Handbook for Avoiding the Court

There was silence outside the car.

"Falcon sees the two young masters!"

After a long time, there was a sound of kneeling and kneeling in unison.

After a while, the curtain of the car slowly opened, revealing two people leaning together.

The falcons glanced out of the corner of their eyes, lowered their heads in unison, and remained silent for a moment. The leader of the falcons said: "You two young masters, the subordinates deserve to die for failing to protect the body of the prince, and... Falcon looked up at Fang Ji who was leaning on Jin's body, and added: "Please punish the young master for hurting him!"

Fang Ji supported his body, sat up with Mo Jin's support, and said, "Everyone get up."

There was a sound of wind, the falcons stood upright, and a familiar figure lay on the ground.

The hair was scattered all over the body, and the whole face was covered by the messy hair, and the face could not be seen clearly. He lay quietly and motionless on the bamboo frame, and the thick smell of blood wafted in the cold air.

Fang Ji saw it at a glance, that person, he was Eryi.

He was suddenly coughed by the cold wind. Mo Jin gathered his cloak and gently patted his back with one hand.

"What happened on February [-]st? What's going on?" Fang Ji covered his lips and said in a hoarse voice.

"Young Master, Er Yi was seriously injured... I'm afraid it's..." Falcon's voice faded away until he couldn't hear it.

Mo Jin jumped out of the car and hugged Fang Jiheng, Fang Ji's body tensed up suddenly.

Mo Jin put Fang Jiqing in front of Eryi and squatted down. He stretched out his two fingers to take Eryi's pulse, and then carefully inspected his wound, frowning and looking heavy.

Fang Ji looked sideways slightly, meeting Mo Jin's gaze, he shook his head slightly at Fang Ji, the situation was self-evident.

"Can you wake him up, even for a while, and see if he has any unfulfilled wishes?"

"Yes." Mo Jin replied softly.Then he brushed off the row of gleaming silver needles wrapped around his arm, and after a while, several slender silver needles pierced Eryi's body everywhere.

Fang Ji caressed his scarred body with trembling hands. His body was covered with criss-cross sword wounds, many cuts were almost bone-deep, and the gurgling blood soaked the black Falcon suit. It was unreal from a distance, but close up If you look closely, you can't help but be terrified. This is the result of the cruel and desperate struggle...

This was obviously a broken body riddled with holes, yet he came back with his last breath, it could be seen that his last wish had not been fulfilled.

The blurred vision and the pain in the body gradually deepened, the trembling hand curled up involuntarily, and the knuckles turned white.

Eryi closed his eyes, as if he was in a deep sleep. Following Mo Jin's last needle, his eyelashes trembled violently, as if he was in great pain. , his face could no longer see its original appearance clearly, the flesh on his face was turned aside, making people tremble when looking at it.

"Two... young masters..." Er Yi slightly opened his eyes, his chapped lips trembling slightly.

"Drink water..." Mo Jin handed over the water.

Eryi shook his head lightly, and said sleepily: "Young...Master, Eryi doesn't know...it's okay...can you...promise...promise..."

"Say, I promise you." Fang Ji interrupted him softly, and grasped his hand that was trying to lift up, it was bloody and cold.

Eryi spread that hand, and a blood-stained mandarin duck purse appeared in front of his eyes.

"A few years ago, my subordinates carried out... missions in...Jiangnan, saving...rescue a...girl, she...is so beautiful, and gave me a...purse...I...I...I I understand, but I am...what...what identity...I...after my death...please two...young lords to bury it...with me...I..." Er Yi's body shook violently, With his neck stretched, the blue veins on his forehead bulged, and bean-sized beads of sweat dripped down into the flesh of his face, which made him tremble again.

Mo Jin lifted up his sleeves to wipe off the sweat carefully, Eryi stared at Fang Ji and Mo Jin closely, tried his best to hook his lips, and asked with longing eyes: "Both young masters, Eryi... In the next life...I don't want to be a...killer...I, I...kill so many...people, will I go to hell...I don't want to go to...go to hell...I want to be a good...people, you guys Tell me... in my next life... can I be... a rich... lord... lord..."

Before Fang Ji and Mo Jin could answer, Er Yi's weak body froze suddenly, his eyes flickered, and the blood-stained mandarin duck purse quietly fell down...

The twilight is heavy, and the setting sun is like blood.

A brand new solitary tomb rises in the forest glade. No one knows his real name. Due to the rush of time, there is not even a decent tombstone. The tomb of the unknown.

Fang Ji turned around and looked at the nine falcons behind him. They were all new recruits, and they didn't even have numbers. They were so young, the oldest was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the youngest was twelve or thirteen years old. Well, there is still a childish look on their faces.

Fang Ji closed his eyes slightly, and after a while, he took a deep breath, as if he had made some major determination, and said: "You all go away, go to the end of the world, and you don't have to follow us in the future."

Falcon looked at each other in dismay when he heard the words, feeling like falling into the clouds for a moment.

"Young master, don't drive us away..." a twelve or thirteen-year-old little falcon choked.

Fang Ji waved his hand and said involuntarily, "Go! Don't you understand!"

