Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Wen Jing screamed in his heart that it was not good, so he quickened his pace and came to the shade of a snow mountain.The scenery of Hengtian Gate is all snow-capped mountains in winter, vigorous and desolate, almost the same, it is hard to see what it is.

The cold wind howled, and the long hair fluttered and messed up.

Among the scattered luminous stones, a person lay down on the ground, and a figure stood with his back to him.

The figure was hidden in the darkness, blurred and hard to identify.Wen Jing looked at it for a long time, but couldn't make out the outline of the man.

Blood was flowing on the ground, and a man was lying curled up, his distorted face lying next to the blue luminous stone, reflecting like a dying ghost.He gritted his teeth and was full of fear: "It turns out that you... Yun Shaoyi... should have killed you..."

Wen Jing was so excited that he could hear his own heart beating.

Yun Shaoyi!

It turned out to be him!

This name is none other than the ten-year-old boy in Guiyun Palace who had a violent outburst of demons and caused more than four hundred people to die tragically.Must be him?How many Yun Shaoyis are there in this world, and all of them have magic energy?

After the system gave Wen Jing the reminder of "Changsun Shaoyi", he tried his best to find all relevant people.When he came across the name "Yun Shaoyi" by chance, he certainly didn't let it go.

Didn't Yun Shaoyi die tragically with his family back then?How did you escape?

Now it seems that "Changsun Shaoyi" and "Yun Shaoyi" are very likely to be the same person. Why did they change their surnames? What is the meaning of the word "eldest grandson"?

The slender back ignored the man on the ground, the long sword pierced through and pierced into his heart.The man's body hung down like a puppet with its strings broken, lying on the snow, motionless.

Wen Jing was full of fear, poised his head to look, only hoping that the figure would turn his head so that he could see clearly who this person was.

The man wiped his sword in the night, but he flew away in the moonlight without turning his head.

Wen Jing didn't dare to catch up, his mind was in a mess, and he waited for the figure to walk away before coming to the front of the corpse.The blood was all over the white snow, and the man's body was covered with scattered sword marks. He had no tricks, and he couldn't see any moves. He only relied on his profound cultivation to cut the sword deeply into the man's body, as if he was full of blood. hate.

The cultivation base of the sword caster just now is at least in the golden core stage.

If the system can continue to give him reminders, if this continues, he is very likely to find out the identity of "Yun Shaoyi".

Wen Jing calmed down for a moment in the howling cold wind, and quickly ran to the residence.

The arrow returning along the original path flew for a long time, Wen Jing carefully entered through the window, Jun Yanzhi had not returned, and there was no trace of popularity in the room.He looked around, took off his clothes calmly, got into the thick quilt, and stared blankly at the roof.

He hesitated for a while, then pulled off the obscene clothes again, the same appearance as before he went out.

Yun Shaoyi was less than ten years old before he annihilated his family, but now sixteen or seventeen years later, he should be about the same age as He Ling and Jun Yanzhi.There are too many people of this age, with thousands of thoughts and buzzing in their heads, chaotically like hundreds of flies flying around.

Not long after, there was a slight noise from the window, and Wen Jing quickly fell down on the bed and closed his eyes.

The man landed in the room lightly, almost silently, took off his clothes and went to bed.The cold air could penetrate through the quilt, Jun Yanzhi took advantage of the situation and lay down in his arms, found a comfortable position to lean against, and remained motionless.

A small cold wind swirled through Wen Jing's heart.He half supported his body and sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes: "Brother, where did you go just now?"

Jun Yanzhi's face changed slightly, but he immediately returned to normal: "Are you awake?" He didn't care, and lay down on his back and said, "I just went to practice swords, and the test is about to start, I can't sleep these few nights .”

"Oh."

"Go to sleep, I won't say more." After speaking, she turned over and ignored him.

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The next morning, the sky was a bit gloomy.

Jun Yanzhi was pillowed in Wen Jing's arms, his thoughts were chaotic, and he didn't sleep well all night.The blue shadows under his eyes were too thick to melt away, like a malnourished imp.

"Morning brother." He greeted, top-heavy.

