The ending of the Eight Wind Cliff Trial is similar to the original text.

Jun Yanzhi waited in front of the exit formation for a day, and Liu Qianmo and others finally arrived. Everyone felt relieved and was just glad that no accidents happened. Li Shu, Gu Jinping and others saw the horrible and weird scene at the cave entrance, their faces turned pale and blue, and they almost vomited.

After everyone calmed down, Wen Jing roughly told them what happened in the past few days.

The ninth disciple Bai Xiao was usually timid and rarely spoke, but he was also a little surprised at this moment: "Did we find the Yuanmu Spirit Stone?"

Jun Yanzhi took out the spirit stone, only to see that the spirit stone was only slightly larger than the earring pendant worn by girls, but the spiritual energy was very rich. Looking towards the sun, it seemed as if something was flowing slowly inside the spirit stone, showing a light green color and dazzling colors.

The disciples of Huishi Peak had never seen good things before, but Liu Qianmo and others were able to maintain their dignity and were not petty. Several young people looked at it again and again with curiosity, sighing and sighing.

Li Shu smiled and said, "We actually found this spirit stone. This time we can be proud of it."

Liu Qianmo felt a little bitter in his heart, "It's a pity that the master is in seclusion again. Even if we win a set of inherited skills for Huishi Peak, the master doesn't know."

Gui Xinbi curled his lips and whispered, "Even if he knew, what can he do? He won't take it seriously."

Peng Shao hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Everyone was silent.

Gu Jinping said, "Since we have found the 'Distant Wood', one of Senior Brother Jun and Junior Brother Mo will have to inherit the "Cover Grass Sutra". Who will inherit it?"

Liu Qianmo glanced at Mo Shaoyan and whispered, "We'll talk about this when we get back."

Mo Shaoyan had been watching silently, but he lowered his eyes silently. He knew that since the "Distant Wood Spirit Stone" was found by Jun Yanzhi, the "Cover Grass Sutra" would most likely be inherited by Senior Brother Jun. Moreover, the disciple who inherited it would most likely become the next peak master. Senior Brother Jun's intelligence and cultivation were much better than his own, so he must have no hope.

Even though he didn't have much hope at the beginning and knew that he was not suitable to be the successor, he still had a little bit of luck in his mind, hoping to have a glorious moment. Now that his fantasy has been shattered, although he seems happy for Senior Brother Jun on the surface, he still feels a little bitter in his heart.

Li Shu put his arm on Mo Shaoyan's shoulder and sighed, "It's not ours, so it's useless to force it. I've figured it out. If I can't build a foundation in this lifetime, then don't build one. Playing with flowers and grass, and being idle in the wild, isn't that also a life? We can live to be a hundred years old, which is considered a long life in the world."

Mo Shaoyan smiled and said, "Don't let Senior Brother hear you being lazy and not practicing. There will be a peak test in a year."

Li Shu said, "We are just filling in the numbers, and we will be there when the time comes."

Gui Xinbi said with a strange look on his face, "Senior Brother, the disciple from Hongxiu Peak said that our master once inherited an ancient scroll. Is that true?"

Wen Jing raised his head slightly and looked at him.

Duan Xuan once inherited an ancient scroll? Why didn't the article mention it?

Liu Qianmo frowned: "Don't trust everything others say."

He Ling asked: "What happened?"

Li Shu said: "When we passed by Changchun Valley, we met the disciples of Hongxiu Peak and had an argument. One of the disciples said: 'Your master once passed down an ancient scroll in his early years, but he was incompetent and couldn't keep it! What are you trying to steal from us now?' The disciple was immediately scolded by the eldest disciple of Hongxiu Peak and told to shut up. . "

He Ling frowned: "You didn't fight with them?"

Liu Qianmo said angrily: "You and the fourth junior brother are not here, and I am the only one who is building the foundation. Why fight? Do you want them to lose their arms and legs?"

Gui Xinbi said: "I just want to know, has our master ever passed down the ancient scroll?"

Liu Qianmo looked at him coldly: "If you want to know, you can ask the master, how should I know?"

Gui Xinbi pursed his lips and said nothing.

Gu Jinping asked curiously: "After the ancient scrolls are integrated with the cultivators' consciousness, will they still be lost?"

Peng Shao said: "...I'm not sure. But since the disciples of Hongxiu Peak said such things, there must be a reason."

Gui Xinbi whispered: "I think it was the head of Hongxiu Peak, Zhao Yuntian, who told his disciples privately - it's so despicable to say such things behind their backs."

He Ling said nothing indifferently.