The falcons hung their heads and said nothing, and no one took a step.

Mo Jin took out the Butterfly Jade Pendant from his bag, and before their eyes, he said softly, "Let's go."

When the falcons saw the jade pendant, they all knelt down with sobs, and their swords fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Let's go..." Fang Ji murmured.

Several falcons kowtowed deeply, got up and left one after another...

"Ah Jin, do you think I did something wrong..."

"That's right. With our current situation, it's useless to keep them." Mo Jin approached him, bent down to hug Fang Ji, but he blocked him.

"Just help me. I want to go to Flaming Mountain." Fang Ji said.

"Have you... thought it through clearly? It's New Year's Eve in a few days, and you're not going back to Fang's house?" Mo Jin helped Fang Ji walk carefully towards the carriage step by step.

"It's enough to have you, it doesn't matter if the Fang family returns or not."

Mo Jin turned his head sideways and looked at Fang Ji. When Fang Ji met Mo Jin's smiling eyes, he felt a little warmth in his heart. After a while, Fang Ji raised his hand to stroke Mo Jin's hanging black hair, teasing Said: "Hey, why are you in a daze, are you leaving? Do you want to sleep with me in the wilderness?"

Shocked, Mo Jin glared at Fang Ji, and carried him into the carriage without waiting for his reaction.

Fang Ji seemed to have an illusion, that person seemed to have glared at him fiercely just now!right!That's right, I was glared at by him!

At nightfall, the wind was bitterly cold, and whimpering sounded from time to time outside the window, which was eerie and terrifying.

In a small inn, Mo Jin held hot tea and didn't know where to look.

Fang Ji raised his head, staring at the bare beam on the roof in a daze.

This is the normal relationship between frost and ice.

After a while, Mo Jin put down the hot tea and asked, "Ah Ji, are you really going to Lieyan Mountain?"

"Well, I don't want to go on like this." Fang Ji took his eyes away from the beam, and continued: "I don't want to see you for me..." Speaking of this, Fang Ji's face revealed a bit of bitterness.

"But do you know what the consequences will be if you go there?"

"I know. When I was a child, I came across a book that said that the Lieyan Spring in the Lieyan Mountain has a powerful healing effect, especially for people who have lost their inner strength." Fang Ji said casually, "As for the consequences, there must be consequences. Lost, nothing to worry about."

"But I..." Mo Jin hesitated to speak.

After a while of silence.

"Do you know why I don't like to get along with people?" Fang Ji looked at Mo Jin sideways and asked naturally.

"You said."

"Because I'm a broken sleeve, I knew that I was different from ordinary people when I was very young, but I was afraid that others would see through." Fang Ji put one hand on the back of his head and shifted his gaze to the top.

Mo Jin was obviously shocked by his frankness.

After a long time, a deep voice came: "Me too..."

The two laughed in unison.

But this moment of happiness didn't last long. Suddenly, Mo Jin flicked his sleeves and extinguished the oil lamp.

Fang Ji calmly said, "There is someone!"

"Well, not one yet."

"Sure enough, there is an endless stream of people who want to take our lives."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Fang Ji took advantage of the hazy moonlight to see Mo Jin take out a gleaming weapon from his bag, that strange weapon looked so familiar!

Night of the Blood Wolf, yes, that's it.

Ah Jin, you really...

The tree shadows swayed, and the window lattices were blown by the cold wind.

There was the sound of small footsteps on the roof, one could tell that this person's light martial arts is clumsy, and it is expected that martial arts are also commonplace!

Fang Ji showed a disapproving smile, and he said awkwardly, "All cats and dogs are here."

As soon as the words fell, the visitor flew down, pried open the window with a big black knife, and rolled in.

Before Fang Ji could react, there was a "plop", and the person who came came was kicked out again. The little thief knew that he was no match, and rushed out like a shit, the whole process seemed like an instant.

Mo Jin lightly brushed his robe, walked to the window, and said, "Since we're all here, why don't we come down and take a photo together?"

Deathly silence.

Fang Ji concentrated his energy, and in the past three months, his internal strength has recovered by [-]-[-]%.But not as good as it used to be.

Thinking of this, he felt a little uncomfortable. There were obviously several groups of people outside the window. Although he lost his internal strength, the sharpness of the martial arts practitioners remained undiminished.

Seeing that there was no movement outside the window, Mo Jin lit the oil lamp and drank hot tea.

Sure enough, not long after, I finally started to act impatiently.

A slender man in black flew down from the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard, the wind in his palm moved, the door opened with a "swoosh", the cold wind rushed in, the oil lamp dimmed and dimmed, and finally lit up again .

"Ah Jin, be careful." Fang Ji stared at Mo Jin blankly, with more worry than guilt in his eyes.

Mo Jin walked over to him, held his cheeks with both hands, and kissed him softly on the lips: "Ah Ji, it's fine."

The author has something to say:

If you can stick to this chapter, I'm really touched.

In the previous chapters, I reflected on it for a long time.

The traces of prose are too heavy.so dull.

I will pay attention to each chapter in the future.

I will keep trying to improve.