Jun Ruyu

At this time, the officers and soldiers came to report: "My lord, bring them here."

The visitor was dressed in a dark light robe with tight sleeves, and a small red jade pendant hung from his waist.He is tall and slender, with brisk steps, and his hair is tied up high, with only a few broken hairs on his cheeks, which makes his facial features a bit harsh.His expression was flat and unwavering, but there seemed to be stars shining in his eyes.After standing still, he looked straight in Wen Ruohan's direction.

When Wen Ruohan saw the piece of jade, his eyes flickered slightly.The general behind King Anping said in shock: "It's you!"

King Anping was puzzled, so the general leaned over and whispered.

Wen Ruohan saw that the prince's eyes lit up, he stood up excitedly from his seat, took a few steps forward, walked directly in front of Mo Zhuliu regardless of his identity, and raised his voice, "So it's you...! Long time no see, Thanks to your news that day, we were able to leave safely, but..." King Anping frowned, and his face turned pale, "But I heard that there was a fire in the village that day, and the whole village..." He was uneasy squeezed his hand.

Mo Zhuliu nodded silently, and said with relief: "Your Majesty, you don't have to blame yourself. You are a precious person, and there are more important things waiting for you to do. If you can clean up the mess as soon as possible, it is the most important thing for the people of the world. of."

"Snapped."

Mo Zhuliu looked over immediately, Wen Zhuliu put the teacup on the table, crossed his hands in front of him, and smiled at him: "Why, you two know each other, that's really great. Say yes, King Anping."

King Anping hesitated for a moment and said, "However, I don't know whether Mr. Mo is willing."

Wen Ruohan said: "Of course he is willing. How can he resist what I want him to do?"

Mo Zhuliu bowed obediently and said, "Yes."

"Then it's settled, we're happy to cooperate." Wen Ruohan showed another half-smile expression, then stood up, without even looking at Mo Zhuliu, he wanted to leave the hall with Wen Peng.

"Please wait." Mo Zhuliu said suddenly.

Wen Ruohan froze, he turned slightly sideways, and saw a plain purse being handed over. Mo Zhuliu's fingers were slender, and there were many more wounds on them than before he left.

"You came here on horseback?"

"Yes."

"You have never ridden a horse."

Mo Zhuliu said: "I've ridden it a few times, but I'm not very familiar with it. The Wen family's horse... is rather stubborn." After saying that, he smiled himself.

Wen Ruohan paused for a moment, but still didn't take the bulging purse, but said indifferently: "I'll reward you for getting things done this time. You keep the purse."

Mo Zhuliu was taken aback for a moment, withdrew his hand, and said yes.

After the two left, King Anping approached Mo Zhuliu, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he looked very happy.

"You probably don't know much about it yet. It looks like Mr. Wen didn't tell you in advance," the young man in military uniform gave a wry smile, and then said seriously, "It's really an honor to get the help of the Qishan Wen Sect this time. Believe me, we will do our best."

"We will do our best to help." Mo Zhuliu cupped his hands.

King Anping seemed to have suddenly relaxed a lot, the exhaustion on his face was gone, and seeing it made others very happy.The moment Mo Zhuliu saw them, he roughly understood what Wen Ruohan and Wen Peng were planning and what he wanted a follower to do.

Wen Buyun strictly forbids cooperating with mortal armies, but in fact, it is inevitable to cooperate with King Anping at the moment. If King Anping wins this battle, he can suppress the rebellious families at the same time and solve the disaster on the border of Qishan. The disgrace of the cultivation world, instead of drawing a clear line, gaining prestige and consolidating Wen's status.But Wen Ruohan has no way to do this matter, and Wen Peng and those old generals can't do it blatantly, they can only send him one of his followers to do it secretly, and when the time comes, Wen Buyun can't stop it. How to continue climbing is up to Wen Ruohan and the others to plan.

What Mo Zhuliu has to do now is to trust Wen Ruohan.

——After all, that proud and confident boy is so dazzling.