Liu Qianmo was bitter in his heart and whispered: "Even if it is true, it happened a long time ago. We should practice our own way and not care what others say."

Wen Jing said: "Master Zhao has a strong character and is determined to get the "Cover Grass Sutra". I think his disciples are also forced into a very bad situation. If we can't find the Yuanmu Spirit Stone this time, we don't know if we will be punished."

Peng Shao tried to smooth things over and said: "That's right, why think so much? Let's get the Yuanmu Spirit Stone . Now that we have found them, it is time to be proud of ourselves. Are you afraid that we will not piss them off to death? Don’t say anything, don’t say anything…”

The atmosphere gradually eased, and Wen Jing handed the Yuanmu Spirit Stone to Jun Yanzhi: “Senior Brother ?

” Jun Yanzhi was staring at the piles of corpses in the distance in deep thought. When he heard Wen Jing talking to him, he turned his head to look at him, but it took him a while to come back to his senses: “… um.”

Wen Jing raised his eyebrows: “… um what?”

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, and put away the spirit stone.

Four hundred and sixty-seven lives…

Most of them did die at his own hands…

The rumors were not wrong, and he was indeed a demon whose death was not worth regretting.

Without further ado, Liu Qianmo took all the disciples away and returned to Qingxu Sword Sect to report the tragedy of Bafeng Cliff. Upon hearing this, Xi Fang immediately sent someone to deliver the news to Shuiyue Palace.

A few days later, all the disciples who went to the Eight Wind Cliff for the trial came back, all of them with their heads down and sad. When they heard that Huishi Peak had found the "Distant Wood Spirit Stone", they were all so upset that they couldn't close their jaws. The disciples of Hongxiu Peak even cried out of frustration.

The inheritors of the ancient scrolls often have higher cultivation than their fellow disciples, so most of them become peak masters. But occasionally someone's personality is really incapable of taking on the responsibility, so they give up the position of peak master to others, and they assist from the side, or just play a deterrent role.

For a while, the Qingxu Sword Sect was spreading the rumor that Jun Yanzhi might be the next peak master of Huishi Peak.

The first thing Wen Jing did when he got home was to naturally take out a few monster fruits and feed the turtle while holding it in his arms. I thought the python would come, but I didn't expect it to show up after waiting for most of the night, so I put the monster fruit on the table and went to sleep.

Halfway through my sleep, I felt the bed suddenly sink and something huge climbed up.

The soft body burrowed into the quilt and slowly wrapped around him, getting tighter and tighter.

Wen Jing patted its head: "...You really are..." Where is the noble and cool person you promised?

The snake spit its tongue on Wen Jing's neck, and used its head to push open his underwear. The snake's tail tightly wrapped around his thigh.

"...How can I sleep when you are like this?"

The snake's head nestled in Wen Jing's arms, spitting its tongue quietly, rubbing for a while, and finally letting go of his body.

Wen Jing touched its head: "I have begged you for so long, when will you become my monster?"

"Hiss--" The snake twisted on Wen Jing's body.

"Why are you hesitating? Are you shy?"

"Hiss——"

"Does 'hiss' mean yes or no?"

"Hiss——"

Wen Jing touched the big snake's head: "Go to sleep."

"Hiss——" The big snake found a comfortable position on the bed and entangled Wen Jing again.

After days of hard work, Wen Jing finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

On the sixth day after returning from the Eight Winds Cliff, Xi Fang summoned the ten disciples of Huishi Peak to the Qingxu Hall. Xi Fang's

elegant face was gentle: "Since you have found the 'Distant Wood Spirit Stone', the "Cover Grass Sutra" should belong to Huishi Peak. Can you choose who will inherit it?"

As everyone knows, today is just a formality. It is reasonable that the "Cover Grass Sutra" should be inherited by Jun Yanzhi.

Liu Qianmo lowered his head and walked forward. He coughed lightly and said something that surprised everyone: "We have discussed and decided that Mo Shaoyan will inherit the "Cover Grass Sutra".

Mo Shaoyan froze.

Everyone in Huishi Peak turned their eyes to Jun Yanzhi, but saw him standing calmly and elegantly, without any surprise.

Xi Fang's smile also paused slightly, but he was the leader of Qingxu Sword Sect after all. He glanced at Jun Yanzhi and said slowly: "In this case, ask him to come to Zangjuan Pavilion tomorrow to accept the inheritance."

"Yes."

As soon as he left Qingxu Hall, Mo Shaoyan grabbed Jun Yanzhi's arm and said excitedly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Jun!"

