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

"Allow you." Lin Cangming agreed generously.

"Eight years ago, I went to the Eastern Cloud Mirror Sea to search for refining materials, and I alarmed the guardian spirit beast in the sea. During the fierce battle, the spirit beast bit off my right arm. After I escaped from the Cloud Mirror Sea, I was seriously injured. Chenghaiyao Inn was recuperating, and happened to be next to the senior puppet master in the same inn. He saw that I was inconvenient with one hand, so he offered to put on a Yanjia arm for me." Yan Yufei rubbed her right hand, "I asked him for the reward, but the senior said I just want to find an answer, and I don’t need to pay for it.”

Lin Cangming silently wrote down the location in Yan Yufei's words, so detailed that he could definitely verify it: "What answer does he want?"

"He asked me, what is a perfect person?" Yan Yufei repeated, frowning slightly, as if she still doesn't understand this question even today.

"There is no perfect person in this world." Ji Ya interjected.

"No, he didn't mean that." Yan Yufei shook her head, "I answered him that way at the time, but he seemed to be pursuing something more complicated and unspeakable, which made him very confused, and even reached the edge of madness. He failed to find the answer from me if he didn't forcefully suppress the cultivation base of the Mahayana stage, but he still took the arm for me."

Ji Ya and Lin Cangming looked at each other, but they couldn't comprehend what this mysterious and mysterious perfect person was. Ji Ya was even more surprised. When meeting the puppet master at the Zongsheng Pagoda, the puppet master kept saying that he wanted the most perfect Yanjia.

Could it be that he found an answer later?

"Senior puppet master doesn't have any airs of innate superiority, and his conversation is humorous and kind. During the run-in with Yan Jia's arm, we chatted a lot about gossip. I also asked him where the cave was. I wanted him to visit a few days ago to thank him, but he only said I’m from Nanjiang, so I’ll see you by fate.” Yan Yufei said, “Later, he was about to leave, so I sent him to Xuanzhou Wharf, and when I saw that his boat ticket was to Hancheng, I didn’t have his contact information. Never saw him again."

Hancheng, eight years ago.

Lin Cangming captured these two main points. The deciphered jade slips contained records of the puppet master visiting Lin's mansion, and what Yan Yufei said probably matched the jade slips.

The puppet master left from Xiangyu City in the East, and went to Lin's house in Hancheng to visit him who was seriously injured and dying. Although he didn't remember it, Yan Yufei's words proved it again.

Could it be that the puppet master and the Lin family really have friendship, and they once gave up and recited grass, so why did they slaughter the Lin family again?Lin Cangming couldn't think of an explanation, so he glanced at Ji Ya, who was also thoughtful.

"The puppet master said why he went to Xiangyu City? Where did he come from?" Lin Cangming asked.

"Come from southern Xinjiang, I heard that I came here to relax at the suggestion of a friend." Yan Yufei recalled, "I don't know the details. If you want to inquire, you might as well go to the inn to find the records."

"Do you still remember the puppet master's appearance?" Lin Cangming asked again.

"Remember." Yan Yufei said honestly.

"Draw it." Lin Cangming turned over his palm and took out the drawing paper, intending to pass it to Yan Yufei.

Yan Yufei blushed: "I'm not good at painting."

Lin Cangming was silent for a moment, and the next best thing was to say, "I only want to be similar in shape, and I don't need to have a spirit."

"...I can't draw!" Yan Yufei flicked her sleeves angrily and raised her voice.

Lin Cangming fell into a blind spot, and was shocked at the moment that there were still children from aristocratic families who were not modest and really couldn't draw.

Ji Ya patted Yan Yucheng, and Yan Yucheng testified: "The elder sister is indeed not good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, so don't force her."

Yan Yufei felt a little ashamed, she didn't have any literary talent, she closed her eyes and said coldly: "I've finished what I can say, even if you make things difficult for others, I can't draw."

"My lord, just draw the face of the puppet master Yanjia so that Miss Yan can identify it." Ji Ya coughed and suggested, "Han ink Danqing is not everyone's favorite, it doesn't matter if it doesn't, and I won't either. Well."

Lin Cangming glanced at the two of them with illiterate eyes, spread a piece of drawing paper in the air to freeze, and picked up a pen to silently write the appearance of the Yanjia puppets left by the puppet masters in the Zongsheng Pagoda.

Ji Ya leaned over to watch Lin Cangming brush his brushes on the spot. His paintings and calligraphy are somewhat similar, the strokes are decisive and precise, and a small brush brush can be swayed freely. It is probably a magic weapon for refining, and it can be used without a set of inkstones.

