Ji Keqing flew away from the sky. Jun Yanzhi seemed unable to hold on and fell to the ground. Wen Jing was so panicked that he kept shouting, "Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"

CPR and artificial respiration were probably useless. Wen Jing injected a stream of spiritual energy into Jun Yanzhi's body and stopped his bleeding. After a long time, the pale man slowly opened his eyes and held Wen Jing's hand.

"Senior Brother!" Wen Jing helped him sit up.

"...Why are you here?" Jun Yanzhi looked at him with blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Uh...I couldn't sleep, so I came out in the middle of the night - well, to find that python..." Wen Jing was not good at lying and was sweating profusely. Jun

Yanzhi glanced at him, but then abruptly turned his eyes away and said, "Thank you for saving me. I am grateful."

Wen Jing felt bitter. All the words that should have been said to Ji Keqing were now delivered to him intact.

He had no choice but to ask: "Brother, what happened tonight?"

Jun Yanzhi pondered for a long time and whispered: "I don't know too much. I was in charge of patrolling the mountain tonight and heard sneaky noises from afar. I didn't know if it was a monster or a person. Just as I was about to go forward to investigate, I felt a surge around me and a very strong evil spirit attacked me. I quickly attacked and it seemed that I hit something. Someone screamed, but I was also seriously injured and lost consciousness, but the spiritual energy around me automatically dissipated."

The spiritual energy dissipated automatically, just like bleeding, it cannot be controlled and is a sign of death.

It was a critical moment just now...

Wen Jing followed up with the conversation: "Brother, don't you have an invisibility charm? How come you are so easily discovered?"

"I didn't use the invisibility charm tonight."

"Why?"

Jun Yanzhi hesitated and said softly: "...Because it's expensive, I want to save it."

Wen Jing stared at him blankly.

In "The Tribulation of All Life", Ji Keqing didn't ask this question, but when Wen Jing was reading, he felt that there was a bug here. Today, he couldn't wait to ask it, but he didn't expect it to be this answer.

So greedy, a little cute...

"Big Brother and Second Brother didn't use the invisibility charm either, don't you know that we are...poor?" Jun Yanzhi looked at him.

"Why didn't that person kill you?"

"...I don't know."

Because Mu Zhiqiu, who attacked him, is already dead! Tonight, Mu Zhiqiu's body was weak. Jun Yanzhi's attack hit his vitals exactly. He was already dead. And the body was...

Jun Yanzhi said: "Is he dead? Why don't we look around?"

Wen Jing said: "From which direction did the evil spirit that attacked Senior Brother Jun come?"

Jun Yanzhi pointed to a dark forest in the distance. The dense ghostly aura made people shudder.

Wen Jing supported him and was a little excited: "Let's go and take a look."

"...If that person is not dead, then..."

Wen Jing looked at him patiently: "Don't worry, Senior Brother, I will protect you."

Jun Yanzhi immediately shut up and glanced at him lightly: "...Okay."

Wen Jing supported him and walked slowly forward. After walking a few dozen steps, he looked in the moonlight and saw a cracked hole in the snow and a stiff body lying on the ground.

Wen Jing asked Jun Yanzhi to sit down, and went forward to turn the body over.

He was about thirty-four or thirty-five, thin and tall, with a mole on his left face, a gloomy expression, and had already stiffened.

Jun Yanzhi was stunned: "It's Mu Zhiqiu from Tianheng Peak."

"It really is!"

Not bad, not bad... It's done, we can call it a day...

The two of them opened the hole in the snow. The space was small, but there were more than a dozen stiff corpses lined up side by side. Most of them were dressed in Taoist robes, and they looked like monks from the Qingxu Sword Sect. There were also two or three ordinary people, who had been dead for a long time.

Wen Jing pretended to be puzzled: "What's going on with these corpses?"

Jun Yanzhi stared at them: "...I heard that there is a method of magic cultivation, which is to drain the spiritual energy of the cultivators, abolish their cultivation, and make them into puppets that cannot recover their minds, and use their blood to refine magic weapons. Could this be the method of magic cultivation?"

Wen Jing looked at his face and said: "Magic cultivation...isn't it against the rules of the sect? The three people from Bazhan Peak must have been killed by him."

Jun Yanzhi was silent for a while, and said: "Send me to see Sect Master Xi and report what happened tonight truthfully."

Wen Jing looked at him with fascination.

Go, go, take the first step to become a legend of Zhufeng Kingdom...

Jun Yanzhi looked at the boy who was looking at him silently, his eyes were a little gloomy: "Junior Brother Lu..."

Wen Jing said softly: "Senior Brother, I will carry you."

Then he squatted down with his back to her.

Jun Yanzhi lowered his eyes, looking at the small body and thin shoulders, and an unfamiliar emotion overflowed. His heart sank, but he quickly restrained it.

"Brother, come up."

As a male protagonist, he must first suffer his will, work his muscles and bones, and starve his skin. In the future, there will be all kinds of sufferings, and he will have to bear them alone in silence... If it were

the male protagonist of a stallion novel, there would be so many girls to comfort and compensate him. But the male protagonist of "The Tribulation of All Life" not only had to endure the pain of practicing martial arts, but also was framed, provoked, and threatened when doing good things. What's more, there were so many beautiful women, but he didn't even kiss them from beginning to end! It's really hard...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel sad for him. Wen Jing's voice became a little gentler: "Brother, climb up quickly, I'll carry you."

