The room was filled with a cloud of oppression, making people feel uncomfortable. Wen Jing asked, "How are you going to monitor me?"

If they asked him to snitch, of course they would monitor him, otherwise how would they know how many times he snitched?

Thinking about it, Wen Jing felt a little angry again. He stared at Jun Yanzhi and said, "My master told me not to leave the house for three months, but you only gave me one month..."

Jun Yanzhi stood at the window with his hands behind his back, not saying a word. Not long after, a few small black dots flew in from the window, circling and landing on Jun Yanzhi's hands. He clenched his hand and walked towards Wen Jing on the bed: "Open your palm."

"...What?"

"A token of love."

Wen Jing was furious and said sullenly: "What token of love?"

Jun Yanzhi opened his palm and five small black things fell into his palm. Four of them immediately raised their heads vigilantly, but the last one seemed to be confused and turned around in circles. It took a long time for him to react.

Wen Jing frowned and looked carefully: "...Mosquitoes?" "

The second-level monster Xuantian mosquito, which grows in the extremely cold land in the north, is best at biting through barriers and can also poison."

"You use them to monitor me?"

"They are intelligent, you can tell them to do things...but one of them is a little stupid. If you report me, these five mosquitoes will naturally come to tell me, and they won't care about other things. Give me your palm." Wen

Jing didn't dare to disobey and stretched out his hand.

Five mosquitoes immediately flew to Wen Jing's palm, lowered their heads at the same time, and their spikes immediately pierced through the skin, sucking blood.

"I told them to eat your blood once, and they will recognize you in the future."

"...Yes."

"Five days later, I will set off for the Ancient Mirror Sect. I will tell my master to take you with me then."

Wen Jing hesitated for a moment: "You want to cause trouble in the Ancient Mirror Sect?"

Jun Yanzhi was silent for a while, and sneered: "Even if you are causing trouble."

He turned around to leave, but Wen Jing said hesitantly behind him: "Brother Jun, why do you want to be with me? Is it because I admired you before? In fact, there are countless people who admire you now, you don't have to..."

Jun Yanzhi smiled: "Your little chrysanthemum looks very cute."

Wen Jing blushed.

Jun Yanzhi commented: "The body is like a small heater, nice to hug and touch, suitable for home and room."

Wen Jing threw a pillow: "Bullshit, get out of here!"

Wen

Jing was given a house arrest order and practiced swordsmanship all day long.

"Yi Yang Sword" is a fire sword technique created by a Taoist priest Yuan Ying thousands of years ago. It is said that when this sword technique is practiced to perfection, it can be varied and can be comparable to the power of "Dead Wood Sword Technique". Unfortunately, except for that Taoist priest, no one has reached that level so far.

Wen Jing boasted that he did not dare to compare himself with the ancients, and he was not very satisfied with the simple "Green Pine Pointing the Way", so he put "Yi Yang Sword Technique" aside. It takes several decades to practice the One Yang Sword Technique, but the Green Pine Pointing the Way has been practiced almost to perfection, and only a few days are needed.

The time spent practicing swords passed in a flash, so fast that it was unnoticeable, as if thousands of years could pass by so leisurely.

Finally, it was five days later, in the early morning.

Wen Jing sat quietly beside the stone statue of Qingxuzi, holding the heavy iron sword in his hand. Suddenly, the flying sword flew into the air, and Wen Jing flipped several times in the air, and grabbed the spinning hilt. The true energy poured out along the iron sword, and it was slashed in the air, creating a strong air flow like a vortex. It's

done!

Wen Jing was overjoyed. With a

loud bang, something happened all around, and the sound of the collapse was deafening.

Wen Jing was stunned and immediately shouted, "Not good!"

Everything happened so quickly, and it caught people off guard. The stone statue of Qingxuzi burst out broken stones like a broken mirror, and collapsed in an instant, falling into the cliff in pieces.

Half of the body was left unevenly on the edge of the cliff, and it seemed that a section of something like a sword handle was exposed.

Wen Jing stared blankly.

He swore that he didn't throw the sword energy on Qingxuzi!

He walked forward lightly, slowly pulled out the long sword from the half of the statue, and gently pulled it in his hand.

Good sword!

The sword was unsheathed, plain and unadorned, and a little old. The sword tip flashed with cold light, but there was no murderous aura, only a sense of awe from the bottom of one's heart.

Is this... a sword given by the ancestor?

Isn't this the plot in all male-oriented novels? The male protagonist is extremely talented, hardworking, and finally moved heaven and earth, and was given a sword by the ancestors. From then on, he killed Buddhas and people, and unrestrainedly embarked on the road of leading all living beings.

Wen Jing glanced at the hilt of the sword, and two words were clearly engraved on it: "Sui Xin".

Suddenly, the pain in his head was uncontrollable. Wen Jing held his forehead and saw a young Taoist figure in the blur. He couldn't see clearly from a distance, but he heard a sentence clearly: "Use this sword to kill all the demons in the world." Wen Jing's

heart sank and he threw the sword to the ground.

The headache immediately disappeared like the tide. The warm sun shone on the winter snow, leaving only the long sword lying quietly on the ground.

Wen Jing looked up in panic, but the stone statue of Qingxuzi was intact as usual, flying and dashing, as if nothing had happened.

