Wen Jing thought to himself that something was wrong, quickened his pace, and came to the shade of a snow-capped mountain. The scenery of Hengtian Gate is all snow-capped mountains in winter, desolate and almost the same, making it difficult to tell where this place is.

The cold wind was howling, and long hair was flying.

Among the scattered luminous stones, a man was lying on the ground, and a figure stood with his back to him.

The figure was hidden in the darkness, blurry and difficult to identify. Wen Jing pulled his head and looked for a long time, but he couldn't see the outline of the man clearly.

Blood was flowing on the ground, and a man was curled up, his twisted face lying next to the green luminous stone, reflecting like a ghost who died unjustly. He gnashed his teeth and was full of fear: "So it was you... Yun Shaoyi... I should have killed you... long ago..."

Wen Jing was so excited that he could hear the sound of his heart beating.

Yun Shaoyi!

It was him!

This name was not someone else, but the ten-year-old boy who had a demonic nature in Guiyun Palace and caused the tragic deaths of more than 400 people. It must be him, right? How many Yun Shaoyi are there in this world, and they all have demonic energy?

After the system gave Wen Jing the hint of "Eldest Grandson Shaoyi", he searched for all the related people with nausea and vomiting. When he accidentally turned to the name "Yun Shaoyi", he certainly did not let it go.

Didn't Yun Shaoyi die tragically with his family back then? How did he escape?

Now it seems that "Changsun Shaoyi" and "Yun Shaoyi" are most likely the same person. Why did they change their surnames? What is the meaning of the word "Changsun"?

The slender figure ignored the man on the ground and pierced his heart with the long sword. The man's body drooped like a puppet with its strings cut, lying on the snow, motionless.

Wen Jing was filled with fear and looked out of his head, hoping that the figure would turn around so that he could see clearly who this person was.

The man wiped the sword in the night, but did not turn around, and flew away in the moonlight.

Wen Jing did not dare to chase after him, his mind was in a mess, and he waited until the figure walked away before coming to the front of the body. Blood flowed all over the white snow, and the man's body was covered with scattered sword marks. There was no pattern, and no discernible moves. He only relied on his profound cultivation to cut the sword deeply into the man's body, as if he was full of hatred.

The cultivation of the swordsman just now was at least in the Jindan stage.

If the system can continue to give him hints, he will most likely find out the identity of "Yun Shaoyi".

Wen Jing was calm for a moment in the howling cold wind, and ran quickly to his residence.

The arrow flew back along the original route for a long time, and Wen Jing carefully entered through the window. Jun Yanzhi had not returned yet, and there was no one in the room. He looked around, calmly took off his clothes, crawled into the heavy quilt, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

He hesitated for a moment, then pulled his underwear apart, looking the same as before he left the house.

Yun Shaoyi was less than ten years old when he wiped out his family. Now, sixteen or seventeen years have passed, and he should be about the same age as He Ling and Jun Yanzhi. There are too many people of this age. Wen Jing was overwhelmed with thoughts, and his head was buzzing, as chaotic as hundreds of flies flying around.

Not long after, there was a slight sound from the window, and Wen Jing quickly fell down on the bed and closed his eyes.

The man landed in the room lightly, almost silently, took off his clothes and got on the bed. The cold air could penetrate through the quilt, and Jun Yanzhi lay down in his arms, found a comfortable position to lean against, and did not move.

A small cold wind swirled through Wen Jing's heart. He half-supported himself and sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes: "Brother, where did you go just now?"

Jun Yanzhi's face changed slightly, but immediately returned to normal: "Are you awake?" He didn't care, lying on his back and said: "I just went to practice swordsmanship. The examination is about to start, and I can't sleep these few nights."

"Oh."

"Go to sleep, no more talk." After saying that, he turned over and ignored him.

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The next morning, the sky was a little gloomy.

Wen Jing rested his head on Jun Yanzhi in his arms, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't sleep well all night. The dark blue shadow under his eyes was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, like a malnourished little ghost.

"Good morning, brother." He greeted, his head heavy and his feet light.

"You're not in good spirits." Jun Yanzhi said lightly.

