Wen Jing removed the invisibility talisman and hurried back to his residence with his head down, but he couldn't help but blame the system and himself for being useless.

According to the original text, the disciples would go crazy on the day of the competition. At that time, there was a dragon roar, and dozens of arenas started fighting at the same time, but no one expected that hundreds of people on and off the stage would lose their minds in an instant. The people on the arena were like crazy, trying to kill each other, and blood flowed everywhere. In a short time, 20 to 30 lives were lost.

Now that the culprit cannot be found, this tragic situation is likely to become a reality.

Suddenly, a small frame popped up in my mind, making a hissing sound as if the screen was about to disappear.

"Host, just now - beep - the system tried its best to place a mark of 'ten' on the demon - beep - it should be on the demon's back. The system needs two months of maintenance - beep - beep -"

Then, as if it had used up its last bit of strength, the screen in his mind went black, and there was no news.

Wen Jing was stunned for a moment, and tried to call up information such as character value, but there was dead silence.

What is this?

The system tried its best to place a "ten" mark on the demon's back. It sounds useful, but in fact it is full of difficulties. Does he have to take off the clothes of all men who look between 20 and 30 years old and let him check them one by one?

Hengtianmen is covered with ice and snow, how can people willingly take off their clothes?

He drove the Wind Guard back to his residence, feeling nervous, but he saw bright lights and noisy voices, as if something big had just happened. Looking around, all the residences on the mountain were lit up with spiritual lights and fires, as if every place was in chaos.

Wen Jing landed on the snow and grabbed a Hengtian Sect disciple and asked, "What happened?"

The disciple said in panic, "Many disciples in the Hospitality Peak went crazy in the middle of the night and were knocked unconscious. They were about to be sent to Monk Jun for treatment!"

"What? They went crazy tonight? Where is Brother Jun?"

"Monk Jun is in the room." The disciple said and directed two disciples, "Hurry up, this is the sixteenth one, take him to Monk Jun for treatment!"

"Is anyone dead?"

"Not yet!"

The corridor leading to the room was filled with bodies lying in all directions, and the noisy idlers were making a lot of noise. Wen Jing tiptoed over the body and finally returned to his room.

"Senior Brother Jun..."

The door opened wide, and an unconscious disciple lay flat on the ground. Jun Yanzhi sat cross-legged in his outer shirt, oblivious to the surroundings.

Wen Jing felt a little relieved.

The devil took action one step ahead, and made the incident happen in the middle of the night, which was much better than the original text. There was a barrier protecting the arena, and it needed a Jindan cultivator to tear the barrier apart to save people. Moreover, the weapons were in the hands of the disciples. If

they fought desperately, it was inevitable that someone would die. However, the accident happened in the middle of the night, and the disciples had no weapons in their hands. When they went crazy, they could wake up the people around them. Therefore, although some people were seriously injured, no one was killed.

The devil cultivator suddenly changed his mind, and no one knew why.

Jun Yanzhi suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the small blood clot on the disciple's forehead at an extremely fast speed, and said loudly: "This person is already fine, please carry him down."

"Thank you!" Two disciples of Hengtian Sect hurried in and carried the man out.

"Senior Brother Jun..."

Jun Yanzhi tilted his head and looked at him: "Where have you been?"

"Uh... I couldn't sleep just now, so I went to practice swordsmanship."

Jun Yanzhi bit his lip and suddenly lowered his head: "Junior Brother, if you have something on your mind, remember to tell me. Did you... go to see that person again..."

"No!" Wen Jing's scalp tingled, and he quickly denied it.

"Something happened to the Water Palace Master as well! Get out of the way!" Two young disciples on the corridor ran over and stood at the door, panting, "Master Jun, the Shuiyue Palace Master Shuisu has also lost her mind. Master, please go and save her first."

The disciples outside the door wanted to complain but didn't dare. They looked at the two of them with resigned anger and talked in a low voice.

"The life of the palace master is life, but the lives of the disciples are not."

"I heard that several peak masters have had accidents..."

Jun Yanzhi quickly put on his clothes, glanced at Wen Jing again, and said nonchalantly: "I'll be busy these days, what are you going to do?"

"I'll clean up here and go to accompany you." Wen Jing picked up the belt on the bench, tied it around his waist from behind, and smoothed his long hair, "Your hair is messy, do you want to comb it?"

Jun Yanzhi felt an electric shock at the roots of his hair, and he tilted his head to glance at him, and walked out without saying a word.

Jun

Yanzhi lived in the hall of Siyang Peak for a month, cured more than 80 people, but more than 10 people were unconscious. Wen Jing stayed by his side all day, and although he couldn't intervene, he sat not far away and watched silently like a puppy.

Finally, the last disciple was carried away, and Jun Yanzhi lifted his clothes and stood up.

Everyone stopped and stared at him intently.

Cui Ying said respectfully: "Master Jun, you have worked hard. The master ordered that the monk should rest for a day and come to Siyang Peak the day after tomorrow. The masters want to thank Master Jun in person."

Jun Yanzhi's expression was as calm as clear water: "Thank you."

Wen Jing quietly walked to his side and whispered: "Senior brother, let's go."

"Let's go." Jun Yanzhi smiled lightly and patted his shoulder lightly, "You have been exhausted these days."

Everyone's eyes fell on him again.

Wen Jing blushed, not knowing if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that those eyes were full of envy and jealousy, which made him feel a little dizzy. He quickly gathered his thoughts and looked at Jun Yanzhi seriously.

The two returned to their residence slowly, it was already late at night. Jun Yanzhi took off his coat and hung it aside, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head lowered slightly.

"What's wrong, brother?" Wen Jing didn't care at all, and sat beside him, "Brother, you have become the savior of the five major sects, you should be happy."