Looking at Ji Ya, he found that Lin Cangming was a bit obsessive-compulsive. When he felt that it was almost the same, Lin Cangming insisted on digging out the details, adding a little shadow here and leaving a highlight, so that the real painting has both form and spirit. The last expression of the puppet master is vivid on the paper.

"How." Lin Cangming finally paused the tip of his pen, looked up at Ji Ya, unconsciously wishing to be praised by him.

Ji Ya suddenly had the urge to laugh, and praised: "Madam, Qiang."

Lin Cangming slightly tilted his head, not quite understanding.

There was a different kind of touch in Ji Ya's heart, and he laughed out loud under Lin Cangming's bewilderment, and then blew proficiently: "I seriously praise, the master's skills are lifelike and superb. In addition to Han Chuang's profound skills, he can It makes people feel the painter's truth-seeking spirit and sincere love for painting!"

Lin Cangming: "..." I don't love it that much.

He couldn't tell what it was like to be praised by this amnesiac master, and he probably couldn't explain it in words. He turned the drawing paper and said to Yan Yufei, "Is the puppet master you've seen similar to this person?"

Yan Yufei was still estimating the relationship between Ji Ya and Lin Cangming, after hearing the words, she took a closer look, nodded and said: "It is indeed this person, but the senior puppet master is not the same as the person in this painting, the senior is not like the person in the painting... . . . defiantly.”

"You're an expert in the Mahayana period, maybe your mood changed later." Ji Ya guessed.

"Is there still a problem?" Yan Yufei asked.

Lin Cangming waved his hand and released Yan Yufei's spiritual shackles, and threw her a bottle of elixir: "Since it is a fair death formula, take this medicine, and I will accept the challenge when you recover from injury."

Yan Yufei was a little surprised. She looked at the label while holding the medicine bottle, and said after a while, "I won't thank you, and I must not be your opponent."

"Miss Yan is self-aware." Lin Cangming smiled.

"No matter what kind of person my father is, he is always my father, and revenge must be taken." Yan Yufei took a deep breath, poured out a pill and swallowed it calmly.

Yan Yucheng's expression was shaken, and he wanted to dissuade him, but Yan Yufei raised his hand to stop him, and said with a wry smile: "Father, I'm sorry for you, and I also apologize to you, and I have no face to persuade you to forgive, if you still recognize me as a sister, I hope you will be sincere and strict in the future." Master's plan, let go of the past, and don't pay attention to the demons on the way of practice."

"Elder Sister." Yan Yucheng stood up tremblingly, leaning on the tree, turned to Ji Ya and bowed his head to beg, "Don't kill her, Mr. Ji, I promise you."

Lin Cangming glanced at Ji Ya vigilantly: "When did you make the request?"

Ji Yaxin said that Yan Yucheng was smart, and he had seen all the hints when he was about to leave just now, so he didn't pretend to be stupid now that he was in a hurry.

"No way, I've been following you and never said anything." Ji Ya spread his hands and pretended to be confused.

"You'd better be honest." Lin Cangming snorted coldly, "Miss Yan, please use your sword."

Yan Yufei picked up the saber, her eyes flashed, and finally she said to Yan Yucheng, "I don't want to watch Yan's tragedy again. After I die, bury me outside Yan's, little brother, so I can do it myself."

Yan Yucheng breathed out desperately, but saw Ji Ya take a step back, and nodded his head invisibly. He hesitated for a moment whether to go forward, his chest was full of blood, and he coughed again while supporting the tree. Yan Yufei raised his sword on his toes and floated into the air , his eyes followed Yan Yufei, but saw that she suddenly fell from the air just before she swung her sword energy, fell to the ground and passed out.

"What's going on?" Yan Yucheng was stunned.

"The medicine I gave her should not use spiritual power for an hour, otherwise there will be some minor side effects." Lin Cangming calmly walked to Yan Yufei's side and explained, a cluster of blue and purple flames ignited on his fingertips, danced around between his five fingers, and was caught He gently pressed Yan Yufei's eyebrows.

"My lord will help you erase Miss Yan's memory, she won't remember that you killed Yan Jianzhang." Ji Ya said with a wink.

Yan Yucheng suddenly felt cheated, this was obviously planned from the beginning, his promise was really superfluous.

Lin Cangming closed his eyes and carefully manipulated the magic flame: "I can only erase her memory of this day, and you can just fool her when she wakes up."

"The lord is so kind, how could you embarrass our partners? You should have trusted us from the beginning." Ji Ya said confidently.

Yan Yucheng: "..."

Yan Yucheng felt extremely tired at this moment, and even wanted a brainwashing privilege.

