Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

The room was like a cloud that was uncomfortable. Wen Jing asked: "How are you going to monitor me?"

If he wants to inform him, of course he will monitor him, otherwise how do you know that he has whistleed several times?

Thinking about it and being annoyed, Wen Jing stared at the way of the monarchy. "Master told me not to go out for three months, you only give me a month..."

Jun Yan’s back stood at the window and did not say anything. After a while, a few black dots flew over the window and turned to the hands of Jun Yan. He took a hand and walked to Wenjing on the bed: "Open your palms."

"……what?"

"Reliable tokens."

Wen Jing’s heart burst into flames and said with sullenness: “What is the token of love?”

Jun Yanzhi opened his palm and dropped five black little things in his hand. Four of them immediately raised their heads with vigilance. The last one seemed to be unable to understand the situation and turned around. It took a long time to react.

Wenjing frowned and looked carefully: "...mosquito?"

"The second-order monster, Xuan Tian Mosquito, grows in the cold northern part of the country, and is best at biting the enchantment and poisoning."

"You use them to monitor me?"

"The mind is already open, you can tell them to do things... just one of them is a little stupid. If you tell me, these five mosquitoes will naturally come to tell me that they will not manage other things. Give me the palm of my hand. ”

Wen Jing did not dare not listen, and explored his hand.

Five mosquitoes immediately flew over the palm of Wenjing, and they bowed their heads together. The spikes immediately penetrated the skin and sucked blood.

"I told them to eat you once, and I will recognize you later."

"……Ok."

"After five days, I will leave for the ancient mirrors. I will tell Master to go with you."

Wen Jing hesitated: "You want to be born in the ancient mirror?"

After a moment of silence, Jun Yan sneered: "Even if it is a matter of life."

He turned to leave, but Wenjing was somewhat hesitant to say: "Jun brother, why do you want to be with me? Is it because I used to worship you? In fact, there are so many people who worship you now..."

Jun Yanzhi smiled: "Your little chrysanthemum looks very cute."

Wen Jing blushes his face.

Jun Yanzhi commented: "The body is like a small heater, so good to hold and touch, IKEA should be room."

Wen Jing lost a pillow: "Fart, you give me a roll!"

Wen Jing was ordered to ban the sword and practice the sword all day long.

"Yangyang Swords" is a fire sword, created by a Yuan Yingdao who was thousands of years ago. It is said that when this sword method is practiced, it will change a lot, and it can be compared with the power of "The Deadwood Swordsmanship". Unfortunately, except for the Taoist, no one has yet reached that level.

Wen Jing did not dare to compare with the ancients. Moreover, he was not satisfied with the simple "Qingsong Guide Road", so he first placed the "Yang Yang Jian Fa" on one side. It takes decades to practice the "Yangyang Swordsmanship". "Qingsong refers to the road" has been practiced almost the same, not bad for these few days.

The time to practice the sword has passed by, and it’s so fast that it’s not noticeable, as if it’s been spent for thousands of years.

Finally arrived five days later, early morning.

Wen Jing sat quietly next to the stone statue of Qingzizi, and the heavy iron sword was held in his hand. Suddenly, Feijian volleyed, Wenjing several leaping in the air, holding the spine's hilt with ease, the infuriating water poured out along the iron sword, rowing in the air, swaying a powerful whirlpool airflow.

Became!

Wen Jing’s heart is overjoyed.

There was a bang, and I didn’t know what was going on around me. The sound of the crash was deafening.

Wen Jing immediately shouted: "Not good!"

Everything happened so quickly, and it was unprepared. The stone statue of the Qingzizi burst out of the broken gravel like a broken mirror. It instantly collapsed and collapsed into the cliff.

Half of the body remained on the edge of the cliff, seemingly revealing something like a hilt.

Wen Jing stayed asleep.

He vowed not to smack the sword on the sage!

He walked lightly and gently, pulling out the long sword from the half of the statue and gently pulling it in his hand.

Good sword!

The sword is unsheathed, unpretentious, and somewhat old. The sword front flashed cold, but there was no murderousness. It only made people feel a sense of awe from the bottom of their hearts.

Is this... the ancestors gave the sword?

Isn't there such a plot in all male frequency novels? The male protagonist is talented, diligent and hardworking, and finally feels tempted to get the ancestors to give the sword. From then on, he saw the Buddha killing the Buddha, seeing people killing, and unswervingly embarking on the road of commanding the sentient beings.

Wen Jing looked at the hilt and clearly engraved two words: "殇魔".

Suddenly the pain in the brain is difficult to control. Wen Jing holds the forehead, and a young Taoist figure appears in the blur. It is far from clear, but clearly conveys a sentence:

"With this sword, you can use the magic of the world."

Wen Jing was in a panic and threw the sword on the ground.

The headache immediately disappeared like a low tide, and the warm sun shone in the winter snow, leaving only the long sword lying quietly on the ground.

