The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

Jiang seemed to have a hunch. If he knew what the other two hexagrams were, he might be able to unlock the secret of Mother Duo's stirring up the wind and rain in the palace.

But she can't ask the elder about this matter.

She and A Jin knew about Mother Duo, but the elder didn't know that they knew.

The heart of defensiveness is indispensable. Jiang Si has a very complicated mood towards the elder. He has respect and gratitude, and he also needs defense.

She even wondered, maybe it's not so simple to be in a previous life.

"Ajin, do you know the three hexagrams left by the elder Wumiao?"

Yu Jin moved his eyebrows in surprise: "How would I know."

What's wrong with some danger?

"Don't know?" Jiang Si narrowed his eyes and looked at him with a smile.

Yu Jin was seen inexplicably, and the premonition of danger became stronger, and he smiled under the pressure: "Of course I don't know, this should be regarded as the top secret of Wu Miao."

"But you know that Wumiao has many secret techniques."

Yu Jin stagnated.

"You also know that Saint Asam is dead."

Yu Jin's throat started to itch and couldn't help but cough.

"You still have Asam's Saintess Order."

Yu Jin rubbed his face and grabbed Jiang Si's hand: "A Si, listen to me!"

Jiang Si bends the corners of his lips: "Okay."

Yu Jin was stunned.

Can you agree so easily?

Jiang Si pushed him and said, "You can explain!"

This idiot, giving him the opportunity to explain, is still in a daze, is it necessary to have her little scissors wait on him?

"I explain..." Yu Jin returned to his senses, and didn't know where to start, "This is a long story--"

Jiang Si rubbed his hands: "To make a long story short."

It is indeed a mistake not to carry small scissors with you.

"After I first came to southern Xinjiang, I was lost in the miasma forest once and accidentally saved Asang—"

Meeting Jiang's dark eyes, Yu Jin touched his nose, and said in a shame: "Well, I looked at a girl who looked like you from a distance in distress. I thought it was you and rushed over to save..."

Jiang Si raised his eyelids.

Ah Jin used the word "Flying" very well.

Glancing at Jiang Si, Yu Jin hurriedly said, "After the rescue, I will know that it is not you."

Jiang Si put his cheek in his hand, and became curious: "At the beginning, we were only one side fate, and I and Asang are so similar. How can you be sure that it is not me?"

Yu Jiner's roots were reddish, and he said, "I just know it anyway."

Of course he couldn't tell Asi. Although they met few times, she had appeared thousands of times in his dreams, especially as he got older, the dream became more profound.

How could the daughter-in-law who he identified as a mistake confessed.

"and after?"

Yu Jin was slightly startled, and then said: "After saving Asang, I thought there would be no intersection. I didn't expect that Elder Wu Miao showed great enthusiasm and sent someone to thank me. Then I will always receive them during the New Year. Gift. Once we were going to fight an ambush and needed to solve the troubles caused by the miasma. I went to Wumiao for help. The Great Elder helped without hesitation. Once we came and went, we became familiar..."

Looking at Jiang Si, he felt that he could go down and say: "More than three years ago, Alan, the maidservant of Saint Asang, suddenly came to me in a panic and said that the elder had an urgent matter and asked me to go there. I only found out when I rushed over. It turned out that something happened to Assan—"

"What happened to Asang?" Jiang Si asked, pursing his lips.

She didn't know the real cause of Assan's death.

Yu Jin frowned: "It doesn't look like being sick, but it's like—"

Seeing Yu Jin hesitating, Jiang Si asked, "Like what?"

"People who practice magical skills on the script have become crazy."

He was clearly talking about such a serious topic, but Jiang Si almost lost a smile, so she gently pressed her lips to stay calm.

Yu Jin was afraid that Jiang might not understand, and patiently explained: "Like us who practice martial arts, improper training may cause internal injuries, but the kind of disorder is in the story, and there is no such thing——"

Jiang Si smiled: "I just wonder when you read the notebook."

Yu Jin stagnated, and said: "Long Dan likes to watch it. I just saw it by chance and turned it over."

How could such a calm and wise man like him indulge in reading notebooks?

"Did Asang tell you anything before he died?" Jiang Si declined to comment on Yu Jin's behavior of throwing the pot to Long Dan and continued the previous topic.

Yu Jin's face turned straight: "Of course he wouldn't say anything to me, but gave me a saintly order. I thought that Wu Miao has so many miracles, and I will accept it when it may be useful in the future."

"The Saintess Order is indeed very useful. It's a pity that you just went back like this." Jiang Si murmured.

Yu Jin took the person into his arms, adapted to the strange young man's face, and said with a smile: "Thinking about taking you home, there is nothing to be a pity—"

Speaking of this, he remembered the attitude of Elder Wu Miao wishing that he would quickly lead the person away, and pulled the corner of his mouth in embarrassment.

Going aggressively to lead the people, made the determination to do a big job, but the other party can't wait to send him off, the gap is not enough for outsiders.

"A Jin, take a rest today, and we'll leave later tomorrow. I am with Lao Qin and Long Dan, and you take my second brother."

Jiang seems to have sneaked out, and it will be troublesome to return to Beijing together with Yu Jin if discovered.

Yu Jin had no objection, and forbeared, "Long Dan will be handed over to Long Dan in the future, there is no need to come in person."

Save a boy who drives a corpse today, and a boy on horseback tomorrow. There are so many young boys in the world, can you save it?

As a man who promises life-savers, he understands the dangers of saving people indiscriminately.

As for Patriarch Xue Miao, an old man with toad mouth and mung bean eyes, he didn't take it seriously at all, he was about to kill him anyway.

Jiang Si nodded, without exposing someone's careful eye.

If she hadn't saved some fool with a kind heart back then, maybe she wouldn't have the present.

By the end of the night, seeing that Jiang Si still had no plans to remove his disguise, Yu Jin couldn't help but reminded: "It's time to sleep."

Jiang Si gave Yu Jin a funny look: "Go to sleep."

"That...I'm not used to it..."

Although I knew it was Asi, there was a barrier against a boy's face.

Jiang Si patted his outstretched hand: "Sleep honestly. I always feel that it's not going so well, so be careful."

More than a dozen tribes headed by Wu Miao have their own means, and the smooth exit of the saint will change a certain situation that has formed in recent years. They have not been far away from Southern Xinjiang for a moment, so they can't take it lightly.

Yu Jin angrily responded.

Compared to safety, others can indeed be put away first.

Ahem, even though he doesn't think it needs to be released, he still listens to it—someone regrets putting away those thoughts.

Soon it was late at night, Wan Lai was quiet, it seemed that even the sound of the wind had stopped, only the swaying branches and leaves were shaking and casting shadows on the windows.

A black worm, like a small snake, squeezed in from the gap in the door quietly, and snaked towards the bed.