MTL - Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother-Chapter 73
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The man sighed and fell to the ground, fainting like an antelope. Wen Jing squatted down and gave him a layer of help to sleep, so that he would not wake up within ten days and a half.
Wen Jing bowed his body and looked at the jade slipped in his hand. The heart suddenly stopped.
wrong.
He toughly opened the right hand of the people, lying in the palm of the jade is about three inches long, the moonlight color is gentle and clean, it seems nothing special, but it looks like there is a light light slowly, is a rare top grade.
The appearance and shape of this jade slip is very familiar, just like the two pieces in his storage bag.
That is the jade of the finale of the "The Robbery of All Lives" and the outline of the next volume!
Wen Jing grabbed Yu Jian in his hand and quickly introduced a reiki. In a short time, his forehead had a slight sweat. His cultivation at this time is a far cry from the past, but the aura is blocked from the jade, and he is unable to enter.
In other words, the person who made this piece of jade was much higher than Wenjing, and set up a prohibition method to prevent insignificant people from seeing it.
However, this piece of jade has not yet been opened, so it should not be specifically intended to be admired. It is very likely that he never knew where to come.
Wen Jing bowed his head and thought about it, and unknowingly put the jade slips up and put them up. Things matter about the original text, he can't be taken lightly, or he is still in his arms.
He picked up the body that smelled the people, and found a cave tied with a close, and a layer of enchantment.
Wen Jing’s heart does not do anything, and it’s two. Anyway, he has tied the singer to a scorpion like a scorpion, and grabbed his jade, it is better to go to his residence to sweep.
The bad guys do the whole thing and send the Buddha to the west. Since it is destined to be an enemy, it is better to offend.
When the sky was twilight, a silent shadow disappeared into the doorway of Tianhengfeng’s admired residence and floated in.
The door was closed behind him, and Wen Jing opened his mouth and looked at it without words.
Liu Yu Mo is a big disciple of Hui Shifeng. His position is detached. The size, layout and area of the room are second only to the peak owner, which is twice as large as the Wenjing residence. This is the long-standing rule of the Qingxu Jianzong. When the peak enters the customs, unless the special instructions are given, the younger disciples are in charge of all matters, so the monthly cases and permissions are very different. Liu Wei’s taste is good, but there are few valuable things, but they are also packed up in some styles.
However, the room of Liu Yumo now looks like the bandit of the country grandmother's house. Although it is comfortable and human, it is eclipsed by the omnipresent and elegant furnishings.
It is the elegance and beauty of the people who admire the room.
On the window and on the table, there are a few pots of grass that are at least three hundred years old. The fragrance is fragrant, and a few people can take a few mouths to prolong life. Tables and chairs are made of ancient trees of the millennium, with aura and value of more than a thousand. In the same color cabinet, there are strange-shaped Lingshi, rare monster bones, and you can sell hundreds of thousands of Lingshi with one piece.
These things are all prohibited by the law. If you want to steal from a low disciple, you are afraid to go to half life without dying. It is already a top-ranking figure such as the peak owner who is higher than the person who is admired. It is natural to see these things, even if it is put out, no one cares.
Wen Jing is not lacking in Lingshi, and these unsightly things can't attract his interest. He stunned for a while in the smelling room, and took out dozens of Jindan charms, two magic weapons, and several jade. Box of Ling Dan, a detailed study.
There was a burst of aura in the distance.
A disciple stopped in front of the door and said, "Is the master not there? Master has something to tell."
Wen Jing's heart is swaying. If he pretends to be absent, this disciple will definitely look for him everywhere. Sooner or later, he will find that he is missing. If you want to report a small report, you will have to add a lot of trouble to yourself. It is better to let the disciples run away.
He took out the illusion of Dantuo from his arms, and his thoughts followed, and his voice appeared in his mind, and he gradually changed his appearance.
He figured out that this disciple has already built a foundation. The tone is unrespectful and disrespectful. On the contrary, it is somewhat warm. In the position of Tianhengfeng, it is not low. It is definitely familiar to the people. It is better to face the face with his face. The room was sent to him.
He stood on the shelf and made a high-rise, overlooking everything. He said in a cold voice: "I have some discomfort and I don't open the door. What is Master's command?"
The disciple was outside the door: "Master told me that in the next few days, he would go to Yurong Peak to stay, let the masters temporarily serve the affairs of the peak."
Wen Jingdao: "Is the master going out?"
The voice of the disciple is somewhat weird: "The lord will leave for a few days at this time every year, worship the family, and let Master take charge of the size of the sword. How did the master forget?"
