Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

"I don't know, it should be the person who slashed the sword." Jun Yanzhi looked down and thought for a while. "I am just guessing... Hengyang Palace has a history of more than 2,000 years, and there is no "five elements". I have some doubts about the source and record of the book. Actually, there is no evidence at all."

Wen Jing suddenly remembered one thing and asked: "Your real name is Chang Sun Shaoyi. How did this surname come from?"

Jun Yanzhi also frowned: "I also wanted to ask you, how do you know the name of "Long Sun"?"

Wen Jing thought that he was so close to him, and there was no need to hide anything. He said: "My life experience is a bit strange. If I say it, you should never think that I am thinking."

Jun Yan seems to laugh and laugh: "Yeah."

Wen Jing thought about it and said, "It will take several hours to say it. It is better to go back and sit down and say."

Jun Yanzhi smiled and pulled his hand: "Go!"

The two of them returned to the small inn in less than a moment, and Jun Yan called the buddy to come to a jar of wine and a few dishes, and drink in the room with Wen Jing. Wen Jing did not drink very often, and he resigned a few words. Jun Yanzhi said lightly: "If you don't drink, I will feed you."

In a word, Wen Jing blushes.

After a few glasses of wine, Wen Jing pulled the collar down and pulled it slightly. Something was slightly sloppy: "I have to say something that is really ridiculous. After listening to the brothers, don't treat me as a different kind."

"Well, don't treat you as a different kind, let's talk."

Wen Jing told Jun Yanzhi everything from small to big. When talking about the scene of stabbing Jun Yan, Wen Jing regretted it, and was afraid of bringing back his sad memories. He couldn’t say it.

Jun Yanzhi saw his head down, his voice more and more sobbing, and he hugged him with a smugness: "At the time you were misunderstood by me, stabbed me a sword, and the fault was not all on you."

Wen Jing nodded his lips and his face paled: "I have been in this life..."

Wen Xiang is full of care, and Wen Jing is pitiful. How can Jun Yan suffer from his "I can't wait to compensate you, how are you going, how are I willing?" So the latter thing was not heard for a while, and gently took off his clothes and said: "If we want to be together, there is an opportunity for compensation."

Wen Jing nodded with tears, and he was pressed by him, and he did it again.

late at night.

Jun Yanzhi holds the sleeping Wen Jing and gently touches the scar on his body.

I haven’t known how many dreams I have done in the past few years, but when I wake up, they are all empty.

Nowadays, it is ecstatic, but when he sees these scars, he thinks of the suffering of Wen Jing, feels pain from the bottom of his heart, and grieves that he wants to cry.

Moreover, the scars burned by the three fires cannot be repaired with his current abilities.

If Wen Jing doesn't care, then he doesn't say anything, but his heart may not be so free and easy. When he falls asleep, he subconsciously buryes his left face in the pillow quilt and exposes his innocent right face. When the two met, Huajing did not like the candle. He always looked down sideways and didn't want Jun Yan to see his ruined appearance.

This is clearly a little inferiority, so that Jun Yanzhi can't say anything.

A warm hand lifted up and touched the face of Jun Yan, Wen Jing sleepy half-opened his eyes: "Sister... How did you cry?"

Jun Yanzhi quickly tightened him and whispered: "I have quarreled you?"

"No, I have enough sleep." Wen Jing wiped the tears on the cheeks of Jun Yan and whispered softly. "We can be together in the future, we should be happy, brothers don't cry."

"Well... I know." Jun Yanzhi gently grabbed his hand. "What do you want to do next? I will accompany you."

Wen Jing is speechless, reminding: "The brothers have forgotten ... there are people chasing us."

Jun Yanzhi indulged for a moment, whispered: "The man has to inherit half of it, and it must be a big thunder. I am the only descendant of Hengyang Palace, he will think that I have already got the first half of the inheritance. You guess what will he do?"

"do not know……"

"He used you as a bait two years ago. This method can be done. Now you guess who will shoot him?"

Wen Jing "fluttered" and sat down halfway.

"Hui Shifeng!"

"Don't worry... Master is already ready." Jun Yanzhi whispered in the ear of Wen Jing. "We are going to the Qingxu Jianzong. Don't be too anxious, just wait for the Master to have news, you can... ..."

The voice was getting lower and lower, and the lips were lightly attached to his earlobe.

Wen Jing is somewhat embarrassed. Although Master is a Jindan monk, but Hui Shifeng’s brothers are not high, and the person seems to be a high-level blood repair...

Only since Jun Yan’s theory is ready, is it foolproof?

Who is that person!

Wen Jing remembered that the two did not finish the day: "Brother, you have not told me, what is your allusion to your surname?"

Jun Yan's frowning said: "My father once mentioned that the ancestors had revived their surnames and grandchildren. Later, in order to take refuge, they changed their surnames. I was the owner of the Hengyang Palace, and I was told the name. This was even my mother and sister. Do not know at all."

"Evacuation... I don't know what to avoid..."

