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Mo Lingyun leaned against the old tree and listened to the rain, Ning Qing crossed his knees and concentrated, Jing Rong sat in front of Ning Qing and said something softly, the rain was noisy under the quiet world, but Mo Lingyun heard a very faint cry for help .

"Master, it seems that someone is asking for help..."

Facts proved that Mo Lingyun heard it right, the man was stuck in the mud, only half of his body was left outside, completely drenched by the rain and looked in a mess.

They threw a rope to pull him up, and lit a fire to keep him warm. Mo Lingyun looked at the trembling young man with his face on his face, and asked, "You look familiar..."

"The Wen family?" Ning Qing recognized this person at a glance.

"Yes... yes, Wen's Wenyan." Wen Yan nodded, and carefully looked at the men in black around him, "Is it the brothers of Xuantianzong? We have seen the Artifact Refining Competition before... Thank you for your life-saving grace.”

"Small things." Jing Rong pursed her lips, and looked at Wen Yan with some scrutiny, "What are you doing in the East?"

The Eastern Realm is a land of tigers and wolves, and disciples of the righteous way will not know why Wen Yan fell into this quagmire alone.

"I..." Wen Yan's eyes dodged, and seeing that everyone was waiting for the following, he simply opened his mouth: "I am the only one left in my Wen family, I have nowhere to go, I can only go here The border has come."

"Only one person left?" Ning Qing frowned. He knew that the Wen family was in a bad situation, but when has it reached the situation where there is only one person left?

"Shouldn't you ask your second sword sect, the Hengshan Sword Sect?" Wen Yan's face turned pale, and his eyes turned red when he mentioned the Hengshan Sword Sect. "Everyone here is well aware of these things, right?"

Ever since Taoist Hengshuo rebelled against the Hengshan Sword Sect for the daughter of the Wen family, the Wen family has been targeted and suppressed everywhere by the Hengshan Sword Sect. All sects and sects know it well but never stop it. This is also a major reason for the decline of the Wen family.

After all, someone has to bear the rage of the Hengshan Sword Sect.

No one will think that there is something wrong with pushing out the Wen family who is on the cusp of the storm.

"...Then you won't be the only one left?" Jing Rong frowned, he never cared about the affairs of the clan, he never thought that another clan would soon be wiped out.

"My mother is sick." Wen Yan took a deep breath, "With the order of the Yang family, there is no pharmacy willing to sell us medicine. My mother is gone, and I am the only one left in my Wen family."

Everyone in Xuantianzong was silent at the same time, Wen Yan lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

"...Do you want to return to the sect with us?" Jing Rong sighed lightly. Wen Yan's talent in refining weapons is considered very good, but it's a pity that he ended up like this because of the past.

Wen Yan hadn't responded yet, but Mo Lingyun glanced at Jing Rong suddenly and then lowered his head in panic. He didn't know how to describe his feelings when he heard this, his heart was sore and swollen; Wen Yan really deserves sympathy Regardless of the talent, it is not wrong for the master to bring him back, but he originally thought that the master would only say this to him alone.

"I won't go." Wen Yan gritted his teeth, "Even if I die in the Eastern Region, I will never be in the company of sanctimonious hypocrites."

The 'hypocrites' looked at each other speechlessly, and couldn't blame a young man who had just lost a loved one.

Wen Yan spoke quickly, and when he calmed down, he realized that he shouldn't have said that to the saviors. He immediately stood up and bowed heavily to Jing Rong and the others, "You brothers have saved my life, I shouldn't have offended you like this. , but the death of my mother really exhausted my hope..."

He originally thought that the life of the mother and son would gradually improve after becoming the leader of the Artifact Refining Competition, but he still couldn't keep his mother, no matter how many rewards and money he took, it was useless.

He guarded his mother's bones and begged for a coffin, but no one was willing to sell it, and no one dared to sell it. Yang Qi brought his followers to laugh at him, saying that as long as he was willing to kneel to him, he would be rewarded with a coffin .

Wen Yan didn't kneel, and was kicked by Yang Qi. That kick almost broke his heart. His family was bullied by disciples of the Hengshan Sword Sect since he was a child. There is no peace even after death.

He has worked hard, and he also begged Wandao League to give his Wen family justice, but among the five elders with real power in Wandao League, there is someone from the Hengshan Sword Sect.

Niang said, let him go to the East Territory and look for Wuji Palace, that is the place where the ancestors stayed before they died. I just hope that the master of Wuji Palace can remember something about their Wen family, and don't let Wen Yan have nowhere to go.

Wen Yan didn't know where the Wuji Palace was, and he didn't know what kind of person the owner of the Wuji Palace was, but he felt that Moxiu was sinister and ruthless, at least on the bright side, even if he died, he could die clearly, unlike these A son of the righteous way who is full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, murders and punishes his heart, and even refuses to give him the coffin!

"Wipe it off." Ning Qing handed Wen Yan a handkerchief, "If you don't go, don't go, each has its own way, you are still young, the road ahead is open, and Ling Yunzhi will be paid in the future."

"Thank you Uncle Ning..." Wen Yan hastily wiped away his tears, and now he felt embarrassed after crying, "Why are you here, senior brothers?"

"Bring my senior brother back to the sect." Ning Qing said concisely.

"Is it convenient to bring me with you? I don't think I can get out of this forest by myself..." Wen Yan became more and more embarrassed.

