The worst scenario is that Jun Yanzhi captures He Ling first, then pretends to heal Duan Xuan, and kills him at the same time. Wen Jing went on a journey a few days ago, otherwise Jun Yanzhi might have captured him.

Go and have a look, don't let anything bad happen!

Wen Jing jumped into the air.

Liu Qianmo was stunned for a moment, and shouted behind him: "Why are you going now? Your Senior Brother Jun is still busy!"

Wen Jing couldn't wait for him to finish, and ran away.

Liu Qianmo chased after him angrily, whispering: "It's just that we haven't seen each other for more than a month, there's no need to be so anxious!"

Wen Jing wiped his forehead, and was so anxious that he broke out in a layer of sweat.

He had just taken a shower and had no time to tidy up his wet hair. He was only wearing a thin white undershirt, which was wet and stuck to his body. Wen Jing usually practiced swordplay a lot, so he had a good figure. The undershirt was a little transparent, and his tight and well-proportioned muscles were obvious.

Wen Jing stood outside Duan Xuan's door anxiously and listened, but there was no sound at all. He couldn't wait any longer, kicked the door and said excitedly: "Brother, wait! Listen to me!"

Four eyes in the room immediately shot towards him.

Jun Yanzhi was like usual, wearing a simple green shirt and green belt, sitting upright on a wooden chair beside the bed, with no expression. Even though Wen Jing rushed in, he didn't show any emotion, as if nothing had happened, and looked at him calmly. Then, the two pairs of eyes looked him up and down as if nothing had happened, and frowned and moved to the side.

Wen Jing's heart was filled with bitterness, but he didn't dare to look at him. He forced himself to look at Duan Xuan who was sitting on the bed, and opened his mouth slightly.

Duan Xuan was not only fine, but also awake! Jun Yanzhi didn't do anything to him...

Duan Xuan's face was pale, as if he was seriously ill, but his expression was cold and gloomy, and he looked at him with eyes like a sharp sword.

"You barged in without knocking. What's the matter?"

"I..."

Liu Qianmo walked in with his head down, and whispered, "Master, don't be angry. I just came back after traveling for more than a month. Maybe I haven't seen Master and Jun for a long time. I miss you so much that I'm anxious."

Wen Jing didn't dare to imagine what Jun Yanzhi was thinking, and lowered his head: "..."

Duan Xuan's tone softened a little: "Yanzhi, I'm fine now. You've worked hard for two days. Go back and rest first."

"Disciple, take your leave."

Jun Yanzhi didn't say anything else, let alone look at Wen Jing, and walked out of the room with a breeze.

Wen Jing stood there in fear, smelling the familiar, faint fragrance of plants and trees. He wanted to chase after him but didn't dare, and sighed bitterly in his heart. He almost killed Jun Yanzhi two months ago, and wanted to go out to find the "Five Elements Guiyuan Sword Technique" to please him, but he accidentally turned his family inheritance into a defective one. How can he face him now?

"Where did you go to travel?" Duan Xuan asked slowly.

Wen Jing lowered his head and said, "I went to the Red Maple Sect in the south." Seeing Duan Xuan nodded, he didn't say anything more, and then asked carefully, "Master, I heard something on the road that I thought was strange, so I want to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Master, have you heard about the case of the annihilation of the Hengyang Palace more than ten years ago?"

Duan Xuan frowned and looked at him, "What's wrong with you two? Why are you asking me about Hengyang Palace?"

Wen Jing was stunned, "...Who asked?" Just after he finished speaking, his mind turned again and he said softly, "Senior Brother Jun also asked just now?"

Duan Xuan lowered his head and was absent-minded for a while, as if he remembered something in the past that he didn't want to recall. After a long time, he said, "I don't know about the Hengyang Palace."

"What did Master hear about the incident at Hengyang Palace?" Wen Jing asked unwillingly.

Duan Xuan's voice became stern: "I said before that I don't know anything about Hengyang Palace. I didn't hear anything at that time."

Wen Jing felt strange. The incident at Hengyang Palace was so big that it caused a great disturbance in the entire Zhufeng Kingdom. Even if Duan Xuan was ignorant, he must have heard some news. How could he not know anything?

"Master was in seclusion at that time?" Wen Jing gritted his teeth and asked to the end.

Duan Xuan looked at him coldly: "Why are you asking me these questions?"

