I woke up slowly in the middle of the night, and the wooden door was whistling in the strong wind.

The cold wind penetrated through the seams of my clothes, chilling my heart to the bone, and even the corners of my eyes were slightly frozen.

Wen Jing rubbed his eyes, and there was no warmth around him. He was the only one who was lonely.

He stared at the wooden door in a daze for a while, and in a trance, Jun Yanzhi's figure leaning against the door on a moonlit night appeared in front of him again.

Wen Jing was stunned for a while, and his heart ached. He shook his head lightly, took out the jade slip in his arms, and carefully considered what he should do.

The first thing is to go to the Red Maple Sect.

When Hengyang Palace was destroyed, the two sets of ancient scrolls that were secretly passed down in Jun Yanzhi's family disappeared at the same time. The ancient scrolls are very important. There is a powerful magic confinement. If someone forcibly takes it away, the person will die immediately. At the least, the soul will be gradually damaged and the person will die within two years.

Of the two ancient scrolls, one is "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique", which fell into the hands of Master Lu Zhishan. This scroll was taken back by Jun Yanzhi a long time ago, when the Qingxu Sword Sect had its first accident.

The other is "Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique". This sword technique is a bit strange. It only recognizes people from Hengyang Palace. It is usually silent and no one knows how powerful it is. After it was taken away by someone, because its origin was a bit unclear, the person changed the cover to "Thunder Sword Technique". After the person died, his family didn't know the use of this sword technique, so they hastily auctioned it off.

This volume is now in the hands of a playboy named Li Qingran from the Red Maple Sect.

The name is so vulgar, and Li Qingran didn't know that this was a legacy. He flipped through it a few times but couldn't understand it, so he put it aside

. Jun Yanzhi spent a lot of effort to find this legacy. When he learned that it was in the hands of a disciple of the Red Maple Sect, he didn't know what he was thinking. He appeared to be calm and composed, but he was ruthless in his actions and almost wiped out the Red Maple Sect.

At that time, Jun Yanzhi's heart was already cold and he had no worries.

Wen Jing didn't dare to go to Jun Yanzhi empty-handed. Even if he had to apologize, he should at least prepare the Jing note. He had to be sincere. The "Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique" is very important. If I can take it with me to find Jun Yanzhi, maybe we can sit down and talk for a few words.

As for the second thing, it is to find out who led the destruction of Hengyang Palace.

The outline only said that the incident was complicated, but it did not clearly explain who did it. Now Jun Yanzhi is convinced that the murderer is Duan Xuan, but I am afraid there is something strange. If I can get to the bottom of what happened back then, it will be a great achievement. When I meet him again at that time, maybe, maybe we can turn hostility into friendship.

Moreover, even if Jun Yanzhi does not admit it, he must not want to kill the wrong master in his heart...

But where is he now? Is he still rolling and struggling in the snow? What he feared most was winter and the cold. Aren’t these days the most unbearable? And the person who sent him to this point was himself...

Wen Jing couldn’t help but feel a wave of regret that made him want to pull out all his hair.

In the synopsis, after Jun Yanzhi escaped from the Immortal Tower, he was rescued by a female Taoist who went out to enjoy the snow. The female Taoist was named Mu Yan, and she was the owner of a villa in the nearby mountains.

Before going to the Red Maple Sect, he could go to Mu Yan’s villa first...

Wen Jing stood up, ran back to the room, and packed up, putting all the valuables in a storage bag.

The big turtle stared at him, seeming very uneasy. Wen Jing thought for a moment, wrapped the big turtle tightly with a quilt, leaving only the turtle's head and two eyes exposed, and carried it on his back.

He packed all the fruits in the house and secretly slipped a letter into the crack of He Ling's door.

"I'm going to travel for a few months, second brother, don't say anything."

Everything was ready, Wen Jing looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and left Huishi Peak in the night.

"

Mu Yan's Raomu Villa is located in a mountain range covered with ice and snow."

- Excerpted from the seventeenth line of the outline of the second volume of "The Tribulation of All Living Things".

Heavy snow fell in the early morning. Wen Jing's face was frozen red, and his vision was confused by the goose-like snowflakes. The big turtle behind him had already retracted its head into its shell, wrapped tightly in a blanket.

He lowered his head, searching for "a small and elegant mountain villa" in the endless snowstorm.

The surrounding mountains stretched for hundreds of miles, and the snow was endless. Not even a living person could be seen. After searching for a day without any results, Wen Jing found a cave to stay in, and slept with the big turtle wrapped in a blanket for a night.

The next morning, the snowstorm gradually stopped. Wen Jing met a middle-aged hunter in the mountains. He was so excited that he calmed down and asked for directions: "Uncle, do you know where Raomu Villa is?"

The middle-aged man saw that he was a cultivator and quickly replied: "Raomu Villa? This is still the Xunyang Mountain Range, which is the place governed by the Qingxu Sword Sect. You have to fly another seventy or eighty miles south to see other mountain ranges."

"Thank you, uncle."

He walked and stopped, asked for directions, and finally arrived at a mountain called Xiaozhu Peak two days later. On the hillside, an elegant villa was half-hidden among countless red plums, like a beautiful and shy profile of a woman.

