After leaving Raomu Villa, Wen Jing took a detour to the Ancient Mirror Sect.

Li Qingran of the Red Maple Sect was a playboy from a family of immortal cultivators. If Wen Jing wanted to make friends with him, he needed some trappings. So, he went to meet Lu Zhishan to recognize him as a relative.

Lu Zhishan went mad and was knocked unconscious a few days ago. Although he was cured by Jun Yanzhi, he remained in a coma. Later, Wen Jing ran back to the Qingxu Sword Sect because Dagui died, so they had not met until today.

Wen Jing handed the black sign to Lu Zhishan and slowly told him every detail of his life with Lu Yunfei for more than ten years. Of course, he did not mention the part about seizure, nor did he mention Lu Yunfei's love-hate relationship with Lu Zhishan.

Lu Zhishan was holding the Lu family's heirloom. He was a little embarrassed when he heard the name "Lu Yunfei" and fell into deep thought for a long time. When he spoke again, there was a hint of sadness in his voice: "When your grandfather was young, I ignored him and caused him to run away from home."

Because of his apology to Lu Yunfei, Wen Jing was kept by the old man and told him everything Lu Yunfei said and did. Lu Zhishan listened quietly, without saying much, occasionally asking a few questions.

Wen Jing knew that the opportunity was not to be missed, so he took the opportunity to try to inquire about the things that happened in Hengyang Palace.

"Why are you asking about Hengyang Palace?"

"Grandpa once said when he was drunk that the fall of Hengyang Palace was completely different from the legend. Two of the inherited skills of Hengyang Palace were missing, which made him regretful before his death."

This was nonsense. But Jun Yanzhi once said that Lu Zhishan knew something. Anyway, Lu Yunfei was dead and there was no evidence, so he had to get the truth out of Lu Zhishan.

"How did he hear that?"

"It seems he heard it from a Taoist priest named Li."

Lu Zhishan's expression darkened. After a long pause, he said, "What else did you hear?"

Wen Jing whispered carefully, "...I also heard that the Hengyang Palace was actually destroyed by the Gujing Sect back then."

"Nonsense!"

Seeing Lu Zhishan's face full of clouds, Wen Jing immediately closed his mouth like a mute. After a long time, Lu Zhishan finally calmed down and said slowly: "Since you have heard some things, I will not hide it from you. However, this matter has nothing to do with the Ancient Mirror Sect, so don't spread it around."

"Yes."

Lu Zhishan cleared his throat: "The Taoist priest surnamed Li was one of my disciples. He was unfortunately involved in the incident of Hengyang Palace that year, but he was deceived for a while and has long repented. He wrote a letter to me before he died, confessing his sins. Don't spread this matter around, so as not to damage the reputation of my Ancient Mirror Sect."

"Didn't Hengyang Palace be destroyed by Yun Shaoyi?"

Lu Zhishan was silent for a while: "It's been more than ten years, why are you still talking about this. Anyway, Yun Shaoyi is dead, and it's better to blame him than to spread the blame."

Wen Jing lowered his head and laughed softly: "...I understand."

Lu Zhishan sighed and said: "Yun Shaoyi is not completely innocent. When my apprentice was halfway through killing, everyone suddenly went crazy and lost control. I think it must be Yun Shaoyi's fault."

"Why did they want to destroy Hengyang Palace back then, and who deceived and instructed them?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Aren't you curious, Elder Lu?" Wen Jing lowered his head.

"The letter doesn't say."

"How did Taoist Li wake up?"

Lu Zhishan frowned and looked at him. "He couldn't figure out what was going on. He woke up somehow. He was seriously injured at the time and had no time to think about anything. He fled in a hurry."

"Why didn't Hengyang Palace find the body of an outsider that year? If there was a body of an outsider, they would not have easily blamed Yun Shaoyi for it."

Lu Zhishan frowned and touched his beard, saying nothing.

"...Elder Lu, do you think that someone could have led this group of people to destroy Hengyang Palace, and then cleaned up the mess after everyone left, and pushed the blame on Yun Shaoyi?"

