There are very few people who can make Yan Shisan remember, especially when the other party is not a swordsman, and there are very few people who are looking for him without holding him to kill or challenge him.

The man in front of him occupied both, so in Yan Shisan's eyes, this man was a special person.

Like an old friend, Ji Mu sat in front of Yan Shisan in a familiar way, and then took out a bottle of wine, a stack of side dishes, two cups and two pairs of chopsticks out of thin air, placed it on the table made of tree stumps, pouring the two of them over the wine, and said, "I heard from Qualcomm, are you looking for me?"

"Yeah!" Yan Shisan happily picked up the glass of clear wine, couldn't wait to pour it into his mouth, breathed with satisfaction, and said calmly: "The best doctor in the world said that my life is not long, and there is no cure for the injuries on his body. You are my last hope."

"Well, my medical fee is very expensive..." Ji Hou filled him with wine again.

"What if you trade your life?" Yan Shisan smiled, with a serious look on his face, as if he was not joking.

Ji Mi was slightly stunned and said seriously: "You can't kill me."

"Do you think you can defeat me?" Yan Shisan said, with some anticipation in his eyes.

"No, I am still a little worse than you now, so I am naturally not your opponent. However, I have good light skills and you can't catch up!" Ji Mo said with a smile.

"You really don't look like a swordsman!" Yan Shisan was stunned, and the black patterns on his face formed a laughing and crying expression at this time.

"I didn't use a sword at all." Ji Mo Ran took a sip of wine and said, "I use a sword!"

"Oh?" Yan Shisan became a little interested. He had not seen Ji Mi's sword yet, but he didn't think Ji Mi was telling lies, because he felt a different smell from the swordsman from Ji Mi.

"In this case, the Thirteen Death Swords will not be of much use to you!" Yan Shisan asked in confusion.

"You want to use the Thirteen Deadly Swords as the medical treatment?" Ji Mo paused and looked at the other party.

"Yes, only it is equal to my life, and other things are not worthy!"

"Yan Shisan's life is naturally expensive!" Ji Mo nodded in agreement, and then said, "I want to collect the medical fee first."

Yan Shisan drank the wine in the glass, stood up, and said, "The Thirteen Deadly Swords have no sword score, I can only demonstrate it to you. If you don't understand it, then I won't blame me."

Ji Mo was shocked, but he also knew that Yan Shisan was right. If he hadn't understood anything for the first time, he would never have realized it many times.

"I don't think you can understand anything. After all, you are not a swordsman!" Yan Shisan said affirmatively, walked to the pear tree, broke a branch full of pear blossoms, and said, "Look, this is my medical treatment!"

"Thirteen swords begin with the power of accumulating a thousand blades, between the moving fingers..."

A cold light flashed, and with the scattered pear blossoms, the branches of the pear tree turned into a sharp sword in Yan Shisan's hand. Accompanied by Yan Shisan's voice, it carried the sharp sword energy, and as Yan Shisan's figure danced in the sky of pear blossoms blown down by the sword energy.

A moment later, when Yan Shisan stopped, the branches in his hand had turned into pieces. Yan Shisan was indeed secretly surprised after watching Ji Mo sitting quietly, thinking about something.

"As a swordsman, did the other party really understand something from my sword?"

With a whisper, Yan Shisan sat down quietly and started drinking without disturbing Ji Hou.

Three hours later, when the rising sun moved to the middle of the sky, Ji Mi slowly stood up, and with a thought, Mo Li appeared in his hand. Then, after he stood quietly for a while, his body suddenly flashed, a stream of condensed like a moonlight, with a cold sword light flashed like a falling meteor.

Then, with the sound of returning to the sheathing from a long sword that had not been sheathed, a thin knife mark that was almost invisible appeared in the place where Ji Mi held the knife and cut it down, whether it was the pear tree, the tombstones, or the place covered with weeds.

That feeling...

"It was like a piece of paper that was torn, neatly cut in half!"

With Yan Shisan's whisper, a breeze blew by, and the pear tree that was cut by Ji Mi and the tombstones that were unfortunately cut, slid directly to the ground with the inconspicuous knife marks.

"What a quick knife..." Yan Shisan praised, looked at Ji Mo who was walking with a smile, and said with a complicated expression: "You are such a genius!"

"Thank you for the praise!" Ji Mo smiled and said with some regret: "But what is missing in this move? It has not been achieved to the extreme yet. It takes time to improve..."

Yan Shisan was speechless and asked casually: "What is this trick called?"

"Zhan Yue!" Ji Mo pondered for a moment, said the name he had just named. After pausing, he asked, "Where is your fourteenth sword?"

"The 14th Sword!" Yan Shisan was shocked and said, "How do you know that I have recently understood the 14th Sword!"

"I don't know!" Ji Mo raised his eyebrows and teased, "Didn't this what you just said?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Shisan twitched his mouth and stopped talking.

When the warm sun is replaced by a cold moon, the end of the season leaves the Hundred Flowers Forest, and Yan Shisan's body, which has been damaged by qi and blood due to his childhood suffering, overwork, and excessive injuries, as well as the meridians that have been damaged throughout the body, naturally recover their health.

"Isn't this technique really something that only Yan Luo has?"

Yan Shisan, who had not seen Ji Mi use a little medicine stone to restore his body to health again, sighed lightly and was amazed.

...

In the poor village at the foot of the Nanshan Mountain, Aji, who had been picking up feces for a day, had dinner with the honest man who brought him to the poor village, and felt the satisfaction of his hard work.

The honest man was named Miaozi, who was honest and honest. He also had a mother, known as Lao Miao Po, and was also a simple old man. In addition, Miaozi also had a sister, who was called the princess by him and his mother, and his real name was a woman with a baby.

Coincidentally, this woman, Aji, knew Xiaoli, who was in Xiaoyue Tower, who was soliciting customers from all over the world and could exchange her own body for money at any time.

Unlike Xiaoyue Tower who is wearing heavy makeup and intoxicated by the dust, Xiaoli, no, she should be said to be a doll.

The doll without heavy makeup has long hair like silk, a pretty face, and a beautiful snow lotus, delicate and pure.

Such a person should not be a prostitute, but she is willing to sink into depravity in order to make her family full, which is worthy of Aji's respect, so he did not tell Miaozi and the others about the doll's true identity.
Chapter completed!