Chapter 43

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Suddenly there was a cool wind, and the mountain breeze came in through the window, and the rain was passing through the room, and the false window rang.

Wen Jing hurriedly buried in Jun Yanzhi’s shoulder socket, biting his smooth neck at a loss.

Jun Yan said softly: “Don’t worry, younger brother.”

Wen Jing is crying.

He thought that he admired and worshiped King Yanzhi, so he just wandered around him like a puppy, but did not know that his own feelings for his brother were so rampant, it was shameless …

Wen Jing couldn’t help kissing Jun Yanzhi’s lips and said intermittently: “Brother, I, I’m sorry, I’m just …” Not human …

A soreness spread out in Jun Yanzhi’s heart, he kissed the little animal in his arms wholeheartedly: “It doesn’t matter, I have already … for you …”

Suddenly, there was a dazzling bright light outside the window, and half of the room looked like daylight. Wen Jing froze slightly, and then, a thunderous thunder exploded overhead.

Wen Jing’s action stopped abruptly, panic-stricken.

Jun Yanzhi’s clothes are scattered, her slender body is partially covered, her lips are swollen by her bite, and even a few bloodstains have a sense of beauty after raging.

Boom-

The thunder sounded again, louder and harsher than it was. Lightning seemed to split the sky in half. It seemed to be full of anger, Wen Jing’s scalp was numb, and his eyes were hot.

You ca n’t even see God, are you going to pack him up?

“Master …”

Crying □□ whispered under him, hoarse and low, and Wen Jing’s head became groggy again.

He lowered his head and kissed again, while saying “Sorry” in shame, and shivering and pulling Jun Yanzhi’s clothes, biting in a panic and without any rules, he felt guilty and unbearable * The flames of the wilderness burned him beyond thought.

Out of the door, there is a spiritual pressure.

Jun Yanzhi’s eyes narrowed slightly, but could not stop Wen Jing from looking up at a loss: “Someone …”

Jun Yan’s heart is bitter, and he nods: “Um.”

Wen Jing looked down at him, his courage was not great, and he was ashamed at the moment. He punched his fist fiercely, quickly got out of bed, rushed into the courtyard desperately, exhaled, panic-stricken.

He looked up guilty, but saw Duan Xuan standing not far away, looking at him coldly.

“Master, master …” Wen Jing’s tears twitched.

Master has been standing here, and you must know about bullying yourself …

Duan Xuan’s body is a bit stiff, and she ca n’t say what she wants to say. It took a long time to say stiffly, “Have you finished two hundred swords today?”

“Yeah, not yet …” Wen Jing Lara dared to look up in her loose clothes.

Duan Xuan didn’t speak, but gave a quiet hum.

Wen Jing couldn’t argue. Just a few days ago, I said that I was not lazy, I was arrested today. Duan Xuan’s humming sounded exactly the same as “Dare to quibble in front of me that day”.

Wen Jingxuan held his head like a defeated cricket. The wind holding the rain silk was blowing him fiercely, and Wen Jing was discouraged everywhere from head to toe.

The door of the room was swaying lightly, and one came out from the inside, walking slowly, standing in front of Wen Jing: “Master.”

Wen Jing looked at him, and his head sank even lower.

Jun Yanzhi’s clothes have already been worn, and they are no different from usual. Although fluttering in the wind, they are also neat. His voice was gentle and calm, as if nothing had happened: “Master, what happened today is me …”

Duan Xuan interrupted him: “Today’s affairs are things between you, you don’t need to explain to me.”

The head of Jun Yan: “Yes.”

Duan Xuan ’s voice was a bit embarrassing. At this moment, it finally resumes as usual. Xiang Wenjing said: “The Qing Xu Jianzong and the Ancient Mirror School encountered difficulties. Retreat with He Ling for a year and build the foundation next year.

Wen Jing paused, not knowing how to reply.

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head and bit his bloodshot lips severely.

Duan Xuanyuan looked at the two, but he didn’t know what to think. A bit of pain appeared on his face, and his voice became more and more stubborn: “You can eat after wiping two hundred swords a day.”

“Yes.” Wen Jing didn’t dare to say anything, and nodded.

Duan Xuan said to Jun Yan again, “You follow me.”

Jun Yanzhi kept silent. As Duan Xuan left Wen Jing’s residence, he looked back before leaving.

The boy was still standing on the open ground stupidly, wondering what he was thinking, but finally wiped his eyes.

·

Duan Xuan’s residence is in a quiet stone house in Huiyin Mountain. This is the residence of ordinary disciples, but Duan Xuan is nostalgic, and no one is allowed to touch the decoration of the late master, that is, the room of his master Lu Zhen, so he just picks a room to stay in and keeps Lu Zhen’s place as it is.

No one cleared the weeds around, growing like crazy. This is also the place where Duan Xuan practices his sword. The stones are full of sword marks. It doesn’t look like the place where Feng lives, but rather a place where people are abandoned.

Jun Yanzhi followed Duan Xuan into the stone house and looked around calmly. The room was so chaotic that the pigs were ashamed. The table cabinet was covered with a thin layer of dust, and things were scattered on the ground. There were books, swords, and magic tricks of the fairy family. They were mixed so that they couldn’t stand.