Wen Jing lowered his head and said in a low voice: "When I was traveling far away, I heard people on the road say that there was something strange about the case in Hengyang Palace back then, so I became a little... curious. I thought that my master should have heard something about it back then, so I wanted to ask casually."

"What did you hear?" Liu Qianmo asked behind him.

"I heard that the case of Hengyang Palace was not committed by Yun Shaoyi back then, but was framed by someone."

Duan Xuan frowned: "...What does it have to do with you?"

Wen Jing was silent, and after a while he said: "...curious."

Duan Xuan said coldly: "Why don't you practice swordsmanship instead of meddling in other people's business?" He looked out the window and didn't seem to want to say anything more, and said lightly: "Go out, don't bother me with this matter anymore."

Duan

Xuan didn't look like he was lying, but he was definitely hiding something, and his expression was very strange. Wen Jing thought about it and couldn't guess what happened back then, and he wanted to discuss it with Jun Yanzhi.

Since he asked Duan Xuan about the Hengyang Palace incident back then, maybe he wanted to investigate it...

Should he go to Jun Yanzhi? What should he say when they meet?

He is angry now, and he certainly doesn't want to talk to him...

Wen Jing thought about it for a long time, thinking that even if he took the initiative to ask about the wound, it would not be considered an offense to him. He would just hit him with a sword, at least he could let him vent his anger like a man, which is better than being a shrunken turtle. He picked up the big turtle that was eating fruit on the ground, and flew out with a "whoosh".

The wind is whistling and the Yishui River is cold, the strong man will never come back once he leaves.

From afar came the clanging sound of fighting, the cracking of stones, the chirping of birds, and the occasional groans and calls. Liu Qianmo was so angry that his voice broke: "Stop it, both of you! No fighting! He Ling, Jun Yanzhi, do you hear me?!"

Wen Jing was so scared that he lost two and a half of his three souls. Why did the second senior brother come back?

He was fighting with Jun Yanzhi now, wasn't he going to show off? Didn't he think things were not chaotic enough?

"He Ling, Yanzhi can't beat you! You're going to kill him!" Liu Qianmo's voice trembled, his face turned pale with anger, and he almost cursed.

He Ling's hair was disheveled, his face had stubble, and his white clothes were a little dirty and messy. With a sullen face, he launched a violent attack on Jun Yanzhi, as if he had gone mad with hatred: "This kid's cultivation is at least at the Jindan stage, don't believe him! He locked me up for several days!"

Jun Yanzhi said nothing, trying to resist, stumbling and being hit by several wind blades, his body covered in blood.

"He Ling! Stop it!" Liu Qianmo's voice was hoarse, and he drew his long sword, "Do you want to kill each other to death!"

"Second Brother!"

"Stop fighting!"

Mo Shaoyan, Gu Jinping and others who were hiding in the distance also shouted anxiously.

He Ling's moves did not slow down at all, and he shouted loudly: "Jun Yanzhi, use your real skills!" Before he finished speaking, a huge whirlwind appeared in his palm, as if he had used all his skills. The branches of the trees next to him and the rocks on the ground were all stirred in the strong wind. In an instant, the sky was dark and the sand and rocks were flying.

"Not good." Liu Qianmo's face turned pale, and he let out a low cry, "Someone is really going to die."

Everyone couldn't see anything clearly for a moment, they just felt a strong wind coming towards them, making it difficult for people to stand. Their faces were swept by the wind, and they felt a pain like a knife cutting, and they quickly covered their faces.

Then, two dull groans of pain came from the strong wind, and blood rain suddenly fell from the sky. For a moment, blood splashed everywhere, and the surroundings almost turned red.

Mo Shaoyan shouted in panic: "Senior Brother Jun!"

Liu Qianmo pursed his lips and rushed forward: "He Ling, I told you to stop!"

The strong wind finally slowed down, and rocks and branches fell to the ground. Most of the neatly trimmed trees around were broken, and they were almost ruined.

Jun Yanzhi stood there with a sullen face. He had several cuts on his body and was bleeding slowly, but it seemed that he had no vital injuries. He held Wen Jing, who was covered in blood, and lowered his head and called softly, "Junior brother?"

Wen Jing's head was hanging down. There were deep wounds all over his body. His chest was chopped by the wind blade four times, but he was unconscious.

Liu Qianmo bit his lips and his voice trembled a little: "How is it? Are you okay?"

