Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother Chapter 46:

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It's noon the next day.

The tortoise is a wild monster. Although I stay a little, I always find something to eat. When Jun Yan came down the mountain, he never cared about it, letting it crawl around the mountain.

Wen Jing and the tortoise have a harmonious agreement. Over the past few years, they have thoroughly understood its habits and can't bear to be wronged.

Wen Jing asserted: "I'll be back in less than three months." After thinking about it, I didn't know what to say to a turtle, and concluded: "That's it."

He took a few steps outwards, looked back, but saw the big turtle trying to follow him, although he crawled slowly, but very hard. He quickly waved: "Don't keep up, I'm leaving."

I do n’t know if the turtle understands it. Wen Jing hurried a few times like this before the big turtle finally stopped. Little bean-like eyes looked at him. It seemed that he finally understood that parting was about to happen, but he could n’t Follow along.

Wen Jing relentlessly said, "Look at the door for me, don't run around." He turned away.

When he went out this time, he put all his belongings on his body and made a desperate effort.

A giant ink turtle under the mountain lies on his back, with dozens of feet in length, width and height. When Wen Jing saw the monster for the first time, he couldn't help being fascinated. When he saw one of the turtle's mouths, he uprooted a few trees and bit them slowly, but he seemed to have a good temper.

Jun Yanzhi and He Ling are already waiting. Wen Jing looked up and sighed, "This is Huanghua Fengfeng's tortoise? It is a **** beast, compared to us ..."

He Ling interrupted him briefly: "This turtle has a dragon head."

Wen Jing is silent.

Well, this turtle has a dragon head. The turtles in the family only have ordinary ...

Jun Yan smiled: "Second Brother means that this turtle is not ordinary. Its name is Mo Xuan, and there is a trace of ancient Four Spirits, and my one is naturally incomparable."

Wen Jing said: Can't compare? It also depends on what is better than ... than better than ability, better than cute, more faithful, than stupid?

There is a wooden platform on the turtle's back that can hold hundreds of people. It is tied to the turtle's back like a saddle. The high platform is divided into two layers, the lower one is wide, but it is open and airy, and the upper one is relatively small but closed, so that people don't see the true appearance inside.

At the right moment, the sun shone fiercely, Zhu Ge said, "Everyone can go up." The disciples responded accordingly, flying up to the turtle's back one by one, and found them in the shade of the first floor. Somewhere to sit.

Xi Fang, Shao Jun, Lu Changqing and other five peak leaders also went together, flew up to the second floor, and sat down in "Elegant Room".

Mo Xuan ’s huge dragon head swayed and issued a long dragon yin, slowly flying up into the air.

The mountain breeze is blowing, the clothes are flying, and everyone's mood is very happy!

Mo Xuan is a third-order monster. It was slow at first, but he flew faster and faster, and the surrounding scenery passed quickly. Wen Jing found the shade and sat cross-legged against a wooden railing, subconsciously looking for a cyan figure.

Jun Yanzhi's blue shirt swings, and the hair band behind him also dances. He was standing a dozen steps away from him, and bowed his head to speak to two good-looking female disciples.

The book says, "Jun Yanzhi is a hostile person, not good at communicating with female disciples, always keeping a distance and speaking carefully. The more so, the higher the woman's evaluation of him is, the more he is praised in his words. Some people are dissatisfied in their hearts, so they secretly denigrate him as a hypocrite, and do not believe that there are really people in the world who are not in trouble. "

While tracing the post, Wen Jing could smell the sour taste of these people through his mobile phone.

Now watching the scene, Wen Jing can't see anything wrong with Jun Yanzhi. Although he is modest and gentle, he also refuses to be thousands of miles away. He has no intention of welcoming and rejecting. It is true from the inside out. Real gentleman.

It's just his Tsing Yi and hair band today, but there are also traces of touchup, at least, the same color is used intentionally ...

Thinking wildly, a person suddenly walked around and said with a smile, "You are here."

Wen Jing turned his head, but saw You in a dark blue dress, sitting down with a wooden railing on his back. His hair color was thick black, with one leg flexing arbitrarily, slightly tilting his head, and an unpredictable smile at the corner of his mouth.

Wen Jing also smiled softly and said, "It turned out that you were a master ... you have made progress in tracking down the magic repair?" His eyes still followed Jun Yanzhi.

Yu Si said: "Mo Xiu hasn't shot anyone to harm people anymore, why did he make progress?" He paused and said with a smile, "It's your sword spirit when you swing your sword. It's amazing ... you know, I When you watch your sword, I think of a legendary man. "

"Who is it?"

"A poor person." You Si smiled at him.

Wen Jing turned his head and looked at the past: "What do you mean by that? Who is that?"

You smiled, eyes narrowed slightly. The color of those eyes was a bit strange. From the perspective of Wen Jing, it was almost clear amber in the sun, like a half-sleeping owl. He laughed: "It doesn't mean anything special, so please do it for yourself."

Wen Jing is a bit inexplicable. What do you think? You seem to suspect that you are a devil?

He opened his mouth and closed it again, and then he said, "If I am a demon, I am afraid I have killed you now."

