Xi Fang and the other peak masters looked at each other and followed Lu Zhishan into the Qingxu Hall.
Zhu Jin quickly ordered people to pick up a dozen unconscious disciples and place them separately.
In the square, Wen Renmu stared closely at Jun Yanzhi who was standing with Wen Jing. He felt a little fear, a little suspicion, and a little gloomy.
For some reason, he inexplicably suspected Jun Yanzhi.
Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and said nothing.
That look made people feel uneasy and fidgety. He Ling had left earlier, and Liu Qianmo and other disciples also left. Only Jun Yanzhi wanted to stay to know the result, so he accompanied him. Wen Jing frowned and took Jun Yanzhi's hand: "Senior brother, let's go back."
"Okay." Jun Yanzhi was led away by him meekly.
After walking a few steps, there was a gust of wind, and a dark gray figure fell from the sky, standing still, blocking their way. The people around cast curious glances, but remained silent, just staring at them.
"Who is this?"
"You don't even know who he is? The disciple of Hong Xiufeng, Wang Jin."
"Wang Jin, who ranks ninth on the Qingxu Sword Ranking?"
"It's him."
The gray-clothed man had a cold face and said slowly: "Junior Brother Jun, I heard that when you and Master were on the stage, your body released a fragrance?"
Wen Jing didn't want to pay attention to him, and lowered his head and continued to pull Jun Yan forward.
A long sword stopped the two of them, the sword was cold and sharp. Wang Jin said to Jun Yanzhi coldly: "Junior brother Jun, is this true?"
Wen Jing suppressed his anger and said: "This senior brother already knows so much, of course someone told you, why do you need to ask my senior brother Jun?"
Wang Jin's face sank: "Why not earlier or later, but on the stage to emit fragrance?"
Wen Jing was furious. He turned around and looked at Jun Yanzhi, only to see that he lowered his head and didn't want to argue, just holding his hand. Wen Jing felt even more distressed and said to Wang Jin: "My senior brother has a special physique, when does it matter if he emits fragrance? Besides, the master has already checked, it is not the fragrance of the 'three insect roots'."
Everyone slowly gathered around and listened attentively.
Wen Renmu stood far away, watching quietly.
"When the fragrance spread, it covered the fragrance of the 'Three Worm Roots', which is not impossible." Wang Jin stared at Jun Yanzhi and spoke slowly.
Wen Jing said angrily: "You wrongly accused a good person, what evidence do you have?"
Wang Jin glanced at Wen Jing, and then looked down at him and said: "Junior brother Jun, when Elder Lu's disciples lost control just now, I clearly saw you mumbling something in your mouth. What were you mumbling?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Jun Yanzhi in unison, all of them with some sense of alarm.
What are you mumbling? A formula that causes insanity? A spell?
Wen Jing said angrily, "Senior Brother Jun is whispering to me. Are you okay? Why are you
only paying attention to what my senior brother is doing?" Wang Jin endured his anger and said, "I'm talking to your senior brother Jun. You step aside. The abnormality of the disciples of Tianheng Peak was caused by the evil cultivator. Now I have some suspicions that this evil cultivator is among us."
As he said that, he turned the long sword and pointed it at Wen Jing's chest.
Jun Yanzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, immediately pulled Wen Jing behind him, and said in a gentle voice, "It is reasonable for this senior brother to be suspicious of me. It's just that when Elder Lu's disciple was in trouble just now, I was indeed talking to my junior brother, and there was nothing wrong. At present, the situation is still unclear. If this senior brother really doesn't trust me, just arrest me and don't embarrass my junior brother."
Wen Jing held his hand tightly.
In the original text, Jun Yanzhi said nothing in rebuttal, nor did he resist, but was severely injured by the man.
More and more people gathered around, all with suspicious expressions on their faces. Wen Jing felt a pang in his heart, and argued, "Only a few peak masters knew about the fragrance in my brother's body. Who told you, and why did you want to stir up trouble? I think that person has ulterior motives, and he might be a demon cultivator!"
Wang Jin frowned slightly, but his eyes involuntarily drifted to Wen Renmu in the distance, and then returned to Jun Yanzhi.
Wen Jing said to Jun Yanzhi again: "Brother, can we go first? I'm really afraid that they will hurt you."
Jun Yanzhi looked down at him, then turned to the gray-clothed man and said gently: "This brother, the sect leader has not yet made a final decision. Can you be patient for a few days? Although I, Jun Yanzhi, am not a good person, I also know how to cherish innocent lives and dare not kill innocent people."
These words were extremely earnest, and the voice was pleasant, making it difficult for people to have any ill feelings. The gray-clothed man frowned and seemed to be a little hesitant.
At this time, Zhu Jin walked out of the Qingxu Hall. He looked at the people who were confronting each other and the disciples who were watching, frowned slightly, and said loudly: "The sect leader has ordered that all disciples should go back to their peaks to rest. Without permission, they are not allowed to go out or make noise, and they should practice in peace."
