Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

The end of the trial of Bafeng Cliff is similar to the original text.

Jun Yanzhi waited for a day before the export tactics. Liu Qianmo and others finally arrived. Everyone’s heart fell on a large stone, but only fortunate that there was no accident. Li Shu and the Kuching Equality people saw the horrible and strange scene of the cave, their faces alternating green and white, almost spit out.

After everyone calmed down, Wen Jing said something about what happened in those days.

The nine disciples Bai Xiaoping was timid and rarely spoke. At this moment, he was a little surprised: "Is the Yuanmu Lingshi found by us?"

Jun Yanzhi took Lingshi out and saw that the Lingshi was only slightly larger than the earrings worn by the girl, but the aura was very rich. Looking up to the sun, there seems to be something flowing slowly in the Lingshi, showing a light green, colorful streamer.

The disciples of Hui Shifeng have never seen good things, and Liu Qianmo and others still stand the shelf, not a small family. A few young people looked at it faintly and looked at it, and he was very impressed.

Li Shu smiled: "This Lingshi was actually found by us. This time it can be considered as proud."

Liu Qian’s heart is bitter: "Unfortunately, Master has retired. Even if we win a pass for Hui Shifeng, Master does not know."

Going to the heart of the wall, whispered: "Even if he knows, how can it? It will not be a serious matter."

Peng Shao quickly said: "Don't talk nonsense."

Everyone is silent.

Kuching said: "Since I found ‘Yimu’, then the brothers and the younger brothers must have one person to inherit and who to inherit?”

Liu Qianmo looked at Mo Shaoyan and whispered: "Go back and say this."

Mo Shaoyan looked at it silently, but lowered his eyes silently. He knew that since the "Yuanmu Lingshi" was found by Jun Yan, most of them were passed down by the brothers. Moreover, most of the disciples who have been passed down must become the next peak. The talents and masters of the brothers are much better than themselves. There must be no hope for them.

Even if I don’t have much hope at the beginning, I know that I am not suitable to be an heir, but I still have such a lucky feeling, I hope that there will be a moment of scenery. Today, the fantasy is shattered, although the surface is happy for the brothers, but the heart is still sour.

Li Shu put his arm on the shoulder of Mo Shaoyan and sighed and said: "It's not ours. It's useless. I have figured it out. I can't build a foundation in this life. I don't build a foundation. It’s also a lifetime? We can live a hundred years old, which is a long life in the world.”

Mo Shaoyan said with a smile: "Don't let the masters hear when you are lazy and not practicing, and there will be a summit meeting after one year."

Li Shu said: "We are a full-fledged person. When you come out, you can do it."

The heart of the wall is eccentrically said: "Master, the disciple of Hong Xiufeng said, "We have passed down a scroll in Master, is there such a thing?"

Wen Jing looked up slightly and looked at him.

Duan Xuan once passed on an ancient scroll? Why didn't you mention it in the text?

Liu Qianmu frowned: "If someone else says something, you can't believe it."

He Lingdao: "What happened?"

Li Shudao: "When we passed through Changchun Valley, we encountered a disciple of Hong Xiufeng. There was a dispute in one sentence. One of the disciples said: 'Your master had passed down an ancient scroll in his early years, but he could not keep it! What are you rushing with us now? 'The disciple was immediately rebuked by the big disciple of Hong Xiufeng and told him to shut up."

He Ling raised his eyebrows: "You didn't fight with them?"

Liu Qianmo said angrily: "You and the four divisions are not there. Only one of them is built. What do you want to fight? Do you want them to have broken arms and broken legs?"

In the heart of the wall: "I just want to know, have we passed the ancient scroll before Master?"

Liu Qianmo looked at him coldly: "If you want to know, you are going to ask Master, how do I know?"

The heart is licking the lips and not talking.

Kuching Ping said curiously: "After the integration of the ancient scrolls and the monks' consciousness, they will not stay?"

Peng Shao said: "...not clear. Only if the disciple of Hong Xiufeng said this, there must be something to do."

The heart of the heart whispered: "I think I am afraid that it is the peak of Hong Xiufeng, Zhao Yuntian said privately to his apprentices - talking about the cool words in the back, hateful."

He Ling is cold.