"I have a headache." Wen Jing covered his forehead to hide his pain, revealing a half-green and half-white face. "I'm at the peak of the thirteenth level. Sometimes my true energy is overflowing and turbulent, so

I just practice swordplay." "I'm not going to Hengtianmen today. Go practice swordplay." Jun Yanzhi picked up the heavy long sword he used for swordplay.

"Yeah." Wen Jing picked up the long sword listlessly and went out.

He could easily forget his troubles when holding a sword. Although he only knew one move, "Green Pine Pointing the Way", he didn't feel embarrassed. He found a small corner in the snow next to his residence and practiced that move all day.

He Ling and Jun Yanzhi stood shoulder to shoulder by the window and looked at it.

Jun Yanzhi seemed to be thinking about something, and said softly: "This kid is so devoted to sword training that he may achieve more than you and me in the future."

He Ling's face was as cold as a piece of ice, but there seemed to be a small flame in his eyes: "It's not possible, it's certain."

This sentence made Jun Yanzhi suddenly depressed, and he couldn't tell why. He was about to speak, but he was caught off guard and suddenly felt a pain in his head, like a spoon digging into his brain, trying to swallow him up spoon by spoon. He immediately forced himself to suppress the pain, but his body tensed up involuntarily.

"What's wrong with you?" The sudden disordered breath made He Ling feel something was wrong, and she turned to look at him.

Jun Yanzhi's expression returned to calm: "Nothing, what do you mean by that, Second Senior Brother?" "

Others swing the sword, and they think they have mastered it after swinging it tens of thousands of times, and there is no limit to practice. After the master ordered him to swing the sword fifty thousand times, he actually felt that it was not enough, and swung the sword seventy or eighty thousand times, just to make the true energy and sword become one. It's not that others don't want to, but they can't grasp the subtle differences when the true energy and sword are combined, so they gradually give up. However, he swings the sword all day long, as if he is in a state of selflessness, with no distracting thoughts in his mind. Only when the mind is pure can the heart and sword become one. Where the heart goes, the true energy will follow and merge with the sword, which is the essence of the sword."

"I have practiced swordsmanship for several years, but I have never reached his level." Jun Yanzhi lowered his head.

He Ling said indifferently: "You practiced the "Dead Wood Sword Technique" and "Spring True Art", which are difficult to practice and have many changes. They rely on talent and understanding. Although this kid has a pure mind, his understanding is not deep enough, so he can't practice your swordsmanship. Before the Yuan Infant stage, you were better than him. After entering the Yuan Infant stage, this kid is probably unmatched."

Jun Yanzhi pursed his lips lightly: "Second Senior Brother is right. I wonder what swordsmanship the master will teach him?"

He Ling frowned and said a little angrily: "I don't know everything either."

Jun Yanzhi: "..."

The day was peaceful and uneventful, but when his head touched the pillow at night, Wen Jing inexplicably wanted to sleep again. The sky in front of his eyes gradually darkened, and a strange sleepiness enveloped his whole body, which was impossible to resist. He clearly wanted to stay awake, so why did he fall asleep again?

This night, nothing happened.

The next day, Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi followed the Hengtian Sect’s hospitality disciples out to appreciate the magnificent scenery of the Hengtian Mountains together. Wen Jing had no intention of appreciating whether the scenery was magnificent or not, as he was concerned about the people who died in the mountains. The article said that Jun Yanzhi encountered Qi Jingshan’s corpse when he was traveling with his disciples, and he kept it in mind all the time.

Jun Yanzhi flew beside him and said, "Junior brother seems a little absent-minded."

"Head, headache." Wen Jing covered his head.

"There is a sword stone over there, shaped like a sword that can support the sky..." The receptionist of Hengtian Sect pointed to a huge sword stone that was so tall and crooked that it could barely be called a tumor. "We..."

A disciple who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old flew over from Linshan. He had delicate features and wore the light gray tight-fitting clothes of Hengtian Sect's new disciples. He was as panicked as a cat that lost its direction: "Brother, I saw, I saw the body of Master Qi, Master Qi!"

"What nonsense!" the reception disciple shouted angrily, "There are guests here, calm down!"

