After transmigrating into Mozun Master, I betrayed [Transmigration Book]

Ji Ya was a little chilled by his own conjecture, he poured out the elixir in the medicine bottle, hesitated for a moment, then collected himself and swallowed it with his head up.

He didn't know how long this medicine would last. Assuming that Jun Xia took one before he wore it, it means that the medicine pill can last at least a month. There is only one left, maybe he only has two months left in his life.

Ji Ya took a self-deprecating breath, taking the elixir really cleared his mind, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to adjust his breath, but unfortunately Jun Xia's memory was too broken and irrelevant, he couldn't find anything useful at all, I don't know what's in my brain, and where the antidote comes from.

After several weeks of spiritual power running, the discomfort in his mind had completely disappeared. Ji Ya opened his eyes and found that the night was already dark. He got up and radiated his spiritual sense for a little sensing, but Lin Cangming hadn't returned yet.

Ji Ya boldly went out, thinking back to the few miracle doctors mentioned in the original book, the elder of the Yuxiao faction itself is no good, and the remaining head of the Fenglin faction is also proficient in medical skills, and they ran a trick in the original book to treat them Lin Cangming was seriously injured, and in the end only Nanjiang Huanhai Huaxie Palace and Youming Pavilion stood on the same front.

Although it is also possible to diverge thinking and not only set the target within the scope of the original work, but the outpatient service of the famous medical immortal in the realm of cultivation is expensive...he has no money.

"Money is not a problem, don't worry, Mo Fang." Ji Ya comforted himself with super psychological quality, knocked on Lu Ren's door late at night, and "borrowed" some money for urgent use.

He went down the mountain to find Xiang Xiao, the street was surprisingly quiet today, the old man was drawn by the figure under the lantern, when Ji Ya went back, he glanced to the east, there was a light spot passing over the scattered eaves, and a white line was drawn in his vision. As the sky rises higher, the brilliant golden and purple clusters of light explode with a bang at the end. The sound of fireworks seems to open the curtain of the night, and one after another fireworks shine in the sky, turning the darkness into warm and beautiful colors.

Ji Ya was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was not the Lantern Festival now, and just as he took a step to take a look, a seven or eight-year-old girl hurried over from the street corner and almost bumped into him.

"Hey, be careful, why don't you go home in the middle of the night?" Ji Ya helped her, squatted down and asked in concern.

Perhaps it was because Ji Ya's appearance was too deceptive, the little girl pursed her lips, turned her head and pointed in the direction she came from, and said crisply, "I'm sorry, I just came back from Chengdong Yinxiu's concert venue and wanted to go home, but Yanqiao There is a terrible person, and I want to take a detour."

Ji Ya secretly said that the people in southern Xinjiang are really wild, and their parents didn't come to pick them up. He asked softly: "What kind of terrible person, did you ever charge tolls?"

The little girl burst out laughing, and gestured: "He wears a mask and a cloak, and hangs his head on the railing. There is blood all over him, but he should not charge money, or he will get into trouble with the Law Enforcement Hall."

Ji Ya: "..." I didn't know which one was the point.

Ji Ya thought for a while, and said complicatedly: "I may know him, do you need me to take you across the bridge?"

"Well, thank you Uncle." The little girl didn't want to go too far, so she nodded in agreement.

Ji Ya was violently attacked by his uncle again, and silently led the little girl back.

He passed the corner of the street and saw the scene described by the little girl. A bloody head was hanging on the fence of the Yanqiao Bridge. Lin Cangming was sitting on a side step, shrouded in shadows motionless, staring at the brilliant night sky of fireworks like a ghost. sound.

Ji Ya walked to the side of the bridge, inexplicably thinking of himself in the past, he didn't dare to go to the square during the fireworks show, for fear that he would be caught in the stampede, so he could only squat on the roof of a building where no one was there to blow the air.

He coughed and asked, "Shall I leave you a door?"

It took a while after he finished asking, before Lin Cangming raised his head slowly, glanced at the little girl who was hiding behind Ji Ya, although she was frightened but still faintly curious, raised her hand and pointed behind her.

The little girl ran out and bowed to Lin Cangming. When she stepped up the steps, she tripped due to nervousness. Lin Cangming subconsciously reached out to help her, and clenched her fingertips tightly to prevent the blood on his hands from touching her.

Ji Ya raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and said after the little girl left: "I can't tell, you like children quite a bit, this girl has a bright future."

Lin Cangming stood up, his body swayed, his voice was very low, not obvious from the sound of fireworks: "Go back."

"Aren't you going to continue watching? Actually, I just came down the mountain and was about to pass." Ji Ya made up casually.

