Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother Chapter 64:

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Leaving Weimu Mountain Villa, Wen Jing went around the ancient mirror school.

Li Qingran, a Red Maple cult, is a wanderer of the Xiuxian family. Wen Jing wants some association with him. So he rushed to the same mountain to recognize his relative.

Lu Zhishan was stunned a few days ago. Although he was healed by Jun Yan, he has been unconscious. Later, Wen Jing ran back to Qing Xu Jianzong privately because of the big turtle death, so he didn't meet until today.

Wen Jing handed the dark sign to Lu Zhishan, and slowly spoke out every bit of his life with Lu Yunfei for more than ten years. Of course, the part of the house was not mentioned, and Lu Yunfei was not mentioned. The love and hate of Lu Zhishan.

Lu Zhishan was holding the sign of Lu Jia's family. He was a little embarrassed when he heard the name "Lu Yunfei", and he lost his thoughts for a long time. When I spoke again, there was a touch of sorrow in my voice: "When your grandfather was young, I ignored him and caused him to run away from home."

On account of Lu Yunfei's apology, Wen Jing was left by the old man, telling Lu Yunfei every word and action. Lu Zhishan listened quietly, didn't talk much, and occasionally asked a few words.

Wen Jing knew that there was a chance, so she took the opportunity to explore the Hengyang Palace.

"What do you ask the Hengyang Palace?"

"Grandpa said when he was drunk, the destruction of the Hengyang Palace is completely different from the legend. There are two inheritance methods of the Hengyang Palace that are unknown, which made him regret before he died.

This is nonsense. But Jun Yanzhi once said that Lu Zhishan knew a little inside information. Anyway, Lu Yunfei died without a proof, how could he get a word out of the mountain pass.

"How did he hear?"

"It seems to have been heard from a Taoist leader named Li."

The look of Lu Zhishan was a little gloomy, and he pondered for a long time before he said, "What else have you heard?"

Wen Jing carefully whispered: "... I also heard that the Hengyang Palace was actually destroyed by the ancient mirror."

"Nonsense!"

Looking at Lu Zhishan's face covered with dark clouds, Wen Jing immediately shut his mouth like a dumb person. After a long time, Lu Zhishan finally calmed down and said slowly: "Since you have heard something, I won't hide it from you, but this thing has nothing to do with the ancient mirror school, don't talk about it everywhere." /

"Yes."

Lu Zhishan cleared his throat: "The Dao Li, who is my disciple, was unfortunately involved in the incident at the Hengyang Palace, but he was blinded for a while, and he was already regretful. I wrote a letter before my death and confessed to me. Don't spread this incident in order to avoid damaging the reputation of my ancient mirror school. "

"Hengyang Palace was not destroyed by Yun Shaoyi?"

Lu Zhishan was silent for a while: "It's been more than ten years, and I still mention what these things do. Anyway, Yun Shaoyi is also dead, and things blame him, much better than spreading out. "

Wen Jing lowered her head and smiled softly: "... I see."

Lu Zhishan sighed again and said, "Yun Shaoyi is not completely innocent. My apprentice killed half of them, and all of them suddenly went mad and out of control. It must be Yun Shaoyi's trouble."

"Why did they go to destroy the Hengyang Palace then, and who was blinded and directed by them?"

"Why do you ask so many?"

"Isn't Elder Lu curious?" Wen Jing lowered his head.

"I didn't say anything in the letter."

"How did Li Daochang wake up?"

Lu Zhishan frowned at him: "He didn't know what was going on, and he was awake somehow. At that time, he was seriously injured and had no time to think about it. He hurried away in a hurry."

"Why did the alien's body not be found in the Hengyang Palace at that time? If there were an alien's body, presumably it would not be easily pushed on Yun Shaoyi."

Lu Zhishan frowned and moustified without saying a word.

"... Elder Lu, would you say that someone would lead this group of people to destroy the Hengyang Palace, and after everyone left, he would push things to Yun Shaoyi?"

Lu Zhishan closed his lips tightly and uttered a few words: "Stop this thing."

"... Yes." Wen Jing lowered his head and drank tea silently, but couldn't help but look up, "Things at that time seemed not small, I don't know how many people were involved."

Lu Zhishan looked down at Wen Jing with his eyes half closed, and said slowly, "You are my great-grandson, and I will naturally take care of you. But if you manage too many things and cause disasters, I can hardly deal with them. You Do you understand? "

"... Yes."

"Aren't you going to go to the south and go through some experience? These days are good, let's go." Lu Zhishan said a lightly order.

"Yes."

Wen Jing understands a little, why Jun Yanzhi didn't want to let him know what happened then. That night was so painful, once I said it, I felt like taking off a layer of skin.