Jun Yanzhi didn't say anything, but leaned on his shoulder silently.

"Brother... are you worried about something?" Wen Jing hesitated for a moment, and finally put his sweaty palm on his shoulder, speaking softly.

"Junior brother... do you want to spend your life with me like this?" Jun Yanzhi whispered in Wen Jing's neck, his breath surging up along his neck, making his whole body warm.

"Senior brother, calm down." Wen Jing closed his eyes.

"Junior brother, I know you admire me more than love me. But I have different feelings for you..." Jun Yanzhi held his face and licked his ears carefully, "but there are some different feelings."

Wen Jing's whole body was stiff and trembling, and he tried to keep calm: "Senior brother, we have a relationship of brothers."

The tip of his tongue went along his neck to his shoulder, and Jun Yanzhi bit his collarbone lightly: "... Brothers would not do this."

"Senior brother, I am not worthy of you." Wen Jing whispered helplessly.

The outer and middle shirts were pulled apart, and a pair of hands with bands slid to his chest, gently kneading the red beans on his chest. Wen Jing was pressed down on the bed, his whole body was burning and he couldn't speak.

"Junior brother, I have been waiting since you were fifteen. If you don't resist tonight, I will continue." Jun Yanzhi kissed down along the collarbone, came to Wen Jing's well-proportioned waist and abdomen, and gently pulled the tight belt.

Wen Jing made a final struggle with his remaining rationality: "Senior brother, we are both men. You don't understand... Being with a man is a big deal for me."

The slender fingers reached into the pants, holding it neither loose nor tight, and rubbing it slowly. Wen Jing groaned like a crazy little animal: "Senior brother, you..." You are breaking the rules!

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and licked it gently: "Junior brother, you don't know that I have never trusted anyone in my life. You must not betray me, do you understand?"

"No betrayal, never betrayal!" Wen Jing touched his head, wanting to cry but without tears, "Senior brother, raise your head, it's dirty! ————Hmm!"

Jun Yanzhi raised his head silently, wiping the white liquid on his cheek with his sleeve: "...not too fast."

Wen Jing covered his face and half sat up: "..."

Jun Yanzhi unbuttoned his shirt, and the well-proportioned and solid body of the man looked like an ancient Greek statue under the candlelight. He hugged Wen Jing and got into the quilt, tightly and seamlessly blocking his lips. The intertwined tongues didn't know what to say, only full of desire.

"Junior brother, you are the only one I want, do you know?" Jun Yanzhi pulled down Wen Jing's underwear and panted softly, "Whether you want to be with me or not, you have to be with me, you can't run away..."

"Senior brother, I, this is my first time." Wen Jing blushed as he pushed her legs apart, tightly pressed against something hot, her lower body spasmed, and she couldn't help but grab his back tightly.

Jun Yanzhi kissed him gently: "Junior brother, don't be afraid."

"Yeah, yeah."

Jun Yanzhi stopped his movements and looked deeply into Wen Jing's eyes: "Junior brother, I want to tell you my real name. Can you keep it in your heart and don't tell others?"

I don't know what happened, the moment before merging with him, I suddenly had a desire to let him know the real me. Even if I can't let him know everything, at least I can know a little about him.

"What's your real name?"

"I lost my parents when I was a child, and was adopted when I was ten. I just remembered my real name recently." Jun Yanzhi hugged him gently, rubbing his nose against his neck, "Do you want to know?"

"Hmm? Okay." Wen Jing swallowed uncomfortably.

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and kissed him deeply for a long time. The moment he pulled out his tongue, he whispered in Wen Jing's ear: "My name is Changsun Shaoyi."

Wen Jing's mind exploded, and it seemed as if his mind was shattered into pieces, and it was difficult to recover.

"Junior brother?" Jun Yanzhi stared at him, and felt the hard object against him soften at a very fast speed. He asked tentatively, "Have you heard of this name?"

Wen Jing covered his head, trying to hide his pale face: "No, I suddenly have a headache."

Jun Yanzhi hesitated, but finally got off the bed, turned his back to him and poured water from a teacup.

Wen Jing looked at Jun Yanzhi's smooth back in panic. A small "10" stopped on the spine. Although it was not eye-catching, it was as glaring as an ugly scar and difficult to ignore.

"Senior brother, I can't bear the headache." Wen Jing covered his head, and a tearing pain came from his brain.

Jun Yanzhi fed him water, put on a middle shirt, and gently touched his head: "I know, go to sleep."

"... Yeah." Wen Jing turned over and closed his eyes tightly.

The eldest grandson of Shaoyi, the "cross" mark... these must all be coincidences... right.

The author has something to say: I think it is necessary to talk about what happens next, so that everyone can decide whether to follow.

After returning to Huishi Peak, due to a series of things, Wen Jing reported Jun Yanzhi (of course he did not succeed), the two of them fell out, and Wen Jing was imprisoned unjustly.

Due to another series of things, Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi had a quarrel and a fight, and Jun Yanzhi disappeared.

I won't talk about the rest.

In short, the top has not changed, and is still the scheming bitch who will play tricks on the bottom and cry when necessary. Also, today the top tells the bottom his real name, not because it is OOC, but because I just want to write such a top.

The extermination of Jun Yan's family was planned by someone in order to eliminate the demon cultivators and Hengyang Palace at the same time. The specific details will be explained step by step later.

In addition, regarding whether the original text is dark, the original text is not what everyone imagines. "The Tribulation of All Living Things" is a special existence. Only by following the text can you know the specific details.

Finally, regarding the character value, after Jun Yan disappeared, Wen Jing figured out what the character value is.

That's it. I really put a lot of effort into planning this article. The first few chapters were really messed up, so I had to revise it. I don't understand what everyone wants, but I have already listed the outline like this, and I can't say more.