Chapter 41

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After eating the white fruit, the big turtle crawled back to Wen Jing’s feet and was held up by Wen Jing. Wen Jing said embarrassingly: “This turtle has n’t eaten for a few days, and it wo n’t be so verbal. Usually, I owe you a bunch of fruit, and I will definitely return it to you in the future. This is my brother’s turtle, find him You can do it. “

You Si smiled and said, “It’s natural that the more people owe me, the better.”

Wen Jing thinks that he had some relationship with him before, and said, “Last chance was better than you, and I will have a chance to compete again in the next day. Do you want to continue to investigate this case?”

Yu Siyishou: “Of course you want to check. Are you interested?”

“Yes.”

You Si thought for a while, but smiled and said, “let’s talk.”

Wen Jing thought to himself that he was unfamiliar with him, and that he was well guarded and normal, so he said, “Okay, I’ll talk about it later. I’ll take a step.”

The big turtle lay in Wen Jing ’s arms and retracted his head into the shell, as if he had fallen asleep. Wen Jing held it and flew back to his residence, locked the door tightly, and came to Tianhengfeng Hall.

The main hall is built on the mountainside, facing the cliffs. In front of the hall is a bluestone square that can hold hundreds of people, with blue smoke and smoke, and a long-bearded old man wearing a robe and holding a sword, but it is a bronze statue of a dead wooden man three thousand years ago. Withered trees were built on Poyang Mountain in the early years, and they became famous, so the bronze statue’s expression was indifferent, and the meaning of killing was looming.

Wen Jing came to the temple, and Baiyun floated on the mountainside.

A disciple stopped him and said angrily, “Who are you? You are not allowed in.”

“I’m Hui Shifeng’s disciple, my brother Jun asked me to help.”

The disciple is very big. Seeing Wen Jing’s modest appearance and being lower than his own cultivation, he is a little impatient and wants to drive him away. The disciple standing next to him whispered, “That Jun Yan’s momentum is in full swing. Now you can’t offend him, why don’t you go in and ask?”

The disciple was a little embarrassed, and he reluctantly lingered for a while: “You are waiting.”

He trot into the hall, and later ran out to say that his attitude was better: “Go in.”

A few disciples lay neatly in the hall, as quiet as a morgue. However, the scent of grass and trees is wavy, and there is no feeling of lifelessness, but it is vibrant and refreshing.

Jun Yanzhi stood at the end of the hall, rubbed his wrist gently, and sat down.

Led by Zhu Ge and Wen Renmu, a dozen Zhuji disciples stood together, looking far away from Jun Yanzhi. Xi Fang, Lu Zhishan and Lu Changqing also sat on the high platform in the hall and looked down from the high platform.

That look has scrutiny, sternness, and more expectation.

His success determines the future of Qing Xu Jianzong.

Wen Jing stood at the entrance of the main hall, and suddenly realized that Jun Yanzhi was a distant person.

And he can only look up.

Extraordinary looks, he doesn’t have any pride.

So he can only look.

Nevertheless, he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.

Jun Yanzhi places his hand on his forehead, closes his eyes, and enters into the state of selflessness.

Time passes slowly, the hall is so quiet that no sound can be heard, only to see Bai Qi rising from the top of the disciple’s head, Jun Yan’s pattern sits still, exuding fine sweat on his face.

Actually, it is extremely simple for him to restore his disciple. As long as he uses his mind, he can move as usual.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of everyone, he must use the “Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls”. Fortunately, he didn’t suffer from this technique. Every time the light in Dantian turned around in the body, he washed the body once. When he treats people, he is also practicing. Cultivate to the tenth floor, the magic in the body may be exhausted.

I don’t know how long after that, the disciple’s body twitched, and a small blood bag suddenly appeared on his forehead. Jun Yan opened his eyes and quickly smashed the blood bag with a silver needle. Suddenly, the dark red blood poured out, it seemed a little impatient.

The disciple’s head dropped, and he fainted again.

Jun Yanzhi picked up a clean white cloth from his side and wiped the blood off the disciple’s forehead. He glanced at Wen Jing, who was thirty or forty steps away from him, stood up and stood facing Xi Fang: “The blood of the magical repair was forced out, and he could take it to rest.”

The faces of several Tsukiji disciples suddenly relaxed and relaxed, and a whisper was made in the hall. Zhu Hien ordered two people to come up, carry the disciple down, and commanded: “Take care of this disciple carefully, if there is any sign of magic, come and report immediately.”