Wen Jing is a bit strange. The seats were released from the Xiuxian nationality. The family sacrificed once every ten years, and the momentum was huge. The parents and brothers who have been here have been dead for hundreds of years, and they have not married their children and children. They can’t think of their family.
He couldn't talk nonsense, and he was busy concealing: "There have been some detours in these days, and I have a headache. I have forgotten this. I need to calm down and adjust for some time. You will help me for the time being, and tell the younger brothers not to To bother me, I will find you when I am better."
The disciple quietly and quietly said: "I know, the master is taking a good rest. There is no grass in the horizon, and the master wants to open."
Wen Jing did not know what happened to people who had been screaming three years ago and immediately stunned. What does this mean? He fell in love?
He did not dare to ask, but he had to pretend to be a gesture: "It is also true. How many younger brothers are waiting for me to guide me, I can't just remember one person."
The disciple outside the door was silent for a long time, and finally said: "The brothers want to point out the meaning of the younger brothers..." He said something awkward and said: "Forget it, I understand. You can rest assured, let us be a brother, you change. I am standing on your side as well."
I heard that people in the heart of Wen Jing are the first-class straight men, not only to order relatives, but also privately messed up, simply can not think of his rumors of men.
He thought that the more he said, the more he said, the more he said, "Well, it's good! You are going to be busy, and if you have time in the future, we can also point to each other."
This sentence was originally a sentence of perfunctory words, I did not expect people outside the door to be silent for a long time, said: "...Master brothers take a good rest, this matter allows me to consider."
"...you think about it slowly." Wen Jing wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
I haven't seen you for three years, and I have a generation gap with everyone.
As soon as the disciple left the door, Wen Jing put a dozen or so magical symbols and two pieces of magic weapons in his arms, and his feet were smeared with oil. Waiting for people to admire, it is also a matter of a dozen days later, when he has already left the Qingxu Jianzong for many days.
He changed into a portrait of a passerby, passing through the layers of the mountains in a low-key manner, without attracting anyone's attention, to the nearest Xiangyang City to the Xiangyang Mountains.
He stayed in Fuyang City for a day, set up some line equipment, and began to think about how to find the things of Jun Yan.
Since Red Mape has taught something, Jun Yan may not be too far away. It is better to go there and find out.
The red maple disciples grew small wounds and bleed until they dried up. According to the very thin magical science mentioned in the outline of the next volume, this should be a high-level blood repair.
The magic repair is divided into three types: blood repair, gas repair, and **** repair. The cultivation methods are different, and some of them are harmful to others. Therefore, they are quite controversial. Jun Yanzhi is a **** repair, used to control people's minds, demons, should not deliberately practice bloodletting, blood-sucking techniques.
I don’t think so much now, let’s go and see the situation first!
When he made up his mind, he immediately acted, and after he did not look forward to it, the soles of his feet were like the wind, and he did not sleep without sleep. It took only eight days for the ten-day journey to arrive.
As soon as he arrived at Linfeng City, he heard about a big event.
On this day, he stood in the doorway of the most lively teahouse in Linfeng City, and the heat was raging into the air.
"I heard that there is no, let me say that the "Five Elements to the Yuan Jian Jian" is in the hands of Li Qingran!"
"Hey! In his hand?!"
"It's bad luck!"
"How could it be in his hands?"
"The next Linfeng City doesn't know what will happen..." The voice is worried.
"What is the "Five Elements to the Yuan Jian Jian"?" A young teenager is somewhat curious.
"I don't know this? Two years ago, Jun Yanzhi released the news, saying that this sword method is the inheritance of his Hengyang Palace. Now he wants to return to the original owner. If anyone takes it in his hands, he must bring his hands and feet with his hands. Otherwise, he slowly kills, kills without rushing, and kills the five major factions."
"Where has the murder of Jun Yan been broken? Two years ago, when the Gujing sect killed, he was caught in the face. The blood on his face was dead by the disciples, and he was almost accepted by the sect."
"Before killing people did not make excuses, and now killing people to find excuses, it is such a difference."
"Who is it, who is Li Qingran?"
"When you see that you are a foreigner, you don't even know Li Qingran. They are disciples of my immortality in Linfeng City, and they are going to practice under Hongfeng. This time, the red maple teaching is suffering, it seems that I am scared." Light, when I was drinking yesterday, I was shaken out. The "Five Elements of the Yuan Jian Jian Fa" was bought by Li Qingran by chance, and now he is in his hands!"
"How can Li Qingran buy this inheritance?"
