Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Early autumn, dusk.

The sky was overcast, with dark clouds hanging low, and the heat was suffocating.

Looking out from the window, several mountain peaks are dark and unclear, and the mountain waterfalls are surging, as if they want to swallow people.

Suddenly, there was a thunder, and the wind howled!

Wen Jing closed the violently shaking windows against the wind, her hair fluttering in a mess.He muttered silently, trying to stay calm: "The ninth day of August, dusk. The ninth day of August, dusk..."

Lu Yunfei stared at him coldly: "Jing'er, what are you talking to yourself?"

Wen Jing turned around, looked at Lu Yunfei calmly, and said something that Lu Yunfei had been waiting for for several years: "Grandpa, I have already reached the fourth level of Qi training."

Lu Yunfei's eyes lit up slightly, and the ecstasy flashed for a while, but then dimmed again, and a false surprise and joy gathered on his face: "Good! You are promising! Tomorrow, grandpa will take you to Xunyang Town!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows as if there was nothing.

...Hey, such a complicated mood.

Wen Jing could see his hesitation.After all, seizing a house is against the sky, the probability of failure is too high, Lu Yunfei is afraid of dying for the rest of his life, how can he not be in a panic now?

He pretended to be happy and said, "Then I'll go to bed first."

"...Alright, get up early tomorrow."

Wen Jing turned around, and was about to go back to her small room when there was a sudden gust of cool wind behind her.The skinny and wrinkled hands rested on his shoulders like dead wood, like human bones crawling out of a cemetery, making Wen Jing's hair stand on end.

Lu Yunfei said kindly and desolately: "Jing'er, our grandparents haven't chatted for a long time, let's talk tonight."

The tone was irresistible, and Wen Jing had goosebumps all over her body, so she took a deep breath and sat down: "What does Grandpa want to talk about?"

Lu Yunfei walked slowly, lit an oil lamp, and his thin figure cast a long shadow under the dim light.

The wind and rain beat against the windows with a chilling intent.

He seemed to be immersed in the past, his old and cloudy eyes were half-downcast, and he said slowly: "Jing'er, grandpa has raised you for more than ten years, how is he treating you?"

"Nature is good."

"Do you know who is grandpa's father?"

The black shadow on the wall swayed with the flickering lights, frightening like a ghost.

"Great-grandfather? Who is it?"

"Grandpa's father is the famous elder of the Ancient Mirror Sect, Lu Zhishan! Have you ever heard of it?"

Lu Yunfei's wrinkled face softened instantly, and his eyes overflowed with brilliance.

Wen Jing was dumbfounded.

Why is such an important matter not written in the book?

In "The Tribulation of All Living Beings", Lu Yunfei is a cannon fodder, and the main text introduces him to raise his grandson Duoshe in just one sentence, without explaining his life experience.

How can a cannon fodder be so powerful?The mountain of that road is the only wood-type heavenly root among the five sects. It has entered the golden core stage in less than 100 years, and it turned out to be the father of this old ghost!

Lu Yunfei's eyes dimmed again, showing embarrassment and pain: "It's a pity that I have poor qualifications. Since I was born, he only has my three brothers in his eyes. He has never looked at me directly, and he has never even scolded me. Jing'er, do you know the pain of grandpa?"

Wen Jing lowered her head silently and did not speak.

Lu Yunfei was excited: "I don't accept it, I am also his son, why should he treat me like this? My younger brother practiced qi level 15 at the age of 20, which made him furious and called my younger brother worthless. But I am [-] He is old, but he doesn't even know my cultivation level! One day, I will feel proud and make him regret it! Tell him to look at this son who can't even name him, how—"

Speaking of a severe cough.

Wen Jing was silent and did not move.

