Wen Renmu fell on his back, motionless like a drugged antelope. Wen Jing squatted down and kindly cast a spell to help him sleep, so that he would not wake up for ten days or half a month.

Wen Jing lowered his head and pulled up his body, his eyes naturally swept over the jade slip tightly held in his hand, and his heart skipped a beat.

Not right.

He forcefully pried open Wen Renmu's right hand, and the jade slip lying in his palm was about three inches long. It was warm and shiny under the moonlight, and seemed to be nothing special. However, upon closer inspection, it seemed that a faint light passed slowly by. It was a rare top-grade product.

Wen Jing was very familiar with the appearance and shape of this jade slip, which was exactly the same as the two pieces in his storage bag.

That was the jade slip that contained the ending of "The Tribulation of All Life" and the outline of the second volume.

Wen Jing grabbed the jade slip in his hand and quickly introduced a stream of spiritual energy. Not long after, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. His cultivation at this time was far different from before, but the spiritual energy was blocked outside the jade slip, lingering around and unable to enter.

In other words, the person who made this jade slip had a much higher cultivation level than Wen Jing, and had set up a forbidden spell to prevent irrelevant people from reading it.

However, this jade slip had not been opened yet, so it should not have been specially given to Wen Renmu. It was very likely that he picked it up from somewhere unknown.

Wen Jing lowered his head and thought about it, then unceremoniously put the jade slip away and packed it away. The matter was related to the outline of the original text, so he could not take it lightly, and it was better to keep it in his arms.

He carried Wen Renmu's body, found a cave and locked him up, and then set up a strict barrier.

Wen Jing thought that he might as well do it once and for all. Anyway, he had tied Wen Renmu up like a dumpling, and stole his jade slip, so he might as well go to his residence and search it.

He would do his best to be a bad guy, and since he was destined to be an enemy, he might as well offend him completely.

When it was dawn, a silent shadow disappeared at the door of Wen Renmu's residence in Tianheng Peak and floated in.

After closing the door behind him, Wen Jing opened his mouth and looked around in silence.

Liu Qianmo is the eldest disciple of Huishi Peak, with a superior status. The specifications, layout and area of ​​his room are second only to the peak master, and it is twice as large as Wen Jing's residence. This is the long-standing rule of Qingxu Sword Sect. When the peak master enters seclusion, unless otherwise instructed, the eldest disciple will take charge of all affairs, so the monthly allowance and authority are very different. Liu Qianmo has good taste. Although there are almost no valuable things, he has tidied it up in a certain style.

However, Liu Qianmo's room now looks like the earthen kang in a grandmother's house in the countryside. Although it is comfortable and humane, it is eclipsed by Wen Renmu's simple and elegant furnishings.

The elegance and beauty of Wen Renmu's room are piled up with spirit stones.

There are several pots of spiritual herbs at least three hundred years old on the windows and tables. The fragrance is so fragrant that a few breaths of it can prolong the life of ordinary people. The tables and chairs are made of ancient trees that are thousands of years old. They contain spiritual energy and are worth more than thousands of yuan. The cabinets of the same color are filled with strange spiritual stones and rare monster bones. You can sell hundreds or thousands of spiritual stones by taking any one of them out.

These things are all restricted by magic. If a disciple with low cultivation wants to steal them, he will probably lose half his life. Those who are higher in cultivation than Wen Renmu are already first-class figures such as the peak master. Naturally, they look down on these things, and no one is interested even if they are put out.

Wen Jing has no shortage of spiritual stones now, and these beautiful but useless things do not interest him. He rummaged around in Wen Renmu's room for a long time, took out a dozen golden elixir talismans, two magic weapons, and several jade boxes of spiritual pills, and studied them carefully.

A wave of spiritual energy floated in the distance.

A disciple stopped in front of the door and said, "Is the eldest senior brother here? Master has something to tell you."

Wen Jing guessed that if he pretended not to be there, this disciple would definitely look for him everywhere and would sooner or later find out that Wen Renmu was missing. Wen Renmu loves to tell tales, and when that happens, he will definitely cause a lot of trouble for himself, so it is better to get rid of this disciple as soon as possible.

