On the first day, Wen Jing swung out twelve swords in total. At first, he just fell down and got up, but later he could not raise his Qi anymore, and it became heavier and heavier. He had to rest for a long time after swinging each sword.

He was miserable during the day, and his waist and back ached at night. Wen Jing lay in the quilt, carefully meditating on a mantra taught by Duan Xuan. He was lost in thought, slowly guiding the Qi to flow in his body, talking to himself, and did not sleep all night.

When he swung the sword on the second day, Wen Jing took a deep breath and used the mantra to circulate the Qi. He swung the sword with great momentum, scaring away two passing butterflies, and he only stumbled and did not touch the ground.

Wen Jing got the secret and practiced swordplay obsessively every day. On the fifth day, he swung 162 swords, making rapid progress. On

the sixth day, Duan Xuan came and asked Wen Jing how many swords he had swung. Wen Jing was worried, wondering if Duan Xuan had some magical power that even knew how many swords he had swung. So he didn't dare to lie to him and honestly said that he had swung 372 swords.

Duan Xuan frowned and was about to explode, but he finally held back and asked, "Did you slack off?"

Wen Jing said, "No."

"With your qualifications, you should be able to swing 600 swords."

Wen Jing didn't know how to answer, as if he was back in junior high school, when he got 60 points in math and his parents angrily said, "With your intelligence, you should be able to get 90 points!"

So Wen Jing insisted, "Master, I didn't slack off at all!"

Duan Xuan seemed to be choked and angrily said, "How do you talk to Master?"

Wen Jing wanted to cry but had no tears, and it really felt like he was back in junior high school. Whatever he said was wrong, it would be better not to say anything...

So Wen Jing lowered his head and made a confession.

Duan Xuan said, "From today on, swing 200 swords every day."

"Yes." Wen Jing asked carefully, "Master, when will you start teaching me swordsmanship?"

"After you swing 50,000 swords."

"...Yes." Because of this number, his heart paused slightly.

Although swinging the sword was monotonous, Wen Jing slowly discovered the subtle difference in the flow of true energy when swinging the sword. He carefully experienced it, day and night, even when eating and sleeping, he was confused and infatuated. Slowly, when he raised the sword, the true energy went with the flow, without even a trace of slow stagnation, and it was done in one go.

Wen Jing loved the feeling of the unity of sword and energy so much that he almost forgot the time.

Therefore, when he was swinging the sword and a familiar handsome figure appeared in front of him, Wen Jing was slightly stunned.

He put down the sword in his hand: "Brother Jun, did you cure those people?"

Jun Yanzhi: "...Yes, I just cured them tonight."

Jun Yanzhi was a humble gentleman, and naturally would not lose his temper because Wen Jing forgot about him, not to mention that he had something important to do. Jun Yanzhi held back the great grievance in his heart, turned his head away and looked into the distance, and said hoarsely: "You are very busy these days?"

"Yes, my master taught me to swing the sword." Then he told the story of Duan Xuan teaching him swordsmanship.

Jun Yanzhi nodded slowly and said with a smile: "Master wants to cultivate you by teaching you swordsmanship before you build your foundation."

"Why do you have to build your foundation before you can learn swordsmanship?"

"If you don't have enough true energy, you will hurt yourself. I guess it's because you have a three-yang body and different qualifications, so Master taught you swordsmanship in advance." Jun Yanzhi coughed lightly, his face was pale, and his body trembled slightly.

Wen Jing hurriedly supported him: "What's wrong?"

"I've been working hard for days and haven't rested..." Jun Yanzhi leaned lightly on Wen Jing.

The warm breath blowing from his neck made Wen Jing shiver and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body. He felt a little awkward and deliberately pulled away a little, his voice a little nervous: "Brother, go to my bed and rest."

Jun Yanzhi's face was slightly red, and he let him lead him into the room without saying a word.

He got on the bed spontaneously and whispered, "It's been really hard these past few days..."

"I know, I was watching over you the past few days." Wen Jing also sat on the edge of the bed and held Jun Yanzhi, who was leaning over, in his arms. Wen Jing's hands seemed to not know where to put them, and his palms were sweating. After hesitating for a while, they finally fell on Jun Yanzhi's shoulders, but they were so hot that they were scalding.

"Why don't you come and talk to me?" Jun Yanzhi gently put his arms around his waist, which was very thin and could be embraced by one arm. He spoke in the crook of Wen Jing's shoulder, and his breath sprayed on Wen Jing's neck, which made Wen Jing suddenly have an unknown wildfire, burning from the blood to the skin, and burning his head dizzy.

"I, I've been watching you." Wen Jing said softly, moving his body slightly.

He didn't know why, but at that time he just wanted to watch from a distance and didn't dare to get close to him.

Maybe that kind of emotion is called inferiority.

Jun Yanzhi looked at him from bottom to top, and said coquettishly: "Junior brother, my body is cold, and my spiritual energy is not enough..."

His lips were right in front of him. Wen Jing couldn't hear clearly what Jun Yanzhi said. He just felt that the two thin lips seemed to be sticking to him, but there was always an inch between them. The breath was warm and sprayed on his lips.

Wen Jing looked at the two thin lips, and his mind became a mess.

"Junior brother, pass on your energy to me..." Jun Yanzhi's voice was low, with a hint of ambiguity and hoarseness. That voice penetrated into Wen Jing's mind, extremely tempting, burning away his remaining rationality.

Before he finished speaking, Wen Jing pounced on Jun Yanzhi like a little leopard and bit Jun Yanzhi's lips.

"Senior brother, senior brother..." Wen Jing bit and nibbled, his voice tense and hurried, with a hint of fear, and he didn't know what he wanted at all. He knew he was doing something he shouldn't, but he didn't know how to stop.

Jun Yanzhi wrapped his arms around his body and gently pried open his lips.

The tips of their tongues met in each other's mouths, and Wen Jing was drunk and sucking as if he had drunk wine. He didn't dare to kiss too deep, and his tongue didn't dare to go in, but it intertwined and rolled with Jun Yanzhi's.

"Junior brother, you are seventeen years old this year..." Jun Yanzhi panted the moment their mouths separated.

Wen Jing didn't hear clearly. In his mind, he kept cursing "Pervert! Don't touch me!", but his hand timidly reached into Jun Yanzhi's collar. Seeing that he didn't resist, he couldn't help but touch his beautiful collarbone, and then slid towards his shoulder with a sense of guilt.

Why didn't my brother stop him? Who would stop him? !