He has no home since he was little and has nowhere to go, but Wen Jing has to drive him away from Hui Shifeng.

In fact, it is not Jun Yanzhi who should leave Hui Shifeng, but Wen Jing himself. At least, he has to return everything that belongs to Jun Yan, so that he has a good reputation, a peaceful life, or can meet a good girl who loves him, and even a family.

To do this, he must find out the person who controls everything in the dark, otherwise the person of Hui Shifeng will still have to die, and Jun Yanzhi will still go crazy. This is probably more than Wen Jing's stabbing his sword. Uncomfortable.

He reasoned that the person who killed Disciple Hui Shifeng in the original text was the one who led to the destruction of the Hengyang Palace. The reason why he killed Liu Qianmo and others may be to expose his identity under the excitement of Jun Yan's emotions.

If this inference is true, then Duan Xuan must be innocent.

What is the purpose of this person?

Lu Zhishan returned the dark sign in his hand to Wen Jing, and said with a kind smile, "I will let you prepare something for you, and bring it tomorrow."

"Thank you Elder Lu."

"... Actually, you can call my great ancestor."

"........."

Lu Zhishan sighed lowly, "Go, come and see me often."

"Thank you Elder Lu."

The "something" prepared by Lu Zhishan is a thousand low-grade spirit stones, fifty medium-grade spirit stones, one high-grade spirit stone, and elixir and magic charm made by Elder Jindan. Save your life.

Wen Jing politely packed everything and left the ancient mirror school with a big turtle on his back.

·

It didn't take long to get out of the valley, and the mosquito on his shoulder suddenly became agitated and fluttered towards a place.

Wen Jing tried to catch them, but two of them were still furious and buzzing. Wen Jing had some doubts in his heart, let them go and let them lead the way.

Several heavy snowfalls a few days ago covered everything in the white, and from time to time we can see snow wolves. The mosquito flew for about two hours and finally stopped in front of an ice lake and fell on top of snow.

"What's wrong?"

There is a chalet built by a hunter in the distance, which seems to have aura floating in the air. Uneasy in his heart, Wen Jing flew slowly to the cabin, but saw a young child and a middle-aged man come out of the hut and whisper.

He quickly squatted and hid.

"Dad, that person froze like that, and suffered such a serious injury, probably should not be able to wake up." The little boy gestured, "The sword on his waist is so long."

"Let's take a look tomorrow, it should be dying."

Wen Jing was heartbroken, waiting for the two to leave, and quickly ran into the cabin. Pushing the door open, I saw that the room was cluttered. There was a person lying on the side of the humble bed. His whole body was blood, and he had formed ice. His face and body were full of frozen pale and snow crystals. The eyes seemed dead.

"Brother Jun ..." Wen Jing's heart panicked and rushed forward. Aren't you in Jiamu Mountain Villa? How come here

He embraces Jun Yan, and he perceives his primordial spirit.

The breath is almost gone, Yuan Shen is weak!

Wen Jing put the storage bag and the big turtle on the ground, immediately took off the clothes of the two, and held the frozen body in his arms.

Da □□ crawled out without going back.

"Brother Jun ..." Jun Yanzhi's face was a pale blue, Wen Jing kissed his lips at a loss, cold and hard, and had lost his previous softness. "Why not heal yourself?"

A steady stream of warmth poured into the cold body, and Wen Jing sent warm aura into his body with his mouth.

The night gradually came, the cluttered huts became dim, Wen Jing didn't dare to move, his aura was exhausted, and his eyes began to darken.

He rests, waits for the reiki to slowly recover, and continues to transmit to his body.

Finally, the body in her arms gradually softened.

Wen Jing clasped his body gradually warming, leaning his head in his shoulder socket, and softly said, "Brother, I will protect you in the future."

His head is drowsy and sleepless all night. In the early morning, the body in his arms is finally a little bloody.

Wen Jing got out of bed and took a healing elixir to feed him, and gently took out the Su Xinjian on his waist. The bright red blood rushed out, and Jun Yanzhi murmured. When Wen Jing stopped, he looked at him in horror, for fear that he would sit up and slap himself, but the man finally did not wake up.

He dressed Jun Yanzhi and touched his face lightly.

It looks so good ...

Wen Jing felt itchy, and lowered his head to cover his lips, but his eyes were moist: "You won't let me kiss when you wake up, and now I will kiss enough."

Wen Jing lowered his head and bit his ears and neck, sucking gently.

He is panicking and wanton, and the boy's voice comes from the distance: "Dad, do you say that person is dead?"

Wen Jing was startled, hurriedly picked up the storage bag and ran out, picking up the big turtle outside the door with one hand, slipping away.

"Dad, a fox came out just now!"

"What fox? Don't bullshit."