"You hang there too, so you can keep watching." Lin Cangming glanced at the head on the fence and threatened.

Ji Ya fell silent, and naturally went to help Lin Cangming, but Lin Cangming shook off him, wrapped his cloak tightly and walked slowly in front.

"What's wrong..." Ji Ya muttered in confusion, and followed Lin Cangming silently.

Lin Cangming walked a street, Ji Ya still kept a distance from him in a leisurely manner, he suddenly became irritable, and scolded Ji Ya in his heart for his lack of winks.

At the beginning of the month, there were only floating clouds. He wiped the dried blood on his hands with his cloak. It was the same on the second day of September seven years ago. The fan I bought has already fallen into a blood-red hell.

Ji Ya noticed that Lin Cangming's footsteps had slowed down, so he found a topic and asked, "Is it okay to put that head there? Do you need to put up a notice prohibiting touching... something like that."

Lin Cangming twitched the corner of his mouth rather speechlessly. Recently, he felt more and more that people from southern Xinjiang had a brain hole, and even Ji Ya, a dubious guy, was abnormal.

"That's the head of the Xu family who sneaked into southern Xinjiang and tried to steal the secrets of Youming Pavilion. No one would want to touch it." Lin Cangming glanced at Ji Ya from the corner of his eye.

Stealing secrets is actually not important. The important thing is that the head of the Xu family received a call for help before the Lin family was destroyed. When he arrived, he took advantage of the fire and robbed countless magic treasures and cheats. It took a year for this news, and it was finally discovered that Yan Shi just wanted to use his hands to eradicate the enemy.

"That's right, a bad old man, who cares about it." Ji Ya echoed, remembering the tragic battle in the original book where Lin Cang went to the Xu family in anger and killed the head of the Xu family. It's over.

But now the Patriarch of the Xu family died in southern Xinjiang... Tsk, didn't Lin Cangming lose a strong enemy.

Ji Ya felt a little sorry for Lin Cangming, he sacrificed his saber, touched Lin Cangming tentatively and said, "My lord, shall I take you home with the sword first?"

Lin Cangming was taken aback for a moment, his internal injury was not serious, these words lingered in his ears, and it suddenly overlapped with that of six years ago.

At that time, he came out of the secret realm and was hunted down by people. Jun Xia stood in front of him, his voice was cold and indifferent, but it made him trust like a demon, as if this person was his destined savior.

Now that I think about it, this kind of trust is strange and inexplicable, not to mention the savior. If he risked his life to resist, he would not be unable to escape, and it was not the only choice to go back to the Yuxiao faction with Jun Xia.

Seeing that Lin Cangming had no objection, Jiya took him back to the mountain with his arm and the sword, opened the door for Lin Cangming graciously, helped him sit down and poured tea, and said in his heart that since his performance was so good this time, Lin Cangming would probably not take him with him again. What kind of southern Xinjiang specialties should I eat?

Lin Cangming took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, washed the blood off his hands in the basin brought by Ji Ya, and when he saw that he was about to leave, he knocked on the table to stop him.

"Play the piano for me." Lin Cangming said suddenly.

Ji Ya was taken aback: "Huh? I don't know how to play."

"Waste, you don't even know how to play the piano, so what's the use of your hands." Lin Cangming's face darkened.

Ji Ya's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help slandering whether you have such a high level of musical literacy in Youming Pavilion. He saw that Lin Cangming's erratic mood today might really chop his hands, and his eyes fell on the magic weapon hanging on Lin Cangming's waist under the cloak. Like a flute, he stared at it desperately and said, "How about I blow a flute for you!"

He thought to himself that Lin Cangming would definitely not let him really play, after all, how could someone else get involved in playing an instrument, and the matter would be let alone.

Lin Cangming followed Ji Ya's gaze and glanced at himself—the short stick he was wearing, and he wrapped his cloak tightly in vigilance and disgust.

Ji Ya's brain twitched, and he quickly clarified: "I misunderstood, I misunderstood, my subordinate is a decent person."

"Either play the piano, or chop your hands, choose one." Lin Cangming pointed to the lyre he hung on the wall, and gave the order to die.

If it's really Lai Xiajun...he has watched Master play the piano countless times, and his habits cannot be covered up by himself.

Ji Ya took the piano down and put it on the table, recalled the placement method learned from the TV, and slowly moved one end out of the table.

Lin Cangming thought, it's too exaggerated.

Ji Ya's fingers were pressing on the strings. He only remembered playing two tigers with the piano from the toy store. He obviously didn't even understand Gongshang Jiao Zhengyu, but a vague impulse made his fingers pluck.

He played two tigers slowly and out of tune, like a tiger belching after eating.

Then Lin Cangming kicked him out with a palm.