The stone house was dark, cold and silent.

Jun Yanzhi held Wen Jing's waist and fell from the air, expressionless: "...We're here."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Jun."

Wen Jing landed on his feet and ran quickly into the house.

The candles were lit, and the quilt on the bed bulged high.

Wen Jing picked up the big turtle gently.

The black eyes looked at him, neither accommodating nor resisting, but the four legs moved.

Just as he was about to carry the turtle out the door, he turned around and saw a person standing in the room. He had a slender figure, and his expression was a little hazy under the candlelight, and he was slowly looking around.

Wen Jing handed the turtle to Jun Yanzhi and touched its head: "This room is a little empty."

"It was originally for fifteen people to live in, so of course it looks empty."

Jun Yanzhi took the turtle and held it in his arms, but he still stood there, not looking like he was going to leave.

Wen Jing stared at him blankly. Standing there, is he going to stay as a guest?

He asked tentatively: "Brother Jun, are you in a hurry to go back? Why don't you sit down and chat?"

I thought he would say goodbye, but Jun Yanzhi said: "Okay."

Then he sat down on the chair beside the table and put the turtle on his lap.

Wen Jing was stunned for a moment and sat down. Although he was happy, he didn't know what to say. He was silent for a while, frowning and trying hard to think of a topic.

Jun Yanzhi said calmly: "What are you thinking about? You look so distressed."

Wen Jing lowered his head silently and said: "There is something I don't understand."

"What is it?"

"Wen Renmu from Tianheng Peak obviously thinks he is a good gentleman, why can't he distinguish right from wrong and help Wu Ying to make excuses?"

Jun Yanzhi said lightly: "... He is not a bad person, but he is mediocre and incompetent, arrogant and protective of his shortcomings, and can't even distinguish the people under his command. He was easily deceived by Wu Ying, only believed in one-sided words, was biased, and thought that we were the ones who bullied Wu Ying."

Wen Jing nodded slowly: "Are the people of Tianheng Peak also deceived?"

"…That's about it. If Wu Ying dares to tell the truth, I'm afraid not many people will stand up for him. Not being able to control the spirit beast is a fault and can be forgiven. But deliberately letting the spirit beast to steal our spiritual herbs is ill-intentioned, and he deserves to be beaten."

"It's a pity that we have no evidence to prove that he has ill intentions."

"Yes, there is no evidence."

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly, he stood up slowly holding the big turtle and said softly: "It's late at night, why don't you go to bed?"

"Uh, okay." Wen Jing also stood up.

I thought he was going out, but Jun Yanzhi stood still. Wen Jing looked at him, not knowing what he was going to do. How can he sleep if the guests don't leave?

As he looked, he suddenly felt sleepy. Wen Jing felt his eyelids fighting each other. He yawned and said, "I'll take Senior Brother Jun out."

"No need. You're sleepy. Go to sleep. I'll go out by myself." His voice was gentle.

"Well... OK, Senior Brother Jun, take care." In a daze, he only felt that Jun Yanzhi blew out the candle. The room was dark. A person slowly moved to the door. Then he heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

Wen Jing was too sleepy to open his eyes. He fell on the bed in a daze, covered himself with the quilt, and soon he could hear steady breathing.

After a while, the figure at the door moved, holding the big turtle in his hand, and slowly walked towards Wen Jing. He sat on the edge of the bed with an unfathomable expression.

"Lu Jing, are you asleep?"

The young man on the bed did not move, but uttered a vague "well".

"How old are you this year?"

"Thirteen..."

"Who is your senior brother?"

"...Liu Qianmo."

"Very good..." Jun Yanzhi's eyes were half lowered, and his mood could not be seen. His voice was gentle, but it was faintly cold. "Lu Jing, what is your purpose in approaching me?"

The person under the quilt was quiet for a long time.

"What is your purpose? Tell me." It was like a coquettish, tempting, gentle and slow.

"No purpose, I admire you..."

Jun Yanzhi was slightly stunned, as if he did not expect this answer. He frowned: "Do you know who I am?"

"I know..."

Jun Yanzhi's eyes revealed a trace of pain, and his hand touched Wen Jing's neck, as if he could break it with just a slight pinch. He whispered: "Who am I?"

"You are..."

The slender fingers slightly clenched, holding his breath.

"The celestial being beyond the ninth level..."

Jun Yanzhi frowned, slowly put his hands down, and said nothing. His brows were deeply locked: "...Apart from this, is there any other purpose?"

"No...ah, there is..."

"What purpose?" His eyes fell on him again.

"I want to know who you were with in the end..." I didn't watch it when I bought V, and I felt wronged even in my dreams.

Jun Yanzhi stood up silently and looked at Wen Jing deeply, his eyes were obscure and difficult to understand. He stood in the dark for a long time, and finally walked out holding the big turtle.

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After that night, Jun Yanzhi did not appear again, but other people in Huishi Peak gradually became familiar with him.

Gui Xinbi often asked him to practice together. Although he was sharp-tongued and taught him a lot, he really taught him some skills, and even learned the art of protecting the wind.

When Wen Jing was accused, Mo Shaoyan remained silent, but later he suddenly gave him a book of magic, but he did not explain why.

Liu Qianmo still met Wen Jing once every half a month, and his guidance was different from Gui Xinbi's, and he often hit the nail on the head when he was confused.

In the early morning of winter, heavy snow fell like goose feathers. Wen Jing was practicing in the stone house, and Mo Shaoyan's slow voice came from outside the door: "Lu Jing, come out, take you out to play."

Wen Jing looked at the big turtle on the bed. This turtle stayed at Jun Yanzhi's residence for ten days, and ran back again, staying for half a month, and seemed to occupy his bed for a long time. He wrapped the big turtle with a quilt, put a plate of food on it, and walked out.

As soon as they went out, they saw the fifth senior brother Gui Xinbi, the second senior brother He Ling and the eighth senior brother Mo Shaoyan, each wearing only a single piece of clothing and not afraid of the cold.

Gui Xinbi asked, "What are you doing staying in the house all day? I'll take you out to find some spiritual herbs today."

Wen Jing quickly put on his clothes and asked, "What spiritual herbs are

you looking for?" Gui Xinbi said, "There is a kind of spiritual ginseng in the Xunyang Mountains. It only runs around in winter. Let's go and catch some."

Snow Mountain Green Ginseng? Wen Jing was slightly excited.

"Snow Mountain Green Ginseng is green all over and about five or six inches long. It likes to play in the thick snow and moves quickly. Don't hurt it when you catch it. Just use its whiskers to make tea, which is very beneficial to your cultivation."