"Who knows? I was not happy when I was afraid of one of the kings. I gave Linfeng City."
Wen Jing slowly walked in, quietly sitting in a corner, greeted a shop that was listening nervously: "The store is coming, the pot of tea."
The store did not hear the second, and asked: "Where did Li Qingran go? Don't hide and see no one. If you have a head debt, you will kill him."
"Who knows? His house has been cold and clear since this morning, and no one is there."
The crowd suddenly became like a fried pot.
"When you leave your throat, let's go!! What do we do?"
"That is, Jun Yan will come to Fengcheng at any time?"
"I was only talking about the five major factions, but now I have to involve my civilians?"
A 60-year-old man with a beard said: "Don't panic, this is the grudge between their cultivators, not necessarily to our mortals."
Wen Jing said again: "Small two, on tea."
Shop Xiao Er waved his hand impatiently: "You can't keep your life, what tea?"
Wen Jing picked up his eyebrows and said this in his heart. He looked around in the air, his neighbor was empty, and the teacup and teapot were on the table, and he was slightly hot. He thought that this person had left anyway, and he grabbed his teacup and washed it with the tea in the pot. He poured a glass of water on himself and continued to listen to those people talking loudly.
The threat of the four major factions of Jun Yan is purely nonsense, and most of them are framed by people. The "Thunder Swordsman" in Wenjing's room disappeared, and most of them were taken away by Jun Yan. Since he has passed down, how can he be asked to return his "Five Elements to Yuan Jian Jian" for no reason?
The matter of Hongfeng’s teaching is only part of the plan, but the specific situation is what Wenjing can’t guess.
He drank the water from the cup and took the teapot and poured a cup.
Not far away, a man came slowly, not repaired, ordinary, and mixed with people in the teahouse. He sneaked a glimpse of Wen Jing, but found that his teacup was being held in his hand, and he was drinking from time to time. He slightly brows his eyebrows, revealing a hint of unpleasantness, bowing his head and turning around in the crowd.
Not long after he went out, he took the small streets and alleys and walked around to a small inn. He headed down and walked quietly into a dilapidated small room.
When the bed was sitting, it sounded "Oh," and he didn't care. He took a big turtle from the storage bag. The big turtle seemed to be a little uneasy today, and the black beans seemed to be round and round, with four legs smashing.
There was nothing in the man’s voice, and he whispered: "I said, he is dead. You can’t find it anymore."
The big turtle opened his mouth and was in a hurry.
"Master and my brother are cheating us. You still don't understand?" The man put the big turtle down and said indifferently. "I don't care about him anymore. You still care about him? You care about him, he won't come back."
The big turtle hurriedly climbed to the door, his front legs against the wooden door, and seemed to want to climb out.
The man looked down at it and raised his long eyebrows: "What are you doing?"
The front legs of the big turtle scratched the wooden door.
The man sat motionless on the bed for a long time, suddenly stood up and pushed the door: "Where are you going?"
The threshold swayed violently.
The big turtle immediately rushed out and rushed out, but he looked at it with some uncertainty. He didn't seem to know whether to climb to the left or to the right. Finally, it turned to look at the man behind him, curled up his head and crouched.
The man's chest was ups and downs, and it took a long time to calm down. He smiled and held the big turtle from the ground and slammed the door.
......
In the teahouse, Wen Jing did not notice the man, he was thinking.
Li Qingran did not know that the "Thunder sword method" is the "five elements returning to the sword". This matter is only known to Jun Yan. I can tell that Li Qingran has the "Five Elements of the Yuan Jian Jian Fa", which is simply inexplicable. This matter can't be separated from Jun Yan.
In any case, if Li Qingran flees, if it is an arrangement of Jun Yan, he may want to use Li Qingran to make a fuss in the future.
Go to Li Qingran's residence tonight!
Everything is sorted out in the brain, and there is no need for the teahouse to continue. Wenjing found a hotel in Linfeng City to stay and concentrate on rejuvenating.
At night, the scorpion knocked three times.
"Dry dry, be careful of the fire!" The old man's dry and dumb voice sounded as if to bring people into the beginning of a ghost story.
Wen Jing flew out of the window and went straight to Li Qingran's house!
He lived here for a while, and in the afternoon he went to the door and pretended to sway and practice.
Not long after, a shadow fell lightly on the roof of the house and looked into the yard. He sneaked down silently, applied a stealth charm, and walked slowly in the courtyard.
There was chaos in the house, and the leftover clothes were everywhere. The tables and chairs fell to the ground and nobody took care of them, indicating that people were in a hurry and only took away valuables.