With trembling hands, Lu Yunfei took out a dark sign from his pocket, like gold but not gold, like wood but not wood.There were tears in the corners of his eyes, and the lines on his face were soft, and he returned to his previous kindness.Lu Yunfei gently held Wen Jing's wrist: "Jing'er, grandpa has something to do later. If grandpa dies, you can use this token to go to the ancient mirror sect to find your grandpa. Although he may not remember Me, but you are also a descendant of the Lu family, he won't ignore it. What's more, your aptitude—"

Speaking of this, Lu Yunfei looked at Wen Jing greedily, his eyes rolled around and shone faintly.

Wen Jing sneered in his heart.

If Lu Yunfei succeeded in seizing the house, his own life would be in danger.If Lu Yunfei failed to seize the house, he would have to travel thousands of miles to send a sign to his home and report the funeral!

He looked at Lu Yunfei's hand, the dead branch-like fingers seemed to want to suck away all the youth in his body.

"Jing'er, did you hear that?"

Wen Jing slowly pulled out his wrist, and said softly: "Everyone has the fear of death. Now I finally know the reason why grandpa wants to take the house. But I, I have never met someone as disgusting as you. people."

Lu Yunfei was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?"

Wen Jing had already rushed out towards the door, shouting at the top of his voice, "Immortal! Brother Immortal! Help! Brother Immortal!"

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Black clouds rolled in the sky, menacing.

The rain is about to come, and the sky is filled with gusts of wind and thunder.

Three people stood by the clear mountain spring at the entrance of the village.

The elegant scholar was dressed in a white shirt, with a handsome face, looking 27 or [-].He glanced around, landed on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village, and muttered: "Qingquan Village... It's getting late, so let's spend the night in this village tonight."

The gray-clothed boy looked handsome, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and said slowly, "Yes, senior brother is wise."

Standing beside the two of them was a slender man, dressed in plain green clothes that had been wet by the rain, and said quietly: "I'll go and see if anyone is willing to take us in."

The gray-clothed boy walked slowly: "Fourth senior brother, the last time I passed by here with third senior brother, some woodcutters saw that we were able to walk against the wind, and they all thought we were gods, so there is no reason for them to refuse ?”

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched: "...to say that he is a god, really..." Shameless.

Everyone in the village has gone home to hide from the rain, only a few children are left at the end of the village looking at them blankly.

In the darkness, the long hair of several people fluttered in the wind.

The man in Tsing Yi walked slowly, passing several houses without stopping.Just about to knock on the door to ask, suddenly, a boy's shout came from not far away.The voice was panic-sharp, abrupt and terrifying, almost desperate.

"Immortal! Brother Immortal! Help!"

The boy in gray asked blankly, "Who is calling for help?"

The white-clothed man's expression changed, he flew forward, kicked open the door of a house, and rushed in.

The man in Tsing Yi came over in an instant and looked into the yard coldly.

A muddy boy was kneeling on the ground, and a ball of yellow light was desperately squeezing the boy's body.

"Brother Immortal! Help!" The boy's face was pale and in extreme pain, and the yellow light pierced his body like a sharp sword.

"Duoshe!" The gray-clothed boy shouted, but it still sounded calm.

Immediately, a white light came out from someone's hand, and hit the pale yellow light group unexpectedly!

Silently, the two groups of lights collided together, creating a brilliant circle of light, illuminating the surroundings like daylight.In an instant, the aperture disappeared, as if the power was exhausted, and it dissipated at the same time.

Wen Jing's face was covered with mud, and cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead.Looking sideways, there was an old man's body lying beside him, with a dagger stuck in his abdomen, and he was slowly becoming cold and stiff.

It was really a close call just now...

The man in Tsing Yi was covered in rain, walked in slowly, and touched the old man's body: "He committed suicide, his soul came out of his body, and he wanted to seize his body."

He glanced at Wenjing: "Who is this person?"

Wen Jing stared at him blankly.

Rainwater flowed down the face of the man in Tsing Yi, his eyes were ice-cold, his thin lips were ruthless, and there seemed to be a faint hint of coldness, but his temperament was like a spring breeze, a gentle temperament like flowing water.

Standing here, this man seemed to bring some warmth, softening the horrible courtyard a little.

"You are..." Jun Yanzhi?