In a blink of an eye, it was noon the next day.

The big turtle is a wild monster. Although it was a little quiet, it would always find something to eat. Jun Yan never cared about it when he went down the mountain, and let it crawl around in the mountains.

Wen Jing and the big turtle were quite close. He had known its habits thoroughly over the years, and he couldn't bear to see it suffer any grievances, so he packed a bag of fresh fruits that the big turtle liked to eat and placed it at the door.

Wen Jing said decisively: "I will be back in less than three months." After thinking for a while, he didn't know what to say to a turtle, so he concluded: "That's it."

He walked a few steps outside, looked back, and saw the big turtle desperately following behind him. Although it crawled slowly, it was working very hard. He waved his hand and said, "Don't follow me, I'm leaving."

He didn't know if the turtle understood. Wen Jing chased him several times, and the big turtle finally stopped moving. It looked at him with its small eyes, as if it finally understood that they were about to leave, but he couldn't follow.

Wen Jing hardened his heart and said, "Watch the door for me, don't run around." He turned around and left.

This time he went out, he took all his belongings with him and risked everything.

A huge black turtle was lying at the foot of the mountain, and it was dozens of feet long, wide and high. Wen Jing saw this monster for the first time, and he couldn't help but be fascinated. He saw that the turtle opened its mouth and pulled up several trees by the roots, biting them slowly, and it seemed to have a good temper.

Jun Yanzhi and He Ling had been waiting for a long time. Wen Jing looked up and sighed, "Is this the turtle of the leader of Huanghua Peak? It's really a divine beast. Compared with ours..."

He Ling interrupted him briefly, "This turtle has a dragon head."

Wen Jing was speechless.

Well, this turtle has a dragon head, while the turtle at home only has an ordinary one...

Jun Yanzhi smiled and said, "Second Senior Brother means that this turtle is not ordinary. Its name is Mo Xuan, and it has a trace of the blood of the ancient four spirits. My turtle is naturally incomparable."

Wen Jing thought to himself: Incomparable? That depends on what we are comparing... If we can't compare skills, can we compare cuteness, loyalty, and stupidity?

There is a wooden platform on the back of the turtle that can accommodate hundreds of people. It is tied to the back of the turtle like a saddle, and it is a means of transportation for people. The platform is divided into two levels. The lower level is wide and open for ventilation, while the upper level is narrow and closed, preventing people from seeing the true appearance inside.

At noon, the sun was shining fiercely. Zhu Jin said, "Everyone can go up." The disciples responded in an orderly manner, flew onto the turtle's back one by one, and found a place to sit in the shade of the first level.

Xi Fang, Shao Jun, Lu Changqing and other five peak masters also went together, flew to the second level, and sat down in the "private room".

Mo Xuan's huge dragon head swayed, emitting a long dragon roar, and slowly flew into the air.

The mountain breeze blew, clothes fluttered, and everyone's mood was extremely happy!

Mo Xuan was indeed a third-level demon beast. It was slow at first, but it flew faster and faster, and the surrounding scenery passed by quickly. Wen Jing found a cool place, leaned against the wooden railing and sat cross-legged, subconsciously looking for a green figure.

After Jun Yan got on the turtle's back, he was surrounded by two Qi training disciples to chat. They were the people from Tianheng Peak who were hit by the magic cultivation technique at that time. Now, he was standing a dozen steps away from him, talking with two good-looking female disciples with his head down.

The book says, "Jun Yanzhi is a reserved person, not good at interacting with female disciples, always keeping a distance when talking, and being careful with his words. The more he is like this, the higher the evaluation of him by women, and the more they praise him in their words. Some people are dissatisfied in their hearts, so they secretly slander him as a hypocrite, and do not believe that there are really people in the world who can sit still and not be fooled."

When Wen Jing was chasing Wen back then, he could smell the sourness of these people through his mobile phone.

Now watching the scene, Wen Jing can't see anything wrong with Jun Yanzhi. Although his expression is humble and gentle, he also keeps people away from him. He never has the intention of welcoming but rejecting. He is a true gentleman from the inside out.

However, his green clothes and hairband today also showed traces of being lightly retouched, at least, he deliberately used the same color... Just as

he was daydreaming, a person suddenly walked over and said with a smile: "So you are here."