Lu Zhishan tightly closed his lips and blurted out a few words: "Don't talk about this anymore."

"...Yes." Wen Jing lowered his head and drank tea silently, then couldn't help but looked up and said, "The events back then seemed to be quite serious, and I don't know how many people were involved." Lu Zhishan

looked at Wen Jing with half-closed eyes, and said slowly: "You are my great-grandson, and I will naturally take care of you. But if you take care of too many things and cause disasters, I will find it difficult to deal with it. Do you understand?"

"...Yes."

"Aren't you going to set off for the south to gain some experience? The weather is good these days, let's go." Lu Zhishan gave an indifferent order to leave.

"Yes."

Wen Jing understood a little bit why Jun Yanzhi didn't want him to know what happened back then. That night was so painful, and talking about it once would probably be like shedding a layer of skin.

He had been homeless since he was a child and had nowhere to go, but Wen Jing wanted to drive him away from Huishi Peak.

In fact, it was not Jun Yanzhi who should leave Huishi Peak, but Wen Jing himself. At least, he had to return everything that belonged to Jun Yanzhi to him, so that he could have a good reputation and a peaceful life, or he could meet a good girl who loved him, or even have a family.

To do this, he had to find out the person who was secretly controlling everything, otherwise the people of Huishi Peak would still die, and Jun Yanzhi would still go crazy, which would probably be more painful than the sword Wen Jing stabbed him with.

He deduced that the person who killed the disciples of Huishi Peak in the original text was the one who led people to destroy Hengyang Palace. The reason why he wanted to kill Liu Qianmo and others was probably to make Jun Yan reveal his identity in the excitement, thus causing him to be killed.

If this inference is true, then Duan Xuan must be innocent.

What is this person's purpose?

Lu Zhishan returned the dark sign in his hand to Wen Jing, and said with a gentle smile: "I'll have someone prepare some things for you, take them with you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Elder Lu."

"...Actually, you can call my great-grandfather."

"..."

Lu Zhishan sighed softly: "Go ahead, just come and see me from time to time."

"Thank you, Elder Lu."

The "something" that Lu Zhishan prepared was one thousand low-grade spirit stones, fifty medium-grade spirit stones, one high-grade spirit stone, and the elixir and magic talisman refined by the Golden Pill Elder, which could save his life in times of crisis.

Wen Jing packed all the things without hesitation, and left the Ancient Mirror Sect with the big turtle on his back. Not long after

leaving

the valley, the mosquito on his shoulder suddenly became a little restless and staggered towards a place.

Wen Jing wanted to catch them back, but two of them were still struggling and making a buzzing sound. Wen Jing had some doubts in his heart, so he let them go and let them lead the way.

There were several heavy snowfalls a few days ago, covering everything with white, and snow wolves could be seen from time to time. The mosquito flew for about two hours, and finally stopped in front of an ice lake and landed on the snow.

"What's wrong?"

There was a small wooden house built by hunters in the distance, and there seemed to be a faint spiritual energy floating in the air. Wen Jing felt uneasy and flew slowly towards the cabin, but saw a young child and a middle-aged man walking out of the cabin, whispering to each other.

He quickly squatted down and hid.

"Dad, that man is frozen like that, and he's been injured so badly, he probably won't wake up." The little boy gestured, "The sword on his waist is so long."

"Let's check again tomorrow, he must be dead."

Wen Jing was panicking, waiting for the two men to leave, and ran quickly into the cabin. He pushed the door open gently, but saw the room in a mess, and a person lying on the simple bed, covered in blood, which had turned into ice, his face and body were full of frozen paleness and snow crystals, and he closed his eyes as if he was dead.

"Senior Brother Jun..." Wen Jing's heart was panicked, and he rushed forward. Aren't we at Raomu Villa? Why are we here?

He hugged Jun Yanzhi and concentrated on sensing his soul.

The breath is almost gone, and the soul is weak!

