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

"I know who you are." Lin Cangming supported the mask, suppressing the weird sense of dislocation in his heart, his throat was dry and itchy.

He finally realized the feeling of those who were tortured by him, their brains seemed to be opened, and there was a continuous dull pain suddenly, this was because he had reservations about his attack.

But he only thought of a short fragment and reached the limit. If he had met Ji Xiajun before... Was Jixia Jun such a vivid person?

"Master, drink water." Ji Ya breathed a sigh of relief, cleaned up the sawdust on the table, and poured a glass of water for Lin Cangming, "Are you having a nightmare? As expected of the young master, dreams are a little more terrifying than others."

Lin Cangming took the porcelain cup, and suddenly grabbed Ji Ya's sleeve with his hands. He recalled his impatient gesture of waving that person away, and pushed Ji Ya away again.

Ji Ya thought what was wrong with Lin Cangming, he took two steps back to stand firm, and tried to pass a wild strawberry over: "You eat first, I'm going to sleep?"

"Where were you ten years ago?" Lin Cangming took the fruit casually, twirling it flexibly between his fingers, ignoring Ji Ya's resignation and asked unresponsively, "Answer me."

He estimated the age in his memory, chose an approximate time, and looked sharply.

Ji Ya was silent for a while, then rubbed his palms in distress: "I have been to many places, and I didn't remember them deliberately, probably near Linyu City."

Linyu City is not far from Qizhou, Lin Cangming immediately asked: "Then why haven't you been to Qizhou?"

"Qizhou is the main city of Youming Pavilion. The consumption is too high and there is no money." Ji Ya just used a panacea excuse, tilting his head in confusion, "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Have you ever seen the sea?" Lin Cangming's tone gradually calmed down. "The sky is clear and vast, and the sea is like another sky reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. There are waves and cascading winds rippling between the sky and the earth... You saw a person there."

Ji Ya twitched the corners of his mouth, and wanted to deny that he hadn't seen it, whether it was in the past or in the southern border of cultivation, he had never seen the sea.

But it is unbelievable that, following Lin Cangming's deep and slow description, he seemed to be in that boundless space, picking someone up from the sea.

"I... I don't know." Ji Ya sat down in confusion, pressed his thumbs on his temples, and joked in a relaxed manner, "Ha, didn't we meet by chance in the past?"

"Maybe." Lin Cangming hummed ambiguously, he suddenly became happy, and raised his hands at Ji Ya, "Go and rest, and set off as soon as possible tomorrow."

Ji Ya was cross-examined for no reason, and the questioner himself opened up, leaving him vigilant and annoyed to try his best to remember.

"Then I'll go first." Ji Ya said as he was about to go out.

"You sleep over there." Lin Cangming put down the curtain with a flick of his sleeves, pointed at the soft bed beside the table, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a neat arc.

Ji Ya took a deep breath, wondering: "Young Master Yan wants to meditate and practice, so he can't live in the tent."

"My orders have nothing to do with others." Lin Cangming became domineering again, "If you leave this tent, you will disobey orders."

Ji Ya: "...I love killing people in my dreams."

"The firecracker can cure all diseases." Lin Cangming smiled, bent his legs, and turned off the spar lamp directly.

Ji Ya's eyes darkened, and the distance between Lin Cangming and Lin Cangming seemed to be getting closer. He slowly nestled on the soft bed, lay down with his clothes on and closed his eyes. There was only a narrow tent with a low table in the middle, and the rubbing sound of Lin Cangming taking off his cloak was close at hand.

After a while, Lin Cangming got up and left.

Ji Ya opened one eye, and there was a beating flame from the gap in the curtain. The heart-pounding Lin Cangming was no longer in the tent. He lay down peacefully and put aside distracting thoughts. He wanted to sleep until tomorrow morning, but it didn't take long. Lin Cangming back again.

He closed his eyes skillfully, and Lin Cangming went around the low table and sat on the floor on the soft edge, leaning against the edge to wipe the dripping hair slowly.

"Stop pretending." Lin Cangming held a towel to expose Ji Ya's ridicule, "Your breath is messed up."

Ji Ya had no choice but to sit up, thought for a while, and asked not to be outdone, "You don't need to dry it with magic, do you want me to wipe it off for you?"

"Yeah." Lin Cangming naturally returned the towel and handed it over.