"We're going to the Everlasting Demon Palace, are you sure?" Mo Lingyun asked him.

"I'm going there too!" Wen Yan's eyes lit up, and finally met his first good news in many days.

"Row."

Promise Palace Dungeon

"Your senior brother is here to save you." Chunqiu stated through the prison door. The spies reported that Jing Rong and the others had entered the boundary of Wuji Palace. Although she wanted to throw Lin Wudu out, all the people from Xuantianzong came. What if she doesn't want to pay interest.

"Ah? What?" Lin Wuduan was taken aback. He ate and drank well every day and there were people who were willing to listen to him chant sutras. If Chunqiu hadn't reminded him, he would have almost forgotten that he was in prison.

"Your fellow disciples are here to save you." Chunqiu repeated, although Lin Wuduan was one of the chief disciples of the six peaks of Xuantianzong, she suddenly felt that this guy was worthless.

"No need, I haven't crossed over to you, Miss Chunqiu." Lin Wuduan waved his hand, speaking righteously.

Chunqiu's expression changed when he heard that he had been reciting menstruation for several times and barely vomited blood, "How long do you want to stay in my Promise Palace?!"

"When you are influenced to be good, girl." Lin Wuduan looked at her.

"What girl, I'm your ancestor!" Chunqiu swears, she didn't curse anyone, counting her seniority, according to her age, she is really Lin Wuduan's ancestor.

"Girl, it's not a matter of ancestry or not." Lin Wuduan thought about it seriously, "I won't leave if I haven't achieved my goal."

"You will never be able to achieve it." Chunqiu frowned, "The dignified disciple of Qingyue Peak, you are happy to eat and drink in my Promise Palace, aren't you?"

"It seems to be okay?" Lin Wuduan answered quite rigorously, "I am very happy when I think that Miss Du can be kind to you."

"Cross me? Is it really just like that?" Chunqiu was too lazy to argue with this deadhead, she looked at him through the wooden fence, but just hooked her fingers, and the handkerchief Lin Wuduan hid in her bosom fell to her Put it in your hand, "This thing I threw away, what are you doing with it so well?"

"..." Lin Wuduan was dumbfounded for a moment, he stared at the handkerchief in Chunqiu's hand, but couldn't find a reason why he kept Chunqiu's handkerchief.

Chunqiu looked at him, showing a mocking smile, and said, "Taoist priest, are you here to ferry me, or..."

"then what?"

"I fell in love with me." Chunqiu let go of his hand, and the handkerchief fell to the ground.

Lin Wuduan's heart tightened, and he wanted to pick up the handkerchief. He patted the ashes on it, frowned and asked in puzzlement, "What is liking?"

"Love is haunting, not thinking about food and drink, all I want to do is to run to her." Chunqiu was still smiling, his eyes full of teasing, "No way, you are a big disciple of Qingyue Peak, how can you love her?" What about the last demon girl?"

Lin Wudu was dumbfounded. In some matters, Chunqiu was extraordinarily bold and ostentatious, making him seem like a young boy who didn't know much about the world.

In fact, the same is true. Master never taught him what liking is. Qingyue Peak disciples don’t need such things. It’s not that there are branches of Taoism that can be married, such as Zhongnan Temple, but Qingyue Peak’s disciples are forbidden to marry. They don’t need it. understand this kind of thing.

Do you like it...he doesn't know...

Lin Wuduan was questioned by Chunqiu, she was finally dumb these two days, Chunqiu also found the long-lost comfort, she felt that Lin Wuduan could exchange money, at least he was the chief disciple of one of the six main peaks of Xuantianzong, so he should be able to exchange a lot yes.

Chunqiu's thoughts were broken when Jing Rong and the others arrived, the young man rushed out, knelt on the ground and bowed heavily to her, "Wen Yan, a child of the Wen family, begs the Palace Master to take him in!"

Chunqiu just raised his hand stiffly, "Wen what?"

"Wen Yan, a member of the Wen family." The young man bowed deeply and didn't get up.

Wen... Wen Shi, Wen Yu.

A corner of the memory that had been dusty for thousands of years was suddenly torn open. Wenyu, that gentle and beautiful woman, would call her Eleven Girl Wenyu.

She was the only witness of Wen Yu and Yang Ji's wedding, and it was Wen Yu who pushed her away with red eyes, "Miss Eleven, I don't have a long life, so go away..."

It was Wen Yu and Yang Ji who used their lives to carve out a bloody path for her.

Thousands of years later, everything is still as clear as yesterday.

Chunqiu withdrew his hand, looked coldly at Ning Qing and his party, "You guys, what do you want to trade him for, just tell me."

This is Wenyu's clan, how could she not care about it.

Ning Qing was taken aback, knowing that Chunqiu had misunderstood them, thinking that they were threatening her by grabbing Wen Yan, he shook his head, "We are just traveling with Fellow Daoist Wen, and we have no other intentions."

"Is it really that simple?" Chunqiu didn't believe it, and motioned Zhu Luo to bring Wen Yan in first.

"That's the truth." Ning Qing replied neither humble nor overbearing, "We are here only for Brother Wudu."

"Then you take him away." Chunqiu waved his hand, and Lin Wuduan who was wrapped into a rice dumpling was thrown out, and the gate of Wuji Palace closed instantly.

This exchange was a bit simple, too sloppy, and it seemed that their chief disciple of Qingyue Peak was worthless.

But that's what she did in her eleventh year of age!