He Ling finally pulled Ji Keqing ashore.

Ji Keqing was a strong-willed person by nature, and now he had made a fool of himself in front of the three male disciples of Huishi Peak. His face looked a little ugly, and he said nothing coldly, using his Qi to dry his clothes.

He Ling looked around, and saw mountains on three sides, a deep forest on one side, and a deep pool in front of him. The water in the pool was sparkling, and it was yellow-green in the sun. He frowned and said, "Where is this?"

"I don't know--"

At this moment, something suddenly swam through the water, emitting a faint yellow light.

He Ling clenched his fist, and his cold and hard voice was actually a little excited: "Wind swordfish?"

Ji Keqing heard this and immediately turned over and jumped over.

There is a kind of wind swordfish in the Eight Wind Cliff. If it is hundreds or even thousands of years old, its body will emit a faint yellow light. The wind swordfish swims very fast in the water and is difficult to catch, but it is a very rare holy product for cultivation.

Wind swordfish are hard to find, and those that can glow are even rarer. For hundreds of years, people have only heard of them, but no one has ever seen them.

He Ling stared at the lake without saying a word.

Wen Jing touched his nose and whispered to Jun Yanzhi: "Second Brother is interested in this fish, let's go sit next to it."

"...Okay."

Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi sat on a huge rock. The sun was warm, and the boy's sweet face was full of smiles. He took out a white fruit from his storage bag, wiped it with his sleeve and handed it to him: "Brother, eat it."

Jun Yanzhi's throat moved: "... Yeah."

The boy's fine hair fluttered in the wind, brushing against his face, itching in his heart.

The two sat in silence, Jun Yanzhi lowered his eyes and secretly looked at the boy's smooth profile, and leaned his shoulder lightly on Wen Jing's body.

After a while, the lake water gradually changed to blue-green, and He Ling suddenly dived into the lake, splashing a small ball of water, and his figure looked like a wild animal catching fish.

Wen Jing was slightly stunned: "Second Senior Brother, just use the Four Dark Winds to force the wind swordfish out of the water. Why bother to catch fish like a bear? The speed of the wind swordfish is not something that ordinary foundation-building cultivators can match."

Jun Yanzhi said indifferently: "What He Ling wants to practice is accuracy and speed, and the fish is secondary."

The wind swordfish in the water is quite clever. When it sees someone coming to catch it, it escapes even faster. Its body is slippery to begin with. When He Ling's hand touches its skin, he can't hold it, and it struggles to escape.

He Ling snorted coldly, and competed with the wind swordfish, pressing forward step by step. The fish has lived in the Eight Winds Cliff since childhood, and does not know the dangers of the human world. Few people play with it. At this moment, it just thinks it has a playmate, and swims excitedly in the water, teasing He Ling from time to time.

Wen Jing opened his mouth slightly, unable to close it.

The personalities of Second Senior Brother and this fish are really...unpredictable...

The wind swordfish swayed in the water, flapping its tail to splash water, and slightly showing its head, as if to provoke.

He Ling's eyebrows wrinkled, and he did not move at all, but when the fish was the most rampant and unbridled, he suddenly jumped up and rushed down!

This jump was the limit of his life's cultivation. The wind swordfish was a little panicked and suddenly sank to the bottom of the water.

Right here, there was a slight popping sound, and a thick layer of ice quickly formed on the surface of the cold pond.

He Ling's eyebrows trembled, but he could no longer control his strength, and his head was about to hit the ice. In a hurry, the gray shadow quickly turned over in the air, spun and landed on the ice, his steps were unsteady, and he was very clumsy.

Most of the body of the wind swordfish was frozen in the ice. The fish body could not move, and the fish head was shaking, and it was extremely scared.

He Ling stared at Ji Keqing with hatred, and the latter looked at him coldly.

The corners of Wen Jing's mouth twitched.

As soon as the heroine made a move, she knew whether it would work or not.

In the story, Ji Keqing and Jun Yanzhi tried to catch the wind swordfish many times but failed. Ji Keqing became impatient, and used her special skills to freeze more than one meter deep ice on the surface of the cold pond. The wind swordfish was frozen and could not escape.

Now He Ling has been entangled with the fish for a long time, and Ji Keqing's patience is probably worn out.