Jun Yanzhi smiled faintly: "It's a small matter."

"Why did Senior Brother Jun give the inheritance to me?" Mo Shaoyan blushed with excitement.

Jun Yanzhi smiled and said, "I have already established my foundation, and even with this inheritance, I may not be able to form a pill. You have not yet established your foundation, so this inheritance is very important to you."

"Well, it's better to have it than not to have it." Who doesn't want good things? Who would complain about having too much?

"No need to say more, report it to the sect master, it's a done deal."

Everyone on Huishi Peak smiled and looked at him.

Liu Qianmo smiled and said, "Your Senior Brother Jun came to my room last night and convinced me. But although you are the successor, you should not think too much about the position of Peak Master, and you have to listen to the master's instructions."

Mo Shaoyan was slow to speak, and now he was excited and spoke more incoherently: "I know, I don't ask for the position of Peak Master at all."

Peng Shao sighed and said, "Looking at the Qingxu Sword Sect and even the entire Zhufeng Kingdom, let alone the ancient scrolls passed down by the ancestors, even for a magic weapon, there are many brothers who turn against each other. Junior Brother Jun's move is really rare."

Liu Qianmo also said happily: "If my Huishi Peak continues this trend, it will be gratifying."

Jun Yanzhi smiled but said nothing.

For more than ten years, he has been cautious and dared not attract attention, but from today on, he can no longer remain silent.

He didn't want the "Cover Grass Sutra", but if he could have a good reputation, it would be beneficial to him.

He glanced at Wen Jing, his eyes fell on the handsome face of the young man, and then immediately moved away.

What kind of person am I? Can my junior brother accept it?

If he can accept it, I will tell him; if he can't accept it, I will hide it from him forever.

No matter what, I must be with him.

Wen Jing was thinking about something else.

With the Yuanmu Spirit Stone, Senior Brother Jun will no longer have a bottleneck in practicing wood-related magic. From now on, he will be on the rise and he won't have to worry about it.

The only thing he was worried about was how to save the lives of the disciples of Huishi Peak.

The countdown in the text records the destruction of Huishi Peak. At that time, Jun Yanzhi was out and could not return. All the people were like the disciples of Shuiyue Palace in Bafeng Cliff, losing their minds and killing each other.

In other words, Jun Yanzhi could not be relied on in this matter.

I just don't know if that unreliable system is useful?

He is not a saint mother, and he doesn't have much ability. He can't care about the lives of too many people. But since the first day he entered the peak, he was determined not to let these people die.

Therefore, he practiced more diligently.

Finally, Mo Shaoyan inherited the "Cover Grass Sutra".

This news spread in Qingxu Sword Sect, causing a lot of discussion.

The inheritance of one of the eight ancient scrolls was handed over like this, without even the slightest dispute. Jun Yanzhi was so generous that the Sword Sect, from the peak masters to the ordinary disciples, felt a little incredible.

If this man is not a saint who truly loves his junior fellow apprentice, then he is a hopeless fool. He

is only 24 years old, but he has already built his foundation for three years. He is usually gentle and polite to others...

Such a young talent does not look like a fool at all.

Even Tianheng Peak is quietly spreading the word that even Wen Renmu, who is famous for loving his junior fellow apprentice, may not be so humble. What's more, some people sighed and said that Wen Renmu's humility does not harm his own interests, but is just a simple effort, and cannot be compared with Jun Yanzhi's humility.

Giving away things that you don't need is charity; while giving away things that others want is the real giving.

Therefore, as long as the name Jun Yanzhi is mentioned in the Qingxu Sword Sect, people will feel comfortable.

Not to mention, this person has the appearance and temperament of an immortal.

This alone convinced many female disciples.

Everyone was wondering, how could such a beautiful and noble person have been unknown before?

This naturally caused some people to be dissatisfied and suspicious.

Although Wen Renmu was unmoved on the surface, as for what he was thinking in his heart, only he knew it.

The secret realm of Eight Wind Cliff can only be opened for thirty to forty days. The twelve palace masters of Shuiyue Palace sent people to investigate the Eight Wind Cliff. They collected the bodies of sixty-eight Qi training disciples and fifteen foundation-building disciples and carried them all back. After checking the wounds on the bodies one by one, it was confirmed that the disciples killed each other and there was no doubt.

However, the reason why the disciples killed each other could not be found out.

It is speculated that the disciples may have inhaled a poison called "Falling Soul".