After Ji Ya finished speaking, he felt guilty, and carefully lifted Lin Cangming's long hair in front of him, the wet touch made him unable to concentrate, and randomly searched for topics: "...By the way, what do you think of the Yuxiao faction? "

"The righteous way of hypocrisy." Lin Cangming lowered his eyebrows, "Why mention it?"

"I also feel the same way. Daoist Jiahong has different appearances. It is said that he was expelled from the Zixu Immortal Sect for violating the sect rules in his early years. The city was also included in the jurisdiction of Zixu, and the disciples were despised and oppressed by Zixu. Daoist Jiahong didn't want to change, and he was really not worthy of being the master of the sect. Master Yan intends to take this opportunity to change Yuxiao's blood. I think we You might as well keep your hands for a while and sit back and watch the struggle within the realm of cultivation." Ji Ya said steadily, rubbing his fingers against Lin Cangming's slightly warm back of the neck, and raised his hand like an electric shock, with a few strands of slightly damp hair between his fingers.

Lin Cangming lowered his head, and Ji Ya said happily when he saw this, "You agree? Then let me tell you..."

"It hurts me." Lin Cangming interrupted him, grabbed his hair back and turned his head to look at Ji Ya, "You are too negligent of your duty as a maid."

Ji Ya's eyes wandered, Lin Cangming's displeased complaints echoed in his mind, his ears seemed to be rubbed hot red by his voice, he moved back awkwardly, leaned against the edge of the tent, and coughed dryly: "I'm not a maid, Just make it up... do you usually have maids to help you wash up? Your style is corrupt!"

"Think too much." Lin Cangming sat on the edge of the bed, leaned lazily on the soft pillow, glared at him, and patted his side to let him continue, regardless of whether Ji Ya understood or not.

Ji Ya rubbed his ears unobtrusively, staring at Lin Cangming's relaxed fingertips uncontrollably emerged to warm the bed words, quickly shook his head to wake himself up, and said solemnly: "Young Master Yan has a detailed work in the Yuxiao School, he Familiar with Yuxiao swordsmanship, our plan remains the same, but we just need to be careful not to leave any traces of our Netherworld Pavilion when we make a move. The fatal injury of Patriarch Yan will be Yuxiao swordsmanship. The evidence of denial has nothing to do with us."

Lin Cangming pondered over this proposal, and had a deeper understanding of Yan Yucheng's cunning, but it was Ji Ya who really surprised him. He even worried that if Ji Ya regained his memory, he would regret framing the Yuxiao faction.

He has no nostalgia for the Yuxiao sect. Master Jiahong and those disciples who bullied him in his sect are enough to consume all his feelings for Yuxiao. As a rudder, he surrendered to him easily regardless of his fellowship, and hunted down Jun Xia under the guise of righteousness.

But no matter how difficult Jixia-Jun is to him, he is strict and fair to other disciples, and the person who is least qualified to criticize Jixia-Jun is Master Jiahong.

If Yan Yucheng could kill Master Jiahong, he would be happy to see dog eat dog.

"Have you overlooked something?" Lin Cangming's tone was cold and alert to Ji Ya, "What Yan Yucheng used to blame Yu Xiao was not a certain item, nor was it a subordinate who could be sacrificed at will, but his biological father, even those who were called Cultivators who have no use for relatives and relatives on the vast path of cultivation can't do such cruel and immoral things as killing their parents."

"Do you think Yan Yucheng is cheating?" Ji Ya thought for a while, he had no father or mother since he was a child, and he had never been close to anyone. Every time he thought about the concept of family affection, he felt empty, as if he was alone in a longer time One person cannot understand the deep feelings engraved in the blood.

"Unless he can convince me, in his eyes, his father is nothing compared to power and interests." Lin Cangming said coldly, "I don't want the Netherworld Pavilion to be used by him, and then sing a joke about Nanjiang's secret manipulation The wind direction of the realm of cultivation."

"Okay, whether to cooperate with Yan Yucheng or not, we can decide tomorrow night." Ji Ya stretched out the thin quilt to put an end to this serious topic, and reminded Lin Cangming to go down with a gesture of covering the quilt.

Lin Cangming immediately moved a pair of slender legs to the edge of the slack, occupying one-third of the width of the slack, with one hand resting on the forehead and tilting his head to see Ji Ya.

At this moment, Ji Ya only hated himself for being too sensitive, he could tell whether the eyes behind the mask were open or closed, and just as he was about to say either the master will go down or I will withdraw, Lin Cangming reached out and pulled out the Wanyu blunderbuss, and put it in the middle.