Wen Jing silently flew to the ice, followed the sound of the water, found the struggling swordfish, drew a circle around the fish with a small sword, and took out the swordfish and the ice together.

The swordfish twisted in fear, but suddenly its head dropped and it didn't move.

Wen Jing shouted to the shore: "We caught it, this fish is playing dead."

He Ling stared at Ji Keqing gloomily for a long time, snorted coldly and returned to the shore.

Wen Jing excitedly placed the fish and the ice on a flat green stone, and showed the shining sword: "Let's kill this fish."

Jun Yanzhi and others had already approached.

The fish was originally as soft as a boneless body, but when it saw Xiaojian and the others, it suddenly came alive again, struggling and twisting in panic.

Wen Jing pressed the ice, and Xiaojian swung back and forth in front of the fish's head.

Suddenly, the fish's head stretched and shrank, and the fish's mouth opened tightly, suddenly spitting out a yellow stone, and the pale yellow light on its body suddenly disappeared.

The spiritual energy on the spirit stone was so rich that Ji Keqing's eyes lit up: "Yuuki Spirit Stone?"

Jun Yanzhi's eyebrows also raised slightly: "...It seems to be Yuuki Spirit Stone."

The wind swordfish looked at the people in a flattering manner.

He Ling frowned: "This fish is not even a hundred years old."

Wen Jing looked at everyone awkwardly: "This Yuanmu Spirit Stone...what should we do?"

Ji Keqing glanced at the three people with a complicated expression, and was the first to walk away.

She gave up so easily that Jun Yanzhi, He Ling and Wen Jing looked at her with new eyes. Although she was not one of the seventy-two inheritors, she also had the important task of finding the spirit stone. She didn't want it without saying a word. I don't know what's in her mind.

Ji Keqing is a person who cares about face. He Ling saved her life just now. Although she didn't say it, she felt a little ashamed in her heart. What's more, He Ling could have caught the wind swordfish with that leap just now, and she didn't need to do it herself. If she wanted to snatch it by force, she couldn't fight three alone, so why waste her energy?

He Ling glanced at Jun Yanzhi and said, "Congratulations."

The "Distant Wood Spirit Stone" was owned by Hui Shifeng. Now that Mo Shaoyan was gone, the "Cover Grass Sutra" was inherited by Jun Yanzhi.

Wen Jing looked at the wind swordfish flapping its tail in his hand and said, "What should we do with this fish?"

He Ling frowned and said, "It's less than a hundred years old. It's useless for cultivation. Let it go."

Wen Jing agreed, carried the fish to the edge of the pond, and threw it into the pond: "Go, don't swallow anything else."

Jun Yanzhi put away the Yuanmu Spirit Stone: "It's time to go."

"...Okay."

He walked a few steps and turned back. He saw that the fish had found the water and swam silently for a while. It emerged from the water and looked at He Ling. It was unwilling to leave, and it seemed reluctant to leave.

Wen Jing couldn't help but say: "Second Brother, this fish must have been lonely in this pond for many years. It met you and played with it. It was reluctant to let you go."

He Ling frowned slightly, but did not look back and walked straight ahead.

Wen Jing sighed in his heart and followed the others.

...

After getting the Yuanmu Spirit Stone, the trial of the Eight Wind Cliff has been completed, and everyone's mood is much more relaxed. They walked in the wind during the day and slept in the wilderness at night. They walked for another two days.

On this day, they flew to the foot of a huge peak.

Ancient trees towered to the sky. The evening sunlight turned into dots of light, falling from the branches and leaves. The air was cool, making people feel relaxed. In front of them was a long cave passage that led directly to the other end of the mountain, exuding a hint of cool air.

Jun Yanzhi said, "I'm afraid this is the last section. After passing through this cave, you will reach the ancient formation that will lead you out of the Eight Wind Cliff."

Wen Jing was anxious, "You guys take a rest first. I want to pick some more spiritual herbs."

The other three looked at him at the same time.

Wen Jing ignored them and ran away in a hurry.

Digging spiritual herbs was just an excuse. There were many monsters in the Eight Wind Cliff, and some extremely precious monster fruits grew there. There was a cute big turtle and a noble, cold and charming little snake at home. Wen Jing wanted to pick all the monster fruits to coax them.

After picking fruits for a long time in the forest, the sky darkened and Wen Jing filled his storage bag.