This poison is extremely difficult to make. It requires dozens of rare spiritual herbs to be refined, and it also requires a spiritual herb called "Three Insect Root" as an inducer. This spiritual herb happened to grow on the Eight Wind Cliff. After the disciples of Shuiyue Palace were poisoned outside the secret realm, they smelled the fragrance of "Three Insect Root", so it is very likely that the poison caused them to kill each other. As for the reason, it is impossible to determine whether someone took the opportunity to weaken the power of Shuiyue Palace or it was a warning.

The Twelve Shuiyue Palaces were alert as if facing a powerful enemy.

...

The system upgrade information arrived on time a month later.

"Please note that the system upgrade failed and remains unchanged.

Reason: The data is too large to be calculated.

Upgrade conditions: The host has reached the Jindan stage.

There is a demon who is brewing evil deeds and is extremely evil, but the system cannot make a judgment for the host. Now the host is provided with data that cannot be analyzed. Please stay away from the demon and ensure your own safety."

Wen Jing said silently.

He also wanted to stay away from the demon, but the question was which demon was it?

The youngest Jindan cultivator in the history of Zhufeng Country was a water-type spiritual root. He reached the Jindan stage at the age of forty-five and was known as the proud son of the sky of Zhufeng Country.

Even if Wen Jing was more powerful than that proud son of heaven and could form a pill at the age of thirty, all the disciples of Huishi Peak would have died by then.

So he called up the "unanalyzable data" provided by the system.

A box popped up in his mind.

"Changsun Shaoyi."

Wen Jing had never heard of the name "Changsun Shaoyi", whether in books or in this world. But since this was the only hint given by the system, he had to check it out. Although his

daily practice was tight, Jun Yanzhi would come to Wen Jing's residence from time to time to see the big turtle, quietly and without saying much, and sometimes just to eat.

Wen Jing discovered that Jun Yanzhi had a little hobby.

One day, he served Dagui a plate of red cherry-sized spiritual fruits and placed them on the bed. This spiritual fruit was picked from the trees on the cliff. It was sour and sweet and tasted very good. Dagui liked it very much.

Wen Jing went outside and came back. The red fruits had been eaten. Dagui looked at the empty plate without moving. Wen Jing was a little surprised and asked Jun Yanzhi who was sitting next to him: "How come you ate it all in a short time?"

Jun Yanzhi said lightly: "Maybe you like it."

Wen Jing frowned, served Dagui another plate and went out. When he walked to the door, he took a look and saw Jun Yanzhi picking up a red fruit and putting it into his mouth.

He actually snatched food from the big turtle...

He finally discovered that Jun Yanzhi really liked to eat some small fruits, which were bigger than sour dates and smaller than longans. Red fruits like cherries were just right. When Wen Jing didn't bring them out to him, he didn't want them either, but as soon as she brought them out, they would fall into his mouth one by one.

Wen Jing sewed a small bag for him, which he usually filled with small spiritual fruits and hung around his waist so that he could take them out and eat them at any time.

...

As spring went and summer came, the weather became hotter. Jun Yan went down the mountain to do business and didn't return to the mountain for more than two months.

One day, Wen Jing was practicing "Jade Purity Qi" in the courtyard. The spiritual energy around him surged, and a person fell from the sky.

Wen Jing was caught off guard and was shocked.

"Master, Master?"

After not seeing Duan Xuan for half a year, he had grown thick stubble on his face, his hair was messy, and he looked unkempt. The lines on his face were as cold as a blade, and he dropped a copy of Shao Yang Jue.

"...Thank you, Master." Wen Jing realized that Duan Xuan was teaching him magic, and quickly picked it up.

Duan Xuan turned around and flew away without saying a word.

Shao Yang Jue is a top-level auxiliary magic for the warm yang constitution, designed to mobilize the warm yang true qi and make it work freely.

Wen Jing was overjoyed and studied it carefully.

He had to admit that Duan Xuan's strange teaching method was actually effective. He originally had a low level of comprehension, but after studying the difficult words and phrases of the skills and magic carefully for half a year, his comprehension has gradually improved.

As the saying goes, "everything changes but the essence remains the same". What I learned was indeed very impressive and easy to apply.

Strangely enough, after this time, Duan Xuan came to check on his practice every few days. Although he just stood aside and watched for a while, it made Wen Jing sit on pins and needles, as if there was a whip behind him. He dared not slack off in his practice.

In less than a month, Wen Jing used the "Shaoyang Jue" to activate the warm Yang Qi in his body. His Qi sea was hot and he was sweating all over. He gritted his teeth and persisted for half a day, but he felt confused and restless.

