Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

On the third day of the New Year, Wen Jing once again came to the ice spring, and got off with only one pair of pants and got off the water. The cold suddenly penetrates into the skin, and the teeth creak together. He stood still, waiting for the initial cold.

It is Jun’s brother who comes to him for “forbidden”.

Jun Yanzhi drew a circle in the water and said warmly: "At noon and evening, the eight divisions will come to give you food. After eight hours, you can come out."

"Xie brother." Wen Jing gritted his teeth.

Jun Yanzhi stood up and looked back at the thin body in the water and left silently.

He is not worried about Wenjing suffering.

That night, the body of the Wen Jing produced a warm current, the body of this kid may be special. Duan Xuan let him soak in the ice spring, I am afraid to stimulate this kind of physique, which is good for practice.

Recalling that night...

The footsteps of Jun Yanzhi stopped.

In his twenty-two years, that should be the warmest night, enough for him to be in a daze, think again, think again.

Jun Yanzhi returned to the room, sat in bed and meditation, and knew the innumerable ancient Chinese characters in the sea. There was no rule, and he gradually formed a paragraph with clear articles.

The words are difficult to understand, but they are easier to understand than the loss of the heart.

He meditated quietly until the night and opened his eyes.

The moon hangs in the air like fine teeth, and the valley is faint, and the body begins to tremble again.

Jun Yanzhi slowly took off his clothes and turned into a blue python, climbing out of the window.

The road between the mountains is faintly visible, and Jun Yan climbs along the cliff for a while, turning his head unconsciously and climbing deep into the jungle. The kid is practicing in the ice spring, and he can look at it from afar.

Lu Jing’s practice is too low and he will not let him notice.

He stopped at the place where he was fifteen feet away from the ice spring, silently screaming in the snow and exploring the snake head.

He looked at it for a while, but suddenly felt a little strange.

How did Lu Jing not sound? When I left, I remember that I could hear his teeth creaking far away, and the body unconsciously groaned, causing a small splash of water, plus a small voice to curse Master’s voice.

Why didn’t you have any movements this time?

If he ignites the warm current as he did last time, it should not be frozen...

The snake crawled over in the blink of an eye, leaving traces of shackles on the snow.

When I came to the ice spring, Lu Jing still had no movement. Only a stiff body stood in the spring, her eyes closed and her lips trembled.

Jun Yan's care for the weakness of the snake body turned into a human form, pulling the boy out of the water.

Wen Jing unconsciously holds the neck of Jun Yan: "cold, cold..."

The thin arm was so powerful that he held his neck hard and made people angry and funny.

Jun Yanzhi took out a set of clothes and put it on himself. He swayed Wen Jing and flew to his stone house. How can it freeze? Why is the body not hot?

Jun Yanzhi placed Wen Jing in the bed, and then couldn't bear it. He turned into a giant squat and shuddered into the quilt.

............I am the dividing line............

The body gradually warmed up, and Wen Jing stunned his eyes and the room was dark.

He stared at the giant things on the bed. A small part of the quilt in the quilt, a large part of the exposed outside, shivering, the body does not have to guess who knows who.

I only remember that I was trembling cold last night and slowly lost consciousness... Later it seems that something has pulled him out of the water...

Was the giant scorpion saved him?

He gently opened the quilt.

Sudden movements caused the head of the snake to **** up and hang down silently.

Wen Jing’s nose was sour, and he rushed forward to hug the snake head: “Or you are the best for me...”

The giant cicada did not move.

Wen Jing let go of it, and got out of bed to find out the fruits that several monsters loved. He put the fruit in front of the giant python and said, "How do you know that I live here?"

The giant cockroaches naturally did not answer, nor did they eat the fruit, but they trembled again.

Wen Jing, holding the body of the giant scorpion, said with distress: "What is this physique? Why is it always tremble?"

The giant sputum spit the letter and made a "squeaky" voice.

Wen Jing did not dare to act rashly, trying to hold it in the quilt: "The warm current in my body, if it can be forced out, will definitely make you feel better for a while."

Anxious in my heart, the warmth in the body is just around the corner. Wen Jing a glimpse, gently driven by the spirit, in an instant, the warmth of the whole body, even the giant scorpion also swayed, wrapped around his body more tight.

Wen Jing was a little excited: "It has been ineffective for a whole day, and it will be forced to come out with you."

The giant python wraps around him, and the snake's head scorns on his neck. In the bed, the juvenile's body is warm and comfortable. The snake has suppressed the nature of more than ten years and broke out at this moment.

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble..." Wen Jing dialed the snake letter that came and went. "Quiet, let's sleep. I have to work tomorrow."

The letter was repeated a few times, and the snake head finally calmed down and nestled in the arms of Wen Jing.

"Do you come often in the future? It is too dangerous to meet outside." Wen Jing whispered.

