MTL - Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother-Chapter 43

Suddenly a burst of cool, the mountain wind blowing in from the window, mixed with rain through the room, the false window creaked.

Wen Jing rushed to bury himself in the shoulders of Jun Yanzhi, biting his smooth neck without knowing what to do.

Jun Yan's soft voice: "Don't worry, my brother."

Wen Jing is sad to cry.

He thought that he admired the admiration of the monarchy, so he turned around like a puppy, but he did not know that his feelings for his brother were so embarrassing, too shameless...

Wen Jing couldn't help but kiss the lips of Jun Yan, and said intermittently: "Brother, me, I am sorry, I am simply..." Not a person...

A soreness spread out in the heart of Jun Yanzhi. He kissed the small animals in his arms wholeheartedly: "It doesn't matter, I have already been... very long for you..."

Suddenly a glare of brightness outside the window, the half of the room was like a white, Wen Jing slightly smashed, and then, a thundering thunder exploded on the top of the head.

Wen Jing’s movements suddenly stopped and panic.

Jun Yan's clothes are scattered, the body is half covered, the lips are bitten by themselves, and even a few traces of blood, there is a sense of beauty after the raging.

Rumble -

The thunder sounded again, and the sound was louder and more harsh. The lightning seemed to split the sky in half. It seemed to be full of anger. Wenjing scalp was numb and his eyes were hot.

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

"Younger brother..."

Under the shackles, whispering, hoarse and low, Wenjing’s head became groggy again.

He once again bowed his head and kissed, shyly saying "I'm sorry", while shaking and pulling the clothes of Jun Yan, panicked, unruly biting, guilty, unbearable * but like in the wilderness The flame burned him out of thinking.

Outside the door, if there is a seemingly nowhere, there is a magical pressure.

Jun Yanzhi's eyes are slightly stunned, but he can't stop Wen Jing from looking up: "Someone..."

In the heart of Jun Yan, bitter, nodded: "Yeah."

Wen Jing looked down at him, and his courage was not big. At this moment, he was even more shy and self-confident. He slammed his fist and quickly got out of bed, rushing to the hospital desperately, screaming and panting.

He looked up in guilty conscience, but he saw Duan Xuan standing not far away, looking at him coldly.

"Master, Master..." Wen Jing's tears whispered.

Master has been standing here, and he must know about his own bullying of his brother...

Duan Xuan’s body is a bit stiff. If you say something and can’t say it, it’s been a long time to say coldly: “Is it worth two hundred swords today?”

"Yes, not yet..." Wen Jing Lala's own loose clothes, guilty of guilty.

Duan Xuan did not speak, but gave a cold cry.

Wen Jing has a mouthful. I just said that I was not lazy in the past few days, and I was arrested today. Duan Xuan’s cold voice is exactly what “Don’t dare to argue in front of me”.

Wen Jingyu pulled his head like a defeated beggar. The wind sweeping him with the rain, Wen Jing from head to toe, nowhere is not discouraged.

The door of the room was swaying, and one came out from the inside, and the footsteps were gentle, standing in front of Wen Jing: "Master."

Wen Jing looked at him and his head sank lower.

Jun Yanzhi’s clothes have already been worn, and they are no different from usual. Although they are flying in the wind, they are neat. His voice was gentle and calm, as if nothing had happened: "Master, today's business is me..."

Duan Xuan interrupted him: "The matter of today is something between you, you don't have to explain it to me."

Jun Yan's dagger: "Yes."

Duan Xuan’s voice is a bit embarrassing. At this moment, it has finally returned to normal. Xiang Wendao said: “The Qingxu Jianzong and the ancient mirrors are in trouble. The five major factions will try to postpone until next year. You are now practicing the eleventh floor, and He Ling. Retire together for one year and build a foundation next year."

Wen Jing stayed and stayed, didn't know how to reply.

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head and bit his **** lips.

Duan Xuan looked at the two, but did not know what to think, a bit of pain in his face, the voice became more and more chilly: "After two hundred swords can be eaten daily."

"Yes." Wen Jing did not dare to say anything, nodded.

Duan Xuan went to Jun Yan’s way: "You come with me."

Jun Yan did not say anything, and Duan Xuan left Wenjing’s residence and looked back when he left.

The teenager still stood on the open ground, and did not know what he was thinking, but he finally wiped his eyes.

Duan Xuan’s residence is in a stone house in Hu Shifeng, a cold and clear place. Here is the residence of the general disciple, but Duan Xuan is nostalgic, and no one is allowed to touch the late peak, that is, the arrangement of his master's room, so he chooses a room to live in, and keeps Lu's residence as it is.

The weeds around were not cleared, and the madness was long. This is also the place where Duan Xuan practiced the sword. The stone was full of sword marks. Many of the branches of the trees were brushed and broken, and there was almost no trace of popularity. It is not like the place where the peak lives, but it is like a place abandoned.

Jun Yanzhi entered the stone house with Duan Xuan, and looked around quietly. The room was so messy that the pigs would be ashamed, the desk cabinet was covered with a thin layer of dust, and the things were scattered on the ground. There were books, swords, and fairy magic weapons, which were mixed together and made people stand up.

Duan Xuan did not care, saying: "waiting at the door."