Ji Ya, taking advantage of Lin Cangming's concentration on the technique, mouthed Yan Yucheng, forcibly grabbed his hand, and quickly wrote a few words into the palm of his hand.

Yan Yucheng read it carefully, probably it is a magic weapon to decipher the ciphertext of the jade slip. It is not too difficult to get a general one, but it is necessary to contact the masters of the refining technique or the black market in advance.

If Lin Cangming felt something, he turned his head, Ji Ya looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back, and hummed a few tunes to show his innocence.

Yan Yucheng thought about it for a while, intending to write a few words on Ji Ya's hand to express this request. It would take time, but Ji Ya hid for a while and refused to reach out. Instead, he handed him a sound transmission talisman, and said silently, "Next time."

"Ji Ya, let's go." Lin Cangming finished the operation and called Ji Ya to leave.

"Master Yan, the wound medicine just now is real, take it easy." Ji Ya bid farewell to Yan Yucheng.

"There will be no date in the future." Yan Yucheng said with a fake smile.

"It's a blessing in disguise." Ji Ya chased after Lin Cangming and said with emotion, "I lost my hand this time, and I even got a clue about the puppet master."

"Then I should praise you?" Lin Cangming mocked coolly.

"It's not necessary." Ji Ya stroked his hair and smiled, "Shall we go to Xiangyu City next?"

"Wait, wait and see." Lin Cangming said calmly.

Xiangyu City is located on the eastern coast of the Cultivation Realm. It is the famous main city under the jurisdiction of the Chonghua Immortal Sect among the Four Great Immortal Sects. Access to the Cultivation Realm is required for entry and exit, which is not as loose as Shanhe Town.

Lin Cangming didn't want to go to Xiangyu City first, he released a group of crows to take Ji Ya back to the town, thinking that he would go back to Lin's house in Hancheng first, and maybe he could find clues to the puppet master's identity.

All the valuables of the Lin family were looted, and there were still many hidden compartments in the old mansion that was dying under the fire. The mansion is still in the seal barrier of the local Law Enforcement Hall. No one dares to buy it. It is tragic and lonely. Standing in the middle of the bustling city.

Lin Cangming had seen it from afar in his previous life, but he never had the courage to go in again, to hear the sound of arrows piercing the flesh again, and to be surrounded by the smoky red fire.

But now he has a thought, he wants to take Ji Ya back.

The best restaurant and inn in Shanhe Town had already been taken over by the Yan family, so Lin Cangming could only find a similar one, knock on the door and go in to wake up the sleeping mistress, and asked for two rooms.

This inn is really mediocre, it doesn't even have a bathroom, so you can only use the clean dust formula to deal with it, and the mattress also smells damp and musty. The door probe came over.

"The environment in my room is too bad. There are cockroaches under the bed. I must complain to him!" Ji Ya complained angrily.

Lin Cangming hesitated to speak while watching Ji Ya push the table away, thinking that you are setting up a tent in the room, so why spend money to stay in the hotel.

"Sleeping together? I'm completely used to it." Ji Ya got into the tent and lifted the curtain to invite Lin Cangming with a smile.

Lin Cangming was squeezed into a corner by the tent, he let out his breath slowly, gave up meditating, and followed into the tent.

Turn off the spar lamp and there is no bonfire, the tent is so dark that you can't see your fingers, and the space becomes cramped like an illusion.

Ji Ya lay with his arms on his pillow for a while, cleared his throat in the silence, and asked casually, "Master, how old are you this year?"

Lin Cangming was used to being poisoned by Ji Ya's astonishing words, and he really pondered over the question of how old he was for a while. His ears were inexplicably hot from thinking about it, and he said seriously: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

"I'm just asking about my age, why are you blushing." Ji Ya straightened up and his eyes sparkled.

"Don't ask about your age!" Lin Cangming said angrily.

"Okay, okay, a man's age is a secret." Ji Ya obediently changed the subject, sat up and took off his hair tie, untied his belt, took off his coat, and threw the scattered clothes on the ground through Lin Cangming.

"You...forget it." Lin Cangming pushed himself off the edge of the bed, and lay back down again giving up.

Ji Ya took a few glances at Lin Cangming who deliberately turned his face away, a little disappointed, yawned and put his arms under the pillow, next to Lin Cangming, he said vaguely: "I'm asleep, call me tomorrow morning."

Lin Cangming was still covering his cloak, he regretted lying here a bit, and felt that leaving now seemed inexplicable.

He moved his arm, but the cloak was held down by Ji Ya's hand. He breathed stiffly for a while, looked sideways at Ji Ya, and gathered his spiritual consciousness in the darkness. Defenseless shoulders.

