The next morning, the two of them hurried on their way, one after the other, without saying a word.
Wen Jing didn't dislike Jun Yanzhi's frigid personality at all. When he was a kid and followed him around, he looked so elegant and soaring above the sky. Not only was he familiar with him, he also liked him very much.
But for some reason, he didn't want to talk to Jun Yanzhi now.
He didn't know what was going on now... Was this a cold war?
At night, Jun Yanzhi found a clean cave to rest, turned his back to Wen Jing and took off his coat. Wen Jing took out the big turtle that had been in the storage bag for a day, fed it, and ventilated it. The big turtle had slept for a day, and was full of energy as it crawled around in the cave.
Jun Yanzhi came over silently.
"Junior brother..." The furry head rested on Wen Jing's shoulder, and two long arms hugged him from behind.
"What are you going to do?"
Small kisses slid along the neck to the earlobe, and then kissed his hair and cheeks, as if he was a little emotional. Wen Jing was a little breathless, but being kissed so gently by him, his mood was relieved a lot, and he slowly turned the right half of his face to the side.
Jun Yanzhi immediately kissed his lips from behind.
The two adjusted their postures, hugged each other tightly, and were a little out of control.
Wen Jing only felt that his cheeks were getting hot, and his head was getting more and more dizzy. He gently untied Jun Yanzhi's belt in a daze, and his fingers slowly slid down his smooth waist and abdomen, his heart pounding: "Brother..."
Suddenly, Jun Yanzhi grabbed his hand, and he dared not look into his eyes with some guilt, and gently pushed him away: "Brother, it's getting late, you should rest first."
Wen Jing exploded instantly!
He stared coldly at Jun Yanzhi who was bowing his head, and his lips became tighter and tighter: "Brother... No matter how good my temper is, I can't let you play with me again and again. Next time, you... You will bear the consequences yourself."
Jun Yanzhi was originally bowing his head in guilt, but when he heard Wen Jing's words, he immediately raised his head and looked at him with interest: "What did you say?" You
will bear the consequences yourself?
Wen Jing felt guilty when he looked down upon her. He clenched his fist and said, "I am a man too. If you dare to do this again, you will bear the consequences."
Even if he was disfigured, this kind of thing could not be tolerated!
Jun Yanzhi stretched out his long arm and pulled him into his arms. He tore off his clothes without saying anything. His right hand went straight to Huanglong, reached into his pants and grabbed and caressed him, but his tone was as calm and calm as usual: "Junior brother, you are a little shy by nature, and you are not suitable for doing that kind of thing, huh? You will bear the consequences? When did you learn to say such things?"
The voice became lower and lower, and the warm breath with unbearable words spit into Wen Jing's ears, making him blush instantly.
This beast in human clothing, he did it on purpose...
Jun Yanzhi's voice was devoid of lust, and even his clothes were neatly arranged. Wen Jing had never heard him speak so directly before. His whole body was burning with heat, and he struggled to get rid of his clothes and said hastily, "Jun Yanzhi, you wait!"
While saying this harsh word, he jumped on one foot and hurriedly pulled up his pants to put them on.
Jun Yanzhi bit his lip. Wen Jing was lovable when he was obedient and docile, but now his appearance of wanting to resist was even more touching, making his blood boil, and he was inexplicably looking forward to it.
He smiled and said, "I'll wait."
Wen Jing picked up the big turtle that was curled up in the corner, not knowing what was going on, and rushed out of the cave like a gust of wind. The
two
officially entered the cold war period.
The cold war is only about emotions, but the things that need to be discussed cannot be delayed.
Jun Yanzhi said softly: "You have been rushing for a whole day. Are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?" "
... Not tired." Wen Jing hung his head and sighed. They asked about each other's well-being after a short while. How could there be any cold war atmosphere? The anger in his heart was worn away.
He changed the topic and asked: "Senior brother, have you met with other senior brothers in the past few years?"
Jun Yanzhi showed a trace of embarrassment: "... I have met them a few times."
"That's good. You have lived with them since you were a child, and you must miss them very much. The senior brothers have a deep relationship with you, and they will definitely not embarrass you."
Jun Yanzhi pursed his lips tightly.
Wen Jing glanced at him and felt that Jun Yanzhi was a little strange, so he asked, "Brother, why don't you talk? Has anything happened in the past few years?"
Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and said nothing.
Wen Jing asked for a long time, but Jun Yanzhi kept his mouth shut like a clam, and he couldn't get a word out of him, so he comforted him, "No matter what happened, it's all in the past, don't think about it anymore."
Jun Yanzhi's eyelashes moved, and he gently covered him, "Anyway, I'm going back for you now..."
Wen Jing's eyelids jumped, "Huishi Peak is also your home." Don't say such stupid things!
The two of them rushed on the road for another three days and finally arrived at the border of Xunyang Mountains.
Wen Jing looked at the endless mountains, his heart surging with excitement and filled with endless nostalgia and emotion. He said, "I hope I won't have to leave again this time."
Jun Yanzhi had a complicated expression and said nothing.
"Haven't you heard from Master yet?"
"No." Jun Yanzhi seemed to be thinking about something, and whispered to himself, "If I go back now, I'm afraid I'll fall into his trap. If that person's goal is the Five Elements Guiyuan Sword Technique, he will definitely take the lives of Master and others at my expense."
Wen Jing was a little uneasy: "That person once framed Master, and wanted you to misunderstand Master as the enemy who destroyed the clan, which means that he has a grudge against him. Do you think something has happened?"
"If Master has already been in trouble, he should have tried every means to lure me out."
Wen Jing said again: "What we are afraid of is the Zhuxian Tower in Xi Fang's hands. Is there any way to steal that tower?"
Jun Yanzhi glanced at him, pursed his lips and said: "In recent years, Xi Fang has guarded the Zhuxian Tower very strictly. I have tried many times, but every time I have returned empty-handed."
"Why did you steal the tower..." Wen Jing said halfway, then lowered his head and closed his mouth. He must have been extremely anxious for the past few years, and he actually went to steal the tower several times. It was really pitiful to think about it.
Jun Yanzhi nodded: "The only person I am afraid of is Xi Fang. It's just that he is always in the tower now, and there is no way to subdue him."
Wen Jing sighed: "Compared to Zhao Ningtian, Shao Jun, and Lu Changqing, Xi Fang has always taken the best care of Huishi Peak and Master, and he saved your life that year... Didn't they say that the man had a grudge against Master? Otherwise, why did he frame Master and let you almost kill him?"
"I can't figure out what kind of hatred this man had with my master."
Wen Jing said thoughtfully: "Brother Jun, there is something I find strange, but I have been anxious to find you recently, so I didn't think about it carefully. Have you heard that Sect Master Xi has to leave the Sword Sect for a few days every year to pay homage to the family?"
"I have heard of it."
"Oh?"
Jun Yanzhi said: "When I first heard about this, I also thought it was strange and secretly followed him once. He went alone without any followers. He did enter the Xi family's tomb mountain and came out after three days. There is nothing strange..."
Speaking of this, he frowned again: "Three days..."
Wen Jing said: "What ancestors do you need to worship for three days? The Xi family's sacrificial activities are only one day, right?"
"That's right."
"What should we do now?"
Jun Yanzhi paced and pondered for a while, and suddenly took Wen Jing's hand: "Let's go! Let's take a look."
"Can we enter someone's cemetery without permission? Isn't it guarded by formations and barriers..."
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The Xi family cemetery is a hundred miles east of the Xunyang Mountains, and can be reached in less than half a day. This place was originally called Zhulian Mountain. There is a big mountain on the left that looks like a human face looking up at the sky, and a big mountain on the right has a thousand-foot water curtain. A gem in the middle connects the two mountains. The beautiful mountains and waters are really a rare Feng Shui treasure. So this place was favored by the Xi family thousands of years ago, and a barrier was set up, and it has been used to bury ancestors for generations.
Zhulian Mountain is green and beautiful, and the beauty is stunning. There is no gloomy atmosphere at all, but it makes people feel at ease.
Jun Yanzhi and Wen Jing stood at the foot of the mountain, pointing to a palace on the mountain and said, "There are formations around the palace, and neither you nor I can enter. The Xi family's mausoleums for thousands of years have been built on this mountain. Only the Jindan cultivators and above will have a special mausoleum built. The rest of the clan members are just a coffin and a stone tablet."
"This mountain has a barrier, how can we get in?"
Jun Yanzhi smiled faintly, took out a box from the storage bag and opened it. Suddenly, dozens of small black dots flew in the air and quickly rushed forward. Only one was swaying in the air, seemingly unable to find the north.
Wen Jing quickly grabbed the slow-reacting small black dot in his hand: "Isn't this the mosquito that saved me that year?"
The mosquito struggled in fear, as if it could no longer recognize Wen Jing and didn't know why it was caught again.
"This is the one that released you from the barrier."
Wen Jing couldn't help but sigh, letting go of the black spot in his hand: "So you have so many mosquitoes."
"Back then, they were the ones who took my blood and mixed it with other people to drink." Jun Yanzhi glanced at Xuantian Mosquito indifferently, "These little things are cautious and rarely make mistakes. So, after Mo Shaoyan, He Ling, and Master got into trouble, I never understood what went wrong."