Liu Qian is bitter in his heart and whispers: "Even if it is true, it is a long time ago. We cultivate ours, regardless of what others say."

Wen Jing said: "Zhao Shishu's character is strong, and he is bound to win. I think the disciples under his door have also been forced to be miserable. This time I can't find Yuanmu Lingshi, I don't know if I will be punished."

Peng Shao hit the round field: "Yes, that's right, I want to do so much? Let's find out the distant wood stone, it's just when we are proud of it, we are afraid not to mad at them? Don't say anything else..."

The atmosphere gradually eased, Wenjing handed Yuanmu Lingshi to Jun Yanzhi: "Sister?"

Jun Yanzhi is aiming at the piles of corpses in the distance, and hears Wen Jing talking to him, turning his head and looking at him, but after a while he returns to God: "... um."

Wen Jing raised his eyebrows: "...what?"

Jun Yan's head, his shoulders trembled slightly, and the Lingshi was collected.

Four hundred and sixty-seven people’s lives...

Most people are indeed dead in their own hands...

There is nothing wrong with the rumors, and he is really a devil who is not enough to die.

Without further ado, Liu Qianmo left with his disciples and returned to the murder of Baxian Cliff. After hearing the words, I immediately sent a message to Shuiyue Palace.

In a few days, the disciples who went to the Bafeng Cliff trials all came back, and all of them were downcast. They heard that Hui Shifeng had found "Yuanmu Lingshi", and all of them were not in the upper and lower positions. The disciples of Hong Xiufeng still cried and cried.

The ancient scroll inheritors are often higher than the same door, so they are mostly peaks. But occasionally someone is really difficult to be a big man, he will give the position of the peak to others, and he will help from the side, or just a shocking effect.

For a time, the Qingxu Jianzong was circulated all over the place, and Jun Yanzhi was only afraid of being the next peak of Hui Shifeng.

The first thing that Wen Jing went home, naturally took out a few monster beasts, and while feeding the big turtle, he fed it. I thought that the giant python would come. I didn't expect to wait until the middle of the night, so I put the monster fruit on the table and went to sleep.

Sleeping halfway in a confused way, I only felt that the bed suddenly fell, and there was something huge that climbed up.

The silky body plunges into the quilt and slowly rolls him, getting tighter and tighter.

Wen Jing patted its head: "...you are really..." More and more noble and glamorous.

The tongue was spit on the neck of Wen Jing, and the top of his body was opened with a head, and the snake tail hung tightly around his thigh.

"...How do you sleep like this?"

The head of the serpent was in the arms of Wen Jing, quietly spitting a letter, grinding for a while, and finally releasing his body.

Wen Jing touched its head: "When are you willing to be my monster?"

"Oh--" The snake body twisted on the body of Wen Jing.

"What are you shy about? We are all sleeping in a bed."

"咝咝-"

“‘咝咝’ is promise or not, huh?”

"咝咝-"

Wen Jing touched the head of the serpent: "Sleep."

"Hey--" The serpent looked for a comfortable posture on the bed and entangled Wenjing.

After a long period of hard work, after all, the enemy is not sleepy, and Wen Jing and the giant scorpion sleep with each other.

On the sixth day after returning from Bafeng Cliff, Xi Fang put together the ten disciples of Hui Shifeng in the Qing Dynasty Hall.

Put a gentle face and gentleness: "Since you have found ‘Yuanmu Lingshi’, you should be owned by Hui Shifeng. Which one can you choose to inherit?”

As everyone knows, today is just to come and go, and in the matter of reason, it should be inherited by Jun Yan.

Liu Qianmo stepped forward with a low head and coughed, but said something that broke the eyeglasses: "We decided to negotiate, and Mo Shaoyan inherited."

Mo Shaoyan froze.

The eyes of Hui Shifeng’s people turned to Jun Yanzhi, but they saw him calm and gentle, standing, not shocked, no surprise.

The smile on the table was also slightly, but after all, he was the lord of the Qingxu Jianzong. He slowly said: "In this case, he will be called to the Tibetan Pavilion tomorrow and accept the inheritance."

As soon as he came out of the Qing Dynasty Hall, Mo Shaoyan seized the arm of Jun Yan and said with excitement: "Thank you for your brother!"

