Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother Chapter 83:

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Jun Yanzhi took Wen Jing's hand: "Five or six hundred people in Jianzong are waiting for us to rescue each other. Brother, you can take the overall situation seriously. Don't mess with the big turtle."

Wen Jing nodded in tears.

Jun Yanzhi said to Liu Qian again: "Master, have any of our brothers been injured?"

Liu Qianmo busyly said: "Guixinbi and Li Shu were injured and are lying in their own rooms."

Jun Yanzhi lifted Wen Jing's hand and left: "Brother, first you bring the big turtle into Master Jing's room. Let's go and see Master Gui and wait to see the big turtle next time."

Wen Jing's hands are clenched tight, and the joints are a little pale.

Jun Yanzhi said softly: "Let's go and rescue your Brother Li and Brother Gui, now?"

Wen Jing burst into tears and nodded heavily.

Jun Yanzhi clenched with his ten fingers, whispered softly: "Be patient ..."

Wen Jing held his fingers and a jade ring in his hand: "Brother, do you know who this finger is?"

Jun Yanzhi said faintly: "Hong Xiufeng Zhao Ningtian's ... now I'm afraid he has fled."

When he came to Guixinbi's room, he was writing at the table, his eyes frowning and depression, and he looked really bitter. For the first time, Mo Shaoyan saw him so afraid of death, and he did not hold back for a long time. He whispered, "Return to Brother, are you writing a last words?"

Go back to the niche and say, "Well ... what's going on ..."

Mo Shaoyan was a little speechless: "... brother, you have two months to die, do you know?"

Guixinbi was sore and choked, "Do you think you are too long in two months? Why are you so cruel?"

"... You can't die at all."

"You don't need to comfort me, you have your own illness, and no one who has used this technique is alive."

Jun Yanzhi stood at the door and coughed, "Go to my brother ... I'm here to heal you."

"Healing? Can you cure it?" Gui Xinbi looked straight out of his neck and saw that it was Jun Yan with deep grievances. The tangle in his heart started again. Will he be healed? "

Mo Shaoyan kicked him hard: "Why are you so boney?"

Jun Yan sat down without saying a word.

Mo Shaoyan whispered: "As the saying goes, good people don't live long, and scourges will last for thousands of years. Brother, if you don't talk nonsense and get killed, you will probably end up in bed."

"Get off, if I die, the most unbearable master is you, and I must ask you to be buried."

Although the mouth of Guixin Wall is cheap, it is not completely unreasonable, and once closed, he closed his mouth, lying in bed alertly and letting Jun Yan's heal, stare motionless.

Healing is extremely detrimental to Guixin Wall's physical strength. Jun Yanzhi expelled the magical energy from his body. Guixin Wall's injury was almost better.

Jun Yanzhi looked up at Wen Jing, but when he saw him staring out of the window, he asked softly, "Thinking about the big turtle?"

"No ..." Wen Jing lowered his head, but did not dare to look at him.

Jun Yanzhi is silent for a moment, holding his hand and saying, "Wait for a while, I will tell you a story."

Wen Jing nodded.

Jun Yanzhi said to Mo Shao: "Go tell Elder Yunxi and move all the injured disciples to the Qingxu Hall. I will rush after Li Shu is cured."

"Okay!" Mo Shaoyan left quickly.

Wen Jing said coldly, "Where is Zhao Ningtian? Did he just let him go? Would you like to hunt him down?"

Jun Yanzhi looked at him deeply: "No need to hunt, he will come to you."

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The Qingxu Great Hall is brightly lit. Although it is late at night, it is very lively. Hundreds of disciples lined up in a regular manner, while whispering, while lowering their heads waiting for Jun Yanzhi's help.

"So the suzerain is the one who ruined the Hengyang Palace?"

"So what is Zhao Ningtian doing?"

"Is Jun Yanzhi a devil?"

"Yes, but the events of these three years didn't seem to have been made by him."

"So it's not his fault that we were injured this time?"

"It seems not."

"Who's fault then? Isn't the lord dead?"

"Who do you ask me?"

"I just want to know what attitude to Jun Yan should wait for."

"He is going to heal you, what do you think you should do?"