"You are not in good spirits." Jun Yanzhi said lightly.

"I have a headache." Wen Jing covered his forehead in a concealed manner, revealing a half-green and half-white face, "I am at the peak of the thirteenth floor, and occasionally my true energy is full of agitation, just practice the sword."

"If you don't visit Hengtianmen today, go practice your sword." Jun Yanzhi picked up the heavy long sword he used for practicing swords.

"Hmm." Wen Jing lifted his long sword listlessly and went out.

Holding a sword, he easily forgets his troubles. Even though he only knew one move "Qingsong Guidance", he didn't feel embarrassed. He found a small corner in the snow next to his residence and practiced that move all day long.

He Ling stood shoulder to shoulder with Jun Yanzhi, standing by the window and watching.

Jun Yanzhi was thoughtful, and said softly: "This kid puts himself into sword practice terribly, and may achieve higher achievements than you and me in the future."

He Ling's face was as cold as a piece of ice, but there seemed to be a small flame in his eyes: "It's not a possibility, it's a certainty."

This sentence made Jun Yanzhi suddenly depressed, and he couldn't tell why.Just as he was about to speak, he was caught off guard by a sudden pain in his head, like a spoon scooping out his brain, trying to devour him one spoon at a time.He immediately forcibly suppressed the pain, but his body tensed involuntarily.

"What's wrong with you?" The momentary disordered breath made He Ling feel that something was wrong, and turned to look at him.

Jun Yanzhi's expression returned to indifference: "It's nothing, what did Second Senior Brother say?"

"Others wield swords, but they feel superb after only swinging tens of thousands of times, and there is nothing to practice. After the master ordered him to swing fifty thousand swords, he felt that it was not enough, and he swung another seventy to eighty thousand swords, just for the sake of true energy and sword power. It's not that others don't want to, but they can't grasp the subtle difference when the true energy and the sword are united, and gradually give up. But he swings the sword all day long, as if in a state of ecstasy, with no distracting thoughts in his mind. His thoughts are pure, Only then can the heart and the sword be united. Where the heart goes, the true energy will come along with the trend, and when it merges with the sword, this is the foundation of swordsmanship."

"I have been practicing swords for several years, but I have never reached his level." Jun Yanzhi lowered his head.

He Ling said nonchalantly: "You practice "Deadwood Sword Art" and "Fengchun Zhenjue", which are difficult and difficult to cultivate, with many changes, and you rely on your talent and understanding. Although this kid has a pure heart, his understanding is not very deep, so he can't practice it. Your swordsmanship. Before the Nascent Soul, you were stronger than him. After entering the Nascent Soul, this kid is probably unmatched."

Jun Yanzhi pursed his lips lightly: "Second senior brother said yes. I don't know what kind of swordsmanship master is going to teach him?"

He Ling frowned, and said angrily, "I don't know everything either."

Jun Yanzhi: "..."

Nothing happened during the day, but at night Wen Jing felt sleepy when his head touched the pillow.His eyes gradually turned black, and a strange sleepiness enveloped his whole body, which he couldn't refuse at all.He clearly wanted to stay awake, why did he fall asleep again?

Nothing happened tonight.

The next day, Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi went out with the hospitality disciples of Hengtianmen to enjoy the spectacular beauty of Hengtian Mountains together.Whether the beautiful scenery is magnificent, Wen Jing has no intention of appreciating it, what he misses is the people who died in the mountains.The article said that when Jun Yanzhi met Qi Jingshan's body while traveling with his disciples, he kept it in his heart all the time.

Jun Yanzhifei said beside him: "Junior brother seems to be a little out of his mind."

"Head, headache." Wen Jing clutched his head.

"There is a sword stone, shaped like a sword holding up the sky..." The disciple of Hengtianmen pointed to a towering, twisted, warped sword boulder that could barely be called a wart, "We..."

A disciple who looked fifteen or sixteen years old flew over from Linshan, with delicate features, dressed in the light gray tights of Hengtian Sect disciples, and panicked like a cat that couldn't find its way: "Brother, I saw, saw Qi Peak Master, Peak Master's corpse, corpse!"