You Si smiled and stopped talking.

There is a young disciple who is not far away talking to his brothers. His voice is too loud, and everyone around him looks at him. The disciple asked: "Brother, the destination of this trip is Hengtianmen. How many days will it take?"

A 30- to 40-year-old disciple said, "Mo Xuan flies quickly, which takes about three days."

The five majors have their own strengths. They meet once every five years and take turns to be East. The original intention is to exchange resources and connect feelings. By the way, they also bring young disciples to the world and learn from them. Let them know that there is a sky outside. .

The young disciple asks, "When is it our turn for the Qing Xu Jianzong to become the East?"

"It will be ten years later. This time it happened to open the Thirteen Mountains near Hengtianmen, and the time is quite good."

A disciple sighed beside him: "Although there are many treasures, I ca n’t take them away without returning."

The young disciple asked again: "This time, I was ranked 19th among practitioners of Qi training. I got a lot of elixir. Where did they come from?"

The older disciple said, "You do n’t know about it, I did n’t know it until after the foundation was built."

"Brother said to listen."

The older disciples were afraid that the foundation had been built for a long time. He saw that many young teachers and brothers wanted to listen, and he cleared his throat: "It's no secret ... Do you know there is a sword-making mountain near Yurong Peak? No It's about half as high as Yu Rongfeng. It's not very eye-catching and has no characteristics. "

"Saw it."

"Hundreds of Zhuji disciples lived on that mountain, whose names are not in the Sixteen Peaks compendium. They were those who practiced alchemy, alchemy, charms, and swords for me. The most famous, you may have heard the names of several swordsman masters, Songshan Taoist, Qinghui Taoist, Su Qin Taoist ... "

"Yes, I heard that."

"In the Qing Sect of Xu Qing, sword repair is the main method, and no one can match it. But there are good swords in the sky, and no good swords are useless. For thousands of years, Zongmen has devoted himself to training talents in sword making. , Realized many secret sword-making skills, and nurtured dozens of world-famous sword-smiths.

One of the disciples said, "I have heard that before the sword sect, the sword of the Qingxu sword sect was the most precious."

"An ordinary monk's sword can sell hundreds of fine spirits on the black market, which is simply priceless. You don't have to worry about it. After you build the base and choose the sword you want to practice, Zongmen will You create a suitable long sword. However, the sword repair of other schools is not so lucky. If you want to create swords created by the virtual sword sect, you need to exchange things with the same price.

A young disciple can't help but wonder: "When can I choose swordsmanship?"

"This is not so fast. After building the base, practice the sword first, and then learn a few sword styles, which will take a year. After that, Master will teach the sword technique based on your talents, and then look at it in a few years. Is this sword method appropriate? In short, the foundation has been explored for the first ten years, and then it can be slowly shaped. "

"Only practicing swordsmanship, won't you delay practice?"

The older disciple laughed and said, "The so-called sword cultivation is the practice of practicing swordsmanship! When you practice swords, you really move around in the body, open up the meridians and realize the meaning of swordsmanship. One level! It ’s just that if your qualifications are not suitable, you do n’t need to do sword practice. For example, He Ling of Hui Shifeng, the practice is the Four Sacred Winds.

"I Qing Xu Jianzong is famous for swordsmanship. If I do n’t do sword repair, it will be a waste."

"It also depends on each person's qualifications. That He Ling is the mutated spiritual root of the wind system, and the Four Sacred Winds cannot be more suitable for him. Moreover, that wind system method is no better than the top-level sword I sent. Facha. "He said with envy.

"What about the dozens of alchemists, alchemists, charms, swords, and sword builders mentioned by Brother Fang Cai?"

That old disciple sighed, "Have you heard that ‘50 is not a foundation, 100 years of life are gone; 80 is not a white lotus, and Dan is hopeless’?

"Seems like, what do you mean?"

"It means that if the foundation is not established at the age of fifty, there is no hope of foundation in this life. After the foundation was established, a lotus flower was formed in the sea. At the beginning, the color was darker. The higher the cultivation, the more lotus The color of the light fades. If the lotus is still not white at the age of eighty, the disciples will have no chance with Jiedan.

"That's it."

"Alchemy, alchemy, charms, and sword-making require monks to at least build the foundation. Unfortunately, young foundation-building monks need to practice urgently. Where do you go to study these? Cultivate a spell-maker, alchemist, and alchemist It usually fails tens of thousands and tens of thousands of times, and how much resources are wasted? Therefore, after 80 years of age, the hopeless monk was called by the lord, and the sect of the sword offered them generous treatment, let them give up the practice and focus on the sword Zong Lianji, alchemy, sword, and charm. "

"That's it. It's strange that the peaks have no masters in the foundation period, and they were all called to Sword Mountain."

The old disciple then said: "Most of us here will go there in the future. Like me, I was only 36 years old when I was building a foundation. . "

Wen Jing sat and listened quietly. Some of the things inside him were already known, and some were not quite clear.

It turned out that ordinary disciples can choose to practice swordsmanship after one year of practice. It is no wonder that Duan Xuan was so angry with him.