He took out the illusion pill from his pocket and swallowed it. His mind moved with it, and the voice, appearance and smile of Wen Renmu appeared in his mind, and gradually changed his appearance.

He guessed that this disciple had already established his foundation. His tone was neither polite nor respectful, but rather warm. He must have a high status in Tianheng Peak and must be very familiar with Wen Renmu. If he met him face to face, he would be exposed. It would be better to send him away in the room.

He put on airs, acted high and mighty, and looked down on everything. He said in a cold voice: "I am not feeling well. I will not open the door. What do you want, Master?"

The disciple said outside the door: "Master said that we should stay at Yurong Peak for a few days and let Senior Brother take charge of the affairs of the peak."

Wen Jing said: "Is the Sect Master out?"

The disciple's voice was a little strange: "The Sect Master has to leave for a few days at this time every year to pay respect to his family and let Master take charge of the affairs of Jianzong. How could Senior Brother forget?"

Wen Jing was a little surprised. Xi Fang was born into a great family of immortal cultivators. The family holds a sacrifice every ten years, which is very grand, but no one usually worships. Xi Fang's parents and brothers have been dead for hundreds of years, and he has not married or had children. I didn't expect that he still misses his family so much.

But he couldn't say anything nonsense, so he covered up and said, "I have taken some detours in my cultivation these days. I have a headache and I even forgot about this. I need to calm down and regulate my breathing for a while. You can help me take care of it for the time being. Tell

my junior brothers not to bother me. I will naturally come to you when I feel better." The disciple was silent for a while and said, "I know, it's better for you to have a good rest. There are fish in water everywhere, so think positively."

Wen Jing didn't know what Wen Renmu had done three years ago, and was immediately confused. What does this mean? Is he in love?

But he didn't dare to ask, so he had to pretend to be cool and said, "That's true. So many fellow apprentices in Tianheng Peak are waiting for my guidance. I can't just focus on one person."

The disciple outside the door was silent for a long time, and finally said, "Brother, what you mean by guiding the fellow apprentices is..." He felt a little embarrassed and said, "Forget it, I understand. Don't worry, we are brothers, no matter what you become, I will stand by your side." In Wen Jing's heart, Wen Renmu is a first-class straight man. Not only is he engaged, but he also messes around in private. He never thought of the rumor that he likes men.

He thought that the talk was getting more and more outrageous, and hurriedly covered up by saying, "That's good! Go and get busy. When you are free in the future, we can also give each other advice."

This was originally a polite and perfunctory remark, but he did not expect that the person outside the door would remain silent for a long time and said, "... Senior Brother, please have a good rest first. Let me think about this matter." "... You can think about it slowly." Wen Jing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

After three years of not seeing each other, there is a generation gap between us.

As soon as the disciple outside the door left, Wen Jing put a dozen talismans and two magic weapons in his arms and ran away. When Wen Renmu came out, it would be more than ten days later, and by then he would have left Qingxu Sword Sect for many days.

He transformed himself into a passerby, quietly passed through the mountains, and without attracting anyone's attention, he arrived at Xunyang City, the closest to the Xunyang Mountains.

He stayed in Xunyang City for a day, bought some equipment, and began to think about how to start looking for Jun Yanzhi.

Since something happened to the Red Maple Sect, Jun Yanzhi might not go too far away, so why not go there and ask around first.

The disciples of the Red Maple Sect had small wounds on their bodies, and they kept bleeding until they dried up. According to the very superficial popular science about magic cultivation mentioned in the outline of the second volume, this should be the work of a blood cultivator with profound Taoism.

Magic cultivation is divided into three types: blood cultivation, qi cultivation, and spirit cultivation. The cultivation methods are different, and some of them are self-defeating and therefore quite controversial. Jun Yanzhi is a spirit cultivator, who is used to controlling people's minds and inner demons. He should not deliberately practice the art of bleeding and bloodsucking.

There is no point in thinking too much now, let's go and see the situation first!

He made up his mind and took action immediately, without looking back, and hurried on his way without eating or sleeping, as if he had wind. It took only eight days to reach the destination which should have taken more than ten days.

