At this time, the article has not yet explained that Lu Jing was kidnapped. This paragraph is just a foreshadowing. Jun Yanzhi and his group passed by Qingquan Village, and they were greeted by Lu Yunfei after he kidnapped the body.

Just now, there was a heavy rain, and Wen Jing provoked the old ghost, hoping that Jun Yanzhi and his group would encounter Lu Yunfei kidnapping the body.

"You are..."

The man in blue said slowly: "I am Jun Yanzhi."

He brushed off the rain on his body and pulled Wen Jing up from the muddy ground. Qinghua's beautiful face was not cold at all, but had the gentleness of a spring breeze, which made people feel at ease and unguarded.

Wen Jing couldn't tell what he felt at the moment, he just felt dizzy.

The man in white walked in, looked at Wen Jing who was covered in mud, and said softly: "

My name is Liu Qianmo. I passed by here with two junior brothers. It happened to be raining heavily, so I would like to stay overnight." He pointed at the stiff corpse on the ground: "Who is this?"

Wen Jing was still staring blankly, ignoring the question of the young man in white.

Gentle temperament, as beautiful as an orchid; noble character, as flawless as an ice pot and a jade ruler... This is the feeling described in the book...

Liu Qianmo had never been ignored like this before, and felt a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Little brother, who is this man..."

Wen Jing came to his senses and lowered his head awkwardly to cover up, "It's me, my grandpa."

Liu Qianmo was silent for a while and sighed, "It's your grandpa, your closest relative, and he still wants to take you away..."

The gray-clothed boy also said, "He doesn't even let his own grandson go. It's really rare."

Wen Jing lowered his head guiltily and said nothing.

Jun Yanzhi looked at the old man on the ground in silence, and whispered: "It's getting late, roll him up with a straw mat first, and bury him tomorrow morning."

·

The savior stayed at home, Wen Jing found all the edible things in the house, made four dishes and a soup, and put them on the table.

When Lu Yunfei was there, he never slept well for a day, and was in a panic all day. Now that he is lucky enough to escape danger, he is really grateful to God.

There are only two people in the family, the grandfather and the grandson, and there are not many bowls and dishes, and some are even incomplete. He didn't think too much, but subconsciously picked out the most complete and beautiful bowls and chopsticks, placed them in front of Jun Yanzhi, filled them with rice, and poured tea.

Jun Yanzhi glanced at him lightly and said nothing.

Liu Qianmo raised his eyebrows slightly.

There was nothing in front of him and Junior Brother Mo, but Junior Brother Jun could eat. What a difference in treatment...

But... Junior Brother Jun saved him personally, so the boy's gratitude was understandable.

He introduced them one by one: "We are all disciples of the Qingxu Sword Sect, from the Huishi Peak lineage. These two, one is the fourth Junior Brother Jun Yanzhi, and the younger one is the eighth Junior Brother, Mo Shaoyan."

Wen Jing looked at the two and nodded silently. The eldest Senior Brother was a gentle and funny guy, and Mo Shaoyan was also a good and motivated boy, but it was a pity that they both ended up miserably.

Mo Shaoyan asked, "You knew we were coming? Otherwise, why did you call us Brother God so many times?"

Wen Jing was embarrassed and covered up by saying, "Everyone in the village called you that. I panicked at the time and called you randomly."

Liu Qianmo smiled and said, "How old are you this year?"

Wen Jing served him rice and poured water, grinning, "Thirteen years old."

Jun Yanzhi said, "But do you want to join the Qingxu Sword Sect?"

Wen Jing nodded silently, "I have to wait for the mountain gate to open in half a month to try my luck."

Liu Qianmo smiled and said, "If you come to Huishi Peak, you and I will be brothers in the future..." At this point, he coughed awkwardly, "It's a pity that my Huishi Peak has not accepted disciples for many years."

Wen Jing lowered his head to eat rice and couldn't continue.

There is a reason for this.

There are a total of sixteen peaks in the Qingxu Sword Sect. The main peak is managed by the head of the sect, Xi Fang, and the rest of the peaks have successors. The head of Huishi Peak is Duan Xuan, one of the five Jindan cultivators of Qingxu Sword Sect. He is unfathomable and famous.

With Duan Xuan in charge, Huishi Peak could have been the leader of the Qingxu Sword Sect. Unfortunately, it has made no progress in the past few decades and has gradually declined.

The reason lies with Duan Xuan.

Specifically, he doesn't care about anything.

He doesn't care about the cultivation of the Qi training disciples and never asks about it. After the disciples have established their foundation, he only teaches them a few sets of exercises and lets them experience them on their own without giving them any instructions. Although the Qingxu Sword Sect had clearly ordered fellow disciples not to kill each other, it was difficult to manage a large number of people, and the good and the bad were mixed. For example, Tianheng Peak had more than 200 disciples, and relying on their numbers, they bullied Huishi Peak from time to time, and no one stood up for them. Over time, Huishi Peak's reputation for weakness spread, and new disciples avoided it as much as possible. In the past ten years, no one had joined Duan Xuan's sect.

The topic was a bit bitter, and Liu Qianmo laughed dryly: "I'm afraid you and I are not destined to be brothers. The master doesn't like to accept new disciples, and only wants to focus on us."

Wen Jing didn't dare to expose it, and just said: "Yes."