After being introduced, Mo Zhuliu knew that the general who had been by King Anping's side was called He Li. He had been in charge of protecting King Anping since he was just a little prince, and it was almost 20 years.

He Li is responsible for guiding him to lead the troops.This time, King Anping's army joined a large group of monks from the Wen family. They were all soldiers trained by the old generals of Wen Peng. enemy.The monks don't kill ordinary soldiers, so they deal with the monks in King Guangchuan's army.

Mo Zhuliu had never been in touch with complicated affairs on the battlefield, and he was a little nervous for a while, so He Li patted him on the shoulder and said, the young master of your family is sure that you can do it, so you can definitely do it.Mo Zhuliu smiled and said nothing, the young master of his family probably just wanted to see if he had the ability to stay by his side.

Fortunately, the agreement signed between Wen Ruohan and King Anping was only for wars on the border of the Wen family, and the rest were not under their control. In this way, under He Li's guidance, Mo Zhuliu could barely lead a few soldiers. It didn't disappoint either.

When Mo Zhuliu personally led troops to besiege the enemy monks for the third time, he accidentally fell into the trap, and said with a bleak smile that soldiers never tire of cheating, but he really only learned superficially.In the end, there were only a dozen monks left on his side, and he was surrounded by a group of enemies in the woods.He clutched the bloody wound on his forehead, and his right hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking.

This is a very ordinary fairy sword, the quality is much better than his original one, at least it won't be broken in two when cut with one sword.

He especially hates using swords, and is not good at using them.The feeling of the sword piercing into flesh and blood was transmitted along the blade to his own hand, which is a physiological disgust for him, so every time he just wants to fight quickly, the longer the battle lasts, the worse it will be for him .

Mo Zhuliu panted, tried to adjust his breath, moved his left hand slightly, and subconsciously touched his waist, but found nothing. His breathing was stagnant, and then he remembered that he had put away that piece of jade because he was worried. It will be damaged and dirty on the battlefield.

That piece of jade is like an oath, or a promise.

Jade is a very fragile thing, and it can be crushed under the slightest force.

Jade is also very cold, holding it with one hand, it is cold to the bottom of my heart.

However, after holding it for a long time, Yu has his body temperature, not hot, but warm enough.

—Ah, really.

Mo Zhuliu closed his eyes tightly, trying to wake himself up.

He thought, he started to hate Wen Ruohan a little bit.He decided to go back intact, to surprise the proud young master, to let him know that Mo Zhuliu is so easy to use, so don't just give him away to others.

Mo Zhuliu threw the sword away.The enemies were all at a loss and didn't understand what he wanted to do. Seeing him holding his empty palm, some of them laughed disdainfully.

Until the air flow began to flow in the palm of his hand, there seemed to be an invisible force gathering in the palm.Mo Zhuliu's eyes dimmed, and he tapped his feet, and slapped his palms forward at an astonishing speed, and slapped the two people opposite him a foot away!

Ouch, the two monks fell out, and then stood up with their waists supported. Surprised, they found that they had not been beaten crippled.

"what happened?"

"What is this guy doing?"

"What kind of move is this, it's too funny."

The enemy monks all laughed, and the two monks who were recruited were also laughing, but they suddenly stopped laughing, showing panic on both sides, frantically tearing at the front of their chests, and murmured in disbelief: " How... how is it possible..." That way, it seems that something important has been lost.

Others impatiently asked them why it was impossible, and some joked that the token given by their lover had been lost.

One of the monks seemed to have finally confirmed something. He pressed his chest, his whole face was pale and pale, as if he had rolled in hell, and said in a trembling voice: "My...my...my golden elixir... Gone! My golden core is gone!!!"

"what?!"

"how is this possible?!"

"Didn't you just get slapped by that kid, why did Dan disappear???"

Another cultivator who was recruited finally knelt on the ground and cried out in despair: "The Alchemy Hand! It's the Alchemy Hand!"

The sound was so miserable that it shocked the birds in the distance.