Lin Cangming stared at him for a while, trying to cover Ji Ya with a quilt, but Ji Ya stretched out his hand and threw his whole arm on him arrogantly.

This is probably really fast asleep.Lin Cangming thought with a stomach ache, the last two nights when Ji Ya was motionless like a dead body, he hadn't experienced Ji Ya's killing in a dream yet.

He reached out his hand from under the cloak extremely slightly, pulled the thin quilt to cover Ji Ya's neck, brushed his fingers over the warm and dry skin, frowned unconsciously, his eyes flickered, he felt guilty and satisfied in ambivalence.

The next morning, when Ji Ya woke up, his nose felt itchy, he lowered his head and covered his face and sneezed.

An unhappy reproach came from beside the pillow: "Don't stain my cloak."

Hearing this voice, Ji Ya suddenly woke up, only to realize that he almost pushed Lin Cangming to the ground, next to his head was the fur collar of Lin Cangming's cloak, the light from the tent was bright, obviously it was late.

"I seem to have overslept." Ji Ya rubbed his eyes and moved in, Lin Cangming was lying on the soft edge, drawing the cloud map projected by the jade slip with one hand, still wearing a mask, but his long hair was loose and drooping Collapsing, looking a little slack.

"It's okay, nothing to do today." Lin Cangming pulled down his cloak to cover his collar, and said in a calm voice, "Yan Yucheng moved very quickly. In a few days, Master Jiahong will be on the cusp."

Ji Ya also took out his own jade slip from under the pillow, indulged in the relaxation of playing with his mobile phone after waking up, leaned towards Lin Cangming sideways, and leaned on the pillow to read the content of his cloud map.

"Be a little self-conscious, carefully read the secrets of the Nether Pavilion, I will goug your eyes." Lin Cangming pushed Yuntu with his fingertips, not taking it seriously.

"There is no secret. I saw you watching Yan Yucheng denounce the Yuxiao faction for being despicable and shameless. Give it to me." Ji Ya grabbed Lin Cangming's finger, the angle of Yuntu was a little crooked, and he simply pressed Lin Cangming's shoulder Looking over, he saw Yan Yucheng's call to action.

I don’t mention the wording of the flowers in the pen, but Ji Ya refined a general idea with a glance and ten lines. Yan Yucheng accused Master Jiahong of Yan Jianzhang’s death according to the plan, took out the token of Jun Xia, and asked a coordinator overnight to confirm that the sword wound on the corpse was caused by Yuxiao’s swordsmanship It is an unforgivable crime for real Jiahong to seize the Ningxianlu that Yan Jianzhang found in Muling Mountain.

"Yan Yucheng has some ideas. Instead of directly attacking Jixia Jun with the token of Jixia Jun, he said that Master Jiahong instructed him, and Jun Jixia had disappeared. It’s a dumb thing to silence you last time, and now it’s announced that Jixia Jun has not retreated but has disappeared, and the public will not believe it.” Ji Ya said while wanting to flip through the cloud map again, and only remembered this when he came across the light screen. It needs spiritual knowledge to match, he can't use Lin Cangming's jade slip.

"Finished?" Lin Cangming reminded coolly, "How long do you plan to lie down?"

Ji Ya raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips and quietly moved his elbows away, turned over and lay back, he seemed to be getting a little too far.

Lin Cangming rubbed his shoulders and was a little distracted: "This is a big matter. Now that the realm of cultivation has been peaceful for hundreds of years, the days of going to war if there is a disagreement have passed. The law enforcement courts in various places can't try the case, and the Xianmen Tribunal has to come out. This time difference is enough for Yan Yucheng to pull Daoist Jiahong to step down, and the situation will be settled by then, and the Tribunal may not bother to investigate carefully."

Ji Ya fiddled with the jade slips and thought deeply: "Who is willing to work if you can idle away."

"You dare to say that you are fishing in troubled waters in front of the Lord." Lin Cangming warned solemnly.

"I'm talking about the realm of self-cultivation. All of us in southern Xinjiang are dedicated to their duties. We don't want to think about what the organization will give you, but what you have done for the organization!" Ji Ya immediately stewed a pot of chicken soup.

Lin Cangming couldn't hold it back, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up. He pushed the mask, shook a hanging boat ticket for two days later, and then turned it off.

"Accompany me to Hancheng." Lin Cangming said softly.

Ji Ya took a slight breath, and agreed calmly: "Okay."

The author has something to say: Go home and meet your parents...?

(no parents anymore

Yan Yucheng: Go for hot search and buy, go for marketing account, go for recruiting by trolls! (What kind of devil repair is this?