He Ling stared at Wen Jing with a cold gaze, as if trying to guess what medicine this kid was selling.

Wen Jing had already flown up and shouted, "Second Senior Brother, why don't you follow me to take a look? Or do you say that you don't dare?"

This had some effect. He Ling snorted with contempt, flew up into the air, and kicked Wen Jing on the buttocks. The kick was neither light nor heavy, but full of warning and threat: "Lead the way."

"Ah!" Wen Jing rubbed his buttocks and screamed.

He followed the little arrow in his mind through the mountains and was unknowingly led astray again. He was a guide, so of course he didn't dare to ask He Ling where this was. Slowly, the mountains were full of strange rocks, and a faint smell of sulfur came.

The luminous stones became more and more numerous and denser, as if the ground was shrouded in moonlight. Finally, a warmth appeared in the cold, water vapor rose, and the sound of flowing water came, but it was surrounded by tall strange rocks.

The arrows have stopped, indicating that this is where the demon cultivators appear. Wen Jing didn't know what kind of cruel scene it was, so he stopped and didn't move forward, but he felt strange.

In the original text, no corpse was found in the iceberg hot spring, but the system brought him here. The strangeness made people puzzled.

He Ling said: "Is it here?"

Wen Jing nodded, and took another step forward and said: "I'll go and take a look first."

The hot spring is surrounded by a layer of spiritual power barrier like a fine net, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter. Wen Jing flew onto a high rock, and looked around for a long time outside the barrier, but suddenly blushed, and stared at the water like an idiot.

He Ling frowned impatiently, flew to a nearby high rock and looked, but was also stunned.

In the hot spring, long and tall strange rocks stood like sparse trees. A woman was lying on her back in the water, with long hair loose, charming and beautiful. Her tender and white chest and thighs were exposed above the water, which made people excited. Even a gentleman couldn't control himself.

He Ling's face became more and more gloomy, and a compelling pressure formed around him, which made people feel scared.

He grabbed Wen Jing by the collar and said coldly: "You asked me to come to see a good show in the middle of the night, is it to see this?"

Wen Jing was stunned for a moment, and said in panic: "It's not this!"

"What is that?" He Ling's voice became even colder, and a small whirlwind appeared in his hand.

Wen Jing had a lot of bitterness in his stomach but couldn't spit it out. Seeing that the whirlwind was getting bigger and bigger, he desperately begged for mercy: "Second Brother, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again!"

He Ling looked at him coldly, and gradually calmed down. He took back the whirlwind in his hand and said: "Let's go!"

Wen Jing didn't know what happened just now, and followed He Ling closely, but didn't dare to complain a word. The Iceberg Hot Spring is the holy land of Hengtianmen, which is only open to the public but not allowed to enter. The woman in the water is clearly Shui Su, the Nine Palace Master of Shuiyue Palace. How could she bathe in this hot spring?

He Ling was a little angry and said in a muffled voice: "You came to watch the woman bathing at night. Did your Senior Brother Jun know?"

Wen Jing was confused for a while: "No, I don't know."

He Ling turned his head slowly, and his eyes slashed across Wen Jing's cheeks like a sharp sword, which made him get goosebumps in fear: "You are familiar with this place. You must have been here several times."

Wen Jing was aggrieved and speechless, like a mute.

Seeing that he lowered his head and stopped making excuses, He Ling seemed to have deep regrets. Finally, he looked away and his voice returned to a cold tone: "I will cover up today's incident for you. Since you have Junior Brother Jun, you should be more devoted and not so unrestrained."

Wen Jing wiped his eyes. How did he become unrestrained? He was a good boy with a strong sense of justice and a strong desire to catch bad guys, but now he has ruined his reputation and turned into a lewd demon who peeks at women bathing in the middle of the night?

He Ling said impatiently: "Why are you crying? You have bad behavior, are you worthy of your Senior Brother Jun?"

"...Second Senior Brother is right."

The talisman was removed halfway, and Wen Jing hung his head like a defeated chicken and finally returned to his residence. He Ling escorted Wen Jing to the door without saying a word, and gently pushed the door open: "Junior Brother Jun."

The room was silent, except for a few luminous stones emitting a faint light, it was dark.

"Junior Brother Jun hasn't come back from sword practice yet." Wen Jing poked his head.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a man walking out of the darkness, wearing a blue shirt and a white collar, with handsome features. Jun Yanzhi came slowly, glanced at Wen Jing indifferently, and stood at the door and said gently: "Second Senior Brother, why are you with Junior Brother?"