“Yes.”

When everyone was relaxing, Xi Fang was still expressionless.

Jun Yan’s hope turned to the outside of the hall, and his thoughts turned around instantly.

Baiyun covered the setting sun, and it was evening. He started treating this disciple in the morning, in other words, it took him three or four hours to treat a person …

At this rate, before these disciples die, he can save about 20-30%.

The air was depressed like Elder Jin Dan released the spiritual pressure. After a while, Xi Fang asked: “Elder Lu, how much time do these disciples have?”

“Up to half a month.” Lu Zhishan looked at Jun Yanzhi with a complex look. Although he didn’t say it clearly, he clearly conveyed the message “Can it be faster?”

Jun Yanzhi gave him a positive answer: “The first operation is not very familiar, and it should be faster afterwards.

Xi Fang said to Lu Changqing: “Expulsion of 73 remaining disciples from Tian Hengfeng with qualifications and character.”

According to Xi Fang’s character, those with high qualifications should be rescued, and those with ordinary qualifications should be abandoned.

No one knows what he was thinking when he made this decision.

Lu Zhishan said with a bit of depression: “There are 16 disciples under my door, and 17 disciples from the Ancient Mirror School, all of whom Jianzong will come to rescue.”

Xi Fangjian: “Please Elder Lu rank the 33 disciples in order, and we will discuss it again.”

Lu Zhishan: “… I have no choice but to do this.”

Xi Fangren gave a chunky body to Jun Yanzhi: “Save Master Zhao Feng first.”

Zhao Ningtian’s face is ruddy with a pig’s liver color, and his belly is bulging high like a small hill, which is a little funny, making it hard to imagine his ordinary face.

Lu Zhishan said: “In his method of operation, it seems that he must first calm his heart demon, and then draw out the blood of the demon repair. Zhao Feng’s heart demon is too deep and may not be saved.

Xi Fang didn’t comment, just looking at Jun Yanzhi.

Lu Zhishan is a bit dissatisfied: “Every moment is extremely precious now, why waste time to save a difficult person?”

Xi Fang said: “Try it.”

Jun Yanzhi immediately said, “Practice, try it.”

Zhao Ningtian is in a coma. Even though the demon has calmed down, he can’t see it. However, the demons were not calmed down, and they could not force the blood of the few demons to repair.

Jun Yanzhi does not plan to cure Zhao Ningtian at this time, so no matter how it is treated, it will not be effective.

After three hours of serious treatment, Zhao Ningtian didn’t move at all. Instead, Jun Yan trembled and turned pale. He opened his eyes, looked at Wen Jing who was waiting in the distance, and set his eyes on Xi Fang.

Luzhi Mountain Road: “Useless?”

Jun Yanzhi: “No.”

The hall is brightly lit, and it is already late at night. Further treatment is a waste of time and also consumes Jun Yanzhi’s energy. Xi Fang stood up: “Take Zhao Feng back for a while, and change to another disciple.”

Lu Zhishan ordered someone to lift Lu Yunzhuo early. Jun Yanzhi had no time to say something to Wen Jing, and Lu Yunzhuo’s body was jammed in front of him. If others can’t be saved yet, the son must be saved first. Most people are old and thick-skinned. Lu Zhishan is not afraid of being scolded. He looks at Jun Yanzhi with a beard and a straight face, with a good-looking appearance, but the meaning in his eyes is “Don’t grind, save my son.

Jun Yanzhi sat down and started another round of treatment.

This time, he spent two hours. It was dawning and it was early morning.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Lu Yunzhuo’s forehead really swelled a small blood bag, not big or small, as if stung by a mosquito. Jun Yanzhi quickly processed the blood pack and said, “It’s okay, you can take it to rest.”

Lu Zhishan said nothing and sent his son out of the temple.

Jun Yanzhi wiped the sweat on his forehead, yet he was not soothed. A plate appeared under his eyelids, with four elixir on it. Zhu Ge stood beside Jun Yan and said meticulously: “Four spirits, one to smash the valley, one to wake up, one to the eye, one to supplement the aura.”

In other words, do n’t eat, do n’t sleep, do n’t neglect, and keep working.

Jun Yanzhi took it gently, his eyes fluttered to Wen Jing. The boy curled his knees in a corner, put his chin on his knees, his eyes were strange, and he looked at himself so quietly and far away.

A body shoved in front of him again.

Jun Yanzhi looked down at the disciple and pursed his lips.

