Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

As soon as he entered the border of Chu Wen State, Wen Jiu heard the sound of cavalry galloping towards him, followed by the Zhou State's guard army. The leader of the guard army was Mo Cheng.

"Your Highness Thirteenth Prince, people from your country are here to pick you up." After Mo Cheng said this, he kicked his horse's belly and headed towards the mighty Chu Wen Kingdom welcoming team.

Wen Jiu opened the car window, raised his hand to lift the curtain and tilted his head to look outside. The weather had not been very good in the past few days. The cold wind was whistling outside the car, and the biting coldness entered the car through the carriage.

"I say, little nephew, your return is a reward for all the hardships. From now on, I, your uncle, will follow you." Sitting opposite Wen Jiu was a middle-aged man with messy hair and rather vulgar behavior. When he looked out with his hands in his pockets, his vulgarity made Wen Jiu frown in disgust.

"Are you really that old man's junior fellow apprentice? I see that your temperaments are completely different and don't match." Wen Jiu lowered the curtains and closed the car windows. The cold air in the car dissipated with the heat from the small stove on the table.

"I, Feng Tianmo, swear to heaven, if I have ever lied to you, I will be struck by lightning and die a miserable death!" When Feng Tian heard Wen Jiu's question, he immediately raised his hand and began to swear.

Wen Jiu chuckled and picked up the military strategy book to continue reading: "Come on, stop pretending. Just believe in the oath of being struck by lightning."

"Little nephew, you must believe in your uncle's loyalty to you! Your uncle, the divine fortune teller in our valley, has calculated that staying by your side will guarantee me wealth, honor, high position and generous salary... ahem, you must believe in my uncle's trust in you."

"Ha!" Wen Jiu was speechless. He found that Qiao Shinian was right. People would really laugh when they were speechless.

Seeing that Jianwen Jiu ignored him, Feng Tianmo quickly said, "Although we live in a broken valley, it is not really broken. You don't know how powerful your master was, but it's a pity that he died too early.

Look at my junior brother, he has learned nothing but accepted an apprentice. If you have a chance to meet the people in our Pogu, I, your uncle, will be by your side and be your advisor. That is more than enough.

Also, your Third Uncle is a famous doctor. Difficult and complicated diseases are nothing but minor illnesses to him. He can cure them with just a flick of his finger. And your Fifth Uncle, who is obsessed with martial arts, has unparalleled magical skills."

"Oh, can Third Uncle give a heart transplant to a living person? Or perform a craniotomy?" Wen Jiu put down the book and looked expressionlessly at this wretched uncle who had been making noises all the way.

Feng Tianmo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head silently.

"Can the Fifth Uncle, who has extraordinary skills, fly into the sky and hide in the ground?" Wen Jiu asked again.

Feng Tianmo was silent again.

Wen Jiu finally smiled and asked viciously: "As for you, you said you would be my military advisor and give me advice... Well, this is what I am looking at now, how can you give me advice?!"

Feng Tianmo fell silent again. He lowered his head and muttered, "We are not gods. I admit that I exaggerated a little bit just now. You can't use the things that the goddess gave you to embarrass us."

"You've been waiting there for me for a month. You might as well be honest. Cooperation can only be achieved when the interests of both parties are aligned. Your real purpose in hiding this is to hide the truth. Do you think I will keep you around? Seeing that you are really my uncle, I am kind enough to give you a ride to prevent you from freezing to death in the wild.

You say, my nephew is quite loyal, right? "

“Enough, enough, enough.” Feng Tianmo stared at Wen Jiu with a smile on his face: “Your master and I were originally good partners, but that old man ran fast and died fast.”

"It's quite useless. It feels mysterious, but in the end you still die like that." Wen Jiu picked up the book again and replied.

The ingratiating smile that Feng Tianmo had just put on his head immediately disappeared. He looked at the moody little nephew in front of him, and his heart was a little apprehensive. He seriously suspected that the divine fortune teller had made a mistake.

"Well...well, I heard...I heard that the goddess is right beside you, so I came down the mountain this time to meet the legendary goddess." Feng Tianmo stuttered as he stated his purpose. He was not stupid. How could a prince who was sent as a hostage be important?

But that's not important now. What's important is that this poor nephew really has the help of the goddess. If he can assist him, there will be another opportunity in the future.

The second brother's reputation as a fortune teller is not just talk, he really makes accurate predictions.

After he has found a foothold with his nephew, the others can go down the mountain.

In this chaotic world, if you want to expand the influence of the mountain sect, you cannot do it by yourself, you still have to make use of the people of the royal family.

"Oh, you want to see the goddess. Wait, she will be here in a few days." After Wen Jiu said this, he stopped talking to Feng Tianmo.

Feng Tianmo approached Wen Jiu with a smile, wanting to look at the legendary book about the divine world with Wen Jiu. However, when he saw the simplified Chinese characters on it, he blinked and wanted to speak, but he saw that Wen Jiu was holding the book in one hand and the other hand was already grasping the dagger at his waist.

He wisely shut up, smiled and went to eat the tangerine peel candy on the table.

"Your Highness, from today on, we will escort you to Beijing!" A loud and serious voice came from outside the carriage.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Wen Jiu responded, thought for a moment and said, "Go at full speed. I haven't seen my father for many years, and I miss him very much."

"Follow the order."

Just as Feng Tianmo reached out his hand again, the carriage moved forward rapidly, and he lost his balance and bumped into the carriage, while Wen Jiu picked up the tangerine peel candy on the table steadily and placed it on his lap.

Seeing that there was no tangerine peel candy left, Feng Tianmo closed his eyes and rested in disappointment.

Wen Jiu flipped through the book from time to time, and naturally he would glance at Feng Tianmo who was sitting next to him. Ever since Feng Tianmo appeared, he knew that this man and the old man who taught him came from the same place. Their waist badges and the special tattoos on the back of their necks all explained this.

Feng Tianmo seemed to be very enthusiastic towards him and seemed to be willing to tell him everything he knew, but Wen Jiu could sense what was going on inside without knowing the details.

He could choose not to use this person, but he couldn't let this person go to other princes. After all, in his era, these guys seemed quite mysterious. Even if he didn't use them, he couldn't let others take advantage of them.

This was the fundamental reason why Feng Tianmo was able to sit in a carriage, in the same carriage with him, and why he endured this wretched guy all the way.

Since you're here for Qiao Shinian, just wait for now.

There is also a saying that goes "If you don't use it, it's a waste!" Anyway, just give it food to eat, it's easy to feed!

If he deducted a little more, he could let Feng Tianmo pay for the trip himself, or pay to stay with him.

After thinking about it, Wen Jiu looked at Feng Tianmo, and the idea of ​​paying the fee immediately disappeared.

The man's cotton coat looked decent, but Wen Jiu could see at a glance that the clothes underneath the loose coat were patched.

That shabby valley is really shabby, it's so poor.

In fact, Wen Jiu didn't know that Feng Tianmo was the only poor person in the valley. Although the others were not rich, they all lived a comfortable life. Only Feng Tianmo, who always gave bad ideas and did nothing, was despised by the others, so he wore all his belongings on his body.

When he was too poor, he would steal food from his fellow disciples. Therefore, the other disciples in Pogu looked down on this down-and-out and shameless uncle.