Jun Ruyu

While speaking, Mo Zhuliu finally regained some strength, put his tattered robe back on the boat, and with Lan Sizhui's support, he and the group left Yicheng.

Yicheng was lifeless, and not long after the thick fog cleared, the streets were in a mess.

The atmosphere on the road was still a bit awkward, they seemed to have just experienced something before, a few teenagers clamored to hear a story, and the man in black clothes, Mo Xuanyu, cleared his throat and started talking.

But Mo Zhuliu was not thinking at all. Many things happened in a short period of time, making his mind a mess.

Perhaps to ease the atmosphere, Lan Sizhui asked him softly: "Senior looks young, how old is this year?"

Mo Zhuliu replied: "There is only one year until the crown."

"Oh, that's older than us." Lan Jingyi, a young man at the side, cupped his hands and said senior.

Mo Zhuliu smiled: "I don't dare to be, all the young masters come from famous families, but I am just a servant, and my knowledge is very shallow."

"Domestic servant?" Jin Ling snorted coldly, and said in a strange way, the servants were wearing rare treasures - the best Nanhong jade, the Wen family is really magnificent.

Lan Jingyi whispered at this time, the Jin family is not so generous.It provoked Jin Ling's stare.

Mo Zhuliu was startled, knowing that the other party was talking about the piece hanging around his waist, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to caress it, and said: "Ah, you are talking about this piece of jade. This is my young master who went to the mass grave to catch it. It is said that it is hard to find one made by a ghost bird, but if it is based on the strength of the Jin family, it is not difficult to get it."

Lan Sizhui sighed, it seems that your young master treats you really well.

"Well," Mo Zhuliu responded, "He has been kind to me and treated me very well. I am willing to serve him for the rest of my life."

I don't know where these words offended Mo Xuanyu, but his face sank like water, and he said: "You are really loyal. You said, you are a servant of the Wen family, why didn't you change your surname to Wen and call it Wen Zhuliu?"

Speaking of that name, Mo Xuanyu's voice trembled a little.On the one hand, Lan Zhan pressed his shoulder and shook his head at him.

Mo Zhuliu pursed his lips.This sentence seems familiar, as if a young man also said this in a courtyard full of sunset.

Lan Jingyi asked strangely, Senior Mo, what's wrong with you, from just now to now, the tone of your speech has been very strange.

Mo Xuanyu seemed to have finally calmed down by Lan Zhan's side, turned his head away, and whispered that it was nothing.

But Jin Ling couldn't bear it anymore. He waved his arm and roared angrily:

"The strange thing is you, did you hear clearly just now, who is he, Qishan Wen's! Don't you know what good things those Wen dogs did back then? All families dare not speak out in anger, whoever stands up will be murdered to death by Wen Gou! Fire burns in the depths of the clouds, and blood washes Yunmeng Lianhuawu! My grandparents died at the hands of Wen Gou! How can you fight with Wen Gou? Talk and laugh!"

Lan Sizhui hesitated, but, even if it's the Wen family, he might not be the one who did it...

Jin Ling's words gave Mo Zhuliu a blow, and his face immediately turned pale.

"These...are all done by the Wen family?" He couldn't bear to ask, "Is it...Wen Ruohan?"

It's Wen Ruohan.

When the grown-up boy takes over the suzerain and wins power, he no longer has to tolerate rules and regulations. His ambition explodes, he acts recklessly, seizes territory, is cold-blooded and cruel, and inhumane.

This is Wen Ruohan.It is the future Wen Ruohan.

he……

No.

Mo Zhuliu could only feel his heart beating so fast that his whole body began to tremble.

An Ting can't die.Wen Ruohan can't become a murderous demon either.Yun Shen doesn't know where it can't be burned.Yunmeng Lianhuawu...Jiang Fengmian and the others must not die!

Can't.Can't.

He wants to calm down.

There must be a reason for him to come to this future time and space. God told him these endings just to make him change.

Really... Can it be changed.His heart began to waver again.

"Master Mo Xuanyu."

Everyone saw that Mo Zhuliu raised his head, he was covered with scars, he looked really embarrassed and pitiful, but he still endured the pain and straightened his waist, with the broken hair on his forehead, his eyes were shining brightly.

When he spoke, his voice was firm, soft and cold, and it was a pleasant voice even if his voice was hoarse.

他 说:

"I want to answer you: My name is Mo Zhuliu, not Wen Zhuliu. I do things according to my heart, and I don't have the final say on others. Right and wrong, I have a decision in my heart. If it is true and the future is as you said, I will I will definitely stop him. If I can't stop him, I am willing...

"Comfort the dead with my blood."

The man in black was silent for a few seconds, and finally said "huh", and continued to walk forward with his hands behind his back.

Mo Zhuliu bit his lip, momentarily annoyed.

He didn't want to know what Mo Xuanyu's "heh" meant.

It means that he is arrogant and arrogant, that he is overconfident.

Or is it that he is just a speck of dust under Wen Ruohan's feet and can't do much at all.

But he'll give it a try anyway.

— and only one try.

Before sunset, they settled down in a tavern outside Yicheng. The juniors ordered a table of food in the lobby, while the two elders, Lan Zhan and Mo Xuanyu, went upstairs. Let Mo Zhuliu rest, and sent someone to the street to buy medicine and clean clothes.

Mo Zhuliu was very grateful and told Lan Sizhui to leave him alone and go to the hall for dinner first.

When Lan Sizhui left, Mo Zhuliu opened the window, put his arm on the window sill, wanting to blow the cold wind, after a while he took off the piece of red jade, put it in his hand, watched it in a daze, and then held it tight.

