Jun Yanzhi's face was cold. He stood up from the ground and looked at Lu Zhishan and Xi Fang.

He didn't need to say anything, but others dared not look down on him anymore.

Lu Zhishan put away the empty ancient scroll in his hand and said slowly: "Do you know what kind of skills you just received?"

Jun Yanzhi said slowly: "The great master has explained it clearly."

Lu Zhishan said: "Good, very good..." He looked at Jun Yanzhi and said solemnly: "The demon cultivators are in power. Now the lives of more than 70 people from the Qingxu Sword Sect and 16 people from the Gujing Sect depend on you."

The people in the back hall were quiet, waiting for Jun Yanzhi's reaction.

Jun Yanzhi looked at Xi Fang and the other peak masters, pursed his lips for a while and finally said: "Didn't the sect master and everyone suspect that I was a demon cultivator a few days ago? Now you are confident in handing the lives of the Tianheng Peak disciples to me?"

Xi Fang remained calm, his face clear, without a trace of guilt: "You are extremely talented and have to take on important tasks. For the future of Qingxu Sword Sect, it is my duty to suspect your identity. You are extremely smart, and you should understand without me pointing it out."

In Xi Fang's eyes, there is only Qingxu Sword Sect. He never does things to please others, nor does he ask for others to understand, but only to have a clear conscience.

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head, then raised it again and looked at Xi Fang. His tone finally softened, and he returned to his usual gentlemanly demeanor: "I already know the intention of the Sect Master. When the Qingxu Sword Sect is in trouble, I will fight to the death."

All the peak masters looked at him. Everyone knew that Jun Yanzhi didn't want to fight to the death, but he couldn't.

His appearance was originally very elegant. He was cold and distant from people just now, but now his expression relaxed, and a little warmth burst out, making people feel like spring breeze, and the atmosphere in the back hall eased.

But even though he said this, he frowned slightly, as if he had some difficulties and unwillingness, but he didn't speak.

Xi Fang looked at his expression, brushed his sleeves, and a white jade sign appeared in his hand: "If you practice the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique", every time you improve a level, your cultivation will stagnate for three years, which is very unfair. This is the jade sign of Feixian Tower on Yurong Peak. If you can rescue Qingxu disciples, you can take any sword in the building, choose any three sets of skills, and 500 Xiaotian Pills and Qiyuan Pills. If you want more, you can tell Zhu Jin again."

Feixian Tower, except for the top three foundation-building disciples in the peak test, only the peak master and Jindan cultivators are allowed to enter.

There are low-grade, middle-grade, high-grade and top-grade skills, and the next level is inheritance. There is a library halfway up Yurong Peak, which contains thousands of low-grade, middle-grade and high-grade skills. On weekdays, only foundation-building disciples are allowed to enter. However, Feixian Building contains dozens of top-level techniques of the Qingxu Sword Sect, some of which are more powerful than some of the inherited techniques.

These three techniques will definitely greatly improve his cultivation and be enough to make up for the lost three years.

Xi Fang's compensation is more than enough.

Jun Yanzhi lowered his eyes, took the box from Xifang's hand, and said with an apologetic tone, finally even the last bit of reluctance disappeared: "...Disciple thanks the sect master."

Seeing this, Lu Zhishan said slowly: "The future is unpredictable. From today on, you must concentrate on practicing the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique" and must not slack off. It's a pity that no one knows the secrets of this technique. I have only heard about the effects of the first three levels. Above the third level, there must be another world."

Jun Yanzhi frowned and lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Lu Zhishan sighed again: "...Even if you are selected as the successor, the chance of practicing it may not be great. From today on, you don't have to consider anything, just practice in seclusion, and you must practice this technique to the first level within half a month to save everyone."

"Yes."

Xi Fang asked Lu Zhishan again, "What else do we need to prepare?"

Lu Zhishan stroked his beard, "I don't know yet, but maybe we need some medicine. When he reaches the first level of the technique, we will know." Xi Fang pondered

for a while, and asked Zhu Jin, "Has the head of Huishi Peak, Duan Xuan, come out of retreat?"

"Not yet."

Xi Fang couldn't help but frowned, "I know, all the heads of the peaks should go back to take care of the disciples in the peaks. If there is anything, come and discuss it immediately."

"Yes." Everyone agreed and dispersed one after another, and Jun Yanzhi also left.

Only Lu Zhishan and Xi Fang were left in the back hall.

Lu Zhishan said slowly: "Who do you think is the demon cultivator?"

Xi Fang said: "Does Elder Lu have any guesses?"

Lu Zhishan's face was sad: "Sect Master Xi, you don't know that when I returned to the Ancient Mirror Sect, I found that more than a dozen of my disciples had also lost their minds, fell into madness, and were detained."

Xi Fang said: "Elder Lu means that this demon cultivator may not be in the Qingxu Sword Sect?"

Lu Zhishan was silent for a long time, and finally said: "When I returned to the Ancient Mirror Sect, I carefully checked. When a demon cultivator with profound Taoism is possessed by a demon, It can cause people within a radius of several miles or even dozens of miles to become possessed by demons and lose their minds. This method is the most brutal, but no one around can escape. But now this demon cultivator has only made more than 70 people in Tianheng Peak possessed by demons, while the others are normal. If he has a purpose, he must use his own blood as a guide. Xie Dao guessed that these more than 70 people may have drunk water with the demon cultivator's blood, and then the demon cultivator can drive people crazy with his mind. "

Xi Fang said: "Then did more than 30 disciples of Elder Lu also drink water with the blood of this demon cultivator?"

"…It's hard to say. From this point of view, this demon cultivator may not be in the Qingxu Sword Sect."

"If that's the case, I wonder what his purpose is and what he will do next."

