Jun Yanzhi waved his hands behind his back, and a basin-sized, black thing that had been impatient for a long time quickly climbed up from the wooden board under the bed and threw itself into Wen Jing's arms like a spoiled child.

"Big turtle!" Wen Jing's waist was hurt by the collision, but he was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth. The big turtle lay on his legs with its four legs up in the air, kicking desperately to turn over.

Wen Jing smiled and held the big turtle in his arms, lowered his head and kissed its head: "...I haven't seen you for three years, and you have grown a lot."

The big turtle rubbed his neck excitedly.

Jun Yanzhi looked at Wen Jing tenderly, stroked the turtle's dangling tail, and said softly, "It has missed you a lot in the past few years. Without you, it eats much less."

Wen Jing looked around and stretched out his hand and said, "Is there any food so I can feed it?"

Jun Yanzhi quickly handed over the turtle's bag of food. Wen Jing took out a few fruits and fed them to it, then lowered his head and kneaded its head. The turtle's excitement wore off, but it refused to leave. It curled up its four legs and lay on his legs, watching him digest attentively.

Jun Yanzhi said softly, "Your waist is not healed yet, I'll heal your injury again."

Wen Jing blushed. The burns on his face and body were so ugly that he felt he had some psychological problems. He lowered his head and said, "These are sword wounds. I'll take a few magic pills and they will be fine. Did my senior brother set a trap to catch people, or is that more important?"

Jun Yanzhi's throat moved up and down, and he gently persuaded him, "It won't take much time. I'll heal your wounds and go."

He no longer cared whether Wen Jing was willing or not, and took the big turtle down and put it on the ground. The big turtle looked around blankly, and saw Jun Yanzhi climb onto the bed and hold Wen Jing in his arms. He immediately rushed towards the door instinctively.

It kicked the door for a long time but couldn't get out, so it had to retract its head into its shell.

Wen Jing's underwear was pulled apart by Jun Yanzhi, and her face turned red like a drunk shrimp. She cried out, "It doesn't hurt anymore, no need..."

A stream of spiritual energy penetrated and caressed her waist, and the pain was relieved immediately, and it was as cool and comfortable as a spring in summer.

Jun Yanzhi's body pressed tightly against his back, and he whispered gently in his ear, "Are you feeling better?"

Wen Jing's left face was disfigured, so he deliberately pressed his side on the bed, with only the right half of his face intact facing up. The voice was deep and pleasant, and it made people's hair stand on end, the right half of their face felt numb, and waves of heat surged up.

"Yeah."

The two of them tacitly stopped talking. Jun Yanzhi half-sat, his warm breath sprayed on his cheeks, the heat seeping into his skin and blood and flowing wildly, reminding Wen Jing of the many times they were intimate that night, and his mind was suddenly distracted.

He clenched his fists and whispered, "Brother, it's a little hot..."

"...Bear it a little longer, it will be fine soon." Jun Yanzhi's voice was still soothing and calm, but his breath was slightly lower.

"Okay..."

It was just healing, but it made his heart beat out.

Half an hour later, Jun Yanzhi put away his spiritual energy and sat up: "It's fine."

Wen Jing touched the sword wound on his abdomen. The wound had almost healed, and the pain like a waist cut earlier had disappeared. After three years of suffering, the remaining little pain was naturally nothing. He immediately wrapped his clothes and rolled out of bed: "It doesn't hurt at all."

Jun Yanzhi stared at him blankly, and after a long time he whispered: "What happened to the wound on your face?"

"It was burned in the tower." Wen Jing picked up the coat on the bench, deliberately turned his right face to Jun Yanzhi, and said casually, "They are all old wounds, and they don't hurt anymore."

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head, but his eyes slowly became wet.

Wen Jing smelled the coat, and a foul smell of sweat came to his face, and he vomited immediately. He quickly lowered his head and smelled his body, and thought awkwardly, this smell is really enough, I really don't know how Jun Yanzhi endured it just now.

He said to Jun Yanzhi: "Brother, I haven't bathed for more than ten days. I am dirty and smelly. Can I take a bath?"

Jun Yanzhi immediately got off the bed, lowered his head and walked out without even looking at Wen Jing. His voice was a little choked: "Wait."

Wen Jing looked around. The inn was simply furnished and the space was not large. It should be a very inconspicuous residence in Linfeng City, just suitable for hiding from the eyes of others. He walked to the door to tease Dagui. Dagui didn't mind the sweat and odor on his body. He excitedly climbed into his arms and rubbed against him.