He Ling's face was cold and his fists were clenched.

Jun Yanzhi looked at He Ling expressionlessly, picked up Wen Jing horizontally, and whispered, "Senior brother, I will take him to heal his wounds." He did not return to his room, but jumped down from the cliff and flew away.

Liu Qianmo frowned and said to He Ling in a stern voice: "What's going on? If something happens to that fool, will you pay with your life?"

He Ling looked at him coldly: "How do I know he's going to run in?"

"Okay, okay..." Liu Qianmo's lips trembled with anger, "If he didn't rush in, it would be Junior Brother Jun who is in trouble now! Do you want to kill him? Are you crazy?"

He Ling sneered: "Jun Yanzhi can't die." He thought for a while but stopped talking. A strong anger appeared on his face again, and he flew away without saying a word.

·

This is the top of Huishi Peak, which seems to be different from usual. The residual sun in the sky is blood red, but it is not beautiful at all, but fierce as if it wants to swallow people.

The sky was blood red, and the surroundings were also covered with blood. Fear seized people's hearts and spread like branches and leaves. The body parts on the ground were bloody and seemed to have been placed by someone, arranged in strange postures.

This scene seemed familiar...

Where have I seen it before? Where exactly have I seen it before?

"Tick-tock" "Tick-tock", it was so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped, and it seemed that the sound of blood falling from the leaves could be heard.

The shape of the head was a little blurry, and I had to look carefully...

The one with his eyes wide open was Mo Shaoyan... The one with half of his eyes missing was Li Shu... Gui Xinbi's eyes were like a dead fish...

"Ahhhhhhhh——!"

Wen Jing woke up screaming in fear, and a cold sweat broke out all over his body. He suddenly returned to reality. His body, which had been so light just now, immediately became heavier than a lump of lead. The extremely real pain flooded into his consciousness, making him wish he could faint again and face the dead head. His limbs and bones seemed to be crushed.

He almost cursed and clenched his fists: "Mom——"

Before he could say the word "egg", his lips were already bitten.

"Junior brother, you are awake." A gentle voice echoed in his ears.

Wen Jing was stunned. He gritted his teeth and looked at the person lying beside him. He gradually felt embarrassed and at a loss. He whispered, "Senior Brother Jun..."

Jun Yanzhi put his hand on his waist and stroked it slowly, "He Ling's Four Dark Winds are not easy to cure. He needs to recuperate for a few days."

"...Yes."

This was Wen Jing's own room. The big turtle was lying on the ground eating fruit without looking up at him, and he didn't notice that he woke up.

Wen Jing didn't dare to say much, and whispered, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"Two days." Jun Yanzhi said lightly, "Go back to sleep."

Wen Jing swallowed his saliva and couldn't help trembling. Did I just dream about the day when the senior brothers died? The heads were all people I was familiar with. Seeing their broken limbs and remains was like a nightmare becoming reality. It was really too scary, okay?

But the scene was really familiar...

Wen Jing frowned tightly, filtering various scenes in his mind over and over again. Where had he seen it before? Hengtian Sect? Red Maple Sect? Ancient Mirror Sect? Qingxu Sword Sect? Bafeng Cliff...

I remembered...

Wasn't it at Bafeng Cliff, after walking out of the long tunnel at the bottom of the mountain, that he saw the disciples of Shuiyue Palace!

"Don't want to sleep?" Jun Yanzhi's voice was right beside his ears.

"I can't sleep." Wen Jing responded vaguely.

Could it be that this dream means that the person who committed the Shuiyue Palace case is the one who ultimately harmed the brothers?

The case at Bafeng Cliff was really not like Jun Yanzhi's style of committing crimes, and it happened before Jun Yanzhi obtained the "Hundred Herbs Thousand Souls Technique", so it is very likely that he was framed!

Was this a hint from heaven, or was it that the detective in his subconscious finally woke up, and his brain finally started to get smart, and he showed him the answer in his dream?

"Junior brother... are you still angry with me?" Jun Yanzhi gently leaned on Wen Jing's head.

Wen Jing was stunned for a moment: "Senior brother, I..."

"Why did you save me just now?"

"..."

Because from now on, I want to protect you well.

Wen Jing glanced at him, lowered his head with a sour heart. It was okay to think about it in his heart, but it was too corny to say it in person. He opened his mouth and closed it again, looking away awkwardly.

"I don't know, I just rushed in."