The injury on his back and the cold jade reminded him that everything was not a dream.

After a while, someone knocked on the door, and it turned out that Lan Sizhui brought the food. When the door opened, Mo Zhuliu happened to see Lan Zhan and Mo Xuanyu passing by. With a hair tie.

"That's..." Mo Zhuliu was stunned, Lan Sizhui closed the door with embarrassment, came in and put the tray on the table, the food was fragrant.

Mo Zhuliu thought for a moment, and said, it turns out that Gusu Lan's forehead wiping can also be used for binding.

"No..." Lan Sizui helped his forehead, and explained in a low voice, "Gusu Lan's wiped forehead can only be touched by those who are very close to him..." After saying that, his face turned red.

Mo Zhuliu suddenly realized that the two young masters... had heard about it a little, heard about it a little...

I wanted to ask Lan Sizhui about Lan Anting, but in the end, if An Ting died young, this group of juniors had not yet been born.

Jin Ling's furious roar came from the hall downstairs, and Mo Zhuliu's heart became heavier when he heard words like "Wengou".

No sleep for one night.

The next morning, Jin Ling and several young men from other families bid them farewell. In the end, only the Gusu Lan clan, Mo Xuanyu, and Mo Zhuliu were left to rush to Zhangzhou together.

As long as you meet the suzerain of the Lan family, you may be able to know about this space-time technique.Mo Zhuliu said.

After driving all the way, at night, a few people were resting outside the flower planter's garden by lighting a fire. Lan Zhan said he was going to set up the formation, and Mo Zhuliu said he would help.

Most of the injury had healed, but Lan Zhan didn't agree with him using his spiritual energy again, so Mo Zhuliu could only watch him make formations.

Lan Zhan looks like a nobleman in every gesture, the clouds are calm and the wind is breezy, he doesn't eat fireworks, as long as he stands there, he is like a landscape painting.Exactly like his father.

Mo Zhuliu tried to recall the figure of Brother An Ting, and it was true.Although I hadn't seen him a few times, the eldest son of the Lan family, who was full of aura and powerful in martial arts, was always impressive and unforgettable.

"Are you and my father-in-law very close?" Lan Zhan asked suddenly.

Mo Zhuliu was a little surprised that he would take the initiative to speak, and said, "Well, I have a predestined relationship with him."

Lan Zhan hummed, and stopped talking.After a few seconds, Mo Zhuliu said firmly, "When I go back, I will definitely cure his illness."

"..." Lan Zhan looked at him, was silent for a few seconds, and finally lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you."

The sound of fighting could be heard faintly, and after Lan Zhan noticed it, he rushed back immediately.When Mo Zhuliu also rushed over, what he saw was a headless corpse going mad.

"Be careful!" Mo Zhuliu reminded loudly, and then drew up his spiritual energy, held his hand as a blade, and with the wind blowing under his feet, he rushed towards the headless corpse and joined the battle.

Just as they were fighting hard, the sound of flute suddenly came from the air. It turned out that the patriarch of the Lan family, Lan Xichen, had come to the scene to help in the battle. The last few people finally subdued the headless corpse and locked it in the Qiankun bag.

The feeling of Lan Xichen was completely different from that of his younger brother Lan Zhan. He had a warm smile on his face, but he was not lenient in his hands. There was no broken hair on his forehead, only a hair on his forehead, he was decisive and capable.

When he learned from the younger generation that Mo Zhuliu had strayed into the space-time barrier, Lan Xichen's eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "There is such a strange thing!"

Mo Zhuliu cupped his hands and saluted, saying that he would trouble Sect Master Lan to help him go back.

Lan Xichen pondered for a while and said, "That book, unfortunately, I borrowed it from Lianfang Zun earlier. But it doesn't matter, he is having a grand talk at the Golden Scale Terrace, and I'm about to go, so you can go too."

Mo Zhuliu asked: "Zun Lianfang is...?"

"Oh, it's the suzerain of the Lanling Jin Clan, Jin Guangyao," Lan Xichen said with a smile, "and also my third brother who swore to me. Don't worry, I will ask him to return the book as soon as possible."

Mo Zhuliu had never been to the Jin family in Lanling before, and Jin Guangshan never dared to come within three steps of them after being threatened by Wen Ruohan drunk.

Although I don't have much contact with them, the impression of the Lanling Jin family is that from the beginning to the end, they look like a shining rich man, but they are not vulgar. Such charm.Every noble son is the focus of the crowd wherever he goes.

Arriving at the Golden Scale Terrace, no surprises, the venue was arranged in a very grand manner, and its magnificent appearance can be compared with the mortal palace.

Visitors were guided to visit and listen to Jin Guangyao's great achievements in his youth.When he heard that Jin Guangyao had killed the big devil Wen Ruohan, Mo Zhuliu stopped abruptly.

He looked up to see the magnificent relief, familiar and unfamiliar faces were engraved on it, let him look at it, and there was an unknown emotion in his heart.

They continued to walk forward and happened to meet a man from the Yunmengjiang Sect. Lan Xichen enthusiastically introduced that this was Jiang Cheng, the suzerain of the Yunmengjiang Sect.

The other party had a cold face, his brows seemed to be furrowed all day long, and he only heard him say: "Why is there another young man beside Mr. Lan?"

The author has something to say:

After listening to the evil friends radio drama Xiao Xingchen came out, I wanted to cry qaq and Taoist Master Zichen, you were all so good, but in the end... Sigh!Spicy Chicken Yang!I advise you to be kind!Otherwise really fragrant warning! qaq

I am really writing this...maybe too much to write slowly

Resist the desire to write a journal outline

Write the outline and fill the crematorium for a while