It’s not easy to say that Li Qingran is a **** person. There are more than 30 couples in the family. There are many people who are difficult to manage, and they are used to crying and squatting. He wants the commanders to clean up and take them away together, but also to softly talk about their psychological work. It is really a big project.
There was no such thing as a cultivator around the scene. Wen Jing slightly let go and went to the library in the house.
Dozens of quaint and elegant bookcases all stood firm, and a few books were scattered on the ground, but there was nothing left.
Wen Jing's several books have turned over and I can't help but feel a little emotion. From looking at the "Five Elements to the Yuan Jian Jian" from so many books, how long can I find it?
He licked his lips and suddenly understood.
These thousands of books, I am afraid that it will take a whole night to fully re-read, not to mention the need to import aura from time to time, check whether it is passed down, so busy, a few days and nights may not be able to have results.
Who will have this patience, risking being caught by Jun Yan, to find a book that may be "maybe" or "indefinite"?
It is definitely not a monarchy, because the sword is already in his hands.
All of this arrangement is for the sake of smashing.
Who is it?
Wenjing’s back was cold and suddenly realized that he had made a very serious mistake.
Unfortunately, it is already late.
Behind the scenes, there was a cold, calm, and familiar voice.
"Looking for the "Five Elements to the Yuan Jian Jian"?"
Wen Jing was too confused to think.
How can I meet in this situation? He is not the one to be arrested by Jun Yan!
"Why should you use illusion? Do you dare to show people in the true face?" The voice was calm and waveless, but the tone was aggressive.
Wen Jing bites his teeth.
Now the situation is critical, do you want to reveal the true face? It’s hard to face him if he hurts himself. But if he doesn’t reveal his true face, is it dead tonight?
Wen Jing pondered for a moment, lowered his head and removed the illusion, slowly turned to face him with his intact side, and walked into the moonlight coming in through the window.
"Senior brother, it is me... I came out from the tower of the celestial tower." Wen Jing felt like he was wearing a dress, and looked at the slender figure in the dark with a little restraint, his heart swayed.
The figure stood quietly and did not speak for a long time.
Suddenly, a person flies to his front like a ghostly image, his face is thin and thin, and his eyes are staring at him. It seems that it is unbelievable, I don’t want to touch it, I want to touch it, but I’m afraid that he will fly away, and I won’t dare to speak loudly.
Wen Jing slightly lowered his head: "How good is the brother in recent years?"
"Well..." Jun Yan slowly slid his hand and gently touched his cheek. The movement was careful and full of pity. It seemed that he was too heavy and he would disappear.
"Brothers..."
"This time, but I have to stay for a long time?" Jun Yanzhi gently held his hand, but it was as if he was afraid of people running away and locked tightly.
"Ok……"
"I will kiss you if you can't do it? I will be careful when I kiss you, and I will touch your face." Jun Yanzhi whispered softly.
"Well..." Wen Jing lowered his head and his face was hot.
The warm lips are slowly approaching, sticking to his cheeks for a moment, and slowly moving toward the lips.
Wen Jing burst into a guilty conscience and opened his face in a panic, but was quickly retreated by the pressure, and a wind blew into the dark corner, and the back was affixed to the cold wall. The tongue full of aggression immediately came in, eager and deep, and Jun Yan was vague: "Sorry... let me kiss for a while."
Wen Jing was so upset that he was intertwined with him.
I don't know how long I kissed. Jun Yan finally pulled out his tongue and reached the forehead of Wen Jing. His hand stroked Wen Jing's cheek, his face changed slightly, and his hands immediately lit up a ray of light.
Wen Jingman’s scarred face was unreservedly exposed to him, and he was caught off guard.
Half of the face and even a smooth skin is useless. The red scars are scattered all over the back of the head, and there is no hair left. When burned, it melts into the skin and turns into a black mass. This face is like the undead that came out of Shura's hell.
One of Jun Yan’s eyes stunned, and he distressedly stroked Wen’s cheeks, his eyes moist. “Is it still hurting?”
Wen Jing bowed his head. He knows that Jun Yan will not mind, but he still has some self-deprecating enthusiasm. He whispers: "There is no pain, but in general it is disfigured." He looked at the sky, remembered that Jun Yan would still be caught in the middle of the battle, busy: "Brothers There is still something busy, I will take a step first, and then find you again..."
Jun Yanzhi kept him in his arms and confused his lips: "If you are busy, you will leave me for three years. Let's talk about the old ones first."