The meaning of the threat is self-evident, and Ji Ya is suffering so much in his heart, he turns over to face the wall aggrieved, he wants to stretch out his hand to pull away Lin Cangming's hair under his body, and also wants to loosen his neckline which is still tightly covered, sleep, wear so much what to do.

With a deep sigh, he put his hands into his sleeves, acquiescing to a sleepless night.

Lin Cangming caressed the word "late rain on the firecracker", he stared at Ji Ya's exposed shoulder and neck, and then covered him tightly with the quilt.

If they had met before Lai Xiajun was not his master... What was the relationship between them at that time?

This night was said to be a rest, neither of the two of them fell asleep completely, Lin Cangming simply started practicing in the middle of the night, and Ji Ya secretly wondered if he should work hard, and then felt lonely and widowed. The meditation picture was a bit unsatisfactory, so I had to continue to close my eyes and think wildly, and went out to wash my face at dawn.

According to estimates, we will be able to go deep into the hinterland of Muling Mountain tonight. Yan Yucheng danced a sword flower refreshedly. Ji Ya greeted him. Before receiving Lin Cangming's cold stare, he quickly retreated and hid behind a tree in a timely manner. .

Yan Yucheng didn't know where Lin Cangming's hostility came from, and he had doubts about whether Ji Ya could get Lin Cangming to agree to cooperate. After chasing Lin Cangming's crows for a day as usual, everyone found a place to set up a campfire.

Jiya dragged Yan Yucheng to the front of the bonfire amidst Yan Yucheng's embarrassed but polite smile, reached out his hand to gesture to Lin Cangming who was sitting upright, introduced the current progress of the plan to him, and then urged: "Come on, Young Master Yan, I'm missing you now." Make a decision."

After he finished speaking, he sat next to Lin Cangming, as if please start your performance, which made Yan Yucheng feel like he was being tricked.

"Can I ask why the young master is so hostile to me?" Yan Yucheng asked after pondering for a while, clasping his hands.

"It's just not pleasing to the eye, do you need a reason?" Lin Cangming asked bluntly.

Yan Yucheng's expression froze, and Ji Ya next to him winked at him, not knowing what it meant.

Lin Cangming has tried his best to be objective. In his previous life, after the death of Lord Jixia, he asked Yan Yucheng why he didn't like him, but he saw Yan Yucheng kneeling humbly in front of the head of the Yan family who had just left the customs, and told the head of the family that Lin Cangming was just a tool of the Yan family. With him, the Yan family can deal with the Xu family and Yu Xiao.

Yan Yucheng has never treated him like a brother as he said, and his revenge was stained with the blood of many innocent people. Before he left, Yan Yucheng's sentence "When the time comes, let him be used by his father" is now understandable .

His eyes and ears are the eyes and ears of the Yan family, and his enemies are the enemies of the Yan family. When he is useless, the owner of the family plans to use him to refine medicine.

"Continue, Young Master Yan can make the Pavilion Master let you go back, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to see your brilliant tongue."

Lin Cangming threw a broken twig into the fire, sparking a few clusters of sparks, remembering the dark and unclear hatred in his eyes in his previous life, Ji Ya touched his arm, and stuffed another piece of vine melon into his hand.

Yan Yucheng saw Ji Ya making an exaggerated mouth shape, and after he figured it out, the warm smile he kept at all times gradually faded away, turning into hidden anger, and the gentle eyebrows and eyes seemed to bury endless anger. Under the firelight, it was dark and prey.

Both Ji Ya and Lin Cangming were taken aback, Ji Ya secretly said that the acting skills are good, and quickly picked up the melon.

Yan Yucheng raised his hand and tore off his waistband, Lin Cangming held down the mask, Ji Ya was startled again, so frightened that he fell off, he grabbed Lin Cangming's cloak to cover his eyes and shouted: "You just say what you want to say, why are you still playing hooligans! "

Yan Yucheng: "..."

Yan Yucheng shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

Lin Cangming snatched back his cloak, and saw Yan Yucheng turned around to reveal a scarred back, wounds from whips, knife wounds, and countless old and new scars interlaced, crawling all over his body like ugly worms.

"I'm not Yan Jianzhang's biological son." Yan Yucheng gritted his teeth and said in a calm tone.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angels for their blessings these days, everyone is so cute!I have time to make up the changes in the past two days, hug the little angels (づ￣3￣)づ╭