Wen Jing hid in the distance and saw the little boy rushing into the room. Then he exclaimed: "Dad, how is this person all right? You said that I touched him yesterday. Head, is he fine? "

"... It's all right. Find something for him."

Wen Jing looked at the wooden house for a while, carried the big turtle on his back, and flew lightly.

·

The Red Maple Church is located in the southern part of Zhufeng Country. There is a famous city nearby called Linfeng City. It is prosperous and beautiful.

On this day, a graceful and beautiful 17-year-old teenager appeared in the most lively street of Linfeng City. He was in a gorgeous white coat and slender, hugging a swarthy tortoise, sitting on a white leaf. On a canoe, slowly passing in the air.

The people around couldn't help but look at him more.

"Who is this boy?"

"I don't know, it seems to be a family."

The tortoise is lying on its back obediently, moving its body a little uncomfortably, protesting against the new clothes on its body. As a turtle, it likes to return to nature, let the breeze touch the body without hindrance, and does not appreciate the artificial custom of dressing.

Wen Jing stared straight ahead, calmly under everyone's attention. It took him more than a dozen spirit stones tonight in order to get acquainted with Li Qingran. Li Qingran is a wanderer. He spends money like water, and his temperament is not elegant. He can't be related without money.

He had thought about using "Sword of Thunder" for Ling Shi, but Li Qingran was not short of money, and the price was too low and he would not sell it. If the price is too high, he will doubt again. Moreover, this sword technique was put in his house for ten years. I was afraid that Li Qingran didn't know where to put it. Buying from him would definitely not work.

This Li Qingran has reached a bottleneck in his cultivation in recent years. This elixir is extremely difficult to cultivate. Only the ancient mirror school has the treasures of alchemy, but it is never sold to other schools, which is a great opportunity.

Qingzhou stopped in front of a building named "Yiqingju", and Wen Jing walked down holding the big turtle.

You can guess from this elegant name, this is a casino.

A teenager at the door asked, "What do the guest officers want to play?"

Wen Jing didn't even want to think: "Dice."

"The guest officer follows me."

Wen Jing entered the small attic unhurriedly and stopped in front of a wooden door. Entering the door, the laughter of the laughter was suddenly enlarged, and there were beauties around 20 or 30 men, and the groaning and groaning continued, and calls and complaints were heard from time to time.

Wen Jing never gambles, but his mission tonight is not to win.

He held the big turtle tightly and stopped in front of a table. He couldn't throw out a medium-quality spirit stone in a whistle. He flew over everyone in front of him. On the big red word.

Everyone on the desk is quiet.

The shot is a medium-grade spirit stone. Who is this person?

The dice seems rich, and his voice is high-pitched: "Come!"

Two dice wander around on the table, and the spinning disc spins to move people's interest. These are all gambling tools that have been sealed by immortals. It is absolutely impossible to cheat. The people around them are so hot that they all sip and yell "big" and "small" one after another.

Finally, the dice are still on the table, one is four points, and the other is only one point.

The crowd immediately looked at Wen Jing. Some gloated, some showed regret, and others looked tentatively to see how he reacted.

Wen Jing smiled indifferently, took out a piece of middle-grade spirit stone, and threw it forward in a magnificent manner, and Huhufei fell on the "big" again. The spiritual pressure of the foundation monk suddenly frightened the minds of the wrongdoers to rob.

Some men on the table also came over and everyone whispered.

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know, come from the north."

"You build a foundation at a young age, and so rich, who is it?"

Zhongpin Lingshi is very scarce and has many uses. It is an indispensable material for arraying and refining. Although it was calculated as one hundred pieces of inferior stones, in fact no one exchanged them like this. In auctions, sometimes two hundred pieces of inferior stones were not replaced.

It's cool to be willful with money.

Wen Jing lost four or five middle-grade spirit stones in succession, winning three times in a row, and the people around him cheered. He didn't care, and threw away a few more with a smile, but only won once. Everyone was anxious, desperately trying to get around, shouting around him to see the excitement.

Wen Jing looked like a person with a light cloud and light wind, and she lost grace and elegance. She smiled and said, "I was just trying to try my luck, so I stopped playing."

"I won't play anymore ..."

"It's so easy to see how willing to spend it."

People scattered around boredly, but there were still a few left by him. A man in his twenties smiled and chatted and asked, "Under Li Qingran, where does this monk come from?" "

Wen Jing glanced at him and said: The fish is hooked.

He reported on the taboo, and accidentally touched the clothes wrapped with the big turtle, which embroidered a crane on the cloud, the same color as the fabric, but he could n’t see it without looking carefully. Sign.

The tortoise kicked uncomfortably.