Wen Jing put the storage bag and the big turtle on the ground, immediately took off their clothes, and held the frozen body in his arms.

The big turtle crawled out without looking back.

"Brother Jun..." Jun Yanzhi's face was light blue, and Wen Jing kissed his lips at a loss. They were cold and hard, and had lost their previous softness. "Why don't you heal yourself?"

A steady stream of warmth poured into the cold body, and Wen Jing sent warm spiritual energy into his body through his mouth.

Night gradually fell, and the messy hut became dim. Wen Jing dared not move. His spiritual energy was exhausted and his eyes began to darken.

He rested for a while, and waited for the spiritual energy to slowly recover, and then continued to transmit it to his body.

Finally, the body in his arms softened.

Wen Jing hugged the gradually warming body tightly, rested his head on his shoulder, and whispered, "Brother, I will definitely protect you well in the future."

His head was groggy and he hadn't slept all night. In the morning, the body in his arms finally had some color.

Wen Jing got out of bed, took out a healing pill and fed it to him, then carefully took out the Heart-Soothing Sword from his waist. Bright red blood flowed out, and Jun Yanzhi groaned. Wen Jing stopped moving and looked at him fearfully, fearing that he would sit up and slap him, but the man didn't wake up in the end.

He dressed Jun Yanzhi and gently touched his face.

He is so handsome...

Wen Jing was so itchy that she lowered her head and covered his lips, but her eyes were a little wet: "You won't let me kiss you when you wake up, so I'll kiss you enough now."

Wen Jing lowered her head and bit his ears and neck, sucking gently.

While she was committing the crime in a panic, she heard the boy's voice from a distance: "Dad, did you say that person is dead?"

Wen Jing was startled, and hurriedly picked up the storage bag and ran out, picked up the big turtle outside the door with one hand, and disappeared without a trace.

"Dad, a fox just ran out!"

"What fox? Don't talk nonsense."

Wen Jing hid in the distance and watched, only to see the little boy rush into the room. After a while, he shouted in surprise: "Dad, how come this guy is fine? Do you think I touched his head yesterday and he got better?"

"... Really fine. Go find something for him to eat."

Wen Jing looked at the wooden house for a while, carried the big turtle on his back, and flew away lightly.

·

The Red Maple Sect is located in the southern part of the Bamboo Wind Country. There is a famous city nearby, called Linfeng City. It is prosperous and beautiful, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and is an important place for merchants in the south to meet.

On this day, a 17 or 18-year-old boy with elegant manners and delicate appearance appeared on the busiest street in Linfeng City. He was wearing gorgeous white clothes, had a slender figure, and was holding a dark turtle. He sat on a white boat and glided slowly in the air.

People around him couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

"Who is this boy?"

"I don't know, he seems to be from a noble family."

The big turtle lay obediently, moved his body a little uncomfortably, and protested against the new clothes on his body. As a turtle, it likes to return to nature and let the breeze touch its body without any obstacles. Wearing clothes is really too weird.

Wen Jing looked straight ahead calmly, and was calm under the gaze of everyone. This outfit tonight cost him more than ten spirit stones, just to get to know Li Qingran. Li Qingran is a playboy who spends money like water and is not a refined person. He certainly cannot make connections without some money.

He once thought of exchanging spirit stones for the "Thunder Sword Technique", but Li Qingran is not short of money and will definitely not sell it if the price is too low. If the price is too high, he will be suspicious. Moreover, this sword technique has been in his home for ten years. I am afraid that Li Qingran himself does not know where he put it. It is definitely not possible to buy it from him. It is better to find it himself.

Li Qingran has reached a bottleneck in his cultivation in recent years and is at a loss. He wants to buy a foundation-building pill to facilitate the foundation-building. This pill is extremely difficult to refine. Only the Ancient Mirror Sect has the natural materials and treasures for refining pills, but it will never be sold to other sects. It is really a great opportunity.

The boat stopped in front of a pavilion called "Yiqingju" and Wen Jing walked down holding the big turtle.