The villa was simple and quiet, with countless plum blossoms planted inside and outside the courtyard. The fragrance filled the air, cold and elegant. Wen Jing looked at the four big characters "Raomu Villa" written above his head, but he didn't dare to knock on the door without permission. He walked around the wall, not knowing how to go in and take a look.

There were barriers set up all around, so it was impossible to sneak in.

At this moment, the small door next to the main door opened with a creaky sound, and a beautiful woman of seventeen or eighteen years old walked out slowly with her head held high.

Wen Jing thought that there was no time to waste, so he hurriedly went up to her and asked respectfully: "Excuse me, this girl..."

The woman looked up at him and said nonchalantly: "What do you want to do in my 'Raomu Villa'?"

"Miss, you don't know, my brother was injured and disappeared a few days ago, I looked for him for a long time but couldn't find him. Has anyone here taken in someone in his twenties who was seriously injured recently?"

The woman rolled her eyes at him: "Your brother? I've never seen him."

Wen Jing's heart sank: "...He looks like a celestial being above the ninth level, tall and slender, with an elegant temperament, and a sword wound on his waist. I really haven't seen him before?"

The woman couldn't help but look strange, and then she remembered the manor owner's instructions, and said coldly: "I haven't seen him."

Even if the patient in the yard looked good, he was not a "celestial being". Moreover, he said that he was Wen Renmu, the eldest disciple of Tianheng Peak of Qingxu Sword Sect, and he didn't say that he had any family. He was definitely not the young man's brother.

Wen Jing nodded uneasily, then said with a smile, "Thank you, young lady. I'll look for it again."

"Go ahead." The woman turned and left.

Wen Jing lowered his head and pondered for a while. He was really unwilling to give up, so he decided to sneak in and take a look.

He walked along the stone wall, searching for a long time, and finally found a broken dog hole. He gestured and was sure that he should be able to get in.

He poked his head again, and there was not even a shadow of a person inside. It was a bit messy and out of tune with the whole courtyard.

Wen Jing knew that it was connected to a deserted and remote corner of the villa, and it would not be easy to be discovered if he got in. He sat down against the wall and waited until dusk, carefully taking out a few mosquitoes that Jun Yanzhi gave him.

One of the abilities of the Xuantian Mosquito is to bite through the barrier.

He put the mosquitoes in a jade box and let them sleep. He had ignored them for many days. At this moment, they were awakened one by one, and climbed up crookedly. Four of them quickly got into the situation, lined up and waited for orders. The last one turned around for a long time, finally understood what was going on, and quickly stood up.

Wen Jing whispered: "Bite through the barrier on this hole."

The four mosquitoes that reacted quickly immediately flew up, and the last one followed behind in a daze. When he saw the other mosquitoes start to work, he realized what was going on and hurriedly worked hard on the barrier. Not long after, several mosquitoes flew back and landed on Wen Jing's shoulders.

"Help me watch the turtle." Wen Jing wrapped the turtle in a quilt and hid it under a pile of snow. He told Mosquito, "If anything happens, fly in quickly and call me."

After that, he lay down and crawled in through the dog hole.

There was no shadow in the courtyard. As dusk fell, only the hazy outline of the courtyard could be seen. Wen Jing did not have an invisibility talisman on him, nor had he learned the art of invisibility. He walked carefully along the wall, hiding his spiritual energy.

After building the foundation, the five senses are much more sensitive than ordinary people, and the movements are especially fast. Under the cover of dusk, it is very difficult to be discovered.

A young woman walked slowly past the courtyard with hot porridge, and Wen Jing quickly hid in a small room next to her. Looking out through the crack of the door, she was smiling and beautiful. It was exactly the woman I saw outside the door during the day.

A slightly older woman followed her and said with a smile: "Going to deliver porridge to the guest of the owner of the manor again? Are you interested in him?"

The woman rolled her eyes at her and said: "He is seriously injured, so pitiful. And it's not me who wants to deliver it, it's the owner of the manor who asked me to."

"I heard that he is from the Qingxu Sword Sect?"

"Yes. Don't tell anyone, the owner of the manor won't let anyone say it."

"Why are you so secretive?"

"How should I know?"

The voices of the two people gradually faded away, and Wen Jing quietly flashed out of the small room and looked at the backs of the two people leaving. He felt relieved, and he couldn't tell whether he was sad or heartbroken.

Jun Yanzhi is indeed here, not suffering in the ice and snow... Then he can go to the Red Maple Sect without worry.

Anyway, he is too ashamed to see Jun Yanzhi now, and seeing him will only make him angry and be bad for his health. It would be better to wait until he has done something meritorious before coming to apologize to him.

Wen Jing ran out of the yard along the original path, and five mosquitoes were waiting for him in a row. He quickly took the big turtle out of the snow, fed it a few fruits, put it on its back, and whispered, "Let's go!"

"Buzz--"

Wen Jing turned his head and glanced at Raomu Villa. He felt much more relieved, his steps became lighter, and he hurried to the Red Maple Sect in the night.

The author has something to say: A long time later.

Jun Yanzhi played with a long brush and said casually: "...It was not me who was saved by Mu Yan, but Wen Renmu. At that time, I was still waiting to die in the snow."

Wen Jing: "...I didn't know at that time QAQ."

Turn on the light.

A voice of complaint came from the darkness: "You can't always force me with this matter QAQ."

"Be good, sit on it and move yourself."