Wen Jing squatted down in the silent woods, scratched the ground with a dry branch, and waited for half an hour.

In the original text, Duan Xuan died earlier than Liu Qianmo and others, and no one could figure out how he was possessed by the evil cultivator. What was Jun Yanzhi doing going to his master's residence in the middle of the night when his master was not there?

Maybe something happened tonight.

Wen Jing didn't know what Duan Xuan liked to eat or drink, nor did he know his daily routine, but Jun Yanzhi might know. If he put a drop of blood on Duan Xuan's wine glass...

Suddenly, a figure appeared silently from the darkness at the door.

Wen Jing looked at him motionlessly, and Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and flew away expressionlessly, like an eagle in the dark.

With a "snap", the branch in his hand suddenly broke.

The caves of the peak masters of all generations were guarded by formations, but Duan Xuan refused to live in Lu Zhen's residence and randomly chose this remote stone house to sleep. In this way, the defense was reduced by more than half. Moreover, according to what Liu Qianmo said privately to He Ling, Duan Xuan has always neglected to take care of himself, "a bit self-destructive." At most, he set up a barrier in the room, but it may not be able to cover everything.

At least, there is no barrier around the residence.

Wen Jing wandered around like a wandering soul for most of the night, feeling uneasy and tangled.

How could Jun Yanzhi really do something to Duan Xuan? Even if his master was not a good person, he taught him "The True Art of Spring", not to mention the years of training and teaching him.

Why did he sneak into Duan Xuan's room in the middle of the night? Even if he didn't want to kill anyone, he could secretly do something to his master, so what about others? Mo Shaoyan

had an accident a few days ago. If something happened

to his master again... He practiced sword for two hours in a distracted state, and it was noon before he knew it. Wen Jing walked back to his room in a daze, lay down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze. He once swore to Jun Yanzhi that he would "never betray him". Now it seems that he had expected this day.

But now the one who betrayed is not himself, but him!

With a faint pain in his heart and unbearable knots, Wen Jing sat up suddenly.

He must find Jun Yanzhi to ask clearly.

No matter what, they have been together for so many years, and Jun Yanzhi owes him an explanation.

Wen Jing threw off the quilt and got out of bed like a gust of wind.

Suddenly, alarm bells rang in his mind, and the system issued a series of shrill calls.

"Host, please pay attention! Directly provoking the devil is an act of suicide! Repeat, it is an act of suicide! The defense system does not allow the host to do such things!"

Wen Jing's face was cold and he turned a deaf ear.

"Host, please be careful! Someone has recently set up an invisible barrier in the host's residence. Going in and out will attract the attention of the devil!"

Wen Jing stopped suddenly at the door: "Why didn't you say so earlier?" "

The existence of the invisible barrier did not threaten the host's safety before."

Wen Jing looked around breathlessly, and his heart felt like a blunt knife was slowly cutting, and it hurt.

He was restricting his actions.

Jun Yanzhi had long been suspicious of him, treating him as a prisoner and watching his every move closely. How is this different from Lu Yunfei back then?

If he wasn't guilty, would he have to go to such lengths?

Wen Jing's heart was numb, and he couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or sad.

The system has confirmed that Jun Yanzhi is a demon cultivator. Mo Shaoyan went crazy and almost lost his life half a month ago. Now Jun Yanzhi has set his sights on Duan Xuan and is controlling his actions... How much more evidence do I need before I can see clearly with my own eyes and wake up? Do I have to wait until someone dies in Huishi Peak?

Wen Jing took a deep breath.

At this point, there is no point in saying more to Jun Yanzhi. The master must know about this.

The day he tolerates this man, the lives of the master and fellow brothers will be in danger.

The alarm was blaring, but Wen Jing no longer cared about anything and flew towards Duan Xuan's residence.

He would wait at Duan Xuan's door until his master came back!

The warm winter sun was hanging in the sky, and the breeze blew the remaining snow, icy and cold, on his face. Looking from afar, a dark gray figure stood in front of Duan Xuan's stone house, with messy hair and unkempt appearance, standing beside the cliff, looking down.

