Suddenly, there was a cool breeze, and the mountain breeze blew in from the window, mixed with raindrops, passing through the room, and the half-open window rustled.

Wen Jing hurriedly buried his head in Jun Yanzhi's shoulder, biting his smooth neck helplessly.

Jun Yanzhi whispered, "Don't be anxious, junior brother."

Wen Jing was so sad that he wanted to cry.

He thought he admired Jun Yanzhi, so he was running around him like a puppy, but he didn't know that his feelings for his senior brother were so dirty and shameless... There was

a sudden dazzling brightness outside the window, illuminating half of the room like daylight. Wen Jing was slightly stunned, and then, a deafening thunder exploded above his head.

Wen Jing's movements suddenly stopped, and he was extremely flustered.

Jun Yanzhi's clothes were disheveled, his sturdy body was half-covered, his lips were swollen from biting himself, and there were even a few bloodstains, which gave him a sense of beauty after being ravaged.

Rumble—

the thunder sounded again, louder and harsher than before, and the lightning seemed to split the sky in half, as if full of anger. Wen Jing's scalp was numb and his eyes were hot.

Even God couldn't stand it, was he going to deal with him?

Outside the door, a spiritual pressure appeared faintly.

Jun Yanzhi narrowed his eyes, but he couldn't stop Wen Jing from getting out of bed in a panic: "Someone..."

Jun Yanzhi felt bitter in his heart and nodded: "Yeah."

Wen Jing looked down at him. He was not very courageous to begin with, and now he was ashamed and embarrassed. He rushed to the courtyard without caring about anything, panting, his mind in a mess.

He looked up with a guilty conscience, only to see Duan Xuan standing not far away, looking at him coldly.

"Master, Master..." Wen Jing's tears rolled down his cheeks.

Master has been standing here, he must know that he bullied his senior brother...

Duan Xuan's body was a little stiff, he wanted to say something but couldn't, after a long time he said coldly: "Have you swung 200 swords today?"

"Not yet..." Wen Jing pulled at his loose clothes, feeling guilty and not daring to raise his head.

Duan Xuan didn't say anything, but snorted softly.

Wen Jing was speechless. He just said he didn't slack off a few days ago, but today he was caught red-handed. Duan Xuan's cold snort meant "You dared to make excuses in front of me that day."

Wen Jing hung his head like a defeated cricket. The wind mixed with raindrops blew fiercely on him, and Wen Jing was frustrated from head to toe.

The door of the room swayed slightly, and a man walked out from inside, with slow steps, and stood in front of Wen Jing: "Master."

Wen Jing looked at him and lowered his head even more.

Jun Yanzhi's clothes had been put on long ago, and they were no different from usual. Although they fluttered in the wind, they were also neat. His voice was gentle and calm, as if nothing had happened: "Master, what happened today was my fault..."

Duan Xuan interrupted him: "What happened today is between you two, you don't have to explain it to me."

Jun Yanzhi nodded: "Yes."

Duan Xuan's voice was a little awkward, but now it finally returned to normal, and he said to Wen Jing: "Qingxu Sword Sect and Gujing Sect are in trouble, and the five major sects' test will be postponed to next year. You are now at the eleventh level of Qi training. You will be in seclusion with He Ling for a year, and build your foundation next year."

Wen Jing was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and bit his bloodshot lips hard.

Duan Xuan stared at the two of them in a daze, but he didn't know what he was thinking of. A trace of pain appeared on his face, and his voice became colder and harder: "You can eat only after you swing 200 swords every day."

"Yes." Wen Jing didn't dare to say anything else, and nodded in response.

Duan Xuan said to Jun Yanzhi again: "Come with me."

Jun Yanzhi said nothing, and followed Duan Xuan out of Wen Jing's residence, looking back before leaving.

The young man was still standing in a daze in the open space, not knowing what he was thinking, but he finally wiped his eyes.

Duan

Xuan's residence is in the shade of Huishi Peak, a deserted stone house. This was originally the residence of ordinary disciples, but Duan Xuan was nostalgic and did not allow anyone to touch the furnishings of the room of the deceased peak master, that is, his master Lu Zhen, so he picked a room and moved in, leaving Lu Zhen's residence as it was.

The weeds around were not cleared and grew wildly. This is also where Duan Xuan practiced swordplay. The stones were covered with sword marks, and many tree branches were broken and uneven. There was almost no sign of human life. This place didn't look like the residence of the peak master, but rather a place that had been abandoned.

Jun Yanzhi followed Duan Xuan into the stone house and looked around calmly. The room was so messy that even pigs would be ashamed. The tables and cabinets were covered with a thin layer of dust, and things were scattered on the ground, including books, swords, and magic weapons of immortals, mixed together, making it difficult to stand.

Duan Xuan didn't care and said, "Wait at the door."

His voice was always emotionless and full of command, like a sword taken out of an ice cellar, cold and aggressive.

Jun Yanzhi waited quietly.

Duan Xuan went into the inner room and came out after a long time. He handed him a box and said, "When you go to Feixian Tower in a few days, choose the "Dead Wood Sword Technique" to practice."

Jun Yanzhi was puzzled, but said, "Thank you, Master."

Duan Xuan said stiffly, "You did a good job in rescuing more than 70 disciples of Tianheng Peak this time."

Jun Yanzhi hurriedly said humbly, "It's all my duty . "It's all about the internal affairs."

After praising him, Duan Xuan felt that he had finally completed the task. His tone returned to being cold, and he frowned and said, "You should practice the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique". Don't delay practicing swordsmanship. Those people died, so what does it have to do with you?"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and couldn't help but laugh: "Thank you for your teachings, Master."

