Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Leaving the Elm Mountain Villa, Wen Jing detoured to the ancient mirror school.

Li Qingran of Hongfeng is a waver of the Xiuxian family. Wenjing wants to make friends with him. It needs some lines. So he rushed to the mountain of the same road to recognize the pro.

A few days ago, Lushan was stunned by people. Although he was treated by Jun Yan, he was still unconscious. Later, because Wenjing died, Wenjing ran back to the Qingxu Jianzong, so he only saw it until today.

Wen Jing handed the dark brand to the mountain of the road, and slowly said the life of Lu Yunfei for more than ten years. Of course, the part that won the house was not mentioned, nor did he mention the road to the road. Love and hate.

The road to the mountain pinched the sign of the Lujia family, and when he heard the name "Lu Yunfei", he was a little embarrassed and fell into meditation for a long time. When I opened it again, there was a faint sorrow in the voice: "When your grandfather was young, I ignored him and made him run away from home."

Because of the apology to Lu Yunfei, Wen Jing was left by the old man, telling the words and deeds of Lu Yunfei. The road to the mountain listened quietly, not much to talk, and occasionally asked a few words.

Wen Jing knew that the machine could not be lost, and then took the opportunity to inquire about the events of Hengyang Palace.

"What do you ask Hengyang Palace to do?"

"Grandpa said when he was drunk, the destruction of Hengyang Palace is not the same as that of the legend. There are two inheritance exercises in Hengyang Palace that are not known, so he was regretted before he died."

This is simply nonsense. But Jun Yanzhi once said that Luzhishan knows a little inside. Anyway, Lu Yunfei died without a certificate, how to set aside words from the road to the mountain pass.

"How did he hear about it?"

"It seems to be heard from a minister named Li."

The look of Lushan Mountain is gloomy, and it takes a long time to say: "What have you heard?"

Wen Jing carefully whispered: "... I also heard that Hengyang Palace was actually destroyed by the ancient mirror."

"nonsense!"

Seeing the face of the road to the mountains covered with dark clouds, Wen Jing immediately closed his mouth like a dumb. After a long time, Lushan finally calmed down and said slowly: "Since you have heard something, I am not jealous of you, but this matter has nothing to do with the ancient mirrors. Don't talk around."

"Yes."

The road to the mountain cleared his throat: "The surname of Li is a disciple under my door. I was unfortunately involved in the incident of Hengyang Palace. I was only blinded by people for a while. I have already repented of reading. He is dying. I wrote a letter before and repented to me. You should not pass it on in order to avoid harming the reputation of my ancient mirror school."

"Hangyang Palace is not destroyed by Yun Shaoyi?"

Lushan Mountain has been silent for a while: "It has been more than ten years, and I have also said what to do. Anyway, Yun Shaoyi is already dead. It is strange to be on his head, which is much better than spread out."

Wen Jing hangs his head and whispers softly: "... understand."

Lu Zhishan sighed again and said: "That Yun Shaoyi is not completely innocent. My apprentice is half-killed. All of them suddenly go out of control and want to come. It must be caused by Yun Shaoyi."

"Why did they go to the Hengyang Palace in the past, and who was blinded by others?"

"How do you ask so much?"

"Is the road elder not curious?" Wen Jing lowered his head.

"The letter did not say."

"How did Li Daochang wake up?"

Lushanshan frowned at him and looked at him: "He couldn't figure out what was going on. I didn't know how to be awake. At that time, he was seriously injured, and he couldn't think about anything. He hurriedly fled in a hurry."

"When Hengyang Palace did not find the body of an outsider, why? If there is a foreigner's body, it would not easily push the matter on Yun Shaoyi."

Lushan’s eyebrows touched his beard and he did not say anything.

"...The road elders, do you say that someone will lead this group of people, go to the Hengyang Palace, and after the departure of everyone, will push things to Yun Shaoyi?"

The mountain of Lushan closed his lips and took out a few words: "Don't say anything about this."

"...Yes." Wen Jing bowed his head and quietly drank tea, and couldn't help but look up. "The things of the year seem not small, I don't know how many people are involved."

Lushan Mountain looked down at Wenjing with half of his eyes and said slowly: "You are my great-grandson, I will naturally take care of you. But if you have too many things to manage, it is difficult to deal with disasters. Do you understand?" ”

"……Yes."

"You are not going to the south to go to the south, have you experienced it? These days are good, let's go." The road to the mountain is faintly underground.

"Yes."

Wen Jing knows a bit, why Jun Yanzhi does not want him to know what happened in the past. That night was so painful, once said, I am afraid it would be like taking off a layer of skin.

He had no family since he was a child, and there was nowhere to go. Wen Jing had to chase him away from Hui Shifeng.

