Xi Fang said, "When my Qingxu disciples enter the mountain gate, their spiritual roots must be tested with spirit stones. Now among the more than 1,300 disciples, not a single one has wood-type spiritual roots. If other sects had disciples with such high qualifications, their reputations would have spread throughout Zhufeng Country long ago."

Lu Zhishan frowned, "...if we can't find him, then no one can restrain this evil cultivator." As he spoke, his eyes lingered on the young man lying on the ground.

Lu Zhangqing said, "In this case, we should not delay any longer and re-examine the spiritual roots of the disciples in the sect."

Taoist nun Qin Xiao from Huanghua Peak seemed to be thinking, "Just now, Elder Lu said that this person must have strong wood spiritual roots.

What if his spiritual roots are strong, but they are not heavenly spiritual roots, is that possible?" Lu Zhishan said, "Those with two or three spiritual roots will definitely not have strong spiritual roots. What do you think, Brother Qin?"

Qin Xiao lowered her head slightly, frowned and said, "Nothing... Maybe I'm overthinking."

At this time, a woman's cold voice was heard, "Didn't Jun Yanzhi a few days ago have strong wood spiritual roots?"

Everyone looked and saw a woman who was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a white Taoist robe, with a beautiful face and skin as white as snow, which made her cheeks look like a white lotus emerging from water. It turned out to be the master of Wangyue Peak, Li Qingyun, who had not spoken until now.

Qin Xiao smiled and said, "Yes, at that time he gave off a scent of plants and trees in the back hall, which really made people feel refreshed."

The other peak masters also thought about it one after another. Shao Jun frowned and said, "The reasons why the body can emit fragrance are different, and it may not be because of the rich spiritual roots."

"But that woody fragrance is also pure."

"What is his qualification? Two spiritual roots or three spiritual roots?"

Lu Zhangqing said, "Call him here and we will know after a try."

Xi Fang gently stroked his long beard and said nothing.

Seeing that everyone was talking about it, Lu Zhishan asked, "Since it is extremely urgent, why not call him here and try it?"

Xi Fang thought for a moment and said to Zhu Jin, "I asked you to pay attention to Jun Yanzhi these days. Is there any news?"

Zhu Jin hesitated for a while and reported what happened outside the hall in a low voice.

Lu Zhishan heard this and lowered his voice and said, "What nonsense. The reason why Master Zhao Feng was angry was because the demon cultivator controlled his mind. It had nothing to do with the fragrance he smelled on the stage. Moreover, the demon cultivator used the power of thought to make people lose their minds, so there was no need to recite any magic spells. Call him here quickly, and let me check his spiritual roots."

Xi Fang nodded and said, "Call him here."

The

stone house was quiet. Wen Jing sat on Jun Yanzhi's bed, holding the big turtle and feeding it. The big turtle had not been back for more than half a year, and it was a little unfamiliar. It lay on Wen Jing's legs and nibbled silently.

Jun Yanzhi half-lay on the bed, looked at him for a while and said, "I want to take a nap, do you want to sleep?" He then secretly and slowly sent a stream of spiritual energy to the big turtle.

The big turtle suddenly raised its head, and moved its limbs in disorder, as if it was going to crawl under the bed.

Wen Jing quickly put the big turtle on the ground and watched it crawl out step by step.

After the big turtle left, Wen Jing had nothing to do, so he half-lay down beside Jun Yanzhi and said, "Brother, go to sleep, I'll just close my eyes."

"Okay..." Jun Yanzhi turned his head and gently exhaled on the face of the boy who closed his eyes.

Sure enough, after a while, Wen Jing's breathing became even and he fell asleep.

Jun Yanzhi raised his hand, and the door and window were tightly closed, and the room became much darker. He gently held Wen Jing in his arms, looked at him for a while, and lowered his head to kiss his lips. He

hadn't kissed him for a long time, and he began to miss him again.

Their tongues intertwined, the touch was warm and a little numb. Wen Jing remained motionless, Jun Yanzhi's hands gently lifted his clothes and the kiss deepened.