The man squinted his eyes, glanced over the tortoise's clothes, and said with a smile, "It's Brother Lu, come to work in Fengcheng?"

"Swim around, just stroll around."

"This big turtle is a **** beast at first glance, so it must be capable. What's your name?"

Wen Jing smiled and touched Turtle's head: "It was taken at an auction last year. I heard that it is called" Xuanming Divine Turtle ". It's not expensive. One hundred or two pieces of high-quality spirit stone, character It ’s pretty good, just buy it. ”

Li Qingran respectfully said: "It must be a good job, just look at those eyes."

"Rewarded."

Li Qingran smiled and said, "It feels like I have a chance with Brother Lu, why not go out for a few drinks?"

Wen Jing pondered for a moment: "It's getting late, so I might as well drink it another day."

Why Li Qingran was willing to let him go, let's talk about it for a while, and several other people were also on the sidelines, and Wen Jing agreed. Li Qingran drank with him for one night. When Wen Jing was drunk, he only said that he was the great-grandson of Elder Lu, but he practiced in Qingxu Jianzong from childhood. In the early morning the next day, the two have become friends with each other.

"Although I am a disciple of the Red Maple Church, I have a house in Linfeng City, and my maids and prostitutes are readily available. You do n’t have to go anywhere else. You live in my house. These days, When you are free, you can walk around with friends on the road. "

"How sorry is this?" Wen Jing was a little upset.

"You're welcome." Li Qingran kept busy.

The next thing is easy. Wen Jing lived in Li Qingran's house, and he found it in the library when he had time. The books here are not valuable, and they are sold on the market. He is a distinguished guest of Li Qingran, and the gesture of turning the book is elegant. People naturally will not say anything, and he also prepares tea and snacks for him to read books comfortably.

Finally, on the third afternoon of living in Li Qingran's house, Wen Jing discovered the old Thunder Sword Technique in the corner of the library.

Wen Jing's mood is a little excited and uneasy. He opened the cover carefully, but he saw that the pages, although yellow, were no different from the old paper, with clear writing and nothing special.

That's it? What is the practice that led to the collapse of the Red Maple religion?

Wen Jing felt a bit puzzled when she touched the most ordinary paper.

This should be the "Five Elements Guiyuan Sword", but I don't know if it is the inheritance of the Hengyang Palace.

If you take it wrong, the consequences will be disastrous. This book is used to plead for guilt. If it turns into a marketplace, the scene is really unimaginable, and it is simply unbearable.

Wen Jing thought about it over and over again, and felt that he was too careless. He hid this "Thunder Sword Technique" and continued to search in Li Qingran's house for nearly half a month.

But still nothing.

Li Qingran is a very good host. He not only served Wen Jing very well, but also generously let his prostitutes sleep. Wen Jing blushed for a long time, but a woman waited in the room every night, and finally did not dare to return to the room.

At midnight that day, he stood by the lake in the courtyard, opened the annoying "Sword of Thunder", and quietly entered an aura.

The moonlight is like water, reflecting on the lake, flowing slowly on the paper sheet.

Suddenly, the scene in front of Wen Jing's eyes blurred, in the dimness, thousands of strange symbols poured into his head, violently collided, but meaningless.

Wen Jing's heart was a joy, he snapped the book and whispered, "That's it!"

The tortoise looked up warily and looked at the book in Wen Jing's hand.

"Well ..."

Wen Jing glanced down the pages of the book in a panic, but somehow missing a lot of words, and became incomplete.

What's going on? Did n’t you say that you only recognize the Hengyang Palace?

Since it's inheritance, that means to be a wishful thinking, why don't you let it go?

The symbols in my mind are "Five Elements Guiyuan Sword"?

Is this going to kill him? !!

In the early morning of the next day, when Li Qingran came looking for Wen Jing again, he saw that the room was empty, leaving only a note left on the table: "It is urgent, take a step first, and we will surely send Zhujidan to another day."

Li Qingran: "........."

·

After ten days of galloping on the road, Wen Jingma kept hurrying and finally returned to Qingxu Jianzong.

I took a bath beside Qingquan and put on my clothes. I saw Liu Qianmo falling from the air with anxiety on his face.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Wen Jing wiped his face.

"Where the **** have you been?" The voice was extremely harsh.

"........." Wen Jing swallowed.

"Master has been okay since the last time he went mad. You went out to swim and He Ling disappeared a few days ago. Do you know that I was dying?"

"The second brother is gone?" Wen Jing froze.

Liu Qianmo's tone eased a bit: "Fortunately, your brother is coming back and is showing it to the master. Your brother always hurts you the most, please wait and see him."

He Ling is missing, Jun Yan is back, Master is treating him ...

Wen Jing was too happy, his face sank.

Not good!