There were several ancient trees scattered in the courtyard. Bluestone tables and chairs were cool under the shade of the trees. On them was a broken board. Dozens of centuries-old spiritual herbs were planted around them. In the corner of the wall, there was a spring, which was built into the shape of a gourd, and the sound of water was gurgling. This

scene was not only not scary, but also very familiar. Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi had lived in Huishi Peak for many years and had seen it more than once. This was the scene at the door of Lu Zhen, which was 70% similar. Wen Jing wiped his face and looked at the tall room more than ten feet away: "Brother, do you have a strange feeling? I have a sense of déjà vu that I will see my master coming out soon." Jun Yanzhi didn't know what "déjà vu" was, but he also understood what Wen Jing meant. Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi had seen Duan Xuan slowly walking out of Lu Zhen's stone house several times. In other words, even Wen Jing felt that this place looked very much like the residence of the master of Huishi Peak! Jun Yanzhi said, "Go in and take a look." "Be careful." Jun Yanzhi protected Wen Jing behind him, walked slowly to the front door of the main house, and looked out through the window. Wen Jing looked around like a hunting leopard, afraid of any accidents, and whispered, "What did you see?" Jun Yanzhi frowned and gently opened the door. "Brother, be careful!" With a "creak", the door opened. The surroundings were quiet and peaceful, with only the sound of flowing spring water. The room seemed to be occupied. The bed was neatly made, and everything from the bookcase to the table and chairs was wiped clean. Teacups and tea bowls were placed on the table, and there was a half-read book next to them. Wen Jing couldn't help but wipe his forehead and whispered, "Brother, this place looks..." Jun Yanzhi nodded slightly, "Yes, this is Master Lu's room." Wen Jing stopped talking. Xi Fang, this pervert. This room is decorated to be 90% like Lu Zhen's room. If Duan Xuan hadn't kept it the same as it was, they wouldn't have recognized it so easily. "He comes here to stay for three days every year. Could it be that it's just for..." The more he talked, the creepier he got. Wen Jing murmured, "Don't tell me that Master Lu's body is also here." Binglian and the like, the taste is a bit strong. This is just like bestiality, SM, etc., Wen Jing cannot accept it. Jun Yanzhi slowly walked to the back door, thinking about something without saying a word. He gently opened the back door, and saw an elegant and quiet small courtyard, with ancient trees covering the sky, flowers in full bloom, and a stone tablet that looked more than ten years old, with a few simple words written on it. "The Tomb of Junior Brother Lu Zhen." No background, no status, no other identity, "Junior Brother Lu Zhen", this is the Grandmaster Lu in Xi Fang's eyes. Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi were both silent. The mountain breeze blew, and the leaves swayed gently in the wind, breaking up the early summer sunshine into swaying halos, which occasionally passed over Wen Jing's face. Wen Jing whispered, "Grandmaster Lu...how did he die?" Jun Yanzhi held Wen Jing's hand tightly, turned his head and looked at him for a while, his eyes full of emotions, as if he had thousands of words to say, but didn't know how to start. He kissed Wen Jing on the forehead and whispered, "I am only glad that you are still by my side." Wen Jing was a little embarrassed. Such corny love words should only be thought about in the heart, it is embarrassing to say them out loud. He reached out and gently touched Jun Yanzhi's waist. If you really cherish him so much, shouldn't you take some practical actions? Jun Yanzhi pushed his hand away and whispered, "Be more serious in front of Grandmaster Lu." Wen Jing touched his nose aggrievedly. Oh, Senior Brother has really become a celestial being with frigidity... Jun Yanzhi said, "We shouldn't stay here for long. Let's go out and talk." "Okay." The two of them carefully searched the place again. In addition to all kinds of daily necessities, even the books they read when they had nothing to do were replaced with new ones, and they were all chess manuals. The person who cleaned up seemed very attentive. "Did you find anything?" Since the tombstone is in the backyard, there shouldn't be any corpses. "No... Let's go." The two of them came to the exit of the Ten Thousand Blades Array, feeling a little heavy. Wen Jing changed his mind and looked at him with a smile. Senior Brother, come and hug me like a little bird! Jun Yanzhi walked up to him and hugged his waist calmly. Wen Jing whispered, "This is not the right way to hold me. You need to be gentler and put your head on my shoulder..." Jun Yanzhi lifted his waist and said, "Let's go." "..." Lied to him again! The two were surrounded by a group of spiritual energy and flew towards the Ten Thousand Blades Array. The sound of spiritual blades exploding all around was heard all the way. Jun Yanzhi held Wen Jing tightly in his arms and waited until everything was calm before putting him on the grass outside the mausoleum. Wen Jing lowered his head and clasped Jun Yanzhi's waist tightly. Jun Yanzhi glanced at him, gently pulled his hand, and quickly moved away. The two were half a foot apart and could not reach each other. Wen Jing subconsciously touched the left side of his cheek, and glanced at Jun Yanzhi who was hanging his head. He didn't know why he felt a little sad, and thought: It seems that Senior Brother Jun has returned to his original nature and wants to cultivate himself and pay attention to the spiritual level. He has to... too... well... this is better than starting a fire and running away. Wen Jing asked again: "Brother, do you know how Master Lu died?" Jun Yanzhi stepped forward and took his hand: "Let's get out of Zhulian Mountain first." "Okay." The way down the mountain was very easy to walk. As the sun set, the two of them had already arrived at the foot of Zhulian Mountain. Jun Yanzhi counted the small black dots lining up to enter a jade box covered with small grids: "Fifty-one, fifty-two..." The last mosquito was buzzing around, but was caught in Wen Jing's hand. It was so scared that its wings softened and its body trembled. Wen Jing said: "Give me the one with a problem in the brain." Jun Yanzhi closed the jade box: "Xuantian Mosquito has a bad memory, and this one reacts slowly. I'm afraid it has forgotten you a long time ago. Let it suck a mouthful of blood and see if it remembers." Wen Jing hurriedly did as he was told. The mosquito sucked the blood tremblingly. After eating and drinking, it seemed to have finally made some impression on Wen Jing. As expected, it calmed down and landed on Wen Jing's shoulder with its big round belly. Jun Yanzhi handed him a jade box: "This is the environment of the extremely cold land in the north. Let it stay in it if you have nothing to do. Otherwise, it will damage its cultivation."