He heard a gust of wind behind him and heard Jun Yanzhi's faint voice: "Junior brother, it's time to go." "

Okay!" Wen Jing stuffed the last few fruits and ran over in a hurry.

He Ling and Ji Keqing were already impatient and entered the aisle first.

Wen Jing blushed a little and said, "Junior brother Jun, let's go quickly."

Then he took Jun Yanzhi's hand and walked in.

The two walked one after the other and soon fell into silence and darkness.

The hand holding his own was cool and slender. Wen Jing squeezed it gently. He only heard the voice of the person behind him, which was a little hoarse: "Junior brother, what is your impression of me?"

Wen Jing opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer. Finally, he said: "Senior brother has a noble character and is admired by others."

The person behind him was silent for a while, and then said: "What else?"

Wen Jing thought for a while and said: "Senior brother has a gentle personality and elegant conversation, which makes people around him feel comfortable."

"What else?"

Wen Jing was stunned: "Well, this... Senior brother looks, looks good." But he blushed a little.

The person behind him was silent for a while, and said softly: "Junior brother, you are still young now. When you grow up a little, we can, we can..." The voice was actually a little hurried.

"What can I do?"

The voice behind him regained its composure: "...I can teach you a little more."

Wen Jing nodded quickly: "Senior Brother Jun, are you going to teach me some skills? I'd love to."

Jun Yanzhi was silent for a while, and said: "It can be considered a skill."

"Ah...Thank you, Senior Brother."

Jun Yanzhi unconsciously held his hand tightly.

The cave entrance was not far ahead, and the blood-red sunset could be seen faintly in the sky.

His dark life, like this tunnel without sunlight, finally came to an end. As long as he didn't know who he was, and didn't let him know his past...

"Master, Senior Brother, something happened outside."

Wen Jing stood at the cave entrance, his teeth trembling constantly.

Although the article had mentioned the tragedy of the cave entrance, Wen Jing was still frightened by the bloody scene and his face turned pale.

"...What's the matter?" Jun Yanzhi walked out of the tunnel.

Dozens of corpses were lying at the entrance of the cave. They had been dead for a long time. Their expressions were hideous and their bodies were twisted. They seemed to have gone crazy. A red flag was fluttering in the wind among the corpses.

Jun Yanzhi stared at the flag in a daze, and felt a sudden sharp pain in his mind, buzzing.

Screams, shouts, and crying rang in his mind. The gentle face of a middle-aged woman appeared in front of him, but in an instant she was struggling and lying on the ground, covered in blood: "Run, run!"

In the firelight, the blue and white flag stood in the night wind, but it had been dyed red by blood.

As soon as she finished speaking, a man stepped on her back, slashed her neck with a long sword, and blood gushed out like a stream of water.

Jun Yanzhi was stunned and didn't know what to do.

Who was the murderer? Who was it?

No, not just one, but two, three, four, five, six... all of them were killing, killing coldly and mercilessly...

"Brother Jun, what's wrong with you?" Wen Jing said softly.

Why are you so pale, not saying a word, and seeming a little absent-minded?

Jun Yanzhi didn't answer, his lips tightly pursed.

He Ling and Ji Keqing were standing not far away, also looking at him strangely. He Ling frowned and said, "Junior Brother Jun, what's going on?"

Jun Yanzhi suddenly came back to his senses, lowered his head for a while, and when he raised it again, his face had returned to calm: "These corpses are all from Shuiyue Palace, they must be the remaining disciples who have attained the Tao."

He Ling said, "Not bad."

Ji Keqing just felt disgusted, walked to the cliff and blew the wind calmly.

"Senior Brother, sit down and rest for a while." Wen Jing said softly.

"... Yeah."

Jun Yanzhi walked over with his head down, looking at the twisted corpses one by one calmly.

He remembered everything.

...Even the arrangement of the corpses was so careful, similar to that night, was it a coincidence, or intentional?

Who was so thoughtful?

Wen Jing felt goosebumps all over his body, and an uncomfortable feeling enveloped his whole body, as if he was in a horror movie. Suddenly, a system message came to his mind.

[Host: The self-defense system has detected a major crisis and has begun upgrading. It will be completed in about a month. This upgrade has a certain failure rate, so please be mentally prepared.]

Wen Jing was slightly stunned.