Lu Zhishan said: "The demon cultivator has a high level of Taoism. If he is really in the Yuanying period, he can gather the demonic energy and hide his cultivation so that you and I can't see it. It's a pity that the Yuanying cultivators of your and my sects are in seclusion. I don't know how many years it will take for them to come out. It's really worrying."

Xi Fang looked out the window, silent for a long time, and finally said: "…Let Jun Yanzhi try. It's a disaster from the sky, and the fate is determined. It's beyond our control."

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In the evening, the sky gradually darkened.

The birds in the forest nested in a group, one leaning against another, with slightly fluffy feathers.

Wen Jing didn't know when Jun Yanzhi would come back, so he returned to the stone house where he lived, meditating and waiting. The big turtle lay quietly on the open ground, chewing slowly.

After waiting for a long time, Jun Yanzhi still didn't come to find him. Wen Jing walked to the clear spring in the yard and took off his top and bottom clothes.

The habit of taking a bath every day, I am afraid I can't change it in this life.

It is the end of spring, but it is colder in the mountains after all. Wen Jing always takes a refreshing bath. He scooped a large bucket of water with a wooden bucket and poured it over his head. The spring water is cold and clear, pouring coldly on his body.

After the water in the bucket was poured out, Wen Jing wiped his face and was stunned.

A faint fragrance came from his nose, and the spiritual energy was floating.

"Senior brother..."

He looked at the man in front of him awkwardly, speechless.

"Bathing?" Jun Yanzhi's eyes scanned vaguely, opened his mouth slightly and then closed it. Finally, he looked into the distance indifferently: "Junior brother, put on your clothes, I didn't see anything." Although

Wen Jing didn't dare to say it, he always felt that Jun Yanzhi was a little childish. He clearly saw it, but he insisted on saying that he didn't see it. It doesn't matter if he saw it, we are all men, and it doesn't damage his noble and flawless reputation...

The clean clothes were hung on the bamboo pole behind Jun Yanzhi, and Jun Yanzhi handed the clothes to him. Wen Jing put on his pants and tied them up, while wiping his hair he said excitedly: "What happened today?"

Jun Yanzhi chose his words carefully: "...Today I inherited a set of skills."

Wen Jing was overjoyed, but honestly surprised: "What skill?"

"It's called "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique", which is a wood-based technique to resist evil cultivators. If you can learn this technique, you should be able to save the more than 70 disciples of Tianheng Peak." Jun Yanzhi coughed lightly, and then said, "Maybe you can even save Peak Master Zhao."

"Really?" Wen Jing was surprised for a moment, then smiled, "Brother, save as many as you can. No matter what, you are the savior of Qingxu Sword Sect."

Jun Yanzhi smiled: "I will be in seclusion for the next half month, are you... willing to accompany me?"

"Okay, you go into meditation in the room, I'll stay by your side."

Wen Jing's clothes were half open, and his smile was pure. The summer night breeze blew on his young body, exuding a unique man's freshness, which made people slightly dazed.

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head: "It's getting late, you go to sleep, I'm going back."

"I'll find you tomorrow morning."

Jun Yanzhi didn't say anything more, and touched the bag of small red fruits on his waist: "It's gone again."

"I'll fill it for you." Wen Jing hurriedly took the bag and ran into the room.

The

next morning, Jun Yanzhi swallowed a bigu pill and went into meditation in the small room of the stone house. Wen Jing also stayed at his place.

Originally, there were only two of them, but Xi Fang summoned Liu Qianmo to Yurong Peak and told him about Jun Yanzhi's inheritance of the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique". He asked him not to spread it for the time being and ordered him to wait with He Ling.

So, Liu Qianmo and He Ling also moved into Jun Yanzhi's residence to protect his safety together.

Ten days passed quietly. Wen Jing was distracted and a little worried, although he was originally like a leisurely crane in the wild.

The big turtle was gone.

The big turtle occasionally crawled around in the mountains, but would always return to his residence in the evening, or come to Jun Yanzhi's residence to look for him. But in these ten days, the big turtle was nowhere to be found, and even the small fruits prepared for it were not eaten up.

Wen Jing looked for it several times in Huishi Peak, but there was no trace of it, and he became anxious and irritable.

The big turtle is the demon beast of the senior brother, and only Jun Yanzhi can summon it or find out where it is. Wen Jing had no choice but to wait for Jun Yanzhi to emerge from the small room in the stone house.

One morning, the small room in the stone house was filled with the fragrance of plants and trees, and Jun Yanzhi's residence was filled with a refreshing smell.

Wen Jing was the first to rush up and stood in front of the stone house.

After a while, the fragrance gradually faded, and the door of the stone house slowly opened.

"Senior brother, you are out!" Wen Jing suppressed his excitement and tried to keep his voice calm.

Jun Yanzhi emerged from the small room in the stone house, with smooth black hair, rosy complexion, and high spirits, as if he had slept for several days and nights and was full of energy.

He was about to hold Wen Jing's hand when he sensed two very familiar spiritual energies: "Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother are here too?"

"Yes."

Jun Yanzhi frowned slightly.

"Jun Yanzhi had been in a state of meditation in the small stone house for thirteen days and nights. He was unaware that there was a faint white light in his dantian. He followed the instructions in the exercises and circulated the light through the meridians of his body. He felt pain at first, but it gradually eased.

However, when he transferred the light to his brain, he felt a sharp pain that caused his whole body to tremble and could not stop.

Jun Yanzhi Although he didn't know the reason, he vaguely knew that the things in his mind could not be touched for the time being, so he circulated the white light around his body.

On this day, the white light returned to Dantian, but it suddenly became brighter. After a slight dizziness, his body exuded a strong and extremely fragrant plant fragrance. He knew that he had practiced to the first level. "