Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

There was a sudden coolness, and the mountain wind blew in through the window, mixed with rain, passing through the room, and the half-covered window rattled.

Wen Jing hurriedly buried her head in the socket of Jun Yanzhi's shoulder, biting his smooth neck in bewilderment.

Jun Yanzhi said softly: "Don't worry, Junior Brother."

Wen Jing was so sad that she was about to cry.

He thought that he admired Jun Yanzhi, that's why he was running around like a puppy, but he didn't know that his feelings for his senior brother were so dirty and shameless...

There was a sudden burst of blinding brightness outside the window, illuminating half of the room as if it were daytime, Wen Jing was slightly stunned, and then, a deafening thunder exploded above his head.

Wen Jing's movements stopped suddenly, panicked.

Jun Yanzhi's clothes were disheveled, his lean body was half covered, his lips were swollen from being bitten by himself, and there were even a few traces of blood, which gave him a sense of beauty after the raging.

Rumbling--

The thunder sounded again, louder and harsher than before, and the lightning seemed to split the sky in two. It seemed to be full of anger, Wen Jing's scalp was numb, and his eyes were hot.

Even God can't see it, are you going to clean him up?

Outside the door, a spiritual pressure appeared.

Jun Yanzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, but he couldn't stop Wen Jing from getting out of bed in a panic: "Someone..."

Jun Yanzhi felt bitter in his heart, and nodded: "Yes."

Wen Jing looked down at him, she was not very courageous in the first place, and she was even more ashamed at this moment.He rushed to the courtyard desperately, panting, and his thoughts were extremely chaotic.

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

"Master, Master..." Wen Jing's tears rolled around.

Master has been standing here, I must know about bullying senior brother...

Duan Xuan's body was a little stiff, and he couldn't say anything, so he said coldly after a long time: "Have you finished swinging two hundred swords today?"

"Not yet..." Wen Jing tugged at her loose clothes, feeling guilty and afraid to look up.

Duan Xuan didn't speak, but let out a soft snort.

Wen Jing couldn't argue with a hundred mouths.A few days ago, he said that he was not lazy, but today he was caught.Duan Xuan's cold snort was exactly what he meant by "you dared to argue in front of me that day".

Wen Jing drooped her head like a defeated cricket.The wind with the rain mixed in was blowing hard at him, from head to toe, Wenjing was discouraged everywhere.

The door of the room swayed slightly, and a person came out from the inside, with slow steps, standing in front of Wen Jing: "Master."

Wen Jing looked at him and lowered his head even lower.

Jun Yanzhi's clothes had already been put on, no different from usual, although they were fluttering in the wind, they were still neat.His voice was gentle and calm, as if nothing had happened: "Master, what happened today is because of me..."

Duan Xuan interrupted him: "Today's matter is between you, so you don't need to explain it to me."

Jun Yanzhi nodded: "Yes."

Duan Xuan's voice was a bit embarrassing, but at this moment he finally returned to normal, and said to Wen Jing: "The Qingxu Sword Sect and the Gujing School are in trouble, and the test of the five major schools will be postponed until next year. Let's retreat together for a year, and build a foundation next year."

Wen Jing was stunned, not knowing how to reply.

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and bit his bloodshot lips hard.

Duan Xuan stared at the two of them in a daze, but he didn't know what he thought of. A look of pain appeared on his face, and his voice became more and more cold: "You can only eat after swinging two hundred swords every day."

"Yes." Wen Jing didn't dare to say anything more, and nodded in response.

Duan Xuan said to Jun Yanzhi again: "You follow me."

Jun Yanzhi remained silent, followed Duan Xuan to leave Wen Jing's residence, and looked back before leaving.

The boy was still standing in the open space in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, but finally wiped his eyes.

·

Duan Xuan lived in a deserted stone house in the shade of Huishi Peak.This was originally the residence of ordinary disciples, but Duan Xuan was nostalgic, and no one was allowed to touch the decoration of the room of the late peak master, his master Lu Zhen, so he randomly picked a room to live in and kept Lu Zhen's residence as it was.

The surrounding weeds were not cleared, and they grew like crazy.This is also the place where Duan Xuan practiced his sword. The stones were full of sword marks, and the branches of many trees were all broken, uneven, and there was almost no trace of popularity.This place is not like the place where the peak master lives, but rather like a place where people have been abandoned.

Jun Yanzhi followed Duan Xuan into the stone house, looking around calmly.The room was so messy that a pig would be ashamed. The table and cabinet were covered with a thin layer of dust, and things were scattered on the ground. There were books, swords, and magic weapons of the fairy family, all mixed together, making it impossible to stand.

Duan Xuan didn't care, and said, "Wait at the door."

His voice has always been emotionless and full of commands, like a sword taken out of an ice cellar, cold and aggressive.

Jun Yanzhi waited quietly.

Duan Xuan entered the back room, and came out after a long time, handed him a box, and said: "When I go to Feixian Tower in a few days, I will choose the "Withered Wood Sword Art" to practice."

Jun Yanzhi felt strange, but said: "Thank you, Master."

Duan Xuan said bluntly again: "This time we did a good job in rescuing more than [-] disciples of Tianheng Peak."

Jun Yanzhi hurriedly said humbly: "It's all a matter of duty."

At any rate, after a word of praise, Duan Xuan felt that the task was finally completed, and his tone became cold again, frowning: "You practice the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Art", don't delay your practice of swordsmanship. Those people will die when they die, what has it to do with you? "

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head, and couldn't help feeling amused: "Thank you for your teaching, Master."