He rarely undressed Wen Jing, but in recent months it had become increasingly unbearable.

His hands slowly stroked, the lower abdomen under his palms was smooth and tight, without a trace of fat, and not even too much hair.

Jun Yanzhi's lower abdomen was swollen, and his palms felt numb and itchy. His hands stopped on Wen Jing's waist and abdomen, and after hesitating for a while, he finally unbuttoned Wen Jing's pants, and with a long arm, he wrapped his arms around him tightly.

The two people's private parts were pressed together and rubbed lightly through a layer of underwear. Jun Yanzhi pulled away from Wen Jing's lips and buried his head in his shoulder.

He panted softly, the thing was as hard as iron, but he had nowhere to vent.

This kid now worships him like a saint. If he knows one day in the future...

Thinking of this, there was a sudden sharp pain in his head, like a burning fire, and he almost lost his mind.

Jun Yanzhi quickly pulled away, concentrated his mind and regulated his breathing, trying his best to suppress the pain.

After a long time, he finally regained his composure.

He had undressed half of the boy in his arms. His skin was pale honey, smooth and well-proportioned. His pants hung low on his knees, revealing a large and tight body. Jun Yanzhi looked down and saw that he was still sleeping soundly. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he put on his clothes.

He gently rubbed Wen Jing's forehead with his fingers, and lay quietly beside him.

Wen Jing slept more lightly. He turned over and held Jun Yanzhi in his arms, unconsciously stroking his back.

This was Wen Jing's habit of holding the big snake at night. When he was young, Wen Jing was rather lonely and not very close to his fellow brothers. At night, he eagerly waited for the big snake to come, holding and kissing it. When he couldn't sleep, he would softly ask, "Are you a male or female snake?"

Jun Yanzhi was annoyed by the questions, and one day he finally coldly revealed his pair of things.

From that day on, the boy never asked again.

Jun Yanzhi let him hold him motionless, his mind slowly drifting elsewhere.

By this time, Lu Zhishan should have told them about the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique", right?

I just don't know if anyone has remembered me? If not, how should I remind them of my rich wood spirit roots next?

They didn't know that it was difficult to find a successor to the "Hundred Herbs Thousand Souls Art" not because the powerful person was arrogant, but because this art must be passed down by someone who has stepped half a foot into the magic world.

No one knew that in order to study the art of subduing the magic world, the powerful person also secretly practiced magic skills.

The reason why he knew all this was because he had been chosen as the successor of the "Hundred Herbs Thousand Souls Art" when he was six years old.

Yes, the "Hundred Herbs Thousand Souls Art" was originally one of the inherited arts of Hengyang Palace.

That day, his father took him to the secret room of Hengyang Palace. He looked at it timidly, with the faint fragrance of plants and trees in his nose. After entering into a state of meditation, shadows were everywhere, and an old man appeared in his mind.

The old man was arrogant at first, but after the fusion of consciousness, he suddenly showed an endless sadness. He told him the next secret, and no one was allowed to tell it.

It turned out that the powerful man was a Jindan monk. He was determined to eliminate evil and evil ways. He ignored the pleas of his wife and children and practiced evil. His hands were stained with the blood of hundreds of innocent people. One day, the monk fell into chaos and lost his mind. When he woke up, he finally found a way to subdue the evil cultivator. He was surprised and excited. When he looked back, he was horrified to find that his wife and children had been brought into the illusion by him and killed each other.

The monk used this skill to eliminate the evil cultivator, but he fell silent from then on and no one knew what happened to him.

The "Hundred Herbs Thousand Souls Technique" can not only break the magic of the magic cultivators, but also suppress one's own inner demons. If one practices it for a long time, one can hopefully get rid of all the demonic energy in the body.

Unfortunately, he was too young to practice it, and had to wait until he was fifteen to start practicing. Unexpectedly, when he was ten years old, the Hengyang Palace encountered a disaster, and the "Hundred Herbs Thousand Souls Technique" was stolen in the chaos. It was not until last year when he accidentally went to the Ancient Mirror Sect that he had a slight feeling that it had fallen into the hands of Lu Zhishan.