Everyone quickly obeyed the order and dispersed.
Wang Jin looked at Jun Yanzhi coldly, and finally put away his long sword, saying: "If I can't find out in a few days, I will settle the score with you."
After that, he flew into the air.
Seeing Jun Yanzhi and Wen Jing also nodded and left, Zhu Jin asked a disciple from the Yidian Hall beside him: "What happened to them just now?"
The disciple did not dare to neglect it, so he told the whole story.
Zhu Jin frowned, but it was not convenient for him to say more, so he nodded and went in.
When they arrived at the back hall, they saw Lu Zhishan and the other peak masters were in silence. The hall was filled with mist and fragrance, and the atmosphere was solemn. Zhu Jin stood aside with his hands down, not daring to speak, waiting for instructions.
Lu Yunzhuo closed his eyes and lay on the ground. Lu Zhishan looked sad, but he said slowly and calmly: "Now that things have come to this, I have something I have to say. It's just that the chances are slim, so I really didn't have any hope just now, so I didn't say a word." Xi Fang
remained calm and said slowly and calmly: "Elder Lu, please speak."
Lu Zhishan was silent for a while, and then said: "Have you ever heard of the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique"? "
Lu Changqing frowned slightly and said: "No, I have never heard of it."
Lu Zhishan nodded slowly and said: "No wonder no one has heard of it. This technique is a miraculous skill passed down from ancient times. At that time, the demons were rampant. , blood stained the earth, "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique" is a technique created by a real person to suppress the devil. Unfortunately, it is a long time ago and no one is willing to learn it, so not many people know about it. "
Xi Fang said: "Since Elder Lu mentioned it, could this technique save our sect from trouble?"
Lu Zhishan said: "I dare not speak nonsense. But this technique was created to target the ancient devil. If these disciples still have a chance of survival, I am afraid it is also based on this technique."
Shao Jun frowned slightly: "Since it is a long time ago, where can we find this technique? Could it be that Elder Lu knows someone who can use this technique?"
Lu Zhishan shook his head slowly: "This technique is a legacy. The previous powerful people were arrogant, so they were very strict in choosing the master of the technique. Moreover, for those who practice this technique, their cultivation will stagnate for three years every time they advance one level. It was so strict that this technique was gradually lost."
Xi Fang looked at Lu Zhishan and said, "Could it be that this technique is in the hands of Elder Lu?"
Lu Zhishan sighed, "I only heard about it at first. It is said that this technique has been lost for thousands of years and no one knows where it is. Unexpectedly, eight years ago, one of my disciples passed away. When I went to the disciple's room to mourn, I fell asleep. In my dream, there was a powerful person with crane-like hair and a fairy face. He was arrogant and asked me to look for this technique in the disciple's room. After I woke up, I didn't dare to neglect it. Sure enough, I found the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique" in the disciple's room."
The people in the back hall were all shocked. Lu Zhangqing looked at him with a sharp gaze: "Does Elder Lu know this technique?"
Lu Zhishan shook his head slowly and smiled bitterly: "I am not talented enough to be noticed by the mighty spirit and cannot inherit the technique. From now on, the mighty spirit and I have never spoken to each other."
The leader of Huanghua Peak said bitterly: "In that case, the matter of the demon cultivators is still unsolved."
Lu Zhishan looked at the unconscious man on the ground. The young man frowned slightly: "Although the hope is small, we have to try. Now Shuiyue Palace, Qingxu Sword Sect, and Gujing Sect are all in trouble. Could it be that the evil cultivators are allowed to act recklessly? It is difficult to tell the will of heaven, but when the catastrophe comes, heaven will also give birth to a person who can save the world. As for whether we can find this person, it depends on our luck."
These words are righteous and sound very reasonable. But the people in the back hall silently thought: Just now, my Qingxu Sword Sect was in trouble, and you said there was no way to save it. Now that your own son is in trouble, you are talking about looking for someone to pass on this technique...
But they couldn't say it out loud, and nodded one after another, saying, "Elder Lu is right."
Xi Fang asked, "Who can pass on this technique?"
Lu Zhishan said, "The one who passes on this technique must have a wood-type spiritual root. Only those with a strong spiritual root can master this technique. After that, it depends on whether this person is in line with the wishes of the great power."
Lu Changqing said, "Strong wood-type spiritual roots... Elder Lu is referring to the wood-type spiritual root?"
"Right."
Everyone looked coldly.
Xi Fang said, "There is only one wood-type spiritual root in my Zhufeng country, and that is Elder Lu himself... What do you mean by that?"
Lu Zhishan's face was heavy: "... Sect Master Xi is right. We are looking for a wood-type spiritual root."
The Qingxu back hall fell into an incomparable silence.
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