Surrounded by green mountains on three sides, a lake stretches to

the sky. The mountains are not high but are surrounded by clouds and mist, with layers of strange rocks stacked up, which is the scenery of the Xunyang Mountains. In other words, after he escaped from the Zhuxian Tower, he did not run far away, nor did he stay with Xi Fang, but was teleported to a corner of the Xunyang Mountains.

This place is very close to home. Wen Jing pondered for a long time but couldn't make up his mind. Is going back now to seek death? At that time, he entered the Zhuxian Tower to save Jun Yanzhi, and he was on the same front with him. Now he is an enemy of the Qingxu Sword Sect, what is he going back for?

Jun Yanzhi must not be in the Qingxu Sword Sect either...

The lake water was crystal clear, Wen Jing took off his clothes, jumped into the water and took a nice cold shower. Most of his wounds had healed, but the flames when he left the tower had burned him so much that his teeth were grimacing, and he also had a few new burns. Years of being burned by fire had new and old wounds intertwined, and his back and legs felt covered with scars. He himself didn't feel anything, but he didn't know that in the eyes of others, he looked terrible, like a dead soul that had just escaped from the burning eighteenth level of hell.

Wen Jing climbed ashore with a sword holding a few fish, lifted up the burnt and incomplete clothes on the ground, and threw them aside with a frown.

He sat down, grilled the fish over the flames for a few seconds and ate it. After wiping his greasy mouth, he began to seriously consider his next move.

First, he had to find a piece of clothing.

Wen Jing rolled up the blackened clothes and hung them loosely around his waist, barely covering the key parts. He also picked a dozen thick leaves and used willow branches to thread them into skin to cover his upper body and thighs, leaving only his arms and calves exposed. He

looked at the water, picked up a pile of mud, and smeared it on the half of his face and body that was not disfigured. Dressed like this, he looked like a wild monster from a distance. Although he was intelligent, he was still wild and didn't look like a human at all.

Wen Jing put away the Heart-Suppressing Sword and leaped into the empty valley like a wild monkey.

Let's go find someone to get the news first!

Two disciples in the valley were picking spiritual herbs with their heads down. They were wearing light blue Taoist robes and each carrying a small basket. Their cultivation was not high, probably only the seventh or eighth level of Qi training.

One of them sighed and whispered: "Have you heard? Something happened to the Red Maple Sect."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. I heard that a few days ago, dozens of disciples had minor wounds on their bodies and were bleeding. I don't know what the situation is now. They should have no choice but to die."

"Minor wounds bleed until the blood dries up... I'm afraid it was done by the demon cultivator. Is it Jun Yanzhi again?"

"Who else besides him?"

"...He used to pretend to save most of the people, but now that no one is restraining him, he can be said to be reckless."

The previous one sighed: "Jun Yanzhi has rebelled against the Sword Sect in recent years, and his temperament is very different from before. Even his master can't control him. He has made the five major sects restless and people panic. I really don't know why."

Wen Jingjing quietly hid in the tree, and the branches and leaves swayed slightly.

"The sect leader is really soft-hearted. He left this disaster behind and let the wolf into the house. It really hurt people a lot."

"That's right. If it were me, I would have killed him with a sword long ago. The demon cultivator who is born to drive people crazy really shouldn't live in the world."

Wen Jing's chest was surging with anger, and two spiritual energies were released at the same time, hitting their backs. Two dull hums came from under the tree, and a heavy body fell to the ground with a thud, causing the grass and leaves on the ground to fly.

He somersaulted down and cursed: "Fools who don't know the truth, just follow the crowd."

Although he was scolding the two Qi training disciples, he himself was not much better. Back then, he was deliberately misled and almost killed Jun Yanzhi, but wasn't it because of his weak will?

Wen Jing sighed in his heart, thinking that it was useless to think too much, and lowered his head to start stripping the Taoist robe of one of the disciples.

Soon, he was wearing a light blue Taoist robe, and the hair was combed neatly. He finally looked like a human being.

But he was also a very scary-looking person.

Just like the kind of evil ghost that adults use to scare children.

After surviving a catastrophe, he should at least send a message to his family to reassure them, and also inquire about Jun Yanzhi's news. However, Duan Xuan seemed to not get along well with Jun Yanzhi. If he acted rashly, he didn't know if there would be any serious consequences.

It would be better to go to Huishi Peak to see the situation first, and then make plans.

He chose the road covered by dense forests and jumped on the trees. Even if he met a disciple of the Sword Sect, others would only see a blue Taoist robe passing by, with his face blocked by leaves. They would not suspect him and would not pay special attention to him.

Not long after, he came to the bottom of the cliff where he lived.

That day, he put the big turtle into a storage bag and threw it away. The bag was not tied tightly, so that the big turtle could easily crawl out to find Jun Yanzhi. But the talent of this big turtle was not much better than his, and he didn't know if he had found it.

Having the big turtle by Jun Yanzhi's side at least makes people feel at ease.

There is a faint spiritual energy under the cliff, floating faintly. Wen Jing thought, isn't this the spiritual energy of the spirit stone? There are some spirit stones here? Is his luck so good?

The blood in his body rushed faster, and he excitedly searched everywhere with the spiritual energy that seemed to be there and not there. Finally, he stopped in front of a strange rock that was as tall as a person.

The strange rock stretched for three or four feet, but there was a one-foot-long gap. There seemed to be something in it, but it was vague and not very clear. Wen Jing picked up a branch and picked it up, and picked out a rope tassel of a somewhat damaged storage bag, which was very familiar.

This was the one he threw down that year.

Wen Jing smashed the stone into pieces with a sword and immediately raised his eyebrows. A lizard-like monster was perched on top, looking at Wen Jing with wide eyes and a bad face, treating him as an alien invader, and seemed to have regarded this storage bag as its own.

It seemed that after the big turtle crawled away, this lizard-like monster occupied the mountain and occupied the spiritual stones in the storage bag, dragging them into the crevices to absorb spiritual energy until now.

Wen Jing released all the spiritual pressure in his body and looked at it provocatively.

The monster trembled and hesitated for a moment, and fear finally prevailed. It did not dare to compete with Wen Jing, and reluctantly walked away slowly, but it was unwilling to go far, and watched closely from a distance of several feet.

Wen Jing opened the storage bag and took a look. He felt relieved. The thousands of spiritual stones and dozens of spiritual pills that Lu Zhishan had given him were lying inside. Not a single drop was missing.

Wen Jing leaped up and turned into a beam of blue light, rising straight up!

He landed gently in front of the familiar yet strange courtyard.

The clear spring is still the same, quiet and gentle, and the gurgling sound of the water seems to bring him back to a few years ago. The big turtle lay on the ground obediently waiting for him to come home. Wen Jing picked it up and opened the door, and he could see Jun Yanzhi taking out a small red fruit from his pocket and biting it in his mouth. He is such an elegant person, but he has such a hobby, it's really...

Wen Jing quickly gathered his mind, his eyes dimmed slightly, knowing that he couldn't think about it anymore.

"Who?"

A cold and hard question suddenly came from a distance, familiar and friendly, but it was like a heavy hammer that shattered all his fantasies and brought him back to reality.

He Ling is here.

How to deal with it?

Just as he was about to answer, an unexpected voice suddenly came from inside the residence: "Junior Brother He, Junior Brother Liu, it's me!"

Wen Jing immediately gathered all his spiritual energy, turned over and landed on the tree trunk to hide.

The door creaked open, and a handsome man in white walked out slowly. He was generous and seemed to have no embarrassment of being caught.

Wen Renmu, what is he doing here...?

It's simply unbelievable. From now on, all the items in the room will be checked and cleaned...

Wen Renmu smiled and said, "I have nothing to do today, so I'll come and help Junior Brother Jing clean up the room."

Wen Jing's eyes almost popped out.

Did he take the wrong medicine?

Liu Qianmo raised his eyebrows and said: "Senior Brother Wenren, we have said many times that we cannot bear the soul of Junior Brother Jing and we do not like it. Please also ask Senior Brother Wenren not to enter without permission."

He said with a wink to He Ling, suggesting that he would help.

He Ling said calmly: "You are so free, why not clean the rooms of all our Hui Shi Feng disciples."

Wen Renmu: "..."

He stopped talking, smiled, lowered his head, said "Excuse me" and flew away.

Liu Qianmo frowned and asked in confusion: "What's going on with Wen Renmu? He has been coming to Junior Brother Jing's place from time to time for the past two years, and he is almost the same as Jun Yanzhi. Could it be that the silly boy was cheating on Wen Renmu in the past, and he also made Wen Renmu fall in love with him?"

Cleaning the room and other things are so corny that it gives people goosebumps...

As the saying goes, you only know how to cherish something after you lose it. Wen Jing died, and Wen Renmu repented and understood his true feelings? But what about the person who took his virginity and he would never tell him even if he died?

It's really confusing!

Thinking about it carefully, Wen Renmu didn't say clearly that it was a woman. Could it be that Wen Renmu really likes men as the recent rumors say?

Liu Qianmo's imagination is like a wild horse running on the grassland.

If the one who took away his virginity was a man, it would explain his unwillingness and pain at the time, and even explain why he would rather die than tell the truth.

He Ling looked around calmly: "Let's go."

Liu Qianmo was still concentrating: "..."