Duan Xuan didn’t care, and said, “Wait at the door.”

His voice has always been unemotional and full of command, like a sword taken from an ice cellar, cold and offensive.

Jun Yanzhi waits quietly.

Duan Xuan entered the back room and walked out a long time later. He handed a box to him and said, “When I go to Fei Xian Lou in a few days, I will choose the” Dead Sword “practice.”

Jun Yan’s heart is strange, but she says, “Thank you, Master.”

Duan Xuan said bluntly again: “This time, we have done a good job of rescuing more than 70 disciples from Tian Hengfeng.”

Jun Yanzhi quickly humbly said, “It’s all in the business.”

A good word of praise, Duan Xuan feels that he has finally completed the task, his tone has returned to coldness, and frowned, “You practice the” Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls “, don’t delay the practice of swordsmanship. Those who die will die. Why? “

Jun Yan’s head bowed, and he couldn’t help but feel funny: “Thank you Master for your teaching.”

Duan Xuan no longer cares about him, he closes the door: “You go.”

“Yes.”

The door was slammed shut.

Jun Yanzhi opened the box, and saw a piece of jade Jane lying in it: “Everything in Spring”.

The Dead Wood Swordsmanship was created by the dead wood dwellers three thousand years ago. The dead woodsman is the root of the heavenly spirit of the golden system. He has no heart.

Two thousand years later, a Jindan monk with double roots of gold and wood is determined to practice this sword technique. He was almost forced into magic by Kendo’s murderous spirit, and he wandered from ruthless and affectionate to the point of suffering, almost destroying Dan Tian.

On the verge of madness, the monk felt a hint of swordsmanship and has since fallen. After being awake, he delved into it like an idiot, shaking for hundreds of years.

After Dacheng’s exit, the monk’s swordsmanship is unparalleled, but it is very different from the Dead Wood Swordsmanship. There was a hint of tenderness in his sword, and a touch of tenderness in the cold, with the power of “Deadwood Swordsmanship”. This monk is also a modest gentleman, with a high wind and bright festival, respected and admired by the world, calling him “Yajian Real”.

A few years later, Ya Jian was persecuted by a demon and wanted to do immoral things to him. Ya Jian’s real man conquered the devil with a peerless swordsmanship, but instead of killing, he stayed around to inquire and teach, leading the right way. Later, he disappeared with the demon head.

When he left, he left a practice for the clan, which is “The True Tactics of Spring.”

“Fengchun Zhenjue” was reserved by Yajian’s real person to his family. After thousands of years, this real secret fell into Duan Xuan’s hands.

Jun Yanzhi has only heard about “Fengchun Zhenjue”. As for the power, I can’t know it until I practice.

He didn’t quite understand. What was the intention of Duan Xuan, who was anxious to let his younger brother build the foundation, and presented such a valuable secret?

The wind in the mountains is so strong that it is necessary to uproot the trees. Jun Yanzhi closed the box and returned to Wen Jing’s residence, but saw that the door was tightly closed, like a river mussel with his mouth shut. He knocked on the door and there was no response.

Wen Jing is still young. He has never liked anyone. Besides, he is still a man. He is afraid of being scared when he encounters the kind of thing just now. Jun Yanzhi pondered in front of the door for a while, and felt that he could not be persecuted at this time, so he walked away.

He didn’t expect it to be the last time he met Wen Jing this year.

A few days later, when he came to Wen Jing’s residence again, the door of the room swayed gently in the mountain wind. Jun Yanzhi pushed in the door, thinking about how to coax him, but at first glance, he felt empty. The usual teapots and tea bowls were not seen, and even the wooden chair of the “big snake and little priest” often sitting by Wen Jing disappeared. Already.

He was panicked and went to Liu Qianmo quickly, but Liu Qianmo looked at him strangely: “Don’t you know? The silly boy and He Ling are retreating. The silly boy is so good to you, I thought you I know. “

Jun Yan’s head fluttered slightly, his head buzzing, and boundless angrily came.

This kid just opened up, but he hasn’t got it yet. Why did he separate like this? I was planning to impress him a little bit more before entering the customs. Even if I can’t eat it, at least …

Jun Yanzhi sighed softly.

After one year, I don’t know what will happen again.

… Also, cultivation also requires a teapot, teacup and wooden chair, which can only be done by silly boys. Is this to enter the customs, or to travel?

·

Zhao Ningtian of Hong Xiufeng, although short and fat, is also fatal. Jun Yanzhi applied him one day and one night to save his life, but because he was too deep in spirit, he was temporarily unconscious.

Everyone thought that Zhao Ningtian was dead. Now he was rescued by Jun Yan, and it became an unexpected surprise. As a result, the morale of the Emperor Jianzong of Qing Dynasty was greatly boosted.

One day after half a month, all the disciples of Tian Hengfeng and Gujing School woke up. Xi Fang summoned all Qingxu disciples in the Qingxu Hall and praised Jun Yan in person.

Jun Yan’s attitude is humble, and he is not arrogant at all, it can’t make people feel sick. He was as high-spirited as a bright moon, and has since rooted in the hearts of the people.

In a few days, Jun Yanzhi is practicing in the room, and Zhu Hiong came to call him: “Master, master, please invite the master to Fei Xian Lou.”