Duan Xuan ignored him and closed the door: "You go."

"Yes."

The door was closed with a "bang".

Jun Yanzhi opened the box and saw a jade slip lying inside: "The True Art of Spring".

He was stunned for a moment. He never thought that it was this technique.

This technique has some origins.

"The Dead Wood Sword Technique" was created by Taoist Dead Wood three thousand years ago. Taoist Ku Mu has a gold spiritual root, is ruthless, and his swordsmanship is also cruel and brutal. His murderous aura is too strong and no one can control it.

Because of this, this swordsmanship has been hidden in the Feixian Building of the Qingxu Sword Sect, and no one has practiced it.

Two thousand years later, a Jindan monk with both gold and wood spiritual roots from the Qingxu Sword Sect had a great understanding and was determined to practice this sword technique. His temperament was gentle, not as decisive as the Taoist withered wood. He was almost driven into a demon by the murderous aura of the sword technique, wandering between ruthlessness and affection. He was in extreme pain and almost destroyed his own elixir field.

On the verge of madness, the monk realized a little bit of the sword meaning, and became confused and fell into depravity. After waking up, he continued to study like a madman, and a hundred years passed in a flash.

After coming out of retreat one day, this monk practiced a peerless sword technique, but it was very different from the "Dead Wood Sword Technique". When he drew his sword, he left a little room for maneuver, and there was a touch of tenderness in his coldness. He had the power of the "Dead Wood Sword Technique", but it was not murderous, but rather warm. This monk was also a humble gentleman, with a noble character, respected and admired by the world, and called him "Ya Jian Zhenren".

A few years later, Ya Jian Zhenren was forced by a demon to do something immoral to him. Ya Jian Zhenren subdued the demon with his peerless swordsmanship, but did not kill him. Instead, he kept him by his side to inquire about his teachings and lead him to the right path. Later, he disappeared with the demon, and no one knew where he ended up.

Before leaving, he left a set of skills for his tribe, which was "Feng Chun Zhen Jue".

The "True Art of Spring" was left by Master Ya Jian for his family. Although the Qingxu Sword Sect wanted it, they couldn't get it. Unexpectedly, a thousand years later, this true art fell into Duan Xuan's hands.

Jun Yanzhi had only heard about the "True Art of Spring". As for how powerful it was, he would know after practicing it.

He didn't quite understand why Duan Xuan was in a hurry to let his junior brother build his foundation and gave him such a precious true art. What was his intention?

The wind was blowing hard in the mountains, as if it was going to uproot the trees. Jun Yanzhi looked at the rolling dark clouds in the sky and put the box away. He returned to Wen Jing's residence, but saw that the door was closed tightly, like a river clam with its mouth closed. Jun Yanzhi knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

This is not difficult to understand.

Wen Jing is still young and has never liked anyone, not to mention a good-looking man. He might be scared by what happened just now. Jun Yanzhi pondered for a while in front of the door, and felt that he could not force him at this time, so he left angrily.

But he did not expect that this would be the last time he met Wen Jing this year.

A few days later, when he came to Wen Jing's residence again, the door of the room swayed gently in the mountain breeze. Jun Yanzhi pushed the door open and walked in. He had thought of how to coax him, but at a glance, he felt that the room was empty. The usual teapots and teacups were gone, and even the wooden chair of "Big Snake and Little Taoist Priest" where Wen Jing usually sat was gone.

He panicked and went to find Liu Qianmo, but Liu Qianmo looked at him strangely: "You don't know? The silly boy and He Ling went into seclusion. The silly boy is so good to you, I thought you knew."

Jun Yanzhi was slightly startled, his head was buzzing, and boundless resentment surged.

This kid just opened his mouth, and he hasn't got it yet, why are they separated like this? I planned to make him have a deeper impression of me before entering the retreat, even if I can't eat it, at least...

Jun Yanzhi sighed softly.

I don't know what it will be like in a year.

...Also, you have to bring a teapot, tea bowls, and a small wooden chair when you practice, which only a silly boy can do. Is this going to enter the retreat, or to travel? Zhao Ningtian of

Hongxiu

Peak, although short and fat, was very lucky. Jun Yanzhi used magic on him for a day and a night, and actually saved his life. However, Zhao Ningtian was unable to wake up for a while because of his deep inner demons, and was temporarily unconscious.

Everyone thought that Zhao Ningtian was dead, but now he was saved by Jun Yanzhi, which was an unexpected surprise. As a result, the morale of the Qingxu Sword Sect was greatly boosted.

In the warm spring, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

One day half a month later, all the disciples of Tianheng Peak and Gujing Sect who had been possessed by demons woke up, and no one died. Xi Fang gathered all the Qingxu disciples in the Qingxu Hall, praised Jun Yanzhi in person, and told the disciples to be careful and vigilant, and report immediately if they saw any strange people.

When Jun Yanzhi was praised by Xi Fang, he was humble, elegant and moving, not arrogant at all, and it was impossible to make people feel bad about him. It must be said that his noble character, like the bright moon, has since been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

A few days passed in this plain and ordinary way. One day, Jun Yanzhi was practicing in his room, but he saw Zhu Jin standing respectfully at his door.

Zhu Jin said: "Junior brother Jun, the leader invites you to Feixian Tower."

The author has something to say:

By the way, I really want to write the story of Master Yajian and the demon.

Demon (hateful): When did I force you? !

Master (smile): ...Don't trust everything people say.