Wen Jing turned around and saw You Si, who was wearing dark blue clothes, sitting down with his back against the wooden railing. His hair color was dark black, one leg was bent casually, his head was slightly tilted, and there was an unpredictable smile on the corner of his mouth.

Wen Jing also smiled and whispered: "So it's Junior Brother You... Have you made any progress in tracking down the demon cultivator?" But his eyes were still following Jun Yanzhi.

You Si said, "The demon cultivator has stopped harming people, so how can there be any progress?" He paused, then smiled and said, "But the sword energy when you swing the sword is really amazing... Do you know that when I watched you swing the sword, I thought of a legendary person."

"Who?"

"A not very good person." You Si looked at him with a smile.

Wen Jing then turned his head and looked over: "What do you mean? Who is that person?"

You Si smiled, and his eyes narrowed slightly. The color of the eyes was a little strange. From Wen Jing's perspective, it was almost clear amber in the sunlight, like a half-asleep owl. He laughed dryly: "No special meaning, you can take care of yourself."

Wen Jing was a little puzzled. Take care of yourself for what? You Si suspected that he was a demon cultivator?

He opened his mouth and closed it again, softening his tone before saying, "If I were a demon cultivator, I would have killed you by now."

You Si smiled and stopped talking.

Not far away, a young Qi training disciple was talking to his fellow disciples. His voice was a bit loud, and everyone around him looked at him. The disciple asked, "Brother, our destination is Hengtian Gate. How many days will it take?"

A disciple in his thirties or forties said, "Mo Xuan flies very fast. It will take about three days."

The five major sects each have their own strengths. Every five years, they gather together and take turns to host. The original intention is to exchange resources and keep in touch. By the way, they also take the young disciples to see the world and learn from each other, so that they know that there are always people better than you.

The young disciple asked, "When will it be our Qingxu Sword Sect's turn to host?"

"It will probably be ten years later. This time, it just happened to coincide with the opening of the Thirteen Mountains Secret Realm near Hengtian Gate, so the timing is good."

A disciple sighed at the side, "Although there are many treasures, it is impossible to enjoy them if you go there without returning."

The young disciple asked again, "In this sect competition, I ranked nineteenth among the Qi training disciples and won a lot of elixirs and magic weapons. Where did they come from?"

The older disciple said, "You don't know this. I only found out after I established my foundation."

"Brother, tell me about it."

The older disciple must have established his foundation for a long time. Seeing that many young disciples wanted to hear it, he cleared his throat and said, "This is not a secret... Do you know that there is a Sword Refining Mountain near Yurong Peak? It's not high, about half of Yurong Peak, not very eye-catching, and has no special features."

"I've seen it."

"There are hundreds of foundation-building disciples living on that mountain. Their names are not included in the list of the Sixteen Peaks. They are the ones who refine pills, weapons, talismans, and swords for our Qingxu Sword Sect. Among them, sword refining is the most famous. You may have heard of the names of several sword refining masters, Taoist Songshan, Taoist Qinghui, Taoist Su Qin..."

"Yes, I have heard of them."

"Our Qingxu Sword Sect is focused on sword training, and our sword skills are unmatched. But having good sword skills is useless without a good sword. Over the past thousands of years, the sect has spent a lot of effort to cultivate sword-making talents, and has discovered many sword-making secrets that are not passed on to others, and has trained dozens of world-famous sword-makers."

One of the disciples said, "Before I joined the Sword Sect, I had heard that the swords made by the Qingxu Sword Sect are the most precious."

"A sword of an ordinary foundation-building cultivator can be sold for hundreds of high-quality spirit stones on the black market, which is simply a sky-high price. You don't have to worry. After you build your foundation and choose the sword technique you want to practice, the sect will make a suitable sword for you. But sword cultivators from other sects are not so lucky. If you want a sword made by the Qingxu Sword Sect, you need to exchange it with something of the same price."

A young disciple couldn't help but wonder: "When can I choose a sword technique?"

"That won't be so fast. After building the foundation, you first practice sword swinging, and then learn a few sword moves, which will take a year. After that, the master will teach you sword techniques based on your talent, and after a few years, see if this sword technique is suitable. In short, the first ten years of foundation building are all about exploration, and then it can be slowly finalized."