Duan Xuan ignored him and closed the door: "You go."

"Yes."

The door was shut with a bang.

Jun Yanzhi opened the box, only to see a piece of jade slip lying inside: "Fengchun Zhenjue".

He froze for a moment, but he never thought that it was this exercise.

This exercise has some origins.

"Withered Wood Sword Art" was created by the dead wood Taoist 3000 years ago.Withered wood Taoist is a gold-type heavenly root, with a heartless heart, a sharp and ruthless swordsmanship, and a murderous aura that no one can control.

Because of this, this sword technique has been hidden in the Feixian Tower of Qingxu Sword Sect, and no one has practiced it.

After 2000, a Jindan cultivator of the Qingxu Sword Sect with two golden and wood spiritual roots had excellent comprehension and determined to practice this sword technique.His temperament is gentler, not as decisive as the dead wood Taoist back then. He was almost obsessed by the murderous aura of the sword, wandering between ruthless and sentient, extremely painful, and almost self-destructed his dantian.

On the verge of madness, the cultivator experienced a trace of sword intent, was dazed, and sank ever since.After waking up, he continued to delve into it like a madman for hundreds of years.

After leaving the customs one day, this monk has practiced a peerless swordsmanship, but it is quite different from "Withered Wood Swordsmanship".When he drew his sword, there was a little leeway, there was a bit of tenderness in the coldness, and he had the divine power of "Withered Wood Sword Art", but he didn't have a murderous look, but there was a hint of warmth.This monk is also a modest gentleman, high-spirited and bright, the world respects and admires him, and calls him "Yajian Zhenren".

A few years later, Master Yajian was persecuted by a demon who wanted to do immoral things to him.Master Yajian subdued the devil with his peerless swordsmanship, but instead of killing him, he stayed by his side to inquire and teach him, leading him into the right path.Later, he disappeared with the devil, and he disappeared without a trace.

Before leaving, he left a practice method for his tribe, which is "Fengchun Zhenjue".

"Fengchun Zhenjue" was left to his family by Master Yajian. Although Qingxu Jianzong wanted it, he couldn't get it.Unexpectedly, thousands of years later, this secret formula would fall into Duan Xuan's hands.

Jun Yanzhi only heard about "Fengchun Zhenjue", as for the power, he can only know after practicing.

He didn't really understand, Duan Xuan was in a hurry to let his junior brother establish a foundation, and what was the purpose of giving such a precious secret formula as a gift?

There was a strong wind blowing in the mountains, as if trying to uproot the trees.Jun Yanzhi looked at the billowing dark clouds in the sky, and put the box away.When he returned to Wenjing's residence, he saw that the door was tightly closed, like a mussel with its mouth closed.Jun Yanzhi knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

This is not difficult to understand.

Wen Jing is still young, he has never liked anyone, and he is still a good-looking man, so he might be frightened when he encounters the kind of thing just now.Jun Yanzhi pondered for a while in front of the door, and felt that he could not be forced at this time, so he left resentfully.

It's just that he didn't expect that this was the last time he and Wen Jing would meet this year.

A few days later, when he came to Wenjing's residence again, the door of the room shook slightly in the mountain wind.Jun Yanzhi pushed the door and entered, thinking how to coax him, but when he looked at it, he felt empty, the usual teapots and bowls were all gone, not even the wooden chair of "big snake and little Taoist priest" that Wenjing used to sit on. Disappeared.

He panicked, and hurriedly went to Liu Qianmo, but Liu Qianmo looked at him strangely: "You don't know? The idiot and He Ling went to retreat. The idiot is so good with you, I thought you knew. "

Jun Yanzhi was slightly taken aback, his head was buzzing, and boundless resentment surged from him.

This kid just opened his mind, and he hasn't got it yet, so why did he separate like this?I planned to let him have a deeper impression of himself before entering the customs, even if he couldn't eat it, at least...

Jun Yanzhi sighed lightly.

A year later, I don't know what will happen again.

...Also, you have to bring teapots, tea bowls and small wooden chairs with you when you practice. Only a fool can do this.Is this going to enter the customs, or to travel in the clouds?

·

Although Zhao Ningtian from Hongxiu Peak is short, fat and bloated, he is also very big.Jun Yanzhi cast spells on him for a day and a night, and even saved his life, but Zhao Ningtian couldn't wake up for a while because of his inner demons, and fell into a coma for a while.

Everyone thought that Zhao Ningtian was doomed, but now being saved by Jun Yanzhi became an unexpected surprise.As a result, the morale of Qingxu Jianzong was greatly boosted.

In the harmonious spring, everything seems to be back to normal.

Half a month later, all the obsessed disciples of Tianheng Peak and Gujing Sect woke up, and none of them died.Xi Fang summoned all the disciples of Qingxu in the main hall of Qingxu, praised Jun Yanzhi face to face, and told the disciples to be careful, if they saw strange characters, they should report it immediately.

When Jun Yanzhi was praised by Xi Fang, his posture was humble, elegant and moving, not arrogant at all, and it really couldn't make people feel bad.It has to be said that his noble character like the bright moon has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people ever since.

After a few days like this, Tian Jun Yanzhi was practicing in his room, but he saw Zhu Jin standing respectfully at his door.

Zhu Jin said: "Junior Junior Brother, the suzerain invites Junior Brother to Feixian Tower."

The author has something to say:

By the way, I really want to write a story about real Yajian and the devil.

Devil (annoyed): When did I persecute you? !

Zhenren (smiling): ...you can't believe what the world says.