After practicing for a year, I only learned to swing a sword.

You Si suddenly whispered, "Your brother is here, and I'll talk to you another day. I'll take a step first."

Wen Jing had a chance to react in the future. There was a faint fragrance in his nose. A man sat down beside him with a light blue shirt. If he wiped his cheeks like nothing, it fell on Wen Jing's hand again.

Wen Jing lowered her head, and the palms under the hem were sweating slightly.

Jun Yanzhi's gentle and low voice came from his ear: "I was sitting here just now, your name is Yousi?"

"Hmm."

"You have a good relationship with him?"

"Speaked several times."

"That's it ..."

Jun Yanzhi's voice is lightened, it seems to be a little coquettish, but it is hidden under the moist appearance, which is hard to detect. He leaned lightly over his body, head against the wooden railing behind him, and closed his eyes.

There is not much space on the turtle's back, and there are many disciples sitting around. The body is inevitably leaning against each other, talking and laughing. The two of them looked normal and nobody cared.

Wen Jing is a little uncomfortable. His body is surrounded by Xinxiang, and Jun Yanzhi's breath is always sprayed gently on his neck. He lowered his head for a long time and thought about meditating. So he swallowed a Pigudan and said, "Brother, I'm going to settle, and call me when I get there."

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Wen Jing meditated for three days. When the five senses returned, his limbs were cold and the cold wind was blowing, as if to freeze him into an ice lolly. The sun is red, and the sound of footsteps and speech around is a little messy.

He is dizzy, but his hand is pulled up by Jun Yan: "Hurry up, leave."

"Hengtianmen is here?"

"Yes." The voice seemed a little unpleasant.

"It's cold."

Jun Yanzhi's faint road said: "Alpine areas are covered with snow and ice all year round, and naturally they are cold."

Wen Jing urges warmth in the body, and the blood suddenly relaxes, like a little sun filled with one by one. As everyone flew down the tortoise, the mountains left only a dark silhouette in the evening sun.

The head of Heng Tianmen and many disciples are already waiting. Be polite and ask the disciples to take someone to rest. Xi Fang lived with the peak masters, and the disciples were placed on a small mountain peak.

The sky quickly darkened, and the black crickets were hard to see at night. I only felt that the snow under my feet was a foot thick.

This peak is where Hengtianmen is a hospitality place. Although the peak is small, the scenery is beautiful. There are more than 20 sets of stone lofts, each of which can accommodate 20 people. Wen Jing, Jun Yanzhi, and He Ling lived on the mountainside, standing against a cliff.

After several bargainings, Wen Jing was assigned to a room with Jun Yan.

It's like this.

The pavilion has three types of rooms: one for one person, two for one person, and three for one person.

Although it ’s trivial to allocate a room, it ’s important for everyone to stay here for a month. According to the rankings of Zhu Zongmen, Zhu Hien divided the houses, and there was no reason and no objection.

He Ling was among the top ten monks in the foundation, so he was assigned to a single room.

Jun Yanzhi is ranked 17th, so he will live in a double room.

Wen Jing ranked second among disciples and was assigned to a double room.

He Ling only likes to be alone, and the single room is just what he wants, so he is not polite and just goes to sleep.

Jun Yan thought for a while, and said gently, "Let's live together."

This is a very logical result, and Wen Jing has no reason to refuse. He opened his mouth and kept silent, allowing Jun Yanzhi to take the two's brand.

Hengtianmen has a vast area. The rooms are really big. Although the decoration is simple, tables, chairs and tea sets are also available. In the room were placed a few glowing stones. The light was soft and moist, flowing from time to time like water, not glare like a dark lamp on the bedside.

"What kind of stone is this?"

Jun Yanzhi put down the storage bag: "This is a luminous stone produced by Hengtianmen. It is as featureless as ordinary stone during the day, but it will emit a moon-like light at night."

"There are moonstones in the Poyang Mountains."

"Hengtianmen is better."

Jun Yanzhi accidentally took off his outer shirt and hung it on the bed: "Master, do you have to take a bath tonight?"

"It's so cold, I won't wash it."

"Let's go to bed." Jun Yanzhi only wore a loose middle clothes, sitting loosely on the edge of the bed, touching the thick quilt, "Do you sleep inside or outside?"

The bed is very large, and three or four people can do it. Wen Jingben was thinking about the abacus on the floor. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Can my brother be afraid of me?"

The voice was a little husky, deep and beautiful, making Jun Yan's mouth dry and sweaty. He maintained a calm and gentle voice: "Don't be afraid."

Wen Jing's heart was pantothenic, and he whispered, "Brother, rest assured, my beast was not as good as last year, and I will never prey on you in the future."

Jun Yanzhi waited into the quilt and waited silently. After a while, Wen Jing took off all his coats and jackets, leaving only a thin lewd garment and lying down.

"I like to wear only obscene clothes when sleeping, brother, don't mind."

Jun Yanzhi sniffs the breath of the young man around him, the whole body's blood is boiling, and the thing is already standing upright in the dark duvet. He gently touched Wen Jing's forehead and said, "I don't mind."