Jun Yanzhi silently lay on the thin body that was half squatting.

Wen Jing held Jun Yanzhi's legs with both hands, "Brother...you are not that heavy..."

Jun Yanzhi's face leaned on his shoulder, and his nose rubbed his neck faintly: "Really? Not too heavy?"

"I think I can hold you with one hand." Start bragging. "

Really? You are so powerful?" The voice was gentle, with a hint of smile.

"Hehe..."

Jun Yanzhi looked at the handsome face of the young man, but suddenly felt a little painful in his heart. He forced his eyes away, even his body withdrew a little, and said in a distant voice: "Let's take the Shanyin Road, it's closer."

"Okay."

The winter night was cold, but it couldn't chill people's hearts.

·

Arriving at the main peak of Yurong, the two waited in the hall for a long time, and finally waited until the banquet was served.

Wen Jing stood aside in silence while Jun Yanzhi briefly explained the matter. Xi

Fang listened calmly and ordered several of his disciples to investigate. Then, he walked up to Jun Yanzhi, his eyes like torches, and said kindly, "I'll heal your wounds."

The wounds were indeed caused by the magic weapon of the magic cultivator. The wounds on the waist and abdomen were surrounded by a dark color that was unbearable to look at. Unfortunately, the power was not strong enough, and there was also a protective aura to prevent it from spreading throughout the body, nor was it fatal. Xi Fang used

the healing technique to heal his wounds, and the dark color gradually faded.

Not long after, more than a dozen disciples came to the hall, lifted up Mu Zhiqiu and the dozen bodies in the snow cave, and lined them up neatly.

Stiff and cold, their skin was pale, some of them were bloodless, it was really scary.

Xi Fang's eyes swept over the corpses and said slowly: "Who are they?"

The eldest disciple Zhu Jin reported: "Master, I can't recognize them all, but there are several people who are missing from my Qingxu Sword Sect. They suddenly disappeared this year or last year and their whereabouts are unknown. I guess that if we continue to investigate, I'm afraid that all the cultivators here are from my sect."

Xi Fang pondered for a while and said, "Go and call your Uncle Lu and Brother Wenren."

Zhu Jin took the order and went to Tianheng Peak.

The cold wind was blowing, and Jun Yanzhi looked at Mu Zhiqiu on the ground indifferently.

He knew about Mu Zhiqiu's practice of magic last year.

He didn't want to make trouble, but unfortunately, Mu Zhiqiu blocked his way.

Jun Yanzhi has a peculiar physique. Every winter and early spring, when there is no moon or the moon is waning, his body trembles, and every inch of his body hurts, and he cannot control himself. There is a small hill between Yurong Peak and Hongxiu Peak, on which there is a huge spiritual stone, called Moonstone. Moonstone absorbs sunlight during the day and glows faintly at night. Every winter, Jun Yanzhi lies next to the Moonstone, and the pain is relieved. Fortunately, it is cold in winter and no one goes out at night, so he has never been discovered.

A few months ago, three disciples of Bazhan Peak were drained of their spiritual energy and their cultivation wasted. It must have been Mu Zhiqiu who did it. But for some reason, his body was not hidden well, which attracted the Qingxu Sword Sect to patrol the mountain.

This affected Jun Yanzhi.

After patrolling the mountain, Jun Yanzhi could not get close to the Moonstone, and the pain was unbearable. He wanted to kill Mu Zhiqiu. Unfortunately, his body was at its weakest in winter, so he wanted to endure it quietly for a few months and then take care of Mu Zhiqiu in the spring.

There is a huge stone at Huishi Peak. Although its effect is much worse than that of Moonstone, it is still of some use. Jun Yanzhi retreated to the next best thing and trembled on the boulder. Unexpectedly, he bumped into a road guard patrolling the mountain.

The next night, Lu Jing was in danger in the mountains, and he rescued him again.

They have been entangled ever since.

Therefore, Jun Yanzhi wanted to solve this problem of Mu Zhiqiu as soon as possible.

Wen Jing said quietly: "Brother, you don't look good. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Upon hearing this, Xi Fang looked at the two of them and said, "You have nothing to do with us here. Go back and rest first. We will make a decision after everything is investigated."

Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi hurriedly left.

The sky outside the hall has become slightly brighter, and the vast white snow is falling.

Wen Jing squatted down again, with his back to him: "Brother, come on, I'll carry you."

Jun Yanzhi silently pulled him up: "No need, the injury has improved a lot, I can protect myself."

As soon as the voice fell, dozens of black spots were seen outside the hall, growing from small to large. Upon closer inspection, they were dozens of flying monks. The leading man was about 40 years old, with black hair and handsome face, and dressed in an elegant Taoist robe. He was the head of Tianheng Peak, Lu Shaoqing.

The monks fell one after another, and Jun Yanzhi took Wen Jing away.

Lu Shaoqing glanced at the two of them and walked into the hall indifferently. Wen Renmu glanced at Jun Yanzhi, and his usual respectful and gentle attitude disappeared. Instead, he showed some hostility and followed him into the hall.

The other Taoists of Tianheng Peak were already unhappy and glared at him.