The giant cockroaches did not move, did not agree, and did not refuse.

"Sleep." Wen Jing touched the snake head and waved with one hand and extinguished the light.

............I am the dividing line............

In the morning, Wen Jing woke up and touched it subconsciously.

There is no one around, and the bed is already cold.

I slept very well last night, but I didn't know when I left.

Wen Jing dressed and went out, but saw the big turtle lying on the open space, staring at the thin snow. He kneels in front of the big tortoise and feeds a beast fruit.

The big turtle bites slowly.

The relationship with the big snake has made a breakthrough, and the heart is so comfortable that it is difficult to tell, but also worried about its future. Wen Jing really can't figure out how to trigger the warm current in the body. Is it really necessary to hold a big snake?

In the next two months, he repeatedly tried in the ice springs, and the giants waited to watch.

In the first few times, it was true that when you were holding a giant python, it seemed that the coldness and inner feelings on it were all primers. Later, he felt a slight change in the aura that caused the warm current, and gradually became self-initiated.

Two months later, Wen Jing first ignited the warmth of the body when he did not enter the ice spring. He likes to win the game and reports the results to Duan Xuan.

Duan Xuan only said one sentence: "From now on, practice."

"Yes."

It is the practice of Liu Qianmo's cultivation, which is difficult and difficult to understand. Duan Xuan does not allow Liu Qian to teach him hand-to-hand. After he leads him, he can only point to it once a month. The rest must be self-experienced and comprehended.

It turns out that the warmth of Sanyang's body originates from the yang of the sun. After the fusion with the aura, the cultivation method is slightly different. If the hoist is painted, it is easy to stagnate.

Wenjing’s qualifications are good, but unfortunately, the age is small and the control of the warm current is limited. After half a year, he was promoted to the seventh floor of the practice, which is comparable to Liu Qianmo's cultivation speed, but worse than He Ling and Jun Yan.

In the first half of the year, the giant cubs occasionally came to him, two or three times a month. When the big turtle came to see the giant python, he died and went out to climb the door.

As a result, Wen Jing slightly changed the windows and beds in the room to facilitate the entry and exit of giant pythons and large turtles.

Time is like running water, slowly passing between the fingers, and after another year, spring blossoms, Wen Jing finally grew into a fifteen-year-old boy.

............I am the dividing line............

The ice and snow melted at first, and everything recovered. It should have been warm. In this year, the Qingxu Jianzong was shrouded in grief.

The late monk of the foundation, Gao Yan, the peak of the South Yanfeng, was unable to bear Dan because of his age, and he went to the immortal.

Gao Yan’s death is naturally sad, but the most difficult thing for his apprentice is that Nan Yanfeng’s inheritance has not been inherited.

"A few thousand years ago, Qing Xuzi left ten ancient scrolls, each with different powers, which cannot be described in detail. They are all inherited by inheritance, without exception. In other words, the ancient scrolls choose the Lord and serve only one person. At that time, when the Qingxu Jianzong was declining, it was precisely because of these ancient scrolls that they were killed by each other, and the Red Xiufengfeng owner took two ancient scrolls away. Since then, there has been no news.

After the dead wood Taoists unified the Qingxu Jianzong, all the disciples were assembled in the Qing Dynasty, and the ancient scrolls chose the Lord. From then on, when the peak of the peak passed away, the ancient scroll re-elected between the disciples of the late peak. ”

- From the fortieth chapter.

The conditions for the selection of the ancient scroll are uncertain. For example, the disciples of Nanyanfeng Gaoyan have more than 70 people. The ancient scrolls have not even been fancy, and the disciples of Nanyanfeng are heartless.

No one inherits, and from then on, it has to be the other of the other peaks.

Therefore, according to the rules, the seat issued a notice: "All the disciples of the Qingxu Jianzong, assembled in the Qingxu Hall."

On this day, the spring breeze is warm, the mountains are green, and more than 1,300 disciples of the Qingxu Jianzong gather together for the Qing Dynasty.

I only smelled a faint scent of herbs in the crowd. In less than an hour, the taste faded. I gave orders to let the disciples go back and wait for the results.

Three days later, the party sent a message: "A total of 72 disciples were selected as inheritors of the inheritance, and Hui Shifeng had two people. Jun Yanzhi and Mo Shaoyan. According to the rules, the 72 disciples would Take part in a trial. Each party needs to send ten people and gather at the Qingxu Hall tomorrow afternoon."

Every ten people are sent, that is to say, Hui Shifeng should be dispatched in full.

Although everyone feels hopeless in their hearts, at least this is a good thing. He Ling does not matter, but does not deny this. Mo Shaoyan is even more red. Even if he can't finally inherit the ancient scroll, it is extremely happy to be selected alone. 2k novel reading network