Chapter 42

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On the first day, Wen Jing waved a total of twelve swords. At first, it just fell down and got up. Later, it was slowly unable to mention Qi, and it became heavier and he would rest for a long time with a sword.

It’s unbearable during the day and back pain at night. Wen Jing was lying in the bed, carefully **** a phrase of Duan Xuanjiao. He was obsessed and slowly induced Zhen Qi to flow in his body, talking to himself, never sleeping.

Wen Jing took a deep breath when he wielded the sword on the second day. The sword was swung out by him, and he was so imposing that he smashed the two passing butterflies. He even hit a cricket with no **** on the ground.

So Wen Jing got the trick. He became obsessed with sword training every day. On the fifth day, he waved 162 swords and made rapid progress.

Duan Xuan came on the sixth day, and asked Wen Jing how many swords he had uttered. Wen Jing beat the drums in his heart. I don’t know if Duan Xuan has a magical method. He didn’t even dare lie to him if he knew how many swords he had wielded. He honestly waved 372 swords.

Duan Xuan’s eyebrows will start to appear as soon as they are wrinkled, but finally hold back and ask, “Are you lazy?”

Wen Jing said, “No.”

“With your qualifications, you should be able to wield six hundred swords.”

Wen Jing didn’t know how to answer it. As if when he returned to junior high school, he took the math test at sixty, and his parents said angrily, “With your intelligence, you should be able to take ninety points!”

So Wen Jing insisted, “Master, I’m not lazy at all!”

Duan Xuan seemed to be stunned, angrily: “How did you talk to Master?”

Wen Jing wants to cry without tears, she really feels a little back to the junior high school. It ’s wrong to say anything, it ’s better not to say …

Wen Jing bowed his head and repented.

Duan Xuan said, “From today on, you will wield two hundred swords a day.”

“Yes.” Wen Jing asked carefully, “When did Master start teaching me swordsmanship?”

“Wait for your fifty thousand swords.”

“… Yes.” Because of this number, the heart paused slightly.

While the sword is monotonous, Wen Jing slowly discovers that the qi flow is slightly different when wielding the sword. He savoured carefully, regardless of day and night, he was ignorant even when eating and sleeping, obsessed. Slowly, when the sword was lifted up, the spirit was going up, and there was not even a trace of slow retention.

Wen Jing loves the feeling of unity of sword and qi, almost forgetting time.

So, when he was swinging his sword and a familiar figure of Junya appeared in front of him, Wen Jing stayed a little.

He put down his sword: “Brother Jun, did you heal those people?”

Jun Yanzhi: “… well, just cured tonight.”

Jun Yan has a modest gentleman, naturally he will not lose his temper because Wen Jing forgets him, not to mention he has business. Jun Yanzhi resisted the grievances in his heart, looked away, and said dumbly, “Are you busy these days?”

“Yes, Master taught me to swing a sword.” So he told Duan Xuan about teaching swordsmanship.

Jun Yanzhi nodded slowly, and smiled: “Professor Jian Jue without building a foundation, Master wants to cultivate you.”

“Why learn sword after foundation?”

“Insufficient qi, on the contrary, you will hurt yourself. Presumably because you have the body of Sanyang, different qualifications, Master taught you sword skills in advance.” Jun Yanzhi coughed, pale, and slightly trembled.

Wen Jing quickly helped him: “What’s wrong?”

“Through hard days, no rest …” Jun Yanzhi leaned gently on Wen Jing’s body.

Wen Jing’s warm breath gave Wen Jing a shock and a thin layer of sweat on his body. He was a bit awkward, deliberately pulled away, his voice was a little nervous: “Brother go to my bed to rest.”

Jun Yanzhi’s face was red, and he let him into the room without a word.

He went to bed spontaneously and whispered: “It’s been a hard day these days …”

“I know, I was keeping it a few days ago.” Wen Jing also sat on the edge of the bed, taking Jun Yan, who was leaning against him, into his arms. Wen Jing’s hands seemed to be unknown, and the palms were sweating, hesitating for a while, and finally fell on Jun Yanzhi’s shoulders, but it was hot.

“Why don’t you come and talk to me?” Jun Yanzhi gently looped around his waist, so thin that he could hold an arm. He spoke in Wen Jing’s shoulder, and his breath blew into Wen Jing’s neck, which caused Wen Jing to rise into an unknown wildfire, burning from the blood to his skin, and burning his head to vertigo.

“I, I’ve been watching you.” Wen Jing whispered, moving his body gently.

He didn’t know why. He just wanted to watch from a distance and didn’t dare to get close to him.

Maybe that emotion is called inferiority.

Jun Yanzhi looked up at him from the bottom up, softly coquettishly: “Master, my body is cold, and my aura is not enough …”

His lips are right in front of him. Wen Jing couldn’t hear what Jun Yanzhi said. He just felt that the two thin lips were about to be put on, but they were always separated by an inch. On his lips.

Wen Jing looked at the two thin lips, and became a paste in his brain.

“Master, give me your breath …” Jun Yanzhi’s voice was low, with a hint of ambiguity and dryness. The voice penetrated into Wen Jing’s head, and was very tempting to burn his remaining reason.

Without the voice, Wen Jing fluttered on Jun Yanzhi’s body like a little leopard, biting Jun Yanzhi’s lips.

“Brother, Brother …” Wen Jing was choking and biting, his voice was tense and hastily, with a little fear, he didn’t know what he wanted. He knew he was doing something he shouldn’t, but he didn’t know how to stop.

Jun Yan’s ring surrounds his body and gently pry open his lips.

The tips of the tongues meet in each other’s mouth, and Wen Jing is drunk and sucking as if drinking alcohol. He didn’t dare to kiss too deep, how could he not dare to explore his tongue, but he entangled and rolled gently with Jun Yanzhi.

“Master, you are seventeen years old this year …” The moment his mouth parted, Jun Yan gasped.

Wen Jing didn’t understand. In his head, he was continually scolding “Satyr! Don’t touch Brother!”, But timidly pierced into Jun Yanzhi’s neckline, seeing that he did not resist, he could hardly restrain his beautiful collarbone, and his guilt slipped deeply To his shoulder.

Why didn’t the brother stop him? Who will stop him? !!