From such an elegant name, one can guess that this is a casino.

A young man at the door asked, "What do you want to play?"

Wen Jing didn't even think about it: "Throw dice."

"Follow me."

Wen Jing walked into the pavilion slowly and stopped in front of a wooden door. After pushing the door open, the laughter and discussion suddenly became louder. There were twenty or thirty men surrounded by beauties, and the shouting continued. From time to time, calls and complaints were heard.

Wen Jing had never gambled, but his mission tonight was not to win.

He held the turtle tightly, stopped in front of a table, and threw a medium-grade spirit stone with great pride. It flew past everyone and landed on the big red "big" on the table with a "pop".

Everyone at the table fell silent.

Who was this person who threw a medium-grade spirit stone?

When the dice throwers saw that a rich person had come, they raised their voices: "Here!"

Two dice whirred around on the table, whirling and spinning, arousing people's interest. These were gambling tools that had been sealed by immortals with magic, and it was absolutely impossible to cheat. The people around were excited and shouted, "big" and "small" one after another.

Finally, the dice stopped on the table, one with four points, and the other with only one point.

Everyone immediately looked at Wen Jing, some were gratified, some showed regret, and some had tentative faces to see how he would react.

Wen Jing smiled heartily and indifferently, and took out another medium-grade spiritual stone, threw it forward with great momentum, and it flew and landed on the word "big" again. The spiritual energy of the foundation-building monk was overwhelming, and immediately scared away the unscrupulous people's thoughts of robbing.

Several men at the neighboring table also came over and whispered.

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know, maybe he's from the north."

"He's already built a foundation at such a young age, and he's so rich, who is he?"

Middle-grade spirit stones are very scarce and have many uses. They are an indispensable material for setting up formations and refining equipment. Although they are calculated as 100 pieces of low-grade spirit stones, in reality no one will exchange for them. Sometimes, when auctioning, 200 pieces of low-grade spirit stones can't even exchange for one.

It's great to be willful when you have money.

Wen Jing threw four or five middle-grade spirit stones in a row, and actually won three times in a row. The people around him cheered. He didn't care at all, and threw a few more pieces with a smile, but he only won once. Everyone became anxious and challenged him desperately, and surrounded him and shouted to watch the excitement.

Wen Jing looked calm and relaxed, and even when he lost, he was still elegant and said with a smile: "I just wanted to try my luck, but I won't play anymore."

"I won't play anymore..."

"It's so hard to see someone who is willing to spend so much money."

The people around him dispersed in boredom, but a few stayed by his side. A man in his twenties asked with a smile as if chatting: "My name is Li Qingran, what is the name of this cultivator, and where are you from?"

Wen Jing glanced at him and thought: The little fish has been hooked.

He gave his name and casually touched the clothes that wrapped the big turtle. There was a crane treading on the clouds embroidered on it. It was the same color as the cloth. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to tell that it was the symbol of the Lu family of the Gujing School.

The big turtle kicked his legs uncomfortably.

The man narrowed his eyes, glanced at the clothes on the big turtle, and said with a smile: "So you are monk Lu, are you here to do business in Linfeng City?"

"I'm here to travel and have fun."

"This big turtle is obviously a divine beast, it must be very powerful. What's its name?"

Wen Jing smiled and touched the turtle's head: "I bought it at an auction last year. I heard it's called 'Mysterious Divine Turtle'. It's not expensive, about 100 or 200 medium-grade spirit stones. It has a good personality, so I bought it to play with it."

Li Qingran stood in awe: "It must be very powerful, just look at its eyes."

"Thank you."

Li Qingran said with a smile, "I feel like I'm very close to Brother Lu, why don't we go out for a few drinks?"

Wen Jing thought for a moment and said, "It's getting late, why not drink some other time."

How could Li Qingran be willing to let him go? After talking for a while, and several other people helping him, Wen Jing finally agreed. Li Qingran drank with him all night. It was only when Wen Jing was drunk that he revealed that he was the great-grandson of Elder Lu, but he had been practicing in the Qingxu Sword Sect since he was a child. By the next morning, the two had become sworn friends.