"What nonsense!" The hospitality disciple scolded angrily, "This place is full of guests, calm down!"

The young disciple was scolded, he hesitated and stopped in front of the leading disciple, scratched his head and said, "He is really dead. Senior brother, follow me to see! There are so many swords chopped off his body, like chopping meat. Yes, not even a trace of breath."

He pointed to a jagged boulder in Linshan: "It's right in front of that boulder!"

The others looked in the direction he pointed. The boulder was covered with thorns and desolate. It seemed to be spattered with blood. A body lying behind the thorns was faintly visible, curled up and twisted indistinctly.

The hospitality disciple is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and has not yet established a foundation. He was a little panicked when he encountered this kind of thing, and said to everyone: "I have something to do in my sect, everyone go back to your residence first, and I will take everyone out on a trip someday." The disciple said: "Don't yell, you can see clearly that it's Peak Master Qi? Did you miss it?"

"I've been working here for more than a year, how could I be mistaken? Master Qi even rewarded me with a few plants of unknown name a few days ago." The disciple defended unwillingly.

"It's Yun vanilla, it can remove your body odor." The leading disciple gritted his teeth and followed him away.

"How can I have a strange smell? Senior brother doesn't believe in smelling it."

"..."

Wen Jing poked his head and glanced at the boulder. The corpse could not be seen clearly, but the place and the outline of the rock were absolutely correct.When the light dims, it must be a desolate place that night.

In other words, it was Qi Jingshan who Yun Shaoyi killed that night.If Wen Jing can find out Yun Shaoyi's identity, he can find out Mo Xiu.

"Junior Brother, your head doesn't hurt anymore?" Jun Yanzhi's inquisitive gaze rested on Wen Jing's face, "Your face is a little red..."

"Head, headache." Wen Jing put away his excited expression, covered his head and said, "Brother, leave me alone, I'll be fine in a while."

Qi Jingshan's death was like a stone sinking into the sea, and Hengtianmen didn't reveal a word, but the Hengtianmen disciples walking around Wenjing's residence became more and more frequent. .

Another two days passed quietly, and everything was as usual.

After two days of stability, just when Wen Jing began to feel uneasy, in the middle of the night, Wen Jing was woken up again by the sound of an alarm piercing his head.

"The magic correction is in action, please go and check the host immediately!"

Wen Jing woke up drowsily, touched it, the bed was empty and cold, and Jun Yanzhi had long since disappeared.He thought about it, Senior Brother Jun was delicate and weak, and suffered from insomnia in the middle of the night, maybe he couldn't sleep again, and he didn't know where to practice sword hard.Wen Jing didn't have time to think about it, picked up the heavy long sword, dressed impatiently and went out.This opportunity is too rare, and he only has two precious invisibility charms left, so he must find out the true face of Yun Shaoyi.

After walking a few steps in the snow, he saw He Ling, dressed in white, flying over from a distance.He fell to the ground, looked at Wen Jing with a frown, and said coldly, "What are you going to do? Where are you going?"

Wen Jing was a little anxious: "Second Senior Brother, leave me alone."

Why don't Jun Yanzhi and He Ling sleep, like nocturnal owls, wandering around in the snow in the middle of the night?

"What are you doing out late at night? Where's your brother Jun?"

"Not here!"

He Ling snorted softly and grabbed Wen Jing's collar: "Go back to sleep."

Wen Jing said angrily, "Let go of me! I have something urgent to do!"

He struggled hard and sacrificed an invisibility talisman.He Ling's reaction was faster, and he flew up contemptuously to hold the magic talisman in his hand. The speed was amazing.Wen Jing called out "How dare you!", and anxiously pulled He Ling's arm, and suddenly there was a soft sound, and the figures of the two disappeared into the air.

He Ling held Wen Jing's wrist, his voice was low but trembling: "Where did you get this kind of invisibility talisman? Take it back to sleep!"

Wen Jing was extremely anxious, and was terrified by He Ling again. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's probably God's will to bump into the second senior brother tonight. Forget it, I will take the second senior brother to see someone tonight."

"who?"

Wen Jing pulled him: "You don't need to say any more, just go and have a look."