The young disciple was scolded, and stopped in front of the leading disciple hesitantly, scratching his head and said, "He is really dead. Brother, come with me to see! His body was chopped into pieces by so many swords, like minced meat, and there is not a breath left."

He pointed to a rugged boulder on the mountain: "Right in front of that boulder!"

The others looked in the direction he pointed. The area in front of the boulder was covered with thorns and desolate, and seemed to be splattered with blood. A body could be vaguely seen lying behind the thorns, curled up and twisted, blurry and unclear.

The disciple who was receiving the guests was only about 17 or 18 years old and had not yet established his foundation. He was a little panicked when he encountered such a thing. He said to everyone, "There is something going on in my sect. Please go back to your residence first. I will take you out for a trip another day." He also said to the disciple, "Don't shout. Did you see clearly that it was Master Qifeng? Did you see him correctly?" "

I have been working here for more than a year. How could I have seen him incorrectly? Master Qifeng gave me some grass that I don't know the name of a few days ago." The disciple explained unwillingly.

"That is fennel grass, which can remove the bad smell in your body." The leading disciple gritted his teeth and followed him away.

"How can I have any bad smell? Brother, if you don't believe me, smell it."

"..."

Wen Jing poked his head to look at the boulder. The body was not clear, but the outline of the place and the rock was definitely correct. As the light dimmed, it must have been a desolate place that night.

In other words, the person Yun Shaoyi killed that night was Qi Jingshan. If Wen Jing could find out Yun Shaoyi's identity, he could catch the evil cultivator.

"Junior brother, your head doesn't hurt anymore?" Jun Yanzhi's inquiring eyes stayed on Wen Jing's face, "Your face is a little red..."

"Head, headache." Wen Jing put away his excited look, covered his head and said, "Brother, don't worry about me, I will be fine in a while."

Qi Jingshan's death was like a stone sinking into the sea, and Hengtianmen didn't reveal a word, but the Hengtianmen disciples who walked around Wen Jing's residence became more and more frequent. From time to time, he saw a group of disciples in gray clothes, cautiously walking slowly.

Another two days passed quietly, everything was normal.

After two days of peace, just when Wen Jing began to feel uneasy, in the middle of the night, the alarm that pierced his head woke Wen Jing up again.

"The demon is taking action, please go and investigate immediately!"

Wen Jing woke up groggily, and touched the bed. It was cold and empty, and Jun Yanzhi had disappeared. He thought about it, Brother Jun was delicate and weak and prone to insomnia in the middle of the night. Maybe he couldn't sleep again and didn't know where he was practicing sword diligently. Wen Jing didn't have time to think about it. He picked up the heavy sword, dressed impatiently and went out. This opportunity was too little, and he only had two expensive invisibility talismans left. He must find out the true identity of Yun Shaoyi.

After walking a few steps in the snow, he saw He Ling in white clothes flying over from a distance. He fell to the ground, frowned and looked at Wen Jing, and said coldly: "What are you going to do? Where are you going?"

Wen Jing was a little anxious: "Second Brother, don't worry about me."

Why are Jun Yanzhi and He Ling not sleeping, like nocturnal owls, wandering around in the snow in the middle of the night?

"What are you doing out late at night? Where is your brother Jun?"

"Not here!"

He Ling snorted and grabbed Wen Jing's collar: "Go back to sleep."

Wen Jing said angrily: "Let me go! I have something important!"

He struggled hard and sacrificed an invisibility talisman. He Ling's reaction was faster, and he flew up contemptuously and held the talisman in his hand. The speed was amazing. Wen Jing shouted "How dare you!" and anxiously pulled He Ling's arm. Suddenly, there was a slight sound, and the two figures disappeared in the air.

He Ling held Wen Jing's wrist, and his voice was not loud but it made people tremble: "Where did you get this invisible talisman? Take it back and go to sleep!"

Wen Jing was extremely anxious, and was trembling with fear at He Ling's threat. He gritted his teeth and said: "It's probably God's will that I ran into Second Senior Brother tonight. Anyway, I will take Second Senior Brother to see someone tonight."

"Who?"

Wen Jing pulled him: "No need to say more, just go and see and you will know."