Just when he was having fun, the door creaked open, and two servants brought up a large wooden barrel, put it on the ground and went out again. Jun Yanzhi ordered at the door: "Also arrange the neighboring room of this room, prepare a large wooden tub, fill it with water and place it next door, and don't disturb them."

"Okay, got it."

The water in the large wooden tub was a little cold, just the temperature he liked. Wen Jing saw Jun Yanzhi holding the big turtle and going to the neighboring room, thinking that he really understood the mood and knew how to give himself space, so he gently took off his underwear and stepped in. The cool water touched the tortured skin, making people feel relieved.

Wen Jing let out a low moan like a sigh.

At this moment, the door creaked open again.

Wen Jing shrank his body, staring at Jun Yanzhi as he walked in and closed the doors and windows, and the room suddenly became dark. Jun Yanzhi took off his outer shirt and hung it aside, and then took off his middle shirt and underwear together, revealing his well-proportioned and slender body.

Wen Jing only knew that he was taking off his clothes, but did not dare to stare at him. He felt uneasy and just kept splashing water on himself. Not long after, the space in the wooden barrel suddenly became much smaller. A person stepped into the barrel from beside him, and sat down with a warm body close to his back.

Wen Jing's breathing suddenly quickened, and his limbs became a little stiff: "Senior brother wants to wash too?"

He was not mentally prepared yet!

Jun Yanzhi did not say anything, but his fingers gently stroked the criss-crossed scars on Wen Jing's body. There was no lust in his eyes, but the more he looked, the more shocked he became.

Old wounds and new wounds piled up one after another, as ugly as tumors, covering half of the body. Jun Yanzhi closed his eyes and could almost hear the raging fire burning Wen Jing's skin, making a "hissing" sound, as if he saw him being burned by fire again and again, escaping from death endlessly.

What kind of life has he been living in the past three years?

The scars on his body were kissed gently, accompanied by a slight gasp. Wen Jing blushed a little and whispered, "Those places are ugly, senior brother, please don't kiss them."

The person behind him didn't say anything, but the kiss gradually became heavier like a stamp. Wen Jing turned his head to the right and said, "Senior brother..."

When he turned around, he saw Jun Yanzhi looking at him with tears in his eyes, his eyes were red. Wen Jing suddenly felt sad and soothed him, "These are all old wounds. They don't hurt anymore, but... they look a little ugly."

Jun Yanzhi turned him over to face him, hugged him tightly, and said hoarsely as if crying, "I didn't mean to hurt you last night..."

"I know." Wen Jing said quickly, "You saw through my illusion. Do you think I was someone else pretending to be me?"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head bitterly: "If I had accidentally killed you last night..."

"I'm not dead. I'm with you." Wen Jing stroked his hair gently and said hoarsely, "How have you been these years? I heard that you were almost caught by someone in the Ancient Mirror Sect two years ago..." After saying this, he felt so distressed that he couldn't continue.

Jun Yanzhi's calm voice was a little cold: "If they hadn't used such despicable means, how could I have been caught by them?"

"What did they do?"

Jun Yanzhi opened his mouth and closed it tightly.

"What...did they do?" Wen Jing was a little flustered.

Jun Yanzhi said slowly: "They spread the news that you came out of the Immortal Extermination Tower and were healing in the Ancient Mirror Sect... so I rushed over. When I got there, it turned out that someone used the illusion technique to impersonate you, and set up a trap around you, just waiting for me to rush over and hug that person."

Wen Jing sighed in his heart. Jun Yanzhi was cautious, how could he not fall into the trap? Only when it came to Wen Jing, even though he knew it was a fraud, he would still rush over to take a look unwillingly.

He looked at Jun Yanzhi tenderly. If he hadn't been so sincere to her and could not find that person's flaw, I'm afraid the two of them would have been separated long ago.

"This time when you come back, stay by my side and don't go anywhere." The voice suddenly became a little fearful, and Jun Yanzhi hugged him tighter.

"Okay..."

Jun Yanzhi gently touched his body and splashed water to wash him.

The posture of the two was a little strange at the moment. Wen Jing sat astride Jun Yanzhi's thighs, and was restricted by the space. His legs had to wrap around his waist, and he felt a wave of heat on his face. This sitting posture was too direct and too awkward. He stepped back a little unsteadily, pushed Jun Yanzhi's chest and said, "You wash first, I'll do it later..."

Before he finished speaking, Jun Yanzhi leaned over, pushed him against the wall of the tub behind him, and half-knelt to hold him down.

The unfinished words were blocked in his mouth by the long tongue.

Wen Jing entangled with him in a panic, and said vaguely with guilt: "Brother, don't... I, I have to tell you something..."