When he was feeling uncomfortable, he felt a cool air coming from his shoulders.

After a while, the heat in his body gradually faded away, and Wen Jing opened his eyes, only to see a man in blue standing beside him, looking at him with his narrow phoenix eyes.

Jun Yanzhi pulled Wen Jing up and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "How could this happen?"

Wen Jing then told him about Duan Xuan sending him the Shaoyang Jue, and then said: "It's probably because I was too eager to achieve success these days and practiced too hard."

"The peaks competition will start in half a year, and I think Master wants to give you a small stove." Jun Yanzhi's expression relaxed and he said lightly, "It seems that you have reached the eighth level of Qi training."

Wen Jing concentrated his mind and circulated his spiritual energy for a week, and suddenly said happily: "The eighth level of Qi training."

Jun Yanzhi nodded: "... It's rising very fast."

"I'll cook for you." Wen Jing happily rushed to the kitchen.

After the two finished dinner, Jun Yanzhi played with the big turtle on the bed for a long time, and he didn't mean to leave, but his blue shirt was wrinkled by the pressure.

Wen Jing pulled down the washed and dried clothes in the yard and said to the room: "Brother Jun, I'm going to take a shower at the waterfall at the foot of the mountain. Just close the door when you leave."

Jun Yanzhi lowered his eyes, took out a red fruit from the small bag on his waist and bit it, and said lightly: "I want to take a shower too, I'll go with you."

Wen Jing looked at the slender figure that appeared from the door: "Uh... OK."

The summer night breeze was cool. The two walked in the mountains one after the other. Wen Jing said, "Brother, have you done everything you need to do this time when you go down the mountain?"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

"That's good..."

Soon, the two came to the waterfall.

The moonlight was like water, casting fragmented light on the lake, and the sound of water was everywhere.

The water splashed on his body, soaking his clothes. Jun Yanzhi slowly unbuttoned his blue shirt, revealing his sturdy figure.

Wen Jing put down the clean clothes, looked up, and immediately felt dizzy, staring at him blankly.

The man in front of him dropped his long gown, leaving only a middle-length shirt, with an open collar, revealing a beautiful collarbone. His clothes were wet and stuck to his body along with his hair. He lowered his head and said, "Junior brother..."

"Hmm, hmm?"

Wen Jing was like a beast in heat at this moment. He had the urge to pounce and bite, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Junior brother, why don't you take off your clothes?" The voice was faint and very gentle.

"I..."

"Come on."

"Senior brother, you, you should wash by yourself, I, I will go back to the room to wash..."

After saying that, he ran away without looking back.

Jun Yanzhi's hand that was taking off his clothes stopped immediately.

He looked at Cang Huang's fleeing back, his face gradually dimmed, then dissatisfied, and faintly with a hint of iron blue. He coldly rinsed casually, put on his clothes, and finally regained his composure.

Fifteen and a half years old... It's really too early... There's

no rush. He has plenty of patience and can wait slowly.

Jun Yanzhi walked back to Wen Jing's room along the same path, only to see the lights dim and the young man sitting on the bed wiping his wet hair.

"Uh... Senior Brother Jun?"

Jun Yanzhi picked up the storage bag on the table and said softly, "I'll get something. You go to sleep."

As he spoke, he walked to Wen Jing's side, touched the big turtle lying beside him, and inadvertently blew a breath on Wen Jing's face.

"I'm leaving."

As he spoke, he closed the door and walked out.

"Goodbye, Senior Brother."

Wen Jing looked out the window, sitting and waiting for his hair to dry, but his eyelids began to fight. He lay down sleepily, turned over on the bed, and soon there was no movement.

The door made a slight opening and closing sound, and a slender figure walked in slowly from outside, emitting a small spiritual energy to the big turtle on the bed.

The big turtle moved its head, and climbed down from the bed desperately, moving towards the door impatiently.

Jun Yanzhi looked at the sleeping boy for a while, extinguished the candle on the table, got on the bed, held Wen Jing in his arms, and gently stroked his hair.

After being away from home for two and a half months, he had figured out a lot of things, and at this moment he just wanted to hold this boy to sleep.

He laid Wen Jing's body on the bed and kissed him on the lips with rapid breathing. The hand with a cord reached into his clothes, wrapped around his narrow waist, and caressed his smooth skin at will.

The thing under him slowly raised its head.

Jun Yanzhi panted softly, kissed deeper, and ravaged his mouth.

This was the first time he had this feeling.

He wanted to penetrate him, suppress him, and put him together.

Some things are instinctive and do not need to be taught by others.