that went to the official room along the way, changed into clean shoes and socks, and walked two more steps, when suddenly a flash of inspiration and stood still.

Zell is like Wu Jin!

When the two are not together, no one would have thought that these two people who are opposite each other are similar, unless they firmly engrave the face of one of them in their hearts and think about it from time to time.

But when these two people stand together, they will find that there are like five points between the eyebrows.

When he counted Zell again, it was after Wu Jin went to Kyoto.

Wu Jin shouldn't have noticed - he is a bookworm, he can't apply decals to the mirror, and I'm afraid it's very vague about what he looks like.

He had to hide from him.

Cheng Ting ran to the water pavilion, and Yin Nan squatted on the stone pillar outside the water pavilion, staring at Wu Jin intently, his face dazed.

She remembered that although Wu Jin was not a practitioner, she had an ape back and a bee waist, fire-colored iris shoulders, could pull a bow, and could ride a fast horse.

After a while, she watched Wu Jin shush at Mo Lingfeng's intact forehead, and finally found the place where Wu Jin was consistent with the past.

She rolled her eyes and jumped off the stone pillar, thinking, "What a fool with the surname Wu."