"Let's talk about it later." Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and bit his shoulder lightly.

"This, no..."

Jun Yanzhi raised his head and kissed his lips again, and his tongue skillfully hooked and rolled in his mouth, trying hard to make his willpower collapse.

Wen Jing pushed him away with all his strength and frowned, saying, "It's like this! I accidentally accepted the first half of the Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique..."

Jun Yanzhi was slightly stunned: "Then the inheritance was chosen for you?"

Wen Jing swallowed his saliva: "I really had no choice at the time. I didn't know that the inheritance could also accept people outside the Hengyang Palace."

He concluded uneasily: "I am the one who made your family's inheritance incomplete."

Jun Yanzhi seemed to be thinking about it: "..."

Wen Jing said guiltily: "And... I secretly practiced the first level of the Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique, otherwise I would not be able to leave the Exorcism Immortal Tower."

Jun Yanzhi was stunned again: "You mean, if it weren't for the first level of the Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique, you would be-"

"Yes, I'm afraid I'll be burned to death."

Jun Yanzhi said hoarsely: "What happened in the tower?"

Wen Jing told him what happened in the tower, and then said: "That small flame is probably a spirit guarding the tower. I dispersed it with my sword energy, and it couldn't recover for a while. However, for some reason, its body became bigger and bigger. In the end, the flames covered the sky and the earth, and could easily burn people. Half a month ago, I made some progress in the first level of the "Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Method". I used my sword energy to disperse the flames in the tower, drew seven times on the small sword symbol on the tower wall, and finally escaped."

Jun Yanzhi thought for a long time, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Wen Jing didn't dare to interrupt his thoughts, nor did he dare to speak casually, and waited quietly. Finally, a smile appeared on Jun Yanzhi's lips, and he looked down at him.

Wen Jing was a little nervous: "Brother, what are you thinking about? What about the inheritance?"

Jun Yanzhi looked at him with pity, gently kissed his lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Since you have already accepted my betrothal gift, I will not be polite."

Wen Jing: "...Brothal gift?"

The big wooden barrel could barely allow two big men to sit down, but the space was pitifully small. Wen Jing was pressed against the wall of the barrel by Jun Yanzhi, and her legs were forced to wrap around his waist. She was a little at a loss.

The hardness and heat against her thigh was real and could not be ignored.

Jun Yanzhi held Wen Jing's waist with one hand and grasped his slightly hardened penis with the other. Wen Jing held Jun Yanzhi's tongue in his mouth, their warm and wet bodies pressed tightly together, and that thing was being stroked slowly from bottom to top.

His legs were shaking a little.

Jun Yanzhi used his fingers to pick at his little hole, and whispered, "There are ways to be wide, and there are advantages to being narrow. Don't be so rigid."

Wen Jing felt his ears burning.

"Do you want me to come in?"

"..."

Wen Jing naturally couldn't say "I want to be fucked by a man." His little hole was pinched by Jun Yanzhi and shrunk, and then slowly expanded by someone, tightly wrapped around Jun Yanzhi's fingers, not sure if it was tacit consent or something else.

Looking down, Wen Jing felt a little uncomfortable with the scars all over his body exposed in front of Jun Yanzhi.

He subconsciously turned the right side of his face towards Jun Yanzhi.

Jun Yanzhi kissed him lightly and slowly inserted two fingers. The feeling of the rotating fingers was wonderful, and there was a place that felt very comfortable when it was touched. Jun Yanzhi's strength was very good, and it was so comfortable that it made people want to ejaculate.

But he would not reject Jun Yanzhi's fingers.

The fingers in the small hole were slowly pulled out.

Jun Yanzhi sat down, hugged Wen Jing and pressed her on himself, and suddenly it changed to a state where Wen Jing sat astride his legs. Jun Yanzhi stroked his back and whispered: "You can't stretch here, sit on it yourself."

Wen Jing blushed: "Yeah."

This is the "advantage of being small"... All the advantages belong to Jun Yanzhi!

Wen Jing half-knelt on him with one hand holding the barrel wall, and with the other hand holding Jun Yanzhi's hard object, sat down inch by inch, and forced it into her little hole. Jun Yanzhi held his waist and whispered, "Don't be impatient, take your time."

"Okay."

Jun Yanzhi's penis was so thick that Wen Jing's face turned pale with pain. He finally managed to force half of it in. He was afraid that Jun Yanzhi would become soft, so he quickly touched his two soft balls and soothed him, "Does it hurt?"

Jun Yanzhi wanted to fuck him to death right now.

He half-lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Jing, and said hoarsely, "Don't move, I'll move."