Was everything just an illusion?

Wen Jing lowered his head and touched the hilt of the sword, but his mind was calm. Everything that happened just now was like a strange dream, but the voice of the young Taoist remained in his mind and could not be forgotten.

"With this precious sword, all the demons in the world will be killed."

Wen Jing did not dare to think about the deep meaning of this sentence.

He also did not dare to think about personally inserting this precious sword into Jun Yanzhi's heart.

He held the precious sword in his hand restlessly and looked into the distance blankly. Suddenly, a person floated down in front of him. He was dressed in white and his face was as cold as an iceberg, but he seemed a little worried.

"Second Brother." Wen Jing came back to his senses, bowed his head and greeted him calmly.

"What's going on with this sword?"

He had been standing in the distance since early morning, watching Wen Jing practice swordsmanship. Just when he had mastered the "Green Pine Pointing the Way" skill, he saw it clearly. A white light flashed on the ground, and a sword appeared from nowhere, while Wen Jing stood there like an idiot, motionless until now.

Wen Jing was extremely flustered, so he held up the sword and said, "Just now... in the illusion, I saw the sword given by the Grandmaster."

He Ling held the sword in his hand and pulled it, looking at it silently for a long time. He put the sword away and handed it to Wen Jing calmly, "Since it is the Grandmaster who gave you the sword, you should practice well and don't let the Grandmaster down."

Just... just like that?

Why is he so calm, as if having a meal is as normal? Could it be that this Qingxu often appears in spirit from time to time, giving away sword magic weapons and swords, and getting close to his disciples?

Wen Jing said with some distress: "Has Second Senior Brother also been given a sword by the Grandmaster?"

He Ling was a little annoyed: "Nonsense! Who can have such good luck?"

"Huh? Then how..." "

The Grandmaster has already been listed in the immortal class. It must be because you practiced sword hard next to the stone statue all day long, so he gave you the 'Shuangxin' that he used for practicing sword in his early years." He Ling glanced at him indifferently, "You take care of yourself. If you want to keep a low profile, it's up to you. If you want to show off everywhere, it's up to you."

Wen Jing blushed involuntarily and cleared his throat: "I don't mean to show off everywhere."

"We are going to set off for the Ancient Mirror Sect. Master specially sent me to call you." He Ling waved his sleeves and flew up.

Wen Jing hurriedly followed: "What happened to the Ancient Mirror Sect?"

"More than 60 disciples of the Ancient Mirror Sect are in trouble and came to ask Yanzhi for help."

"Who else is going?"

"Senior Brother, and a few people from Beiyan Peak."

Wen Jing lowered his head: "How can Master let me go?"

"Then Elder Lu of the Ancient Mirror Sect heard that you are his long-lost grandson, so he wants you to meet him."

Wen Jing was stunned.

How did Jun Yanzhi bring this up? If it hadn't been mentioned today, he would have almost forgotten that there was such a thing. What exactly did he mean?

He Ling glanced at him: "If you recognize your relatives, maybe you will stay in the Ancient Mirror Sect."

Wen Jing said decisively: "Impossible, Huishi Peak is my home."

He Ling raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

After meeting Duan Xuan in the hall, Wen Jing stood aside in fear, wishing he could become transparent. Duan Xuan's face was full of dark clouds since he entered the hall, and his eyes were so sharp that they could pierce through his body and poke two big holes. Others didn't know what was wrong, the atmosphere was heavy and depressing, as if something big had happened.

"How is your swordsmanship?"

"I haven't started the "Yi Yang Swordsmanship" yet, and I have made some progress in the "Green Pine Pointing the Way."

Duan Xuan's expression eased a little. He looked at Liu Qianmo's angry face and whispered, "You have just built your foundation, it's good to go out and gain some experience, remember to listen to the words of the senior brothers."

Wen Jing hurriedly said, "Yes, Master."

Duan Xuan nodded, leaned back and leaned back on the back of the chair. His eyes passed over Liu Qianmo indifferently, but he saw that the latter was still looking at him with some annoyance, and he couldn't help but frown. He pondered for a while, and finally said in a stiff tone: "Remember to come back after you go out. I just care about your cultivation, not that I hate you."

Wen Jing looked at him in disbelief, almost flattered. This explanation that was almost like an apology could never come from Duan Xuan's mouth.

Liu Qianmo immediately turned around and said with a smile: "Master is doing this for your own good, junior brother, don't think too much. Even if you are really the grandson of Elder Lu, we have lived together for so many years, and you must come back."

Wen Jing nodded quickly: "Huishi Peak is my home, of course I have to come back."

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became lively, and laughter came one after another.

"Well said!"

"That's what I said, how can you just leave like that?"

Gui Xinbi said with a nonchalant smile: "I said what are you afraid of, Senior Brother Jun is here, how can he run far?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Mo Shaoyan shook his head gently.

Wen Jing's face turned pale and red, and anger was boiling in his chest. Everyone hurriedly pretended not to hear and changed the subject. Duan Xuan looked at the sky and finally said: "It's getting late, you guys go. Several people from Beiyan Peak are waiting for you at the foot of the mountain."

Jun Yanzhi had been silent all the time, and then he whispered: "Yes."