Wen Jingfei sped up.

The man heard Wen Jing's voice from a distance, frowned and turned his head slightly: "What are you in a hurry for? Slow down!"

"Master." Wen Jing did not dare to disobey, slowed down his steps and landed lightly ten feet behind Duan Xuan, not daring to get too close to him, "Master is back."

Duan Xuan did not turn around, as if he had expected it: "Have you built the foundation?"

"Yes."

Duan Xuan did not say anything, looked for a long time, and finally came to his senses: "Wait."

He said coldly, turned and went into the stone house, and came out again after a while, holding an old book with a yellow cover and white edges in his hand. The book was quite old, with blood stains on the cover and the pages were also torn.

"This is the 'One Yang Sword Technique'. Although it only has three moves, its power is extraordinary..." He explained for a while and then felt annoyed, so he said briefly, "In short, if you practice it to the highest level, its power will not be much worse than the 'Dead Wood Sword Technique'. Your comprehension is not enough, but your control of sword energy is exquisite. Just practice this one first. I can't find the others for the time being."

Wen Jing took the dilapidated ancient book and said with his head down: "...Thank you, Master."

"How is the 'Green Pine Pointing the Way' going?"

"Not yet, not even a little bit of success."

Duan Xuan's face immediately sank, and a rainstorm and a strong wind seemed to be sweeping in, but he held back at the last moment and pursed his lips tightly.

"I will study hard, Master, don't worry." Wen Jing's hair stood up, his scalp was numb, he raised his head, and his heart began to beat wildly, "Master, I came here today because I want to report something to you."

"What is it?"

Wen Jing said calmly, "Master, you may find it hard to believe what I have to say... Please listen to me patiently."

"Go ahead."

"Master, I was wandering in the mountains last night, but I came to your residence unknowingly. Master was not here last night, I hid in the dark in the forest, but I saw a man enter your room in the dark."

Wen Jing looked at Duan Xuan calmly. He didn't need to tell Jun Yanzhi everything, he just needed to let Master be wary of this man, and he would achieve his goal.

Duan Xuan frowned tightly and glanced at the man in green flying in the distance.

Wen Jing was not aware of it at all. He took a deep breath and said, "The moonlight was bright last night. I saw it clearly. That person was none other than Senior Brother Jun!"

Duan Xuan half-closed his eyes, his eyebrows twisted into a rope: "You said Yanzhi sneaked into my room last night?"

"Yes, Master! I dare not say a single word of falsehood." Wen Jing looked at Duan Xuan sincerely, but was afraid that he would not believe it. After struggling for a while, he said, "There is one more thing. When I went to Hengtianmen with Senior Brother Jun, he would go out to practice sword every night. I..."

Halfway through his words, Wen Jing's body suddenly trembled, and a faint aura appeared behind him.

He immediately turned around, but saw Jun Yanzhi standing five feet behind him, looking at him indifferently.

With a "snap", a tight string in his mind broke. This man actually hid his spiritual energy just now!

He was furious. He turned to look at Duan Xuan and said anxiously, "Master! Everything I said is true. Master, you must search the room from top to bottom. You will definitely find evidence..."

Duan Xuan said coldly, "I don't know what you mean by this. I stayed in the room with my eyes closed and rested all night last night. I didn't go out. If someone came in, I would definitely know."

Wen Jing opened his mouth and his lips trembled slightly, "...Master was there last night?" " I

didn't go out all night."

Wen Jing frowned, "This...then what did I do last night..."

"Why did you frame your senior brother Jun?" Duan Xuan's face was dark and gloomy, "He went out to practice swordsmanship at Hengtian Gate in the middle of the night. He was diligent and hardworking. He couldn't accompany you... Aren't you happy?"

Halfway through, he closed his mouth like a river clam, his face flushed slightly.

"I'm not unhappy, Master, he has bad intentions--" Wen Jing hurriedly explained.

"Nonsense, what's wrong with you and your brother that you can even say something like 'bad intentions'?" Duan Xuan was a little annoyed, and a small whirlwind gathered in his hand, "What kind of personality is Yanzhi, don't I know it?"