Wen Jing hung his head, his heart trembling, but he heard He Ling behind him said calmly: "He couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and couldn't find you, so he dragged me to practice sword."

Jun Yanzhi took Wen Jing over: "So that's the case... Thank you, Second Senior Brother."

Several people didn't say anything else, and the atmosphere was a little weird. Wen Jing looked up a little at a loss, but saw Jun Yanzhi looking at He Ling motionlessly. He

Ling's eyes moved slightly, and looked at Jun Yanzhi indifferently.

Wen Jing was slightly stunned, and immediately thought that the two of them were secretly communicating. After the monks have established their foundation, they can use telepathy to communicate with each other. No one else can hear except the parties involved. What are they saying that they cannot hear? !

He stood there blankly like a prisoner on trial, as if the defense phase had been completed and the judges were now meeting to discuss and decide the final verdict based on the severity of his crime.

After a while, Jun Yanzhi nodded and said, "Thank you."

He Ling turned and left, and the door was closed with a "click". As soon

as He Ling left the room, Wen Jing's heart was pounding. He chased after Jun Yanzhi and asked, "Brother, what did the second senior brother say to you just now?"

Jun Yanzhi said nothing with a faint expression, but took off his coat and hung it on the side of the bed: "It's almost dawn, you should go to sleep for a while."

Wen Jing did not dare to resist and climbed onto the bed on his own initiative: "Brother, what did the second senior brother say to me just now?"

The bed beside him sank slightly, and a warm body crawled in. After a long time, Jun Yanzhi's voice came from the quilt, a little hoarse: "Junior brother, you said Shui Su was beautiful a few days ago, but were you sincere?"

It was hard to take back what he had said, Wen Jing nodded along with the words: "Not bad."

The warm palm under the quilt suddenly moved over, gently grasped Wen Jing's waist, and held him in his arms again. Wen Jing felt his hair stand on end, stiff and dared not move rashly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Senior brother, what are you going to do?"

"...You are older, it is normal to have needs. If you don't mind, I will help you once."

The palm on the waist slowly moved down, gently untied his tight trouser belt, and got in again. Wen Jing was nervous for a moment, and a very strong feeling came from his crotch, burning with an evil fire that was enough to make him lose his temper. He pushed Jun Yanzhi's shoulders, kicking his legs and wanting to cry: "Brother! What did the second brother say to you?"

Jun Yanzhi's voice was as low and hoarse as sand: "You went to the hot spring to see her tonight, but you were just confused for a moment and didn't really like her. Junior brother, men and women are the same, they can both... practice dual cultivation."

Before he finished speaking, his wet lips moved up along the neck, blocking Wen Jing's mouth, which was slightly open due to confusion, and the tip of his tongue lightly pushed into it. Wen Jing suddenly felt like a fish on the shore, breathing hard, and was pressed on the bed by him without warning.

What kind of drama is this? Why is the second senior brother betraying him in secret! Didn't you agree to cover it up for him?

Jun Yanzhi's kiss was different from the previous ones. It seemed to carry a hint of emotion and anger, but he tried his best to endure it, which made people's lips and tongue hurt. Wen Jing was breathless from his kiss, and struggled to refuse: "Don't bother me, brother! Really! Don't bother..."

He curled up tightly, pushed as hard as he could, and wanted to slap him angrily: "Brother, calm down!"

Jun Yanzhi was pushed to one side, staring at him in disbelief, his expression seemed to be aggrieved, and a trace of sadness was revealed. Wen Jing inexplicably felt that he had committed a heinous crime, and although he couldn't figure it out, his arrogance was immediately extinguished. He coughed awkwardly, and said softly: "Brother, what happened to you just now? I didn't mean to be mean to you, listen to me..."

Jun Yanzhi hung his head and said nothing.

Wen Jing felt extremely regretful, and knelt on the bed humbly and coaxed: "Brother, I really didn't mean to yell at you just now, I just accidentally pushed you..."

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head for a long time, and finally raised his head, and said gently and calmly: "Junior brother, what do you think about the dual cultivation?"

"This..." Wen Jing's palms were sweating again.

He didn't dislike Jun Yanzhi, on the contrary, he admired him very much. But this is a major event in life, he should slow down and think clearly, and can't jump to conclusions at the age of seventeen. Being gay once, being gay for life, such a big thing, it is related to his outlook on life, right! To become a couple just for the sake of cultivation, isn't that a bit...

Jun Yanzhi took a deep breath, regained his elegant and relaxed demeanor, and said softly: "Junior brother, please take your time to think about it. There is no rush."