Jun Yan’s faint smile: “A small matter.”

"Why did the brothers give me the inheritance?" Mo Shaoyan blushing excitedly.

Jun Yan’s smile said: “I have built a foundation. If you have this inheritance, you may not be able to make a knot. You have not built a foundation. This inheritance is very important to you.”

"That, there is always better than no." Who doesn't want good things? Who would be too much?

"It is not necessary to say more, it is a foregone conclusion."

Hui Shifeng everyone smiled and looked.

Liu Qianmo said with a smile: "Last night, your brother came to my room and persuaded me. But although you are a successor, you should not think too much about the position of the peak, but also listen to Master's instructions."

Mo Shaoyan has been slow to speak, and now he is increasingly excited to say incoherence: "I know, I don't want the position of the peak owner at all."

Peng Shao sighed and said: "Overview of the Qing dynasty swords and even the entire bamboo wind country, do not say the inheritance of the ancestral masters, even for a magic weapon, the same goal brothers have a lot of anti-purpose. Jun Shidi this move is really rare ""

Liu Qianmo also said happily: "If Hui Shifeng has continued this trend, it is really gratifying."

Jun Yan laughs without saying.

For more than a decade, he has been careful and afraid to attract attention. However, from today, he can no longer be quiet.

He is not rare, but if he can have a good reputation, he will have nothing to lose.

He looked at Wen Jing, his eyes fell on the handsome face of the young, and immediately removed.

How is one person, can the younger brother accept?

If you can accept it, tell him; if you can't accept it, you will always stare at him.

In any case, be with him.

Wen Jing thought about another thing.

With Yuanmu Lingshi, there is no bottleneck in the practice of the woods of the monarchs. From now on, he will go straight all the way, without worrying about himself.

What he is worried about is only one thing - how to save the lives of the disciples of Hui Shifeng.

The penultimate chapter in the text describes the destruction of Hui Shifeng. At that time, Jun Yan’s departure was not able to be rushed back. Everyone was like the Shuiyue Palace disciple in the Eight Winds Cliffs, and his mind was dysfunctional and killed by himself.

In other words, this matter does not depend on it.

Just don't know if the system that doesn't live too much is useful?

He is not a Virgin, nor does he have much ability to manage too many people's lives. But since he started on the first day of the peak, he must not let these people die.

Therefore, he practiced harder and harder.

Finally, Mo Shaoyan passed on.

The news spread in the Qingxu Jianzong, causing a voice of discussion.

The inheritance of one of the eight ancient scrolls was thus handed over, and there was not even a single dispute. Jun Yan is so generous, Jian Zong is up to the peak of the Lord, down to the ordinary disciples, they feel some incredible.

If this person is not a saint who truly loves his younger brother, he is a hopeless fool.

At the age of twenty-four, he has been building a foundation for three years, and he is gentle and courteous...

Such a young talent, how to look like a fool.

Even Tian Hengfeng is quietly spreading, even if it is known as the love of the younger brother, it may not be so modest. What's more, some people sighed that the humility of ignoring people does not harm their own interests, but it is a matter of raising their hands, and the humility of Jun Yanzhi cannot be compared.

Giving what you don't need is alms; and giving out what others want is the real giving.

Therefore, the name of Jun Yan, as long as it is mentioned in the Qingxu Jianzong, gives people a feeling of comfort.

Not to mention that this person has the appearance and temperament of the dust.

Only this point will convince the younger disciples.

Everyone is thinking, how has such a look and high morality been obscured before?

This naturally caused dissatisfaction and suspicion of some people.

Although the people admire nothing on the surface, as far as the heart thinks, only he himself knows.

The Eight Winds and Cliffs secrets can only be opened for 30 or 40 days. The 12th house of the Shuiyue Palace sent people to go to Bafeng Cliff to inspect, and the body of the 68 practicing disciples and 15 Zhuji disciples will be collected. Go back. After all the scars on the body were checked, it was believed that the disciples had killed each other and were not suspicious.

The reason why the disciples will kill each other, but can not find out.

According to speculation, the disciples may have inhaled a kind of "soul".