Wen Jing's legs wrapped around Jun Yanzhi's waist, and his scarred buttocks were lifted up, and the thing in his back garden slowly twitched.

The feeling of pain and pleasure made him at a loss.

"Senior brother, buttocks..."

"Hmm?"

Wen Jing pushed away Jun Yanzhi's hand on his buttocks and hugged Jun Yanzhi's shoulders tightly. The narrow space can indeed stimulate people's desires more, and the sense of touch is magnified more than ten times. He was burned by fire in the Immortal Extermination Tower for three years, so his pain tolerance was naturally extraordinary. But now he couldn't help but call Jun Yanzhi's name.

"Brother..."

"Hmm?" The voice was seductive and low, with a strong desire.

"..." That thing hit in the back garden again and again, and Wen Jing lowered his head to kiss Jun Yanzhi.

"Comfortable?" Jun Yanzhi's legs were against the wall of the wooden barrel. This posture made it easier for him to straighten his waist and exert force. He kissed Wen Jing, and his waist slowly pushed forward, not too lightly or too heavily, "Do you like this?"

The thick hard object rubbed against the sensitive spot, causing a spasm.

Wen Jing closed his mouth tightly.

Jun Yanzhi adjusted his sitting position, and the private parts of the two were connected more tightly than before. He thrust his waist again, this time with great force, sending it straight to the deepest part of the back hole.

"Hmm--!" Wen Jing bit Jun Yanzhi's tongue tightly.

Bastard, bastard, bastard!

"Do you like this?"

"..."

Jun Yanzhi kissed him passionately: "This is the first time I heard you scream... Scream for me again, hm?"

He held Wen Jing's waist tightly and rammed hard again and again. Wen Jing hugged his neck tightly, unable to raise her head in embarrassment, and groaned in his shoulder.

Jun Yanzhi's hand touched Wen Jing's hard object, panting and said: "Together?"

"...Hmm."

Jun Yanzhi's speed was getting faster and faster, and suddenly his body tensed, and the attack suddenly stopped, and a stream of heat spurted out of Wen Jing's body. The thing in his hand trembled at the same time, his waist felt slightly warm, and the white liquid spread in the water.

The two hugged each other and panted slightly.

"Let's go to the bed." Jun Yanzhi kissed his chest.

"Still..." Is that not enough?

Jun Yanzhi's words were not a negotiation, but just telling him what was going to happen next. He picked up Wen Jing and stepped out of the wooden barrel. He wiped her hastily and threw her on the bed impatiently.

He buried his head in Wen Jing's waist and took the half-softened penis into his mouth.

Wen Jing's hair was soft, and the two drooping balls swayed slightly. Jun Yanzhi touched his balls with one hand, wrapped his tongue around Wen Jing's light-colored glans, and sucked it neither lightly nor heavily.

After a while, Wen Jing touched his body, and his fingers slowly explored his private parts.

"What do you want to do?"

Wen Jing said nothing, blushing as he adjusted his position and lay on Jun Yanzhi's body. He knew this position, the 69 position, which was passed on privately like crazy by boys in school before. He had seen this before.

He opened his mouth and took Jun Yanzhi's hard object in, swallowed it, and spit it out.

Jun Yanzhi's eyes were hot and he almost shed tears with emotion.

The feeling of genitals in each other's mouth was very strange. The two sucked each other for a long time and each ejaculated once. This was a completely equal position and could bring extreme pleasure, which was very different from the feeling of being entered by someone. Wen Jing didn't care who was on top and who was on the bottom. He also liked the feeling of being on the bottom. As long as they didn't play too much and it was Jun Yanzhi, he could accept it.

He had heard of beastmen before, but he couldn't handle this one.

The next two days were a mess. It

was the first time that Wen Jing realized that a bathtub like this space could be used for many things. According to Jun Yanzhi, "a spacious space has its uses, and a small space has its advantages." After taking a bath, he was carried to the bed and continued to take care of her. He was drowsy and was put in strange positions, and was attacked and possessed in various ways. He was so ashamed that he felt embarrassed just thinking about it. Jun Yanzhi refused to let him go for a moment, and even held him tightly in his arms when he was asleep, anxiously seeking his promise.

Wen Jing had suffered three years of injustice, so why wasn't he the same? It was hard to tell who was suffering more…

Two nights later, Wen Jing, exhausted physically and mentally, put on a clean new set of clothes and left the inn with Jun Yanzhi. After two days of being hammered by a pile driver, he felt like a bird that had experienced many hardships.

Although it was important to live together, it was also good to be let out and fly around in the woods.