"Will not practicing swordsmanship only hinder your cultivation?"

The older disciple laughed and said, "The so-called sword cultivation, practicing swordsmanship is cultivation! When practicing swordsmanship, the true energy roams in the body, opening up the meridians, and suddenly realizing the sword intent. The swordsmanship improves by one level, and the cultivation level also improves by one level! But if your qualifications are not suitable, you don't have to be a sword cultivator. For example, He Ling from Huishi Peak practices the Four Nether Winds."

"My Qingxu Sword Sect is famous for swordsmanship. It would be a waste if you don't practice swordsmanship."

"It also depends on each person's qualifications. He Ling is a wind-type mutated spiritual root, and the Four Nether Winds couldn't be more suitable for him. What's more, that wind-type technique is no worse than the top-level swordsmanship of my sect." As he spoke, he showed envy again.

"What about those dozens of foundation-building cultivators who are refining pills, tools, talismans, and swords that Senior Brother just mentioned?"

The older disciple sighed, "Have you ever heard of 'If you don't build a foundation at fifty, your life will end at a hundred; if you don't have a white lotus at eighty, you will have no hope of forming a pill'?" "

I think I've heard of it. What does it mean?"

"It means that if you don't build a foundation at fifty, your hope of building a foundation in this lifetime is slim. After building a foundation, a lotus will form in the sea of ​​consciousness. At the beginning, the color is darker. The higher the cultivation level, the lighter the color of the lotus. If the lotus is still not white at the age of eighty, the disciple will have no chance of forming a pill."

"I see."

"To refine pills, weapons, talismans, and swords, cultivators must at least have built their foundation. Unfortunately, young cultivators who have built their foundation need to practice urgently, so where do they find the time to delve into these? To train a talisman maker, pill refiner, or weapon refiner, one usually has to fail tens of thousands of times, and how many resources will be wasted? Therefore, cultivators who have no hope of forming a pill after the age of eighty are summoned by the sect master. The Sword Sect provides them with generous treatment, allowing them to give up their practice and focus on refining weapons, pills, swords, and talismans for the Sword Sect."

"So that's how it is. No wonder there are no senior uncles in the foundation building stage in each peak, it turns out that they have all been summoned to the Sword Refining Mountain."

The older disciple said again: "Most of us here will go there in the future. Like me, I started building the foundation at the age of 36, and now I am already 75 or 76, and I have just entered the middle stage of foundation building."

Wen Jing sat aside and listened quietly. He already knew some of the things here, but some of them were not very clear.

It turns out that ordinary disciples can choose swordsmanship after practicing swords for a year. No wonder Duan Xuan was so angry with him.

After practicing for a year, he only learned to swing the sword.

You Si suddenly whispered: "Your senior brother is here, I will talk to you another day, I'm leaving first."

Before Wen Jing could say anything, You Si had already run far away. A faint fragrance wafted through his nose, and a person sat down beside him. The hem of his green robe fluttered slightly, gently brushing his cheek, and then fell on Wen Jing's hand.

Wen Jing lowered his head, and his palms under the hem of his robe were slightly sweaty.

Jun Yanzhi looked at the young man in dark blue clothes in the distance, and said in a gentle and low voice: "The one who just sat here, his name is You Si, right?" "

Yes."

"You have a good relationship with him?"

"We talked a few times."

"Is that so..."

Jun Yanzhi's voice softened, as if with a hint of coquettishness, but hidden under the gentle appearance, it is not easy to detect. He leaned over gently, his head against the wooden railing behind him, and closed his eyes.

There was not much space on the turtle's back, and there were many disciples sitting around, so they inevitably leaned against each other, talking and laughing. The two of them looked normal like this, and no one cared.

Wen Jing felt a little uncomfortable, surrounded by a sweet fragrance, and Jun Yanzhi's breath always gently sprayed on his neck, making him feel numb and itchy, making it difficult to concentrate. He lowered his head and thought for a long time, and decided to concentrate on meditation. So he swallowed a bigu pill and said, "Brother, I'm going to enter a state of meditation. Call me up when I'm there."