Wen Jing feared and looked up. The stone statue of Qing Xuzi was as good as usual, and it seemed to have nothing to happen.

Everything is an illusion?

Wen Jing bowed his head and touched the hilt, but his mind was calm. Everything was just like a strange dream, but the voice of the young Taoist remained in his mind and could not retreat.

"With this sword, you can use the magic of the world."

Wen Jing did not dare to think about the profound meaning of this sentence.

He did not dare to think about it, and he personally inserted this sword into the heart of Jun Yan.

The mind is restlessly put the sword in the hand, and Wen Jing looks far away. Suddenly, a person fluttering down in front of him, wearing a white coat, looks like a iceberg, but seems a bit worried.

"Two brothers." Wen Jing returned to God, bowed his head and said hello.

"What is the sword?"

From the early morning, he stood in the distance to see the Wenjing sword. When Xiaocheng pointed out the road, he could see clearly. The white light flashed on the ground. I don’t know where to appear a sword. Standing on the side like dementia, motionless until now.

Wen Jing’s mind was flustered and had to hold the sword and said: “Where is the illusion, I saw the ancestor’s sword.”

He Ling held the sword in his hand and looked at it silently for a long time. He collected the sword and handed it to Wen Jing: "Since the ancestors gave the sword, they should practice well and don't let the ancestors of the ancestors."

Just... just like this?

Why is it so light, it seems like eating a meal is so normal? Is this Qing dynasty often showing spirits from time to time, sending a sword sword or something, and being close to the disciples?

Wen Jing was a little bit annoyed: "Is the second brother also given a sword by the ancestors?"

He Ling is annoyed: "Crap! Who can have such good luck?"

"Well? How about that..."

"Zu Shiye has already been in Xianban. It must have been because you worked **** the stone statue all day long, so I gave you the "devil" that he used to practice his sword in his early years." He Ling glanced at him with a faint look. You are so self-sufficient. I want to hide and conceal with you, and I want you to show off."

Wen Jing involuntarily reddened his face: "There is no meaning to show off everywhere."

"We have to go to the ancient mirror school, Master sent me to call you." He Ling's sleeves swayed and flew up.

Wen Jing quickly followed up: "What happened to the ancient mirror?"

"More than sixty disciples of the ancient mirrors have gone wrong, and come to Yanzhi for help."

"Who else?"

"Master, a few people in the North Yanfeng."

Wen Jing bowed his head: "How can Master let me go?"

"The elders of the ancient mirror school did not know how to hear it. You are his grandson who has been separated for many years, so I want you to meet him."

Wen Jing suddenly took a trip.

How did Jun Yanzhi get this thing out? If it was not mentioned today, he almost forgot about this. What does he mean?

He Ling looked at him: "If you recognize the pro, you may have to stay in the ancient mirror school."

Wen Jing's smashing iron: "Impossible, Hui Shifeng is my home."

He Ling picked up his eyebrows and did not speak.

In the hall, I saw Duan Xuan, Wen Jing stood in a horrified battle, and wished to become transparent. Duan Xuan since he entered the temple, his face was covered with dark clouds, his eyes so strong that he could pierce his body and poke two big holes. Other people don't know what's going on, the atmosphere is heavy and oppressive, as if something went wrong.

"How is the sword practice?"

"The "Yangyang Swords" has not yet begun, and "Qingsong refers to the road" slightly and slightly small."

Duan Xuan’s face eased. He looked at Liu Qian's angry face and whispered: "You just built a foundation, go out and practice some time, remember to listen to the words of the brothers."

Wen Jing busy said: "Yes, Master."

Duan Xuan nodded and leaned back on the back seat. His gaze swept past Liu Qianmo, but he saw that the latter still looked at him angrily, and could not help but gather his eyebrows. He was indulged for a while and finally said in a succinct manner: "I remember to come back after going out, and I am only concerned about your cultivation, not hating you."

Wen Jing looked at him with sorrow and was almost flattered and grateful. This is almost an apology-like explanation, and it is impossible to come out of Duan Xuan’s mouth.

Liu Qianmo immediately turned his head and said with a smile: "Master is all for you, and the younger brother does not think too much. Even if the younger brother is the grandson of the road elders, we have lived together for so many years, and we must come back."

Wen Jing nodded quickly: "Hui Shifeng is my home, naturally I want to come back."

The atmosphere in the hall was instantly active, and the laughter came and went.

"well said!"

"I will say, how can I leave and leave?"

The heart of the wall smiled and said: "I will say what you are afraid of, the brother of the king is here, can he run far?"

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

Wen Jing’s face was white and red, and everyone quickly pretended not to hear the topic. Duan Xuan looked at the sky and finally said: "The time is not early, let's go. Several people in Beiyanfeng are waiting for you at the foot of the mountain."

Jun Yanzhi has been quiet and has not spoken, then whispered: "Yes."