In fact, it is not Jun Yanzhi who should leave Hui Shifeng, but Wen Jing himself. At least, he has to return all the things that belong to Jun Yan, let him have a good reputation, a quiet life, or you can meet a good girl who loves him, and even have a family.

To do this, he must find out those who control everything in the dark, otherwise the people of Hui Shifeng still have to die, and Jun Yan will still go crazy, which is even more uncomfortable than Wen Jing’s sword.

He inferred that the person who killed the disciple of Hui Shifeng in the original text was the one who led to the death of Hengyang Palace. The reason why he wants to kill Liu Yumo and others is that he wants to let Jun Yan’s emotions reveal his identity and lead to the killing of his own readings.

If this inference is established, then Duan Xuan must be innocent.

What is the purpose of this person?

Lu Zhishan returned the black sign in his hand to Wen Jing, and smiled and said: "I will let you prepare something for you, bring it tomorrow."

"Thank you for the road elders."

"... In fact, you can call my great ancestors."

"........."

The mountain of Lushan sighed in a low voice: "Go, always come see me."

"Thank you for the road elders."

The "something" prepared by Luzhishan is a thousand pieces of the lower spirit stone, fifty pieces of Chinese spirit stone, a top grade Lingshi, and the medicinal herbs and spirits refining the golden elders, and can save their lives in times of crisis.

Wen Jing unknowingly put everything in place, carrying the big turtle and leaving the ancient mirror school.

Not long after the valley was out, the mosquitoes on his shoulders were suddenly a little restless and swaying toward a place.

Wen Jing wants to catch them back, but there are two who are still making a living and squeaking. There are some doubts in Wen Jing’s heart, let them go and let them lead the way in front.

A few heavy snowfalls were made a few days ago, and everything was covered in white, and snow wolves were seen from time to time. The mosquito flew for about two hours and finally stopped in front of an ice lake and landed on the snow.

"what happened?"

In the distance, there are cabins built by hunters, which seem to have aura floating in the air. Wen Jing was upset and slowly flew to the cabin, but saw a young child and a middle-aged man coming out of the hut and whispering.

He quickly hid under half a squat.

"Hey, that person is frozen and formed like that, and he has been so badly injured. It should be awake." The little boy made a stroke. "The sword he has on his waist is so long."

"Let's see it tomorrow, it should be dead."

Wen Jing’s heart was waiting for the two to leave and flew into the cabin. Pushing the door lightly, but seeing the room is messy, a person lying on the side of the simple bed, the whole body is blood, has formed ice, the face and body are full of frozen pale and snow crystals, closed The eyes seem to have died.

"Jun brothers..." Wen Jing’s heart panicked and rushed forward. Not at the Elm Villa? How is it here?

He will hug the monarch, and he will perceive his god.

The breath is almost gone, the **** is weak!

Wen Jing placed the storage bag and the big turtle on the ground, and immediately took off the clothes of the two men and held the frozen body in his arms.

The big □ did not go back and climbed out.

"Jun Shi brother..." Jun Yanzhi's face is a faint cyan, Wen Jing kissed his lips in a loss, cold, hard, and had lost his previous softness. "Why don't you heal yourself?"

A constant stream of warmth poured into the cold body, and Wen Jing sent the warm aura into his body.

As the night gradually came, the messy hut became dim, Wenjing did not dare to move, the aura was exhausted, and the eyes began to darken.

He took a break, waited for the aura to recover slowly, and continued to send to his body.

Finally, the body in my arms gradually softened.

Wen Jing will gradually tighten his body, his head resting in his shoulder pocket, whispering: "Senior brother, I will protect you in the future."

The head was groggy, and I didn't sleep for a night. In the early morning, my body was finally a little bloody.

Wen Jing got out of bed and took a healing medicinal herb to feed him, and gently took out the sword of his heart on his waist. The bright red blood rushed out, and Jun Yan’s sighed. Wen Jing’s action stopped and he looked at him with trepidation. He was afraid that he would sit up and slap himself, but the man finally did not wake up.

He put on clothes for Jun Yan, and touched his face gently.

It looks so good...

Wen Jing was very upset, and lowered his head to cover his lips. His eyes were moist and moist: "If you wake up, you will not let me kiss. Now I will have enough."

Wen Jing lowered his head and bit his ear and neck, sucking gently.

Being flustered and committing crimes, the boy’s voice came from afar: "Hey, you said that the man is dead?"

Wen Jing was shocked and hurriedly picked up the storage bag and ran out. He grabbed the big turtle outside the door and slipped away.

"Hey, there was a fox just running out!"

"What fox? Don't talk nonsense."

Wenjing hid in the distance and saw the little boy rushing into the room. After a while, he shouted: "Hey, how is this person okay? You said that I touched his head yesterday, he Enough?"