"Although I am a disciple of the Red Maple Sect, I have a house in Linfeng City with maids and prostitutes. Daoist Lu doesn't need to live anywhere else, just live in my house. I will be free these few days and can accompany Daoist Lu to go around."

"How can I feel embarrassed?" Wen Jing was a little uneasy.

"You're welcome." Li Qingran tried to persuade him to stay.

The next thing was very easy. Wen Jing lived in Li Qingran's house and looked through the library when he had time. The books here were not valuable and were sold on the market. He was Li Qingran's distinguished guest, and his posture of turning the pages of the book was elegant. Naturally, the servants would not say anything, and they also prepared tea and snacks for him so that he could read comfortably.

Finally, on the afternoon of the third day after living in Li Qingran's house, Wen Jing found the old "Thunder Sword Technique" in the corner of the library.

Wen Jing was a little excited and uneasy. He carefully opened the cover, but saw that although the pages were yellowed, they were no different from ordinary old papers, and the handwriting was clear and there was nothing special.

That's it? The martial arts that led to the destruction of the Red Maple Sect is just such a thing?

Wen Jing touched the ordinary paper and was a little undecided.

This should be the "Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique", but he didn't know if it was inherited from the Hengyang Palace.

If he got the wrong one, the consequences would be disastrous. This book was written to apologize for the crime. If it became a common thing, the scene would be unimaginable and simply horrible.

Wen Jing thought about it and decided not to be careless. He hid the "Thunder Sword Technique" and continued to search for it in Li Qingran's house for nearly half a month.

But he still found nothing.

Li Qingran was a very good master. Not only did he serve Wen Jing very well, he also generously let his prostitutes sleep with him. Wen Jing blushed and refused for a long time, but there was a woman waiting in the room every night. In the end, he didn't even dare to go back to the room.

In the middle of the night that day, he stood by the lake in the yard, opened the annoying "Thunder Sword Technique", and quietly input a stream of spiritual energy.

The moonlight was like water, reflecting on the lake and flowing slowly on the pages.

Suddenly, the scene in front of Wen Jing became blurred. In the haze, thousands of strange symbols flooded into his mind, colliding and stirring, but without any meaning.

Wen Jing was delighted and immediately put down the book and whispered, "This is it!"

Dagui raised his head alertly and looked at the book in Wen Jing's hand.

"Oh no..."

Wen Jing lowered his head and flipped the pages in a panic, but somehow a large number of words were missing, making it incomplete.

What's going on? Didn't they say that they only recognize people from Hengyang Palace?

Since it is a legacy, it means that both sides must be willing, why don't they even say a fart?

Those symbols in the mind are the "Five Elements Guiyuan Sword Method"?

Is this going to kill him? !

The next morning, when Li Qingran came to look for Wen Jing again, he found the room empty with only a note left on the table: "It's urgent, I'll leave first, and I'll send you the Foundation Establishment Pill another day."

Li Qingran: "..."

After

flying on the road for more than ten days, Wen Jing rushed non-stop and finally returned to Qingxu Sword Sect.

He took a casual bath beside the spring, put on his clothes in a hurry, and looked up, only to see Liu Qianmo falling from the sky, his face full of anxiety.

"Big Brother, what's wrong with you?" Wen Jing wiped his face.

"Where on earth have you been?" The voice was extremely severe.

"..." Wen Jing swallowed his saliva.

"Master has not recovered since his last madness. You went out to travel, and He Ling disappeared a few days ago. You guys worried me to death, you know?"

"Second Brother is missing?" Wen Jing was stunned.

Liu Qianmo's tone softened a little: "Fortunately, your Senior Brother Jun is back and is checking on Master. Your Senior Brother Jun loves you the most on weekdays, go down and see him later."

He Ling is missing, Jun Yanzhi is back, and Master is letting him treat...

Wen Jing didn't have time to be happy, his face sank.

No!