His voice has always had no feelings, and it is full of commands, like a sword taken from a hail, cold and aggressive.

Jun Yanzhi waited quietly.

Duan Xuan entered the inner room. After a long time, he came out and handed him a box. He said, "When you go to Feixianlou in a few days, choose the "Deadwood Sword" practice."

Jun Yan’s heart is strange, but he said: “Thank you, Master.”

Duan Xuan said bluntly: "This time, the rescue of more than 70 disciples of Tianhengfeng has done a good job."

Jun Yanzhi quickly and modestly said: "It's all within."

Well praised, Duan Xuan felt that he had finally completed the task, and his tone returned to coldness. He frowned: "You cultivate "Hundred Thousands of Souls", don't delay the practice of swordsmanship. Those who die will die, what are you doing? ”

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head and couldn’t help but feel funny: “Thank you for teaching Master.”

Duan Xuan stopped talking about him and closed the door: "Go, please."

"Yes."

The door was slammed shut.

Jun Yan opened the box and saw a piece of jade in it: "Feng Chunzhen".

"The Dead Wood Swordsman" was created by the dead wood Taoist people three thousand years ago. The dead wood Taoist people are the golden heaven roots, the heart is ruthless, the swordsmanship is also fierce and cold, and the murderous is too heavy, no one can control.

Two thousand years later, a Jindan monk of Jinmu Shuangling was determined to practice this sword. He was forced into the devil by the murderousness of the kendo, and between the ruthless and the ruthless and the sentimental, the extreme pain, almost destroying Dantian.

On the verge of madness, the monk experienced a hint of sword and sincerely sank. After waking up, he went on like a madman and went on for a hundred years.

After the customs of Dacheng, the monk's swordsmanship is unparalleled, but it is quite different from the "Dead Wood Sword". He left a little room in the sword, and there was a bit of tenderness in the cold, and there was a **** of "The Dead Wood Swordsmanship", but there was no murderousness, but a hint of warmth. This monk is also a modest gentleman, high-spirited and bright, the world respects admiration, calling him "Yajian real person."

A few years later, Ya Jian was persecuted by a demon and wanted to do immoral things against him. Ya Jian real people conquer the devil with a peerless sword, but do not add killing, stay in the side to ask for advice, introduce the right way. Later, he disappeared with the devil head, and he did not know what to do.

When he left, he left a martial art to the tribe, which is "every spring."

"Feng Chunzhen" is the real life of Ya Jian to the family, and the Qing Xu Jian is naturally unable to catch. After thinking about the millennium, this sincerity fell in the hands of Duan Xuan.

Jun Yanzhi’s "Feng Chunzhen" is just a matter of hearing. As for the power, it will be known after cultivation.

He didn't quite understand that Duan Xuan was anxious to let the younger brother build a foundation, and he would give such a valuable sincerity. What is the intention?

The wind is raging in the mountains, like the uprooting of trees. Jun Yanzhi collected the box and returned to Wenjing’s residence, but he saw that the door was tight, like a river that closed his mouth. He knocked on the door and there was no reaction inside.

Wen Jing is still young, never likes to be a man, and he is still a man. He was afraid of being scared when he encountered the kind of thing. Jun Yanzhi thought for a while in front of the door and felt that he could not force him at this time and he left.

He did not expect that this is his last meeting with Wen Jing this year.

A few days later, when he came to Wenjing residence again, the door of the room was gently shaken in the mountain wind. Jun Yan's pushes in, the heart counts how to slap him, at first glance, but feels empty, the commonly used teapots and tea bowls are gone, even the wooden chairs of the "big snakes and small priests" that usually sit in Wenjing disappear. It is.

He panicked and quickly went to Liu Qianmo. Liu Qianmo looked at him strangely: "You don't know? Silly boy and He Ling retreat. The silly boy is so good with you, I thought you know." ”

Jun Yan's slight glimpse, his head creaking, the boundless annoyance surged.

This kid has just opened up and hasn't gotten it yet. Why is it so separated? I intend to make him more impressed with himself before entering the customs. Even if he can't eat it, at least...

Jun Yan’s light sigh.

After one year, I don’t know what it will be.

... Also, cultivation should also be accompanied by a teapot, a tea bowl, and a small wooden chair. This is only a stupid boy. Is this going to enter the customs, or go to the cloud tour?

Zhao Ningtian of Hong Xiufeng, although short and fat, is also a big fate. Jun Yanzhi applied his day and night to his life, but he saved his life, but because he was too deep, he was temporarily unconscious.

Everyone thought that Zhao Ningtian was dead, and now it was saved by Jun Yan, which became an unexpected surprise. As a result, the morality of the Jianxu Jianzong was greatly boosted.

One day after half a month, all the disciples of Tianhengfeng and Ancient Mirrors woke up. Xi Fang put all the discerning disciples in the Qing Dynasty Hall, and praised the monarchy in the face.

The attitude of Jun Yan is humble and not proud at all. It is really impossible to create a sense of evil. He is as clean as the moon, and has since become popular.

In a few days, Jun Yanzhi is practicing in the room, and Zhu Xi called him: "Jun Shidi, the lord asked the younger brother to go to Feixianlou."