"If the Hengyang Palace really originated from the Qingxu Jianzong, it must have been two or three thousand years ago. At that time, the dead wood Taoists ruled the Qingxu Jianzong, it was the time of prosperity, and did not hear any disputes or divisions."

Split... dispute...

Wen Jing bowed his head and muttered to himself: "...The life of Qingzizi is quiet and quiet, and there are only fifteen apprentices under the door, each occupying a peak of Xiangyang. After the death of the big disciple, the dead wood Taoist people enter the Jindan period and cannot retreat in the Dongfu. I can't bear Dan, or die early, or die in the battle. In the past few hundred years, among the disciples, there are many people with moderate qualifications. No one can take on the heavy responsibility, but because of the set of inheritance and ancient scrolls left by Qingzizi, you can live and die. The murder of the same door. Among them, Hong Xiufeng was framed by people, forced to leave, and took away the two sets of ancient scrolls left by Qingzizi..."

Two ancient scrolls!

Jun Yan’s eyebrows: “...is this written in the book you said?”

"Well..." Wen Jing whispered, "You said that the two sets of ancient scrolls of Hengyang Palace will be the two sets that the Red Xiufengfeng took away more than 3,000 years ago?"

"What was the name of the red peak of the year?"

"do not know."

"If he is a long-term grandson -"

Suddenly there was a "beep" sound at the door, like a hard stone knocking on the door fiercely.

"Who?" Wen Jing eyes a glimpse.

Jun Yanzhi glared at his hair: "...big turtle."

Wenjing quickly got out of bed and opened the door to see it. It turned out that the black turtle was crawling over from the front, nervously slamming at the door, and gently squirming around the circle, it seemed a bit overwhelmed.

Wenjing quickly picked it up and went back to the bedside: "What's wrong? Is this so nervous?"

Sitting in the middle of Jun Yan, he looked down at it and said: "These years have been smarter than before. It seems that the spirit is about to open."

“Is there a danger in the vicinity? Is it aware?”

Jun Yan said faintly: "When it is only sensitive to me, it is time to grab something with me." He said that he felt a little unfair and said reluctantly: "...it occasionally noticed you earlier than me." There is no need to worry. When the mind is slowly opening, there is always a panic and overwhelming reaction."

Wen Jing gave it a sedative technique, and the big turtle slowly calmed down and docilely lying in the arms of Wen Jing.

"Isn't you tired? Do you want to sleep?" Jun Yanzhi sighed at Wenjing's waist. "We will stop here for another night, and we will leave early tomorrow. You should rest well first."

"The brothers have the final say."

Wen Jing finally fell asleep again, and the ruined half of his face was still pressing on the pillow. Jun Yanzhi gently turned him over and hugged him in his arms and sighed at Wen Jing's face.

Wen Jing’s head hangs and he sleeps even more.

The big turtle on the side moved his head uncomfortably, staring at the eye of Jun Yan and slowly crawling to the edge of the bed.

Jun Yan kept the bed under the bed.

There was white light in his hand, gently falling on Wen Jing's left face, touching his injured cheek. Aura slowly penetrates and soothes along the scars and extends into the skin and blood of Wenjing.

Even if he knows what he wants, he still wants to treat it.

Jun Yan held him for eight hours, finally exhausted, exhausted, and slowly sat half-sitting. It is impossible to treat the damage caused by the refining of the virtual weapon with his current cultivation.

The big turtle didn't know where to climb. The storage bag on the ground sent out the sound of the sorrow. It seemed that something was going to be drilled out, and it was trapped. It was very anxious.

Jun Yanzhi slowly got out of bed and opened the opening of the storage bag. He saw a jade slip in the mouth of the big turtle. He didn’t know what rope was entangled in his leg. He looked pitifully. The monarchy, the chaos.

Jun Yanzhi took the big turtle out and loosened it. Stealing things can also tie yourself, such thieves are still seeing for the first time. I am afraid that it will take some time to start.

He took out the jade in the big tortoise and taught him: "Don't steal things in the future-"

Suddenly, the last aura of the body leaked into the jade.

Unexpectedly, Yu Jian presented a hint of soft green light, and the line font suddenly appeared on the jade slip!

One of the monarchs, this jade is for him?

The font on the jade is hand-written, some scribbled, and people who read the letter are in a bad mood.

"If this life is not a fairy, I will let you never die."

The eyelashes of Jun Yan are trembled and the gods continue to read.

There is a set of wood healing techniques in Yu Jian, I don't know what effect it has. After writing a large paragraph of sloppy words, gibberish, seems to say a story that has nothing to do with him and has long been sad.

"Qing Xiezi has burned after practicing the sword in the tower of the celestial tower. This can be used for healing. During the practice of this technique, it is necessary to meditate, not to practice, not to desire, or to lose weight..."

After a long time -

The slender figure slowly stood up from the cold ground and put the jade slip back into the storage bag. Jun Yanzhi went back to bed and hugged Wen Jing in his arms and whispered: "Wait, I will cure you..."