Wen Jing quickly opened the jade box, and the mosquito flew in slowly.

"Brother, is it easy to catch the Xuantian mosquito? When did you go to the north?"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and put the jade box into the storage bag: "When you were fifteen years old and practiced swordsmanship in seclusion, I planned revenge and went to the extremely cold land in the north to catch some. These mosquitoes are cautious by nature and can avoid being seen by people. They are indispensable tools."

"Hmm..." Wen Jing sighed in his heart, and changed the subject, "Brother, do you know anything about Grandmaster Lu?"

Jun Yanzhi pondered for a moment: "My master once told me about a past event. Do you want to hear about it?"

Nonsense!

Wen Jing asked, "What past events?"

"Let's talk as we walk."

Jun Yanzhi pulled Wen Jing up and flew slowly, his long hair fluttering in the wind. He said thoughtfully, "Although magic cultivation is not popular in my Zhufeng Kingdom, the neighboring Xiyan Kingdom and Xiutian Kingdom both have magic cults, where magic cultivation and Taoist cultivation coexist. Have you heard of this?"

"Yes."

"Several decades ago, Xiyan Kingdom sent a Jindan-stage magic cultivator named Fu Xiu, holding a Yuanying-stage magic weapon 'Blood Recruiting Flag', to Zhufeng Kingdom to recruit people and horses, hoping to expand its influence and establish a magic cult here. At that time, many Taoists who had reached the bottleneck of their cultivation were bewitched by him, and they practiced magic in secret, and gradually had hundreds of followers."

"Then what?"

"When our master was young, there was a period of time when he was in a particularly bad mood. He killed too many people and gradually showed some signs of being possessed by a demon. When he went down the mountain to wander around, he accidentally met Fu Xiu. Seeing that our master had the talent for spiritual cultivation, Fu Xiu took care of him and told him that as long as he used the technique of spiritual cultivation to guide the inner demon, he would no longer be troubled by the inner demon."

"Well..." Wen Jing nodded.

This was half true and half a lie. Becoming a demon is the same as becoming an immortal. Both can lead to immortality, but during cultivation, one can become insane at any time. Jun Yanzhi is an example.

"Master was disheartened and a little resentful at the time, so he agreed to Fu Xiu's request to learn the technique of demon cultivation."

"Master actually agreed to practice demon cultivation?"

Wen Jing felt that Jun Yanzhi seemed to be hiding something. Why was the master in a bad mood, frustrated, and resentful?

Jun Yanzhi paused for a moment when he said this: "When he went back to see Grandmaster Lu, he told him everything about Fu Xiu and said that he wanted to sever the master-disciple relationship with Grandmaster Lu."

Wen Jing was stunned: "How is it possible? The master has deep feelings for Grandmaster Lu, how could he just sever the relationship?"

Jun Yanzhi glanced at him indifferently: "This is what the master told me in person. As for what happened at that time, I don't know."

"What happened after that?" Wen Jing felt as if he was in the clouds.

Jun Yanzhi said calmly: "Grandmaster Lu was worried that Master had gone astray, and he was very worried. He talked with him all night long, and finally persuaded Master to return to the right path."

Even if Wen Jing was thick-skinned, he still found this strange, and frowned and asked: "Then what happened?"

"Master wrote a letter to inform Fu Xiu that his inner demