After Xi Fang led his disciples to kill Jun Yan, the roof of Wen Jing's residence collapsed, half of a wall collapsed, and there were broken tiles and ruins everywhere. Wooden chairs and tables fell to the ground, but no one came to clean and repair them.

It was already early spring, but the night wind was still as cold as a knife.

Shadows moved quickly in the darkness of the valley. Suddenly, a person landed lightly on the open space in the room, lowered his head and looked around.

The bed was cold, the quilt was cold, and there was no trace of anyone.

He sat down slowly on the bed, his face was unclear whether it was calm or stupid, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The big turtle fell from his arms to the ground and lay quietly.

Jun Yanzhi carefully touched the messy marks on the bed, inch by inch.

"Wen Jing..."

The voice disappeared in the night wind.

After groping his way to the gap between the bed and the wall, Jun Yanzhi slowly picked up an old ancient book. The moment his fingers touched the pages of the book, Jun Yanzhi stopped moving, and his shoulders collapsed as if they were pressed by a heavy object.

He finally understood what this book was.

He didn't know where this kid got such great skills, and where he found another inheritance of Hengyang Palace, "Five Elements Guiyuan Sword Technique" for him.

Jun Yanzhi held the book in his hand and slowly opened it.

The pages of the book were incomplete, and half of the words inside were missing, as if they were suddenly interrupted while being passed down. As for the specific truth, it is now impossible to trace.

Maybe it was because the book was incomplete that Wen Jing didn't tell him?

He was really stupid...

Jun Yanzhi slowly sat up from the bed, picked up the wooden chair with himself and Wen Jing carved on it, wiped it slowly, and propped up the desk. The books were scattered all over the floor. Jun Yanzhi quietly picked them up one by one, dusted them off, and arranged them neatly.

He sat in front of the table for a moment, pulled out a very familiar book with a blue cover, and quietly opened it to read.

As expected, every sheet, every page, is a short story drawn by himself. He

has not been able to find this book since he came back. It was really stolen by this kid.

Turning to the last page, a strange-looking thing that looks like a person is holding a twisted snake. There is a word "Jing" written on the person's head, and a word "Jun" written on the snake's head. The painter seems to be afraid that even he himself can't recognize it.

Jun Yanzhi's mouth curled up slightly, as if he had forgotten everything around him.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes: "Duan Xuan?"

The person outside sneered: "You don't even want to call me master."

Jun Yanzhi put the book on the table: "Master, you come to Wen Jing's residence in the middle of the night. What a good mood."

Duan Xuan walked in slowly, with his hands behind his back and didn't say a word, staring at him like an ice blade.

"Master, are you waiting for me?"

"..."

"How do you know I will come?" Jun Yanzhi paced slowly in the room, casting an inquiring look at him thoughtfully.

Duan Xuan looked at him coldly: "I want to know what happened in Hengyang Palace back then, and what you have done in the past few years for."

Jun Yanzhi stood quietly: "I killed everyone in Hengyang Palace, and the shocking waves that have been set off in Zhufeng Country in recent years are also my interest, and there is no reason."

Duan Xuan's eyes turned cold: "Tell the truth!"

Jun Yanzhi smiled slightly in response.

Duan Xuan's voice softened, and he said stiffly: "Your Junior Brother Jing once told me something about you. Do you want to hear it?"

Jun Yanzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly. He knew that Duan Xuan was most likely lying to him, or even talking nonsense, but he couldn't help but want to listen like a puppet without bones.

"...What did he say?"

"Tell me about Hengyang Palace, and I will tell you."

Jun Yanzhi's face darkened: "You lied to me!"

"If you don't want to listen, forget it." Duan Xuan looked at him coldly.

Jun Yanzhi looked back at him for a long time, and finally said angrily: "Back then, Hengyang Palace was destroyed by a group of demon cultivators. I saw my mother and sister being killed with my own eyes, and then I fell into madness. I have been causing troubles all these years just to kill the demon cultivators and catch them all in one fell swoop. Are you satisfied?"

"All you killed were demon cultivators?"

"... Most of them, but there are also some who I don't like and have done a lot of evil."

"Why did you let them drink your blood?"

Jun Yanzhi couldn't bear it anymore: "What did Junior Brother say?"

Duan Xuan covered his mouth and coughed lightly, as if he was embarrassed and had no clothes on, and he couldn't say something: "He said that he only admired, liked, and liked one person in his life, and that was you. And..."

Jun Yanzhi's lips trembled: "What else?"

"Why did you let them drink your blood?"

"I used the Xuantian Mosquito!" Jun Yanzhi's voice was a little panicked, "What else did he say?"

"So that's how it is..." Duan Xuan nodded lightly, then frowned and said awkwardly, "He said... He said that meeting you in this life made his life worthwhile, and he would be willing to give his life for you."

Jun Yanzhi pursed his lips tightly, with crystal sparkling in his eyes.