A faint sadness filled the air. Wen Jing hurriedly finished his meal and went to make beds for a few people. The strong

wind

and heavy rain roared for half the night, and finally stopped in the middle of the night. Giving his bed to his saviors, Wen Jing wrapped himself in a quilt and lay on the cold stone ground. The rainy night was damp and the cold penetrated his bones. He was too cold to sleep. His teeth chattered. He finally sat up and sighed.

If you can't sleep, go to the toilet.

The moon was hanging in the sky, a little chilly.

In the small yard, a few clusters of small flowers were scattered, and branches broken by the wind lay on the ground. In the corner of the wall, the body wrapped in a mat was wet.

Wen Jing changed his mind and came to Lu Yunfei's side carefully. He reached into the straw mat and slowly groped in his arms.

A dark sign fell into his hand. It was the Lu family token that Lu Yunfei had shown him. It felt heavy, as if it was made of stone, and it exuded a faint spiritual energy. There were two ancient characters engraved in the middle of the front, but it was impossible to make out what they were.

Wen Jing looked at it over and over again, but still couldn't understand it.

This Lu family brand seemed to be a spiritual stone...

"It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?" A warm and low male voice suddenly came from not far away.

Wen Jing lost two and a half of his three souls, and quickly calmed down and turned his head to look, only to see a man in green standing quietly ten steps away from him.

"Jun, Jun monk, you're not sleeping either?"

Jun Yanzhi looked away and looked at the moon: "The rain has stopped, I can't sleep, so I came out for a walk."

"Me too..." Wen Jing grinned embarrassedly, put away the brand, and was a little excited.

Jun Yanzhi looked at the corpse on the ground: "Is your grandfather usually good to you?"

"Very kind."

"...I can't tell at all that he wants to take it away?"

Wen Jing felt a little bitter in his heart, but smiled and said: "I'm stupid and didn't see it at all."

Jun Yanzhi didn't answer, but lowered his head and looked down.

The moonlight was clear, shining on his profile, like a sculpture in deep thought.

Wen Jing's heart was surging.

This is the man who will unify the Zhufeng Kingdom's immortal cultivation world in a few years!

Silently watching, the profile was originally as gentle as jade, but in a blink of an eye, it was difficult to conceal the boundless demonic aura, which was fascinating.

Suddenly bloomed, and disappeared in an instant.

Wen Jing was stunned for a moment. What did I just see...

Before I came to my senses, the sound of a machine rang in my mind, like a red alarm, piercing screams one after another.

"Attention! Jun Yanzhi's character value has reached -1000! Please pay attention! The character value has reached -1000!"

Jun Yanzhi said something gently, but Wen Jing couldn't hear it clearly.

He was already confused.

The alarm in his mind continued, which was particularly maddening in the quiet moonlit night. Wen Jing stared at Jun Yanzhi blankly, wishing he could smash the machine in his mind that made the sound. Suddenly

, the alarm disappeared, and everything returned to silence, as if nothing had happened, leaving only a dizzy feeling lingering in his mind.

Wen Jing laughed dryly and asked softly, "What did Monk Jun just say?"

Jun Yanzhi frowned slightly, but looked up at the moon again, and said in a disguised tone, "Nothing. It's late at night, you should have a good rest."

"...Okay."

Wen Jing was a little confused, and slowly returned to his own floor and sat down, concentrating and breathing. Sure enough, a message appeared in his mind.

[The self-defense system is activated. From today on, you can check the character values ​​of people around you at will.]

·

In the early morning, the rain fell, and the sky and the earth were gray. Wen Jing stood at the entrance of the village and said goodbye to Jun Yanzhi and the other two.

Lu Yunfei had been buried in the graveyard behind Qingquan Village. Wen Jing kowtowed a few times to repay the old man for his many years of nurturing.

He used his consciousness to open the character values ​​of these three people.

The values ​​were somewhat unstable, Liu Qianmo's was between 300 and 400, Mo Shaoyan's was around 300, and only Jun Yanzhi's character value was stable and unchanged at -1000, which was classified as "extremely evil, anyone can punish him".

Wen Jing looked at the gentle face of the man in blue, and felt a little angry.

This system is broken, right? Such a pure and harmless person who makes people like him at first sight, actually said that he was "anyone can punish him"?

Liu Qianmo smiled and said, "We'll meet again later - maybe we'll see each other again after midnight."

Wen Jing quickly turned off the system and said, "Thank you for your kindness, goodbye, gods."

Liu Qianmo was about to apologize, but Mo Shaoyan said shamelessly, "It's just a small favor, don't worry about it, we're leaving." Liu Qianmo

thought to himself, why don't you call yourself the Jade Emperor, and took off with the wind: "Let's go!"

The green mountains in the distance stood in the wind and rain, and the white mist was everywhere. The figures of the three people floated in the air, and soon they merged with the mountain mist, hazy and blurred.

Wen Jing looked for a while and finally returned home.

Lu Yunfei was dead, and he was the only one left in the small courtyard. Although it was cold, he finally didn't have to worry about being scared, and he felt relieved both physically and mentally. Wen Jing packed up his things, sat in meditation every day, and practiced without distraction.

Half a month passed peacefully, and finally the day came when the gates of the Qingxu Sword Sect were opened.