Zhu Hiong said, “Before noon, the suzerain hopes to save them two more.”

Jun Yanzhi lowered his eyes: “I try.”

In the days of saving people, Jun Yanzhi is like a horse with a saddle on his back. The leather whip is drawn behind him. Wen Jing appeared and disappeared from time to time, making people traces like a ghost. When he came, he sat in the corner of the hall, and watched quietly, sometimes holding the big turtle, which was inscrutable.

Liu Qianmo also came to visit a few times, but he could n’t help. Standing in the hall and always blocking the road, he looked a lot. Finally, he laughed awkwardly and disappeared with interest.

Jun Yanzhi can’t live up to Wen Jing’s expectations, like a chicken, the speed of saving people is reduced from two hours to one hour. The news spread like a thunder, and Tian Hengfeng was rumored inside and outside that all the disciples were saved!

Wen Jing heard this news and was standing in front of Tian Hengfeng’s main hall. There are more and more disciples coming to watch, and many people come from other peaks to join in the fun. Everyone looks at the saver Yan Yanzhi from the outside of the hall, but they dare not stay long and look away.

This scene is documented in The Robbery of All Living Beings.

“Jun Yan’s face is elegant and distinguished. Most disciple disciples, men and women, have a good heart. Disciples include envy, admiration, and admiration. They come to Tianhengfeng to watch. Even the most demanding , Thinking that I might be in the devil’s image, I dare not say a few words that are not good.

Wen Jing has long imagined this kind of scene, and I ca n’t help but feel a little excited when I see it.

The word “regardless of gender” also reassures him slightly. Brother Jun was originally a man and woman who killed each other, and he was just one of the little people he couldn’t find. It was nothing.

After a few days, there are fewer and fewer disciples lying in the hall, and finally only a few people remain.

Zhu Hien said: “There are only three people left, so you can go back to rest with one drum.

Jun Yanzhi nodded: “Let’s hurry up.”

For several days, I have been using “Hundred Herbs and Thousands of Souls” for a long time. It seems to feel the trick, and it feels handy. The last three disciples have the lowest repairs and the treatment is especially fast.

Jun Yan’s firepower is fully open, and her heart is not sidelined.

When the last disciple was taken away, two hours later. Jun Yanzhi rubbed his wrists and stood up, and Zhu Ge’s face even had a smile on her face: “Five more days, everyone, you all go back to bed.”

Jun Yanzhi: “OK.”

Wen Renmu Xiangjun Yan came and said gracefully, “You have worked hard for half a month.”

His expression is very generous, and he is very demeanor. He doesn’t seem to remember having had an undercurrent with him, nor did he remember to stab him with a knife from behind. Jun Yan smiled: “Not hard, it should be.”

“I’ll take you back?” The tone was polite.

Jun Yanzhi looked around, and a trace of loss came from nowhere, and he smiled and said, “No, I’ll go back by myself.”

·

Wen Jing stood on the open space in front of the stone house, waving a sword repeatedly like a rigid robot. The weight of this sword is very heavy, which is three or four hundred pounds. Even if he mentions Qi, his wrist hurts.

Qing Xu Jian Zong is famous for swords, but only after disciples build a base can they practice swords. Duan Xuan didn’t know what to do. He looked at Wen Jing a few days ago, dropped a sword, and taught a trick briefly.

Wen Jing trembled, and it took me a while to learn to hold the sword, and lifted the epee of unknown metal from the ground, and pulled it on the ground. Duan Xuan was not in a hurry, so he stood aside and looked up without saying a word. Wen Jing’s three souls came out, and the small universe broke out under Duan Xuan’s gaze, resolutely waving the first sword.

The result of this first wave of a sword is a dog falling.

The center of gravity is unstable, and it is difficult to control the strength. Wen Jing was thrown out in a less graceful side flip position.

He got up from the ground, rubbing his sore buttocks, and the secret way was a fairy relic, extraordinary.

So he asked carefully, “Master, what is the rank of this sword on the sword? What’s its name?”

Duan Xuan frowned: “The scrap iron for practicing swords is not even good. What else is the name?”

Wen Jing: “Oh.”

Duan Xuan commanded: “Within five days, you wield your sword 800 times.”

Wen Jing: “… oh.”

Duan Xuan fought, and left, as usual. Wen Jinghuan figured it out. Swinging the sword once every five minutes, you can swing it about a hundred times a day, and it is almost an eight-hour workday.

Master actually makes sense.

Then he found that he was thinking terribly, almost slapping his face.