——Since that battle, the title of "Alchemy Hand" began to be widely spread on the battlefield, and the title of "Pill Transformation Hand" began to spread widely on the battlefield. The monks were frightened when they heard the news, for fear that they would lose their precious golden core with one palm.Afterwards, there were even some rumors in the entire cultivation world, but no one knew that it was Mo Zhuliu. Some people said that he had amazing magic skills and extraordinary talent. , not advisable.But these are things for later, not important now.

Later, they successfully repelled all the enemy troops on the border of Qishan, and they were finally able to declare to everyone: The Wen family of Qishan adhered to the family tradition, cleaned up the family, resolutely not to be swayed by profit, and always kept clean.All of a sudden, everyone in the comprehension world sent letters of greetings, greatly admiring Wen Buyun.

Mo Zhuliu knelt behind Wen Ruohan, and Wen Ruohan knelt in front of Wen Buyun, and the ground was covered with letters that Wen Buyun shook to show them.

Wen Buyun was so angry that he couldn't speak, Mo Zhuliu thought, if Wen Ruohan spoke back a few more words at this time, Wen Buyun might be able to stand up straight away.

"Niezi, Niezi..." Wen Buyun repeated the word repeatedly, keeping his eyes closed and frowning, and finally waved them to the confinement room by themselves.He looked exactly like every poor father who would get mad at his rebellious son.

Mo Zhuliu knew that this time the matter was a success, it could be seen from the corner of Wen Ruohan's mouth that had been raised and never let go.

The two obediently went to the confinement room. They said it was a confinement room, but it was no different from an ordinary wing room, and they could even see the flowers and plants in the yard, but they were not allowed to step out of the room, there was nothing unbearable.

Wen Buyun also sent someone to bring pens and ink, and asked them to copy the family instructions fifty times and confine them for half a month.

Mo Zhuliu studied the ink for the two of them first, and then began to copy.He put on a light robe with wide sleeves, picked up a pen, and rolled up his sleeves.The two sat facing each other, Wen Ruohan saw his bandaged arm, startled, reached out and grabbed it, saying: "I got hurt again."

Mo Zhuliu let him hold him, and said calmly: "There is no reason not to be injured on the battlefield."

Wen Ruohan persisted: "That can't always hurt this part, one day, your arm will never get better again."

Mo Zhuliu smiled: "With warm taste, there is nothing to worry about."

"That's right." Wen Ruohan seemed to be finally persuaded, let go of his hands, and changed to a sitting position, looking very relaxed.

There were sparse cicadas singing outside the house, Mo Zhuliu stopped writing, looked at the scenery in the courtyard, and said softly: "Summer is almost over."

"Yeah." Wen Ruohan propped his chin, suddenly remembered something, and said, "In September, I will go to Yunshen in Gusu, so you can go with me."

"But go to study?"

"Hmm."

"It's a pity that I didn't go there in early summer. The loquats there are very delicious."

Wen Ruohan paused, "Loquat?"

Mo Zhuliu responded, "Wen Chang went to Gusu to play earlier, and brought a big basket of loquats."

"I don't know when the relationship between the two of you became so good."

Mo Zhuliu held back his laughter, and decided not to tell Wen Ruohan, Wen Chang exposed his old background behind his back, and said sternly, "It's Wen Chang who is good to others."

Wen Ruohan didn't say a word, as if recalling something bad from the past, his face turned dark all of a sudden, and he said stiffly, "Stop talking to him."

Mo Zhuliu hurriedly comforted him: "Yes, yes."

The author has something to say:

Huadan hand became famous in one battle~

Why is Wen Ruohan a little arrogant×

During his son's rebellious period, Wen's father was so angry that he stood up

Wen Chang (excited): Let me tell you that Wen Ruohan was blabla when he was a child!

Wen Ruohan: Achoo! (Who speaks ill of me)

The foreshadowing about the Wen family has finally come to an end.

It will be easier for everyone to play the plot together later

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