Duan Xuan looked solemn, as if recalling many past events, and asked: "You wanted to kill me before, because you thought I was related to the tragic case in Hengyang Palace?"

Jun Yanzhi snorted lightly, and said slowly and with difficulty: "I have tortured so many people, and they all gave me the same answer. You ordered the demon cultivator to destroy the people in Hengyang Palace, and you appeared in Hengyang Palace that night."

Duan Xuan's face turned cold: "Absolutely not."

Jun Yanzhi relaxed his tone, but his expression was a little miserable: "Junior Brother Jing also believes that this matter has nothing to do with you..."

Duan Xuan looked at him coldly for a long time, and said in a cold voice: "Today I will tell you something, you can follow the clues to investigate, as for whether you can find the real murderer, it depends on your ability."

"...What's the matter?"

Duan Xuan ignored him, walked to the window, and said quietly: "The Zhufeng Kingdom is bordered by the sea to the west and the snow-capped mountains to the north. To the east and south are two big countries, Xiyan Kingdom and Xiutian Kingdom. In these two countries, demonic cultivators and Taoist cultivators coexist. I believe you have heard of this."

"...Yes."

"More than ten years ago, the leader of the magic cultivators in Xiyan Kingdom sent a Jindan-stage magic cultivator to Zhufeng Kingdom with a blood-recruiting flag, intending to secretly recruit magic cultivators and increase their influence in Zhufeng Kingdom."

"I know this, too." Jun Yanzhi looked at him coldly, "I also heard that you were chosen by this demon cultivator to be the leader of the demon cultivators in Zhufeng Kingdom. It was for this reason that you used the blood-recruiting flag to order all the demon cultivators to gather in Hengyang Palace, and destroyed it overnight."

Duan Xuan said coldly, "Nonsense! I carefully checked the time when Hengyang Palace was destroyed. The demon cultivator was killed a month before the incident in Hengyang Palace, and the blood-recruiting flag also disappeared at the same time. It was not in my hands at all. Therefore, the person who ordered the destruction of Hengyang Palace was not me, nor was it that demon cultivator, but someone else."

Jun Yanzhi stared at him coldly: "How do you know so clearly? Why should I believe you?"

"I have nothing to do with Hengyang Palace, why should I destroy it?"

"One-sided story."

Duan Xuan looked back coldly, but his emotions were a little excited: "What do you know? I just came out of seclusion a month before the incident in Hengyang Palace. At that time, a big thing happened, and I didn't care about other things at all."

"What is it?"

Duan Xuan looked at him coldly, and it was unclear whether his eyes were sad, painful, or embarrassed. Finally, he looked out the window at the night sky and said slowly: "The reason why I know you will definitely come back to Wen Jing's room is because I know your mood."

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head slightly: "I don't want to know about the past of my master and Master Lu."

For more than ten years, he kept Lu Zhen's room, keeping it as it was, and cleaning it up from time to time. Instead, his own room was so messy that even a dog would protest. Being so stupid, anyone can guess a little.

Duan Xuan's voice was low and cold: "What I am going to tell you today is to let you find out what happened in Hengyang Palace. You are not allowed to tell anyone a word, otherwise I will definitely kill you."

"..." Jun Yanzhi finally said, "You talk, I'm listening."

Duan Xuan concealed his voice and slowly spoke out with the sound transmission technique.

Jun Yanzhi listened to every word without missing a word, and his expression became slightly embarrassed.

It was almost morning when the two of them finished talking. Duan Xuan looked at him calmly, "This is all I can tell you. As for who the murderer is, you have to look for it in many places. It's easy to find someone to impersonate me. A shape-changing pill will do. It can't be used as ironclad evidence. There were many people and noise that night. If the demon cultivators thought I was the mastermind, they would naturally believe it. I've said so much. If you still don't believe it, I have no choice."

Jun Yanzhi looked at the ground in silence and said softly, "Disciple has another question."

"What is it?"

"Can people who enter the Immortal Extermination Tower come out alive?"

Duan Xuan sighed in his heart, but he couldn't bear to tell him the truth: "You, you wait a little longer, first investigate the matter of Hengyang Palace, don't think too much. Your Junior Brother Jing may see that you are sensible and can't bear to leave you, so he ran out again."

"Yeah." Jun Yanzhi lowered his head, "He always can't bear to see me feel bad."

Duan Xuan walked out of the door with his hands behind his back: "You go, just pretend we didn't meet last night and never said these words."

The person behind him didn't answer, but there was a whistling sound of wind, and when he looked back, Jun Yanzhi and the big turtle had disappeared.

Duan Xuan silently looked at the sky that was turning pale.

The Samadhi True Fire can burn a person to ashes in an instant. Although Jun Yanzhi is still waiting, Wen Jing is probably dead already...

The author has something to say: Jun Yanzhi: You always hate to see me suffer.

Wen Jing:...

Jun Yanzhi: 嘤嘤嘤

Wen Jing: You feel so bad if you don't do it for one night?