He Ling ignored him and flew away first. Liu Qianmo hurriedly followed, but was still in his own world and couldn't come back to his senses.

The two flew far away, and He Ling said calmly: "Just now, there was a person with higher cultivation than us standing on the edge of the cliff. As soon as I spoke, he withdrew his spiritual energy and hid."

Liu Qianmo immediately came back to his senses and said softly: "Who? Jun Yanzhi?"

He Ling thought for a moment: "Not like."

"...Who is that?"

"Not sure." He Ling glanced at Liu Qianmo calmly. Liu Qianmo lowered

his head and said, "It's useless to think too much. If we get close, he will be able to sense it and will be alarmed. Pretend not to know and wait and see."

He Ling did not answer. Liu Qianmo lowered his head and whispered, "Have you heard? Something happened to the Red Maple Sect."

He Ling: "...I heard it."

Liu Qianmo sighed, "Everyone is saying that Jun Yanzhi did it. He hasn't shown up for more than a year. I really don't know what he is thinking."

He Ling said, "Master hasn't said anything. Maybe there is something strange. Don't jump to conclusions."

"Well." Liu Qianmo thought about it and said again, but his voice was a little sad, "The ninth day of next month is the third anniversary of Junior Brother Jing's death. Let's burn incense together then."

"Got it."

...

Time slowly moved forward for two days.

Wen Jing was too busy these two days to think about unnecessary things. First, he went to the black market in Xunyang City. In "The Tribulation of All Life", Jun Yanzhi had been to the black market, so Wen Jing got the code right without any effort.

He threw out five middle-grade spirit stones and three hundred low-grade spirit stones in the black market and bought a "Shapeshifting Pill".

This is a pill refined by Jindan monks, which can allow people to change their appearance at will and maintain it for a month. The scar on his face is too obvious, which makes it inconvenient to go anywhere and easy to attract attention. However, the art of shapeshifting is similar to the sleight of hand. If he pretends to be an acquaintance, even those with lower cultivation than him can find his abnormality if they observe carefully from close up, so it is not a long-term strategy. There is

a bright full moon in the sky, and the silver light is shining between heaven and earth.

Wen Renmu restrained his cultivation and walked slowly on the mountain road of Huishi Peak. He had no intention of appreciating the moonlight, but casually held the jade slip that You Si gave him that year.

The past three years have been really unlucky.

Jun Yanzhi appeared and disappeared like a ghost, and he hated him so much that he never showed up in front of him. The grudge between the two of them has been going on for more than one or two years, and Wen Jing's death was indirectly caused by him, so it would be strange for him to want to see him. Even if Wen Renmu risked his life to see him, he would have no choice but to refuse. Therefore, the jade slip remained in his hand and rotted.

He heard that Jun Yanzhi would sometimes come back in the middle of the night and meditate in Wen Jing's room. He had no choice but to stay at Wen Jing's residence from time to time, hoping to have an "accidental encounter", but it was all in vain.

Li Qingyun naturally called off Ji Keqing's marriage. Lu Changqing had been a guarantor in front of her, and he felt that he had lost face when Wen Renmu did not make any progress, so he was furious and severely punished him.

And Rong Xuan...

she had been in seclusion for three years and there was no news. I don't know how long she will be in seclusion.

Recently, news came out inexplicably that someone in the Sword Sect actually speculated that the person who took him away the first time might be a man.

It was a man!

He, Wen Renmu, must have done many evil things in his previous life, and he had to suffer such criticism in this life.

Wen Renmu walked slowly to Wen Jing's residence and suddenly stopped. A shadow stood stealthily beside the spring, hidden by the tree trunks. The sound of water was gurgling, not like the gurgling of spring water, but like someone taking a bath.

"Who is it?" Wen Renmu asked in a low voice.

Wen Jing was annoyed and thought: I am taking a bath in my own home, and I haven't questioned you yet.

He didn't say anything, but wiped his body hastily and quickly put on a pair of trousers.

A stream of spiritual energy flew towards him!

Wen Jing picked up the long sword and swung it. The Suxin Sword immediately turned orange-red, and fire flowed inside, blocking the spiritual energy blade that Wen Renmu stabbed at him. With a slight sound, the spiritual energy blade flew back towards Wen Renmu.

A very strange face appeared in the moonlight.

All of a sudden, the hairs on his body stood up. Wen Renmu opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be pinched and he couldn't make any sound.

The familiar yet strange face had no expression. The scars all over his head set off a pair of indifferent eyes under the moonlight, which looked a bit eerie and scary.

"Brother Wenren, since you have seen who I am, I'm sorry to bother you to sleep for a while."

The figure next to Qingquan suddenly disappeared. A gust of wind blew behind Wen Renmu. His eyes went dark and he fell to the ground holding the jade slip tightly.