"I don't know, it should be someone from the Qingxu Sword Sect." Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and thought for a while, "I'm just guessing... Hengyang Palace has a history of more than 2,000 years, and there is no origin or record of the "Five Elements Guiyuan Sword Technique", so I am a little suspicious. In fact, there is no evidence at all."

Wen Jing suddenly remembered something and asked: "Your real name is Changsun Shaoyi, how did you get this surname?"

Jun Yanzhi also frowned: "I have wanted to ask you for a long time, how did you know the surname 'Changsun'?"

Wen Jing thought , they were already so close to each other, there was no need to hide anything, so she said: "My life experience is a bit strange, if I tell you, don't think I'm imagining things."

Jun Yanzhi smiled: "Yeah."

Wen Jing thought for a while and said: "It will take several hours to talk about this, why don't we go back and sit down and talk."

Jun Yanzhi smiled and took his hand: "Let's go!"

The two returned to the inn in less than a moment. Jun Yanzhi asked the waiter to bring a pot of wine and a few dishes, and drank with Wen Jing in the room. Wen Jing didn't drink very often, so he declined a few times. Jun Yanzhi said calmly: "If you don't drink, I'll feed you."

Wen Jing blushed.

After a few drinks, Wen Jing pulled his collar down, a little tipsy: "What I want to say is really incredible, brother, don't treat me as an alien after listening to it."

"Well, I won't treat you as an alien, you tell me."

Wen Jing told Jun Yanzhi everything that happened from childhood to adulthood. When talking about the scene of stabbing Jun Yanzhi, Wen Jing felt regretful, but was afraid of bringing up his sad memories, so he hesitated and couldn't continue.

Seeing him lower his head and his voice getting more and more choked, Jun Yanzhi immediately hugged him coquettishly: "At that time, you were seduced and misunderstood me, and stabbed me with a sword. The fault is not entirely on you." Wen

Jing pursed her lips and nodded, her face pale and said: "My whole life..."

Wen Jing was full of Wen Xiang's embrace, and she felt so guilty. How could Jun Yanzhi bear his look of "I can't wait to compensate you well, and I'm willing to do whatever you want"? So he didn't listen to the rest of the story for the time being, and gently took off his clothes and said: "Since we are going to be together, there are plenty of opportunities to compensate."

Wen Jing nodded with tears in her eyes, and was naturally pressed by him, and they did it again.

Late at night.

Jun Yanzhi held the sleeping Wen Jing in his arms and gently stroked the scars on his body.

He had had countless dreams like this over the years, but when he woke up, they were all empty.

Now that he had regained his lost possession, he was certainly overjoyed, but every time he saw these scars, he would think of the suffering Wen Jing had endured, and he felt pain from the bottom of his heart, so wronged that he wanted to cry.

Moreover, the scars caused by the Samadhi True Fire could not be repaired with his current abilities.

It would be fine if Wen Jing didn't care, but he didn't say it, but he was not necessarily so carefree in his heart. Even when he fell asleep, he subconsciously buried his left face in the pillow and quilt to cover it, leaving only the unharmed right face exposed. When the two of them were making love, Wen Jing didn't like to light candles, and he always subconsciously lowered his head and leaned to the side, not wanting Jun Yanzhi to see his ruined appearance.

This was clearly a bit of inferiority complex, which made Jun Yanzhi so distressed that he couldn't say it out loud.

A warm hand was raised to touch Jun Yanzhi's face. Wen Jing half-opened his eyes sleepily: "Brother... why are you crying?"

Jun Yanzhi hurriedly hugged him tightly and whispered: "Did I wake you up?"

"No, I've slept enough." Wen Jing wiped the tears from Jun Yanzhi's cheeks and comforted him softly, "We should be happy that we can be together in the future, don't cry, brother."

"Well... I know." Jun Yanzhi gently grabbed his hand, "What do you want to do next? I'll accompany you."

Wen Jing was speechless and reminded: "Brother, have you forgotten... someone is still chasing us."

Jun Yanzhi pondered for a moment, and whispered: "That person only got half of the inheritance, and he will be furious. I am the only heir of Hengyang Palace, he will think that I have already got the first half of the inheritance. What do you think he will do?"

"I don't know..."

"He used you as bait two years ago, and he was able to do such a thing. Who do you think he will attack now?"

Wen Jing "flopped" and half sat up.

"Huishi Peak!"

"Don't worry... Master has already prepared everything." Jun Yanzhi whispered in Wen Jing's ear, "We will slowly go to Qingxu Sword Sect, don't be too anxious, just wait for Master to get the news, and then we can..."

The voice became lower and lower, and his lips gently touched his earlobe.

Wen Jing was a little nervous. Although the master was a Jindan cultivator, the cultivation level of the brothers in Huishi Peak was not high, and that person seemed to be a blood cultivator with profound Taoism...

But since Jun Yanzhi said that they were well prepared, it must be foolproof?

Who on earth is that person!

Wen Jing recalled what they had not finished saying during the day: "Brother, you haven't told me yet what the story behind your surname Changsun is?"

Jun Yanzhi frowned and said, "My father once mentioned that our ancestor's original surname was Changsun, but later changed it to Yun to seek refuge. I am the young palace master of Hengyang Palace, a direct descendant, and that's why I was told my original surname. Even my mother and sister didn't know about this." "

Seeking refuge... I don't know what refuge..."