"...It's okay. Go find something to eat for him."

Wen Jing looked at the wooden house for a while, and the big turtle was carried up and flew gently.

Hongfeng Jiaojiao is located in the south of Zhufengguo. There is a famous city nearby. It is called Linfeng City. It is bustling and beautiful, and it is the place where the southern merchants meet.

On this day, an elegant and handsome 17-year-old boy appeared on the most lively street in Linfeng City. He was a beautiful white man with a slender body and a black turtle. He sat on a white canoe. , slowly slipping through the air.

People around him couldn't help but look at him more.

"Who is this boy?"

"I don't know, it seems to be a family."

The big turtle groaned, and some uncomfortably moved his body and protested against the new clothes he wore. As a turtle, it likes to return to nature, let the breeze touch the body without any obstacles, and does not appreciate the custom of wearing clothes.

Wen Jing looked straight ahead and stared at everyone's gaze. Tonight, this body spent more than a dozen Lingshi, just to get to know Li Qingran. Li Qingran is a waver, spending money like running water, and his temperament is not elegant. If you don't have any money, you can't get a relationship.

He once thought about using Lingshi to change the "Thunder Sword", but Li Qingran is not short of money, the price is too low, certainly not to sell. If the price given is too high, he will be suspicious. Moreover, this sword method has been put in his home for ten years. I am afraid that Li Qingran does not know where to put it. It is definitely not acceptable to buy him. It is better to look for it.

This Li Qingran has cultivated to the bottleneck in recent years, and he has no choice but to buy a building base to facilitate the construction of the base. This medicinal medicine is extremely difficult to refine. Only the ancient mirrors have the treasures of alchemy, but they are never sold to other sects. It is a great opportunity.

The canoe stopped in front of a pavilion named “Yi Qing Ju”, and Wen Jing took the big turtle and walked down.

I can guess by listening to such a elegant name, this is a casino.

A teenager at the door asked: "What do the officials want to play?"

Wen Jing did not even think about it: "Flying a donkey."

"The guest officer is coming with me."

Wen Jing entered the small attic and stopped in front of a wooden door. Pushing in the door, the laughter and the sound of the argument suddenly enlarged, and the twenty or thirty men surrounded by the beauty, and the screams of the ones continued to hear and complain from time to time.

Wen Jing has never gambled, but his mission tonight is not to win.

He tightened the big turtle and stopped at a table. He couldn’t throw a Chinese stone, and flew over everyone’s face. He’s screaming, and it’s happening on the table. On the word "big".

Everyone on the table was quiet.

The shot is a Chinese stone, who is this person?

The one that rolled the dice seemed to have money, and the voice was raised: "Come on!"

Two dice whispered on the table, and the spinning disc turned to seduce people's interest. These are all gambling tools that have been sealed by the fairy home technique. It is absolutely impossible to cheat. The people beside them are full of blood, all screaming and shouting "big" and shouting "small" one after another.

Finally, the scorpion is still on the table, one at four, one at a time.

Everyone immediately looked at Wen Jing, some gloated, some showed regret, and some face tempted to see how he reacted.

Wen Jing Shuang Lang smiled inadvertently, and took out a piece of Chinese stone, which was thrown forward with great momentum, and flew again to the word "big". The foundation of the building's monk's spiritual pressure suddenly scared the minds of the unscrupulous people who wanted to rob.

Several men on the neighboring table also came over and everyone whispered.

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know, come from the north."

"Building a foundation at a young age, and so rich, who is it?"

Zhongpin Lingshi is very scarce and has many uses. It is an indispensable material for arrays and refiners. Although it was counted as a hundred pieces of Lingshi in the calculation, in fact no one changed it. At the time of auction, sometimes there were less than one of the two hundred pieces of Lingshi.

It is really cool to have money to be willful.

Wen Jing lost four or five pieces of Zhongpin Lingshi, and even won three times. The people around him cheered. He did not care, laughing and throwing a few pieces, but only won once, everyone was anxious, desperately clamoring, surrounded by him yelling and watching the excitement.

Wen Jing looked at the people who were light and windy. They lost their temperament and smiled. They said, "I just wanted to try my luck. I didn't play the readings."

"This is not playing..."

"It’s hard to see such a willingness to spend money."

The people around him were bored, but there were still a few left behind him. A man in his twenties smiled and asked, "In the next Li Qingran, the monk’s name is famous, where is it from?"

Wen Jing looked at him and said, "The fish is hooked."

He reported to the name, and inadvertently touched the clothes wrapped in the big turtle, embroidered a stepping crane on the top, the same color as the cloth, not looking carefully but can not see, it is the sign of the ancient mirror school.