"Master! You--"

Seeing that the whirlwind was about to fall on Wen Jing, Jun Yanzhi stepped forward and pulled him behind him, and said to Duan Xuan calmly: "Master, my disciple and I have had some small quarrels recently. My disciple was angry with me, so he complained about me in front of you. This is all my fault. Master, please allow me to take my disciple back and have a good talk with him."

Duan Xuan put away the whirlwind in his hand and said with a stern face: "Handle the conflict between the two of you properly and don't cause trouble everywhere. Lock him in the room for three months, don't let him go out, and concentrate on practicing swords."

Wen Jing shouted angrily: "Master, listen to me! It doesn't matter who you hand me over to, just don't--"

"Yes, I know." Jun Yanzhi grabbed Wen Jing's sleeve and interrupted him calmly, "Junior brother, come with me."

"No, no, no..." Wen Jing staggered as Jun Yanzhi pulled her away. She was anxious and frightened, and goosebumps broke out all over her body.

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With a "bang" sound of the door closing, the big turtle on the bed suddenly raised his head and looked at the person who was thrown on the bed in bewilderment. The bed suddenly sank, swaying up and down, accompanied by the panic and anger of Wen Jing.

"Jun Yanzhi, you hypocrite! If you have the guts, let's go outside and fight!"

Jun Yanzhi stood beside the bed, his face as elegant and calm as usual, but with a hint of gloom: "Junior brother, let's talk it out clearly."

"Where did you go last night?"

Wen Jing crawled to the other side of the bed, but Jun Yanzhi calmly grabbed one of his ankles. The force was not light or heavy, but it was enough to drag him to his side: "Junior brother, what do you know?"

The slender fingers passed across his chin and pinched it like an iron clamp. Wen Jing couldn't turn his head away, and was forced to look into Jun Yanzhi's deep eyes. He was so scared that his hair stood up, but he said with a stiff face: "I know everything."

"Know what?"

Wen Jing glared at him: "I know everything!"

Jun Yanzhi's calm voice was filled with anger, as if he wanted to swallow him up without leaving a trace: "So you told the master about me."

"Who told you to harm the master!" Wen Jing growled angrily.

With a "swish", he felt a chill on his chest, and his clothes were torn off without mercy. Wen Jing was pressed tightly on the bed.

"Jun Yanzhi! What are you going to do!" His mouth was tightly covered, and his tongue was raging in his mouth like a vent of hatred, making it difficult to breathe. Wen Jing couldn't push him, and anxiously punched the man who was holding him.

The punch seemed to have no effect, but the tongue in his mouth was pulled out. Jun Yanzhi's face turned blue, and he lowered his head and said slowly: "You can try to hit me again."

His wrists were immediately pressed to the bed by the true energy, as if he was not a hand, but a chain made of thousand-year-old black iron.

"Jun Yanzhi, kill me if you want!" Wen Jing cursed angrily, "You'd better cut off my hands and feet, otherwise I will beat you to death!"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and looked at him calmly, took off the green hairband with his right hand, and lightly tied Wen Jing's hands to the head of the bed: "This is a treasure made of silk spit by a third-level monster. Even if you are in the Jindan stage, you may not be able to escape."

"You!" Wen Jing was so angry that he couldn't speak. The slippery tongue once again probed into his mouth, and the belt was gently hooked and immediately fell off.

"Jun Yanzhi, think carefully, what is the point of doing this!"

Jun Yanzhi did not answer, and calmly took off his outer shirt and middle clothes, leaving only a set of underwear, hanging loosely across his body. He looked at the struggling boy and lowered his head to kiss his lips.

There was a clear bite on his lips, and the tongue drove straight in, invading his mouth wantonly, simple and rough.

Wen Jing was bitten and speechless. After a long time, he turned away his cheek and said coldly: "Jun Yanzhi, don't ruin the friendship between you and me for so many years."

Jun Yanzhi buried his head in his shoulder and whispered: "Not bad, so many years of friendship."