"If Hengyang Palace really originated from Qingxu Sword Sect, it must have been two or three thousand years ago. At that time, Taoist Kumu governed Qingxu Sword Sect, and it was at its peak of prosperity. There was no news of any disputes or splits."

Splits... disputes...

Wen Jing lowered his head and muttered to himself: "...Qingxu liked quietness all his life. He had only fifteen disciples, each occupying a peak in Xunyang. After the eldest disciple Taoist Kumu entered the Jindan stage, The cave was closed and closed. The rest of the lineages were unable to form the elixir, or died young, or died in the fight. In the past few hundred years, most of the disciples were mediocre, and none of them could take on the important task. Instead, they fought to the death over the several sets of ancient scrolls left by Qingxuzi, and harmed their fellow disciples. Among them, the Hongxiufeng lineage was framed and forced to leave, and took away the two sets of ancient scrolls left by Qingxuzi..."

Two ancient scrolls!

Jun Yanzhi raised his eyebrows: "...Is this written in the book you mentioned?"

"Hmm..." Wen Jing guessed in a low voice, "You said, the two sets of ancient scrolls inherited from Hengyang Palace, could they be the two sets taken away by the master of Hongxiu Peak more than three thousand years ago?"

"What was the name of the master of Hongxiu Peak back then?"

"I don't know."

"If his last name is Changsun--"

There was a "dong dong dong" sound suddenly from the door, like a hard stone knocking on the door fiercely.

"Who?" Wen Jing narrowed his eyes.

Jun Yanzhi stroked his hair: "... a big turtle."

Wen Jing quickly got out of bed and opened the door. It was indeed a big black turtle that crawled over from the side, lying tightly at the door, gently squirming and turning around, seeming a little at a loss.

Wen Jing quickly picked it up and returned to the bed: "What's wrong? Why are you so nervous?"

Jun Yanzhi half sat up and looked down at it: "It has become smarter in recent years. It seems that its intelligence is about to be awakened."

"Is there danger nearby? Did it sense it?"

Jun Yanzhi said lightly: "The only time it is more sensitive than me is when it snatches food from me." Then he felt that it was a bit unfair, and said unwillingly: "...occasionally it senses your presence earlier than me. Don't worry, when the intelligence slowly opens up, there are always some panic and helpless reactions."

Wen Jing gave it a calming spell, and the big turtle really calmed down slowly and lay docilely in Wen Jing's arms.

"Are you still tired? Do you want to sleep?" Jun Yanzhi gently held Wen Jing's waist, "We'll stay here for another night and set off tomorrow morning. You should have a good rest first."

"Senior brother has the final say."

Wen

Jing finally fell asleep again, with half of his face still pressed on the pillow. Jun Yanzhi turned him over gently, held him in his arms, and blew a breath on Wen Jing's face.

Wen Jing's head drooped and he slept even more deeply.

The big turtle next to him moved its head uncomfortably, looked at Jun Yanzhi blankly, and slowly crawled to the edge of the bed.

Jun Yanzhi calmly put it under the bed.

A white light flashed in his hand, and it gently fell on Wen Jing's left face, stroking his injured cheek. The spiritual energy slowly penetrated and soothed along the wound, extending to Wen Jing's skin and blood.

Even though he knew there was little hope, he still wanted to treat it.

Jun Yanzhi held him motionlessly for eight hours, and finally he was exhausted and his spiritual energy was depleted, and he slowly half-sat up. With his current cultivation level, it was indeed impossible to heal the damage caused by the Lianxu magic weapon.

The big turtle didn't know where it crawled to, but the storage bag on the ground made a rustling sound, as if something was trying to get out and was trapped by something, and it was very anxious.

Jun Yanzhi slowly got off the bed and opened the storage bag. He saw a jade slip in the big turtle's mouth. Its legs were entangled by some rope. It looked at Jun Yanzhi pitifully and kicked its legs randomly.

Jun Yanzhi took the big turtle out and untied it. It was the first time he had seen a thief who could tie himself up while stealing. It might take some time for its spiritual intelligence to be awakened... I guess.

He took the jade slip out of the big turtle's mouth and scolded it: "Don't steal things in the future--"

Suddenly, the last trace of spiritual energy in the body leaked into the jade slip.

Unexpectedly, the jade slip showed a soft light of light green, and lines of words suddenly appeared on the jade slip!

Jun Yanzhi was stunned. Is this jade slip for him?

The characters on the jade slip were handwritten, and a little sloppy. It was obvious that the writer was in a bad mood.

"If you don't become an immortal in this life, I will make you fall into eternal damnation."

Jun Yanzhi's eyelashes fluttered, and he continued to read with concentration.

The jade slip contained a set of wood healing techniques, and it was unknown what effect it had. After that, he wrote a long paragraph of sloppy words, nonsense, and seemed to be telling a story that had nothing to do with him and was a long-standing sorrow.

"Qingxuzi sometimes suffered from burns after practicing swordsmanship in the Zhuxian Tower. This technique can be used to heal his injuries. During the practice of this technique, you must calm down and recuperate, and you are not allowed to have sex or have sexual thoughts, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain..."

After a long time,

a slender figure slowly stood up from the cold ground and put the jade slip back into the storage bag. He returned to the bed and lay down, holding Wen Jing in his arms like a treasure, and whispered: "Wait, I will heal you..."