The big turtle licked his legs uncomfortably.

The man blinked and glanced over the clothes on the big turtle. He said with a smile: "It turned out to be a road monk, come to the Windy City to do things?"

“Walking around the mountains, just stroll around.”

"This big turtle looks like a beast, and it must be a small thing. What is the name?"

Wen Jing smiled and touched the head of the turtle: "It was photographed at the auction last year. I heard that it is called 'Xuanming God Turtle'. It is not expensive. One or two hundred pieces of Chinese spirit stone, the character is quite good. Then buy it and play."

Li Qingran awe-inspiringly: "The skill must not be small, you will know the eyes."

"Over the prize."

Li Qingran said with a smile: "I feel that it is a good idea to go out with a monk. Is it better to go out and have a few drinks?"

Wen Jing meditated: "It's too late, it's better to drink it again."

How did Li Qingran let him go, so that he said that for a while, several other people were also helping, and Wen Jing agreed. Li Qingran and he drank a night of wine. When Wen Jing was drunk, he said that he was the great-grandson of the elders of the road, but he was practicing in the Qingxu Jianzong. In the early morning of the next day, the two have become friends.

"Although I am a disciple of Hongfeng, I have a house in the city of Linfeng, and the house of the maid is all right. The roadside friends don't have to live elsewhere. I live in my house. I have time in these days. You can go around with your friends."

"How is this so interesting?" Wen Jing was a little uneasy.

"You are welcome." Li Qingran was busy keeping it.

The next thing is very easy. Wen Jing lived in Li Qingran's home, and took time to look around in the library. The books here are not valuable, they are sold in the market. He is a guest of Li Qingran, and his attitude of turning the book is elegant. People will not say anything naturally. He will also prepare tea snacks for him to read comfortably.

Finally, on the afternoon of the third day of Li Qingran’s home, Wen Jing discovered the old Thunder Sword in the corner of the library.

Wen Jing’s mood was a little excited and uneasy. He carefully opened the cover, but saw that the book page was yellow, but it was no different from the usual old paper, and the writing was clear, not special.

that's it? The method that led to the destruction of the Red Maple is such a thing?

Wen Jing touched the ordinary paper, and he was a little uncertain.

This should be the "five elements returning to the sword", but I don't know if it is the inheritance of Hengyang Palace.

If you take the wrong, the consequences are unimaginable. This book is used to plead guilty. If it becomes a city, it is hard to imagine. It is simply terrible.

Wen Jingsi came to think, I felt that I couldn't help it. I hid this "Thunder Sword" and continued to search for it in Li Qingran's house for nearly half a month.

Still nothing.

Li Qingran is a very good master. Not only does Wen Jing serve well, but he also generously lets his family sleep. Wen Jinghong resigned for a long time, but there was a woman waiting in the room every night, and finally the room did not dare to return.

In the middle of the night, he stood by the lake in the courtyard, opened the troublesome "Thunder Sword" and quietly entered an aura.

The moonlight is like water, reflected on the lake, and flows slowly on the paper.

Suddenly, the scene in front of Wen Jing was blurred. In the middle of it, thousands of strange symbols poured into the brain, and it was meaningless.

Wen Jing’s heart was happy, and he immediately buckled the book and whispered: “This is it!”

The big turtle raised his head in awkwardly and looked at the book in the hands of Wen Jing.

"Oops……"

Wen Jing whispered and flipped the pages of the book, but somehow lost a large number of words and became incomplete.

What is going on? Doesn't it mean that people who only recognize Hengyang Palace?

Since it is a heritage, that is to say that you want to be a wishful thinking, how can you not even put a fart?

The symbols in the brain are the "five elements of the sword"?

Is this going to kill him? !

On the early morning of the next day, when Li Qingran came back to find Wenjing, he saw that the room was empty, leaving only one note left on the table: "Things are urgent, take a step first, and you will definitely build Kedan on the next day."

Li Qingran: "........."

After flying for a dozen days on the road, Wen Jing Ma continued to hurry and finally returned to the Qingxu Jianzong.

Just taking a shower next to the clear spring, and putting on the clothes, I saw Liu Yanmo falling down from the air and looking worried.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Wen Jing wiped his face.

"Where are you going?" The voice was extremely harsh.

"........." Wenjing swallowed his throat.

"Master didn't have a good time after the last madness. You went out to travel in the clouds. He Ling disappeared a few days ago. Did you know that I was dying?"

"The second brother is gone?" Wen Jing a glimpse.

Liu Yumo's tone eased: "Fortunately, your brother is back, and is being shown to Master. Your brother is the most painful weekdays, wait for him to see him."

He Ling is missing, Jun Yan is back, Master is treating him...

Wen Jing was too late to be happy and his face sank.

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