"You might as well scold him, then you can go down and ask the lord to be clear."

"........."

"Who is the one who ruined the appearance next to Jun Yan?"

"Did you forget it? It was the one who entered the Puxian Pagoda three years ago!"

"Don't die after entering the Pagoda? How did you escape?"

"Who do you ask me?"

"He didn't die, which means that the lord may not necessarily die?"

"... It's too messy, so it doesn't make people live?"

Jun Yanzhi has been criticized and countless eyes since he was exiled from the sword sect three years ago. Few disciples present here have not spoken bad words about him behind him.

However, for 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, now the false benefactors, true and false gentlemen have become true savers, and the disciples have become favored parties, which is really difficult to accept. Their news is not as well-informed as the Lords, and the rumors are inaccurate, so many people still have a lot of hostility towards him.

The atmosphere in the hall is tense. It seems that if something is touched, it will erupt at any time.

Wen Jing's mind is not here, and his eyes flew outside the temple again.

Jun Yanzhi has never allowed him to see the big turtle, the meaning is clear enough. He didn't even dare to think about it now, and the big turtle was lying in a pool of blood, half-hung eyes and scratching his head in his palms.

The last exchange between them then.

Even if I rush back to see the big turtle, what can I see? A cold body?

Wen Jing's face paled slightly and his body trembled.

That steady, stupid thing has always been in his life. He never asks for anything, never asks for anything. He always lies on the open space, bed, and becomes part of the room. It has also become a part of life, and will not disappear suddenly, as if it will accompany people to go on like this in their lifetime.

After it disappears, will the days be the same?

Jian Yan, Jun Yanzhi's gentle voice sounded in his ear: "Master, shall we go out and breathe?"

A word brings him back to reality.

Wen Jing turned his head and looked at the disciples full of people in the hall, calmly saying, "No, you can continue to heal them."

Jun Yanzhi didn't speak. He took him to the elder Yunxi who was reading in front of the temple, and asked calmly, "Elder, when the Emperor Xi made me heal me, I didn't let me rest once a month. How many times do you let me rest? "

Elder Yunxi quickly put down his book and twisted his beard and said, "How many times do you want to rest, just rest as many times as possible."

Li Qingyun, who stood aside, whispered softly: "Master, Master Lu Feng, Master Shao Feng, etc. have all been harmed by the magic method and have not been treated."

The elder Yunxi said with a smile: "They don't come to line up, are they waiting for Jun Yanzhi to come to the door to cure them in person? It's okay to die, it's theirs, they have the final say. The lord should change , It's okay for the peak owner to change some young ones. "

The surroundings are quiet immediately, without any sound.

Zong mainly changed, who?

The elder Yunxi disappeared calmly, and waved with a smile: "Yan Zhi and Wen Jing go to rest. These are waiting to see a doctor. It will be good for you to treat them. I ’ll ask you back You drink. "

Jun Yanzhi: "... Elder Xie."

Wen Jing followed him without a word, and his face was as cold as ice scum. I used to blush when I was staring at everyone, but now I feel completely gone.

Jun Yanzhi flew in front, and with Wen Jing shuttled in the quiet night, came to a cliff with a beautiful moonlight. He dropped lightly, flapping his sleeve against the boulder on the cliff, smiling, and said, "Sit down."

The boulder is flat and spacious. Wen Jing sits cross-legged on Jun Yanzhi's right side, supporting her cheek with one hand, and sulking.

Jun Yan sighed, a little sad. After Wen Jing was disfigured, he kept showing his right face only subconsciously, and he was always caring, as if he had a knot in his heart. Now he didn't even care about this, we can see how big the turtle hit him.

Jun Yanzhi wrapped his shoulders and said softly: "Tired, aren't you?"

Wen Jing's heart is slightly sour, but still no expression.

"Brother, I'll tell you a story tonight, can you listen carefully, okay?" Jun Yanzhi hugged him down, let Wen Jing pillow in his arms, and pulled him over again. Long legs, wrapped around himself.

Wen Jing still did not speak, at the mercy of Jun Yan.

Jun Yanzhi hugged him tightly and said softly: "Do you know what happened to Jianzong's ancestor Qing Xuzi and that python, after disappearing from Jianzong?"