This kind of □ is extremely difficult to manufacture. It requires dozens of rare spiritual grass refining systems, and a kind of spiritual grass called “three insect roots” is cited. This kind of spirit grass can be skillfully grown on the Eight Winds Cliff. After the water moon palace disciple is poisoned outside the secret environment, he smells the fragrance of the "three insect roots", so the poisonous hair is disfigured and it is very likely. As for the reason, or someone taking the opportunity to weaken the power of the Shuiyue Palace, or the meaning of warning, it cannot be determined.

The Shuiyue Palace is as vigilant as the enemy.

..................

The system upgrade information, and sure enough, arrived on time after one month.

"Please note that the system upgrade failed and remains unchanged.

Cause: The data is too large to be calculated.

Upgrade conditions: Host Dan.

At present, there is danger in the pipeline, but unfortunately the system cannot make judgments for the host. Now provide the host with an unanalyzable data, please keep the host away from danger and ensure its own safety. ”

The youngest monk in the history of Zhufengguo is a water system. He was a forty-five-year-old, and he was known as the pride of the bamboo wind country.

Even if Wen Jing is even more powerful than the arrogant son of Tian, ​​he can be Dan at the age of 30. At that time, the disciples of Hui Shifeng have already died.

So he adjusted the "unanalyzable data" provided by the system.

A box pops up in my mind.

"Long Sun Shaoyi."

Wen Jing has never heard of the name "Long Sun Shaoyi", both in the book and in this world. However, since this is the only hint given by the system, he must check it out.

Everyday practice is urgent, but Jun Yanzhi also visits the big turtle from time to time. He is quiet and quiet, sometimes only risotto.

Wen Jing found that Jun Yan has a small preference.

One day, he gave the big turtle a red cherry-sized fruit and placed it on the bed. This kind of fruit is picked from the cliff's tree. It is sour and sweet, and the taste is very good. The big turtle is very fond of it.

Wen Jing went back to the door and turned back, the red fruit had already been eaten. The big turtle looked at the empty plate and did not move. Wen Jing is a bit strange, asking the gentleman who sits next to him: "How can I eat it all at once?"

Jun Yan said faintly: "Maybe like it."

Wen Jing frowned, and gave the big turtle a plate to go out. When he went to the door, he glanced at it, but he saw Jun Yan’s picking up a red fruit and sent it to his mouth.

Even with the big turtle to grab something to eat...

He finally found out that Jun Yanzhi likes to eat some small fruits, which are bigger than jujube, smaller than longan, just like the cherry-sized red fruit. When Wen Jing didn't give him out, he didn't want it, but as soon as he came out, he would fall into his mouth one by one.

Wen Jing has sewed a small pocket for him. He is filled with small fruit fruit on weekdays and hung around his waist. He can take it out at any time.

........................

Spring went to summer, the weather turned hot, and Jun Yan went down the mountain to work, and did not return to the mountains for more than two months.

On this day, Wen Jing was practicing in the courtyard, and the aura of the surrounding was surging, and the sky fell down alone.

Wen Jing was caught off guard and was shocked.

"Master, Master?"

I haven't seen Duan Xuan for half a year. Sure enough, my face has grown thick scum, my hair is messy, and I don't trim the edges. The lines on his face condensed like a blade, leaving a copy.

"...Xie Master." Wen Jing realized that Duan Xuan was teaching the technique and quickly picked it up.

Duan Xuan said nothing, turned and flew away.

It is a top-level auxiliary system that works with warm-yang physique. It aims to mobilize warm and yang, making it easy to use.

Wen Jingxi does not win, carefully study the experience.

He had to admit that Duan Xuan’s strange way of education had some effect. He was originally low in savvy, but after half a year, he carefully studied the difficult words of the gongfa method, and his comprehension was slowly improved.

The so-called change does not leave his ancestors, and he has a deep impression of what he has learned and what is easy to learn.

It is strange to say that after this time, Duan Xuan came to check his practice every few days. Although he just stood by and watched for a while, he also let Wen Jing sit like a needle felt and felt like a whip behind him. I dare not have the slightest scorn.

In less than a month, Wen Jing used to evoke the warmth of the body, the heat of the sea, the sweating, and the teeth persisted for half a day, only feeling unconscious and restless.