As soon as he arrived in Linfeng City, he heard about a big event.

On that day, he was standing in front of the door of the busiest teahouse in Linfeng City, which was full of heated arguments.

"I heard that Sui Rang said that the Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique is in Li Qingran's hands!"

"What! In his hands?!" "

What a bad luck!"

"How could it be in his hands?"

"I don't know what will happen in Linfeng City next..." The voice was worried.

"What is the Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique?" A young boy was a little curious.

"You don't know this? Two years ago, Jun Yanzhi spread the news that this sword technique was inherited from his Hengyang Palace, and now it must be returned to its original owner. Whoever has it in his hands must quickly hand it over with his life and property, otherwise he will kill slowly and leisurely, and wipe out the five major sects."

"When has Jun Yanzhi ever stopped killing people? Two years ago, he was caught killing people in the Gujing Sect. His face and body were covered with the blood of dead disciples, and he was almost captured by Sect Master Xi and others."

"In the past, he didn't make excuses for killing people, but now he does. That's the only difference."

"Who is Sui Rang, and who is Li Qingran?"

"It's obvious that you're from outside, but Sui Rang and Li Qingran didn't know. They are disciples of a great immortal cultivation family in Linfeng City, and they studied under the Red Maple Sect. Sui Rang must have been very scared by the Red Maple Sect's misfortune this time, and he shook it out when he was drinking yesterday. The Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique was bought by Li Qingran by chance that year, and it's in his hands now!"

"How did Li Qingran buy this inheritance?"

"Who knows? I'm just afraid that Jun Yanzhi will be unhappy and take down Linfeng City."

Wen Jing walked in slowly, sat quietly in a corner, and called out to the waiter who was listening nervously: "Shopkeeper, bring a pot of tea."

The waiter didn't hear him and asked back: "Where is Li Qingran? Don't hide. Every wrong has its perpetrator. If Jun Yanzhi wants to kill someone, just kill him."

"Who knows? His house has been deserted since morning. There is no one left."

The crowd suddenly became chaotic.

"Just leave after digging out the trap?! What should we do?"

"That means Jun Yanzhi will come to Linfeng City at any time?"

"Originally, they only said that they are incompatible with the five major sects, but now it will involve us ordinary people?"

An old man in his sixties stroked his beard and said, "Don't panic, these are all grudges between them, the cultivators, and they may not involve us mortals." Wen Jing said again: "Waiter, serve tea."

The waiter waved his hand impatiently: "You can't save your life, why drink tea?"

Wen Jing raised his eyebrows and thought that this made sense. He looked around and saw that the seat next to him was empty, but the teacups and teapots were placed on the table, steaming slightly. He thought that the man had left anyway, so he grabbed his teacup, rinsed it with the tea in the pot, poured himself a glass of water, and continued to listen to those people's lofty discussions.

Jun Yanzhi's threat to the five major sects was pure nonsense, most likely a frame-up. The "Thunder Sword Technique" in Wen Jing's room was missing, most likely taken away by Jun Yanzhi. Since he had inherited it, why would he ask for the "Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique" to be returned to him for no reason?

The matter of the Red Maple Sect was probably also part of the frame-up plan, but Wen Jing couldn't guess the specific situation.

He drank the water in the teacup and picked up the teapot to pour another cup.

Not far away, a man walked slowly over. He had no cultivation and ordinary appearance, blending in with the people in the teahouse. He glanced at Wen Jing indifferently, but found that his teacup was held in his hand, and he would put it to his mouth and drink from time to time. He frowned slightly, showing a hint of displeasure, lowered his head, turned around and walked out in the bustling crowd.

Not long after he went out, he walked along the small streets and alleys, and came to a small inn with an unremarkable appearance. He walked in with his head down and walked quietly into a shabby little room.

The bed made a "squeaking" sound as soon as he sat on it, but he didn't care and took out a big turtle from the storage bag. The big turtle seemed a little restless today, its black bean-like eyes were wide open, and its four legs were kicking.

The man's voice was flat and he said softly, "I told you he's dead. You can't find him even if you look for him."

The big turtle opened his mouth, a little anxious.

"Master and senior brother are both lying to us, don't you understand?" The man put the big turtle down and said calmly, "I don't care about him anymore, do you still care about him? Even if you care about him, he won't come back."

The big turtle hurriedly crawled to the door, with its front legs against the wooden door, as if trying to crawl out.

The man looked down at it and frowned, "What are you doing?"

The big turtle's front legs were holding the wooden door.

The man sat motionless on the bed for a long time, suddenly stood up and pushed the door, "Where are you going?"

The door creaked and swayed.

The big turtle immediately crawled out, but looked around in uncertainty, as if it didn't know whether to crawl left or right. Finally, it turned its head to look at the man behind it, and then it shrank its head and lay there in a daze.

The man's chest heaved, and it took a long time for him to calm down. He picked up the big turtle from the ground with an expressionless face and slammed the door.

...

In the teahouse, Wen Jing didn't notice the man, he was thinking at the time.

Li Qingran didn't know that "Thunder Sword Technique" was "Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique", only Jun Yanzhi knew this. It was inexplicable that Sui Rang could say that Li Qingran had "Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique". This matter was inseparable from Jun Yanzhi.

No matter what, if Li Qingran's escape was arranged by Jun Yanzhi, he might make a big fuss about Li Qingran in the future.

Let's go to Li Qingran's residence tonight!

Everything was sorted out in his mind, and there was no need to stay in the teahouse any longer. Wen Jing found an inn in Linfeng City and stayed there, concentrating on recuperating.

At night, the clappers knocked three times.

"It's dry, be careful with candles!" The old man's hoarse and long voice sounded, as if bringing people to the beginning of a ghost story.

Wen Jing flew out of the window and went straight to Li Qingran's house!

He had lived here for a while, and in the afternoon he went to the door and pretended to walk around, so he was familiar with the place.

Not long after, a shadow landed lightly on the roof of the house and looked into the yard. He landed silently, cast an invisibility talisman, and walked slowly in the yard.

The house was in a mess, with abandoned clothes everywhere and tables and chairs lying on the ground without anyone taking care of them, indicating that the owner left in a hurry and only took away valuables.

It was not easy to say, Li Qingran was a lustful man, and he had more than 30 prostitutes, concubines and maids in his house, many of whom were difficult to manage and used to cry, make a fuss and even hang themselves. He had to command people to pack them all up and take them away, and he also had to use soft words to persuade his concubines, which was really a big project.

There were no immortal cultivators around for the time being, so Wen Jing felt a little relieved and came to the library in the house.

Dozens of quaint and elegant bookcases all stood steadily, with a few books scattered on the ground, but generally nothing was missing.

Wen Jing picked up a few books and flipped through them, and couldn't help but sigh. How long would it take to find "Five Elements Guiyuan Sword Technique" among so many books?

He pursed his lips and suddenly understood something.

It would probably take a whole night to flip through these thousands of books, not to mention that he would have to introduce spiritual energy from time to time to check whether it was inherited. After such busy work, there might not be any results after several days and nights.

Who would have the patience to risk being caught by Jun Yanzhi to find a book that "maybe" or "probably" exists?

It's definitely not Jun Yanzhi, because the swordsmanship is already in his hands.

All of these arrangements are to catch the turtle in the jar.

Who is the turtle?

Wen Jing felt a chill down his spine, and suddenly realized that he had made a serious mistake.

He didn't have time to think about it, and quickly stepped out of the library, wanting to leave quickly in the night, but it was too late.

A cold, calm, and familiar voice came from behind unexpectedly.

"Are you looking for the "Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique"? "

Wen Jing was so confused that he couldn't think for a while.

How could they meet under such circumstances? He is not the turtle that Jun Yanzhi wants to catch!

"Since you are here, why are you in such a hurry to leave? If you can't find the Five Elements Sword Technique, won't you return home in disappointment?" The voice was as calm as waves, and the tone was very pleasant, but the tone was ruthless and cold, which made people shudder. "Who sent you? Why don't you show your face so that I can see it?"

Wen Jing gritted his teeth.