Jun Yanzhi didn't know where his innate demonic energy came from, but now that he had Wen Jing, he wanted to live a good life with him.

How did the "Hundred Herbs Thousand Souls Technique" fall into the hands of Lu Zhishan?

While he was thinking, Wen Jing's body moved, and Jun Yanzhi raised his head slightly: "Awake?"

Wen Jing immediately let Jun Yanzhi go. He half sat up, his face slightly red, and smiled dryly: "Brother, I slept with you in my arms again..."

As he spoke, he felt uneasy.

He thought he admired and worshipped Brother Jun, but could it be true that, as Brother No. 2 said, he was actually very dirty and only wanted to take advantage of Brother Jun?

Jun Yanzhi pursed his lips and said softly: "Brother, I have something to ask you..."

"What is it?" "

What is the relationship between your grandfather and Elder Lu of the Ancient Mirror Sect?"

Wen Jing was stunned for a moment, and said leisurely: "It turns out that Brother knew it a long time ago..."

Jun Yanzhi said slowly: "I don't know anything. The day we met, I accidentally saw the black stone sign in your hand. Today, Elder Lu visited, and his son also hung a similar sign, so I was a little curious, and then I thought that the surname "Lu" was not common..."

As he spoke, he observed Wen Jing's expression.

Wen Jing thought that there was nothing to hide, so he said, "To be honest, my grandfather is indeed the son of Elder Lu of the Ancient Mirror Sect."

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and said, "It's really true... When Elder Lu comes this time, you don't plan to meet him?"

Wen Jing said quickly, "Brother, you don't know, after my grandfather died that day, I found a small notebook when I was cleaning the room, and it recorded my life experience. It turned out that I am not his biological grandson, but a child he kidnapped when he was young, with the purpose... to seize him."

Jun Yanzhi looked up at him and said, "It's really true... It’s so cruel...”

Wen Jing lowered his head and said, “Well, that’s about it.”

Jun Yanzhi’s face flushed slightly. He gently held him in his arms and hugged him from behind: “It turns out that my junior brother had an unhappy childhood just like me.” He comforted him softly, “Don’t be sad, I will definitely treat you well in the future...”

Wen Jing only felt the fragrance of grass and trees coming to his nose. He felt uneasy and gently said, “It’s all in the past. It’s no big deal.”

Jun Yanzhi looked at him, his heartbeat slowly accelerating: “Junior brother, you are almost seventeen years old this year?”

“Yeah.”

Jun Yanzhi’s lips moved, and he finally asked tentatively, “Do you have a lover?”

Wen Jing was stunned, thinking, is early love not allowed in the world of cultivation? He said quickly, "Not at all, I haven't even thought about it."

Jun Yanzhi coughed lightly, "...You can think about it."

"No hurry, Senior Brother doesn't have a lover yet." Wen Jing hurriedly declined.

Thinking carefully, there is no Taoist couple in Huishi Peak. Qingxu Sword Sect is not like Shuiyue Palace. It does not promote the art of double cultivation. Although there are some Taoist couples who practice double cultivation, they are not mainstream. Senior Brother Jun is the male protagonist. Even in this Qingxu Sword Sect, there are many peach blossoms, but Wen Jing does not have such luck.

Jun Yanzhi closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Wen Jing got off the bed, opened the window and the door, and the breeze blew. The big turtle squatted quietly in the open space at the door.

Suddenly, the air was filled with spiritual energy, and a disciple in a black robe flew in from afar. He was steady and self-possessed, and landed at Jun Yanzhi's door. It turned out to be Xi Fang's eldest disciple, Zhu Jin.

Zhu Jin was humble and said loudly: "Junior brother Jun, Sect Master Xi asked you to go to Yurong Peak to discuss something important."

Wen Jing immediately looked towards the stone house, feeling a little excited.

There was no sound in the stone house, and after a while, a person finally walked out. Jun Yanzhi was dressed neatly, with a simple and elegant blue robe, and said calmly: "Yes."