Wen

Jing meditated for three days, and when his five senses returned, his limbs were cold, and the cold wind was blowing, as if it was going to freeze him into an ice stick. The sun was blood red, and the footsteps and voices around him were a little chaotic, but he couldn't see his face clearly, and could only see a dark figure.

His head was dizzy, but Jun Yanzhi pulled up his hand: "Hurry up, we have to go."

"Have we arrived at Hengtianmen?"

"Yeah." The voice seemed a little depressed.

"It's so cold."

Jun Yanzhi said lightly: "The high mountain area is covered with ice and snow all year round, so it's naturally cold."

Wen Jing urged the warm current in his body, and his blood suddenly felt comfortable, as if it was filled with small suns. As everyone flew down the big turtle, the mountain was left with only a dark outline in the evening sun.

The head of Hengtianmen and many disciples were already waiting. After a few polite words, he told the disciples to take people to rest. Xi Fang and the peak masters lived on the main peak, and the disciples were placed on a small peak.

The sky darkened quickly, and it was dark at night and difficult to see clearly. I only felt that the snow under my feet was a foot thick.

This mountain is where Hengtianmen entertains guests. Although the mountain is small, the scenery is beautiful. There are more than 20 stone pavilions scattered around, each of which can accommodate 20 people. Wen Jing, Jun Yanzhi and He Ling's residence is halfway up the mountain, standing on the cliff.

After some bargaining, Wen Jing was assigned to share a room with Jun Yanzhi.

Here's what happened.

There are three types of rooms in the pavilion: a single room, a double room, and a triple room.

Although allocating rooms is a small matter, it is very important for everyone to live here for a month.

Zhu Jin divided the rooms according to the rankings during the sect competition. It was reasonable and no one objected.

He Ling was in the top ten foundation-building monks, so he was assigned to a single room.

Jun Yanzhi ranked seventeenth, so he had to live in a double room.

Wen Jing ranked second among the Qi training disciples and was also assigned to a double room.

He Ling only liked to be alone, and a single room was just what he wanted, so he went to bed without hesitation.

Jun Yanzhi thought for a while and said lightly: "Then let's live together."

This was a very logical result, and Wen Jing had no reason to refuse. He opened his mouth, curled up in silence, and let Jun Yanzhi take the two people's cards.

Hengtianmen has a vast area, and the room is really not small. Although the decoration is simple, it is fully equipped with tables, chairs and tea sets. There were a few glowing stones placed in the room. The light was soft and warm, flowing like water from time to time, and was not dazzling like the dim lamp on the bedside.

"What kind of stone is this?"

Jun Yanzhi put down the storage bag: "This is the luminous stone produced by Hengtianmen. It is unremarkable like ordinary stones during the day, but it will emit a faint light like the moon at night."

"There are also moonstones in Xunyang Mountains."

"The ones from Hengtianmen are better."

Jun Yanzhi casually took off his coat and hung it on the side of the bed: "Junior brother, do you still want to take a bath tonight?"

"It's so cold, I won't take a bath."

"Then sleep." Jun Yanzhi was only wearing a loose middle shirt, sitting on the edge of the bed in a casual manner, touching the thick quilt, "Do you want to sleep inside or outside?"

The bed was very large, thick and wide, and three or four people could roll around on it. Wen Jing had originally planned to sleep on the floor, but now it was no longer necessary. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Brother, are you afraid of me?"

The voice was a little hoarse, and it penetrated into Jun Yanzhi's ears like a spell, making him dry-mouthed and sweating from head to toe. He maintained a calm and gentle voice: "Not afraid."

Wen Jing felt sour in his heart, and whispered, "Brother, don't worry. What I did last year was not very kind, but I have thought it through. I will never be presumptuous to you in the future."

"Brother, don't say that..." A rare sense of guilt arose spontaneously. It was him who was not kind.

Jun Yanzhi got into the quilt and waited silently. Not long after, Wen Jing took off his outer and inner clothes, leaving only a thin underwear, and lay down.

"I like to wear only underwear when I sleep, don't mind, brother."

Jun Yanzhi sniffed the breath of the young man beside him, young and refreshing. The blood in his body was boiling. The thing had been sleeping for several days, and now it was standing tall in the dark quilt.

He gently touched Wen Jing's forehead and calmed down: "I don't mind."