When I was uncomfortable, I only felt a cool breath coming from my shoulder.

After a while, the heat in the body gradually faded. Wen Jing opened his eyes and saw a man in Tsing Yi standing next to him. The slender phoenix eyes looked at him.

Jun Yanzhi pulled Wen Jing up and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "How could this be?"

Wen Jing then said what Duan Xuan had sent, and said: "Probably because these days are eager for success, cultivation is too fierce."

"The summit will start after half a year. I think Master wants to open a small stove for you." Jun Yanzhi’s face slowed down and said faintly, "It seems to be eight layers of practice."

Wen Jing condenses the god, runs the aura for a week, and suddenly said: "I have eight layers of air."

Jun Yan nodded: "...wells very quickly."

"I will cook for you." Wen Jing rushed to the kitchen with pleasure.

After the two had finished their dinner, Jun Yanzhi played with the big turtle on the bed for a long time, but he didn’t mean to go. Instead, he pressed the green shirt on his body and was crumpled.

In the courtyard, Wen Jing pulled down the washed clothes and said to the room: "Senior brother, I went to the mountain waterfall to take a shower. When you leave, the door is closed."

The eyes of Jun Yan’s eyes hang down, taking a red fruit bite out of the small bag on the waist, and understatement: “I want to wash, go with you.”

Wen Jing looked at the slender figure that appeared from the door: "Oh... good."

The wind was cool in the summer night, and the two walked in the mountains one by one. Wen Jing said: "Senior brother, this time, the things that have been done are all done?"

Jun Yanzhi’s gaze hangs: “It’s done.”

"That's good……"

After a while, the two came to the waterfall down the river.

The moonlight is like water, and the light is scattered on the surface of the lake.

The splash of water splashed on the body, wet the clothes, and Jun Yan slowly untied the green shirt on his body, revealing a sturdy figure.

Wen Jing put down the clean clothes, looked up and looked at him, and immediately looked dizzy and stared at him.

The man's gown in front of him fell, only the middle of the coat, the neckline opened, revealing a beautiful collarbone. His clothes were wet and stuck to his body with his hair, and he squinted: "The younger brother..."

"Well, huh?"

At this moment, Wen Jing is like a little beast with a hairy feeling. He has the urge to pounce on his bite and clench his fist.

"Teacher, why don't you take off your clothes?" The voice was light and gentle.

"I……"

"come on."

"Brother, you, you still wash yourself, I, I go back to the room to wash..."

After that, the head did not fly back and ran away.

Jun Yan’s undressed hand stopped immediately.

He looked at the back of the emperor's escape, his face gradually gloomy, and then iron, cold and casually rinse, put on clothes.

Two and a half months of hard work, I want to be able to hold a kiss, but this kid is afraid of becoming like this.

Fifteen and a half... Is it still too early?

Jun Yanzhi returned to Wenjing's room along the original road, only to see the lamp dim, the teenager was sitting on the bed and rubbing his wet hair.

"Hey...jun brother?"

Jun Yanzhi resumed the elegant fairy posture and picked up the storage bag on the table: "I will get something. You sleep."

He said, he walked to Wenjing, touched the big turtle on the side, and inadvertently spit out a breath on Wenjing's face.

"I'm leaving."

While talking, I went out.

Wen Jing sat waiting for the hair to dry, but slowly some upper and lower eyelids fight. He lay down sleepily and turned over on the bed, and in a short while there was no movement.

The door made a slight switch, and a slender figure slowly entered from the outside, giving a small aura to the big turtle on the bed.

The head of the big turtle moved and desperately climbed down from the bed, eager to move to the door.

Jun Yanzhi looked at the sleeping teenager for a while, extinguished the lamp on the table, went to bed, held Wenjing in his arms, and gently rubbed his hair.

Going out for two and a half months, I figured out a lot of things. At this moment, he only wants to hold this boy to sleep.

He put Wen Jing's body on the bed and kissed his lips in a hurry. The hand with the shackles penetrated into the clothes, ringing his narrow waist and stroking his smooth skin.

The thing underneath slowly looked up.

Jun Yanzhi gasped and kissed deeper and raged in his mouth.

This is the first time he has this feeling.

I want to put him through, suppress, and put together.

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