Wen Jing immediately shut up. As he was talking, he talked about sad things again. There were really mines everywhere, and any step on it would blow you to pieces.
After a long time, the barrier was finally pierced with a big hole, barely enough for people to get in.
Jun Yanzhi took Wen Jing and stepped into Zhulian Mountain: "Shall we check separately?"
"Yes, I'll go to the back mountain."
It was a sunny day with no clouds in the sky. The green all over the mountains was blown by the mountain wind, surging like waves on the sea, and the green waves were angry, which made people feel relieved.
The little bird landed on the tombstone covered with moss and weeds, shaking its feathers, and pecked at a small white flower growing between the cracks of the stone tablet, chirping. Some of the stone tablets are very old and have long been incomplete, but they are not scary. They just make people feel a little sad, as if the dead are gone.
It seems that what those tombstones left behind is not desolate and lonely, but the peace and warmth of dust returning to dust and earth returning to earth, finally blending with nature.
Wen Jing flew slowly in the mountains, silently reciting the words on the stone tablet.
"Xi Rong, Xi Pu, Xi Shaotian... There's nothing strange about them..."
Not far away there was a well-built cemetery, surrounded by green trees. It seemed very new, with only a few decades of history. Wen Jing looked at the inscription on the entrance of the cemetery, his heart sank, and he quickly flew forward.
"The tomb of Xi Fang, the 48th generation descendant and the sixth generation leader of the Qingxu Sword Sect."
Xi Fang's own tomb!
Wen Jing summoned Jun Yanzhi with the art of voice transmission: "I actually found Xi Fang's cemetery. Bring all the mosquitoes here."
This was really a bit weird. People who practice immortality are most afraid of people saying that they will die early. How come Xi Fang built the cemetery so early?
No one was buried in the cemetery yet, so usually there was no formation. There was only a barrier to prevent people from entering. Wen Jing took a cautious step forward, and suddenly, a surge of spiritual energy turned into a blade and stabbed at him!
There was actually a formation here!
Wen Jing was shocked, and hurriedly drew out the Suxin Sword and swung it fiercely. Red light flowed, and dozens of spiritual blades suddenly seemed to be on fire, making "puff" and "puff" sounds, and were scattered by the sword energy and fell to the ground.
However, a spiritual blade also stabbed Wen Jing, and blood flowed out.
Jun Yanzhi landed behind him and said, "Xi Fang has set up a formation of ten thousand blades."
Wen Jing pulled out the spiritual blade on his shoulder with one hand and frowned, "Brother, can you crack it?"
"It's not difficult to crack it, but I'm afraid Xi Fang will find out. It's better to just break in like this." Jun Yanzhi looked at Wen Jing and whispered, "Come and hug me."
Wen Jing: "..." Hug your mother's ass.
Dozens of mosquitoes were like a small black cloud flying around the barrier. Not long after, another hole was broken in the barrier. According to Jun Yanzhi's instructions, two people who were tightly surrounded could enter.
Jun Yanzhi said, "Come and hug me."
Wen Jing looked at him angrily.
Now is the critical moment to compete with him for status. If he lets me pass, I will pass? Then won't I be eaten by him in the future? He also imitated Jun Yanzhi's indifferent expression: "You come and hold me."
"..."
The two of them were officially in a stalemate.
For a while, only the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind could be heard.
Wen Jing didn't care who was on top and who was on the bottom, let alone who held who, but this man actually ran away after lighting the fire several times, which made people unbearable. He must be taught a lesson and let him know the rules.
Jun Yanzhi whispered: "You come and hold me first, and when you come out later, I will hold you."
Wen Jing thought that the two of them were here to do something serious, and it was wrong to waste time. Did they have to make a fuss all day just to save face? Besides, Jun Yanzhi's words were reasonable, so he nodded and agreed: "You keep your word."
He took a few steps forward, hugged Jun Yanzhi's waist tightly, and said with half-closed eyes: "When you come out, you have to hold me like a little bird."
Jun Yanzhi nodded and smiled: "If necessary, I will not break my promise."
A ball of spiritual energy immediately surrounded Wen Jing.
Jun Yanzhi's cultivation was indeed beyond Wen Jing's imagination. He hugged Jun Yanzhi and rushed into the cemetery at a high speed. He only heard fierce and clanging knocks from all around, but was blocked by this ball of spiritual energy and could not penetrate.
Finally, the aura gradually dissipated, and an elegant courtyard fell into the sight of the two.
Wen Jing stared blankly at the scene in the courtyard, his hair stood on end, a sense of horror and weirdness spread all over his body, and he said in a hoarse voice: "How could this be? This is clearly..."
Jun Yanzhi was slightly stunned, and his face suddenly became gloomy.
He never dreamed that this courtyard would be arranged like this.