The situation is urgent now, should I show my true face? I am afraid that I will scare him to death if I turn around like this... But if I turn around like this, won't I die tonight?

Wen Jing pondered for a moment, thinking about his appearance in his mind, and his face quickly changed to the appearance before the disfigurement. He turned around slowly, walked under the moonlight coming through the window, looked at the familiar slender figure in the dark, and his heart was throbbing.

His voice was a little hoarse and a little expectant: "Senior Brother Jun, it's me. I escaped from the Immortal Punishment Tower."

The figure stood quietly for a long time without speaking.

The moonlight fell on Wen Jing's face, clear and a little dreamy. Wen Jing knew that he must have seen it clearly, and his heart was beating like a rabbit. He slowly walked forward and said awkwardly: "Senior Brother, it's really me, I didn't..." Before

the word "die" came out, a sharp spiritual energy suddenly rushed towards him. The spiritual energy was fierce and fast, and Wen Jing was not prepared at all, and his chest was immediately pierced!

Everything happened so quickly that he couldn't even make a sound of pain. He fell to the ground and looked at Jun Yanzhi in panic.

He was confused: "Senior Brother..."

What's going on? ! He can still show flaws when he is pretending to be himself? !

"There is a small mole on the left side of his brow and half an inch below his right eye. You are pretending." Jun Yanzhi's voice was cold and without any ripples. He seemed to be disheartened and deeply angry. He slowly drew out his long sword: "You know, I hate it most when someone pretends to be him." As soon as he

finished speaking, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the sword energy came with a sinister and surging anger!

Wen Jing almost couldn't breathe.

He didn't even know he had those two small moles!

He wanted to cry but had no time to explain. Wen Jing hurriedly withdrew the illusion spell, revealing a terrifying and weird face like a demon, and said aggrievedly: "Senior brother, listen to me..." I really am Wen Jing!

The sword stopped at the critical moment, and Jun Yanzhi's body trembled slightly: "Junior brother?"

Before he finished speaking, the sword energy could not be retracted in time and fell heavily on him!

Wen Jing felt a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen, and his eyes went black. He called out softly: "Senior brother."

Before he fainted, a ghostly shadow rushed towards him and hugged him tightly, saying in a panic: "Junior brother... Junior brother..."

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His waist and abdomen hurt as if they were run over by a train, and it seemed to be broken in two. Wen Jing fainted and woke up again and again. It seemed that there was someone beside him who was always taking care of him. When Wen Jing was unconscious, he heard someone choking and calling him "Junior brother" from time to time, and felt a slender and beautiful hand touching his forehead.

After sleeping for an unknown period of time, Wen Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He stared blankly at the low roof.

Where was he?

Someone beside him immediately came over, held his hand tightly and whispered, "Junior brother..."

The voice was hoarse and choked, as if... he didn't know how long he had been crying.

Wen Jing panicked and turned his head quickly, which caused another sharp pain in his waist. He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth to hold back, only to see Jun Yanzhi with disheveled clothes and red and swollen eyes, looking at him with a look that was almost confused. He

immediately remembered what happened before he fainted.

Wen Jing didn't care about the pain, and immediately turned over and sat up, calling softly: "Senior Brother, I really am..."

Jun Yanzhi had tears in his eyes, and said softly: "I know... you are finally awake..." He raised his hand gently, and then slowly put it down. It seemed that he wanted to touch him but didn't dare to. He wanted to touch him but was afraid that he would fly away. He just stared at him blankly.

Wen Jing couldn't help but look at his arm, which was covered with pits and scars, and he really looked disfigured. He hadn't prepared himself mentally yet, and suddenly felt as if he was naked, and said nervously: "Brother, how long have I been unconscious?"

"One day..." Jun Yanzhi quietly held his hand, with a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes, as if he was afraid that he would escape, and locked his eyes tightly.

Wen Jing was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Brother, I still have things to do, so I'll leave for now. After a few days..."

Jun Yanzhi suddenly hugged him, holding him tightly, and said in confusion and anxiety, "We're not in a hurry. You've been away from me for three years. Let's... reminisce first."