They arrived at Li Qingran's residence one after another.

…But it was too late.

There was nothing missing in other places. Just like a few days ago, the library seemed to have been robbed by thieves. Several bookcases were knocked over, and hundreds of books were scattered all over the floor, turning into a mess.

Wen Jing squatted down and flipped through the books that fell on the ground, opened his mouth and was somewhat speechless.

The turtle ran away and was not caught.

Jun Yanzhi did not react much. With a calm demeanor, he slowly walked to a huge bookcase, ran his fingers along the books in the second row, and whispered, "Yes, it was taken away." "

What was taken away?"

"The "Thunder Sword Technique" you left for me."

Wen Jing raised his eyebrows in confusion. He actually put the real "Invisible Return to Origin Sword Technique" here?

He knew that Jun Yanzhi always had a plan for everything he did, so he didn't ask too many questions, only saying, "What should we do next?"

Jun Yanzhi said, "Do you know what happened after I escaped from the Gujing Sect that time?"

"...What happened?"

"I don't know who used my name to spread the news that the Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique was inherited by the Hengyang Palace. If anyone hides it and doesn't return it, I will kill all the people from the five major sects one by one."

"I heard about it."

Jun Yanzhi walked slowly in the library with his hands behind his back: "After that, Shuiyue Palace, Hengtian Gate, and Hongfeng Sect encountered accidents one after another. Two hundred disciples suffered minor injuries one after another, and the bleeding could not be stopped. Later, they bled to death."

"I've heard that too. You were the one who tricked Li Qingran into doing this."

Jun Yanzhi said, "I think no matter who was behind this, he was already anxious. He didn't catch me in the Ancient Mirror Sect that time, so he spread a false message, saying that if I didn't return the Invisible Returning Origin Sword Technique, he would kill all the five major sects. So when the Red Maple Sect incident came out, I forced Li Qingran and Sui Rang to put on a good show."

"After Sui Rang got drunk, he spilled the beans in front of everyone, and you forced Li Qingran to flee, creating the illusion that he had something to hide. If that person really cared about the Five Elements Sword Technique, he would have sent someone to take a look even if he thought it was a fraud."

Jun Yanzhi nodded: "Give him a taste of his own medicine."

Wen Jing frowned: "That person worked so hard to do so much, just for a legacy?"

Jun Yanzhi turned his back to him: "I haven't figured it out all these years. Except for my direct descendants, no one knows about the existence of the two sets of legacy in my Hengyang Palace. How did they get out back then?"

"..."

"Two days ago, you told me what happened in the Immortal Exorcist Tower, and I suddenly had a weird idea."

"What do you think?"

Jun Yanzhi looked at him and sighed softly: "The Immortal Extermination Tower is a magic weapon left by the ancestor Qingxu, but after hearing what you said just now, I feel that the little flame is not here to kill people, but to accompany you in sword practice."

"Yes, it does feel that way."

"If someone else enters the Immortal Extermination Tower, the Samadhi True Fire will definitely burn him to death. Why would it just accompany you in sword practice?" Jun Yanzhi glanced at him and continued, "I remember saying that when the first level of the inheritance of the Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique appeared in your mind, the flame that was about to burn you to death retreated."

"Yes."

Jun Yanzhi turned his head to look at the sword in his hand and sighed softly: "Maybe, that little flame mistook you for the ancestor Qingxu."

Wen Jing was stunned for a moment: "Why do you say?"

"The sword in your hand is the precious sword Suxin of the Qingxu Patriarch. It examined it carefully at that time."

"Yes."

"What if the Five Elements Guiyuan Sword Technique is related to the Qingxu Patriarch?"

"What do you mean?" Wen Jing was a little confused.

Jun Yanzhi said bitterly: "Perhaps, the Zhuxian Tower was the place where the Qingxu Patriarch practiced the first level of the Five Elements Guiyuan Sword Technique, 'Rebirth from the Ashes of Fire'. It is not a magic weapon to kill people at all, but the place where he practiced swordsmanship in seclusion."

Wen Jing stared at him closely, and suddenly realized: "You are guessing that the Five Elements Guiyuan Sword Technique is the inheritance of the Qingxu Patriarch! When I have the first level of its inheritance and the Suxin Sword in my hand, the ball of fire mistook me?"

This can really explain everything!

Jun Yanzhi seemed to be thinking about something, and said to himself: "If this is true, the Five Elements Return to Origin Sword Technique is the inheritance of the Qingxu Sword Sect, and it is understandable that he wants to take it back. But why did he frame Duan Xuan?"

Wen Jing asked anxiously: "Who framed Master?"