Yan Rong pulled Ming Zhiyuan while quarreling with Wu Shilin. The three of them walked together for a while and arrived at the courtyard of the medicine warehouse.
At this time, Yu Shangzhi had already arranged for people to bring the alchemists and warriors from Tianyuan, as well as several magical beasts, into the back mountain mine veins, allowing them to practice in the mine veins first.
He also asked people to bring bedding for the two warriors to spread in the side room.
After these three people came to the main hall noisily, they each sat down. Yan Rong was still chattering: "Zhiyuan Alchemist, if you think highly of me, Yan Rong, let's worship me today. From now on, no matter who is in Jiuyan Continent,
Wherever you go, brother, I can protect you."
Wu Shilin sneered in a sinister manner: "The Jiuyan Continent does not belong to your Yan family yet. The Sanji family is a martial arts family of the three alliances, not your Yan family."
Yan Rong stared at him and shouted at him: "What does it have to do with the Sanji family? Besides, I protect my little brother, who cares about his family?"
Wu Shilin ignored him and said to Ming Zhiyuan with a smile: "Zhiyuan Alchemist, to be honest, I feel very attached to you from the moment I saw you. If you don't dislike my lack of martial arts strength, we will treat you as
A real brother."
Ming Zhiyuan came back all the way and was so noisy by the two of them that he felt dizzy.
At this time, he smiled bitterly and had no choice but to say: "It is my blessing to be respected by these two martial lords..."
When Ming Zhiyuan said this, a hint of bad taste suddenly arose in his heart. He touched his forehead, looked at the two of them, and continued: "Since the two Martial Lords are so sincere and willing to treat me as one of their own, why not
The three of us are sworn brothers, and I am the third brother. I wonder who is the elder brother and the younger brother?"
Yan Rong stared at Ming Zhiyuan dumbfounded, and Wu Shilin also had a confused expression on his face.
Seeing the looks on the two men's faces, Ming Zhiyuan almost laughed out loud. He coughed and said, "Are the two Martial Lords just joking with me? Don't they really want to be sworn brothers with me?"
"Where? Where? Master Zhiyuan, ah no, brother Zhiyuan, I am serious, how could I make such a joke with my brother? But I'm afraid Yanrong Martial Lord..."
Wu Shilin reacted quickly and answered immediately, then looked at Yan Rong pretending to be hesitant.
Yan Rong blinked his copper-bell-sized eyes, looked at Wushilin and then at Ming Zhiyuan, gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I'm not joking, I just want to sworn sworn brothers with Zhiyuan, not with this Wushilin."
Yan Rong actually said what he had to say without hiding it at all.
Ming Zhiyuan said sternly: "Since the two brothers have hit it off with the younger brother, then it is my blessing that they are both my brothers. How can we have scruples about each other just because of our different families? If we divide it by family, then
Come on, my two brothers and I are not from the same family."
Wu Shilin's face changed slightly, and he immediately laughed, "Brother Zhiyuan is saying that I am short-sighted. Since I regard you as my brother, how can I care so much? Come on, let someone set up the incense table.
, let’s sworn sworn friends now.”
Yan Rong still looked at Wushilin unconvinced. He was obviously the one who said he wanted to become brothers with Ming Zhiyuan. Why did this guy Wushilin insist on getting in the way?
But Ming Zhiyuan had already said that, and if he refuted it again, it would seem that he was just saying it hypocritically, and did not really want to become sworn friends.
Helpless, Yan Rong had no choice but to ask his servants to set up the incense table, and kept cursing at Wu Shilin.
Wu Shilin knew that this was a man who was not stingy, so he was too lazy to argue with him. After his servants set up the incense table, he went to kill chickens and sheep and set up the incense burner himself. It was really hard for such a big warrior.
After a while, everything was arranged properly, and Wu Shilin pulled Ming Zhiyuan to the incense table. Yan Rong quickly squeezed in, only to find that there were only two kowtow cloth piles placed in front of the incense table.
At this time, Wu Shilin and Ming Zhiyuan were already kneeling in front of the case. He only heard Wu Shilin mutter something, probably some kind of sworn oath that he did not wish to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but he wished to die in the same year, the same month and the same day.
Yan Rong didn't care about getting any cloth, and knelt down in front of the case with a thud, and kept mumbling.
Not long after, Wu Shilin finished reciting the words of sworn vows, kowtowed with Ming Zhiyuan and Yan Rong, and lit incense. The three of them got up.
Wu Shilin said with a happy face: "We have brother Zhiyuan today. This is a great joy. I want Mr. Yu to put up a banquet here to celebrate our brothers."
Ming Zhiyuan also said happily: "It's natural to celebrate, but I don't know who is the eldest and who is the second among the two brothers? Arrange them so that I can call them names."
Yan Rong glared at Wu Shilin, "Of course I am the elder brother. I am thirty-eight years old this year."
Wu Shilin didn't care and said with a smile: "Then I am the second brother. I am thirty-six this year."
Ming Zhiyuan quickly bowed to the two newly sworn brothers, and the three of them discussed their seniority in a noisy manner.
Ming Zhiyuan looked at the two of them and couldn't help but snicker in his heart, but he said with a very solemn expression: "Brother, my martial arts is weak. From now on, I have two brothers to take care of me. I thank you in advance."
Wu Shilin grabbed his arm and said, "Third brother, if you say this again, you will become a stranger. Come on, come on, let's prepare a table of good wine and have a good drink today."
Yan Rong did not show any weakness, walked up to the two of them, and said loudly: "I must have a good drink today."
After a short time, the servants were ordered to serve food and wine, and the three of them sat down at the table and started eating, drinking and chatting.
Yu Yizhi and Yu Lianwu, who came after hearing the news, looked at Yu Shangzhi who was eating and drinking with them. They had doubts on their faces. I wonder what kind of psychological process Yan Rong and Wu Shilin went through to become sworn friends.
brother?
The next day, early in the morning, Ming Zhiyuan got up and was in a daze for a while, then shook his head, no, he still couldn't drink enough to drink with Wu Zun.
He opened the door, and Yu Qingfeng walked into the room holding a wooden basin, put the wooden basin on the wooden stand, and said: "Master, you were drunk last afternoon and fell asleep before night."
After saying that, he turned around and brought in a wooden tray from outside the house, with a bowl of clear porridge and two plates of side dishes on it.
Ming Zhiyuan quickly washed himself, picked up the porridge bowl and asked, "Are the two martial masters up?"
"They have been up early and are practicing in the pavilion. The head of the Duanmu family also moved here at night."
"Huh?" Ming Zhiyuan looked at Yu Qingfeng while drinking porridge.
Yu Qingfeng further explained: "Last night, the head of the Duanmu family heard that the two martial masters were sworn to live in the same courtyard as the master. He also came with him, but when he came, the master had already fallen asleep."
Ming Zhiyuan smiled helplessly, finished the porridge in two gulps, and walked out of the room. Not far away, in the pavilion, Yan Rong was sitting in the middle, and Wu Shilin was sitting at the entrance of the corridor connecting the pavilion.
Currently practicing breathing movement.
In the medicine field on the right side of the pavilion, the head of the Duanmu family is looking at the medicinal materials in the medicine field, and he doesn't know what he is thinking about.