Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother Chapter 48: this

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Wen Jing's heart screamed badly, speeded up and came to a snowy mountain shady place. The views of Hengtianmen are all snowy mountains in winter. They are vigorous and desolate, and they are almost the same. It is really hard to see what this is.

The cold wind roars, and her long hair flutters and messes.

Between the scattered luminous stones, a person lay down on the ground, a figure stood with his back to him.

The figure is hidden in the dark, blurred and difficult to recognize. Wen Jing grabbed his head and looked at it for a long time, but he could not see the outline of the man.

Blood flowing on the ground, a man curled up and lay, his twisted face lay beside the cyan luminous stone, reflecting like a ghost of death. He gritted his teeth and was full of fear: "It was you ... Yun Shaoyi ... it should have killed you ... kill ..."

Wen Jing was so excited that he could hear the sound of his heart beating.

Yun Shaoyi!

It turned out to be him!

This name is not someone else. It was actually a ten-year-old boy who had been killed by more than 400 people because of his magical hair. Must be him? There are several Yun Shaoyi in this world, and all of them have magic energy?

After the system gave Wen Jing's "Long Sun Shaoyi" a hint, he went to great lengths to find all the relevant people. When he accidentally turned to the name "Yun Shaoyi", of course he did not let it go.

Isn't Yun Shaoyi dead together with his family? How did you escape?

Now it seems that "Long Sun Shaoyi" and "Yun Shaoyi" are most likely the same person. Why did they change their last names? What is the meaning of the word "long grandson"?

The slender back ignorant of the man on the ground, a sword stabbed into his heart. The man's body hangs like a puppet with a broken line, lying on the snow, motionless.

Wen Jing was full of fear, looking at his head, hoping that the back turned and let him see who this man was.

The man wiped his sword in the night, but did not turn his head, and flew away in the moonlight.

Wen Jing didn't dare to catch up, his mind was chaotic, and when the back went away, he came to the body. The blood was covered with white snow, and the man's body was covered with scattered sword marks. There was no method and no tricks could be found. Only by deep cultivation, the sword was deeply drawn into the person's body, and it seemed to be full. Hatred.

The practice of this swordsman was only at least during the Jindan period.

If the system can continue to give him hints, if he continues, he will most likely find out the identity of Yun Shaoyi.

Wen Jing calmed down for a while in the howling cold wind, and hurried to the residence.

The arrow returning along the original road flew for a long time, Wen Jing entered carefully through the window, Jun Yanzhi had not returned, and there was no trace of popularity in the room. He looked around, took off his clothes calmly, plunged into the heavy quilt, and looked at the roof with a sting.

He was a little hesitant, and pulled back the obscene clothes, just like he was before he went out.

Yun Shaoyi was less than ten years old before she destroyed the family. Now, sixteen or seventeen years later, she should be the same age as He Ling and Jun Yanzhi. There are too many people of this age. Wen Jing is full of emotions, and his brain is buzzing, chaotically flying like hundreds of flies.

Sometimes, a slight noise came from the window. Wen Jing quickly fell down on the bed and closed his eyes.

The man landed lightly in the room, almost silent, and undressed and went to bed. The cold air can penetrate through the quilt, and Jun Yan's homeopath lay down in his arms, and found a comfortable posture to lean on, motionless.

A small cold wind swirled in Wen Jing's heart. He sat up half-supported and rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Brother, where did you go just now?"

Jun Yanzhi's face changed slightly, but immediately returned to normal: "Are you awake?" But he didn't care, he lay down on his back and said, "I just went to practice swords. The trial will begin. Can't sleep late. "

"Oh."

"Sleep, don't say much." After turning, he turned over and ignored him.

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In the early morning the next day, the sky is a bit gloomy.

Wen Jinghuai embraced Jun Yanzhi, his mind was confused, and he didn't sleep well all night. The cyan shadow beneath his eyes couldn't be more thick, like a malnourished little ghost.

"Brother is early." He greeted him, top-heavy.

"You're not very good," Jun Yan said lightly.

"A little headache." Wen Jing covered her forehead concealed, revealing the half-white and half-white face, "I am on the thirteenth peak, and occasionally I am full of excitement, so practicing sword is just fine."

"Don't visit Hengtianmen today, you can practice your sword." Jun Yanzhi picked up his bulky long sword.

"Well." Wen Jing lifted his sword in a listlessly and went out.

He easily forgets his troubles while holding a sword. Although he can only do one trick, "Green Pine Road", he doesn't feel embarrassed. He found a small corner in the snow next to his residence and practiced that trick all day.

He Ling and Jun Yan are standing side by side, looking at the window.

Jun Yanzhi thoughtfully, whispered softly: "This kid is terribly devoted to sword training. He may be more successful than you and me in the future."

He Ling's complexion looks like a piece of ice, but there is a small flame in her eyes: "It is not possible, it is certain."

This sentence makes Jun Yan's sudden depression feel unclear for what. He was about to speak, and was caught off guard, a sudden burst of pain in his brain, like a spoon holding his head, a spoonful of spoonfuls, to swallow him. He immediately suppressed the pain, but his body was involuntarily strained.

"What's wrong with you?" The moment's turbulent atmosphere made He inspired something wrong and turned to look at him.

Jun Yanzhi ’s expression returned to indifference: "Nothing, what do you say about Brother Two?"

"Someone wields a sword, but he feels superb and can't practice it. If he waves 50,000 swords, he feels that he is not enough. It can be one with the sword. Others don't want to, but they can't catch the slight difference between the true energy and the sword, and gradually give up. But he wields the sword all day long, as if in a state of forgetfulness, he has no thoughts. Only pureness can make the heart and sword unite. Wherever the heart arrives, the spirit comes along with the sword, and the fusion with the sword is the essence of Kendo. "

"I have been practicing sword for a few years, and I have never reached his position." Jun Yan bowed his head.

He Ling said indifferently: "You practice" Dead Swordsmanship "and" The Magic of Every Spring ", they are difficult and difficult to repair, and they have many changes. You can't practice your sword skills. Before Yuanying, you are better than him. After entering Yuanying, this kid is afraid that no one can match him. "

Jun Yanzhi gently pursed his lips: "The second brother said yes. I don't know what sword skills Master wants to practice for him?"

He Ling frowned, angrily and said, "I don't know everything."

Jun Yanzhi: "........."

It's calm during the day, and the head touches the pillow at night, and Wen Jing inexplicably wants to sleep. The eyes gradually turned black, and the weird drowsiness covered the whole body, which could not be rejected at all. He clearly wanted to stay awake, why did he fall asleep again?

Tonight, nothing.

The next day, Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi went out with the hospitality disciples of Hengtianmen to enjoy the spectacular beauty of the Hengtian Mountains. Whether the beauty is spectacular, Wen Jing has no intention to appreciate. He is concerned about the people who died in the mountains. The article says that Jun Yanzhi encountered Qi Jingshan's body when he was traveling with his disciples, making him remember all the time.

Jun Yanzhi flew beside him and said, "My brother seems to have some souls."

"Head, headache." Wen Jing covered her head.

"There is a sword stone in the shape of a sword in the sky ..." Hengtianmen's hospitality disciples pointed at a towering stone that was soaring into the clouds, twisted and twisted, and barely called a tumor with a tumor. "We ... "

A disciple who seemed to be fifteen or sixteen flew from Linshan with clear eyes, wearing a light gray tight-fitting gown of Heng Tianmen's entry disciple, panicking like a cat who couldn't find his way: "Brother, I saw See the corpse and corpse of Lord Qi Feng and Lord Feng! "

"What nonsense!" the hospitality disciple scolded, "Here are all the guests, so calm down!"

The young disciple was scolded, and stopped in front of the lead disciple, scratching his head and saying, "Really dead. Brother will follow me soon! The body chopped so many swords like this, like It ’s like a mince, and it ’s gone. ”

He pointed to a huge boulder in Linshan: "Just in front of that boulder!"

The others looked in the direction he pointed. The thorns in front of the boulder were covered, desolate, and seemed to be splashing with blood. A body falling behind the thorns could be seen, curled and distorted.

The hospitality disciple is only seventeen or eighteen years old and has not yet established a foundation. I was a little panicked when I encountered this kind of thing. I said to everyone: "I have something temporarily in my door. "I said to that disciple again," No shouting, you can see clearly it is Master Qi Feng? Didn't you look away? "

"I've been working here for more than a year, how could it be out of sight? Master Qi Feng also rewarded me with a few grasses of unknown name a few days ago." The disciple reluctantly justified.

"That's vanilla, which clears the odor of your body." The leading disciple gritted his teeth and followed him away.

"How can I smell anything? Brother does not believe it."

"........."

Wen Jing glanced over his head and looked at the boulder. The corpse could not see clearly, but the outline of the place and the rock was absolutely correct. When the light is dim, it must be a desolate place that night.

That is, Qi Shaoshan was killed by Yun Shaoyi that night. If Wen Jing can find out Yun Shaoyi's identity, he can repair the magic.

"Master, your head doesn't hurt anymore?" Jun Yanzhi's gaze stayed on Wen Jing's face, "the face is a bit red ..."

"Head, headache." Wen Jing put away his excited expression, covered his head and said, "brother leave me alone, just a moment."

Qi Jingshan ’s death was like a sea of ​​stones, and Heng Tianmen did n’t reveal a word, but Heng Tianmen ’s disciples walking around Wen Jing ’s residence became more and more frequent. He saw disciples in gray clothes from time to time, alertingly Walk slowly.

I spent another two days quietly and everything was normal.

I settled for two days, just as Wen Jing started to feel uneasy. At midnight, the sound of a piercing alarm woke Wen Jing again.

"The magic is in action, please host to check immediately!"

Wen Jing woke up groggyly, and touched his hand, the bed was cold, and Jun Yan had long since disappeared. He pondered for a moment that Brother Jun was delicate and weak and loved insomnia in the middle of the night, maybe he couldn't sleep, and I didn't know where to practice the sword. Wen Jing didn't have much time to think about it. He lifted his heavy long sword and was impatient to get dressed and go out. This opportunity is too few, and he only has two valuable invisibility symbols. He must reveal the true face of Yun Shaoyi.

After taking a few steps in the snow, he saw He Ling in white and flew over. He landed on the ground, frowning at Wen Jing, and said coldly, "What are you going to do? Where to go?"

Wen Jing is anxious: "Second Brother, leave me alone."

Why do Jun Yanzhi and He Ling not sleep, like night owls, wandering in the snow in the middle of the night?

"What do you do late at night? Where is your junior?"

"Not here!"

He Ling snorted softly and grabbed Wen Jing's collar: "Go back to sleep."

Wen Jing angrily said, "You let go of me! I have something important!"

He struggled hard and offered a stealth amulet. He Ling's response was faster, and he flew up scornfully and held the spirit charm in his hand. Wen Jing shouted "Dare you!" He pulled He Ling's arm in a hurry, and suddenly a soft noise, the figures of the two disappeared into the air.

He Ling hugged Wen Jing's wrist. The tone was low but it made people shudder: "Where did you get this stealth amulet? Take it back to sleep!"

Wen Jing was so anxious, he was snoring intimidated by He Ling, and gritted his teeth, "It's probably God's will to hit the second brother tonight. I'll take the second brother to see someone tonight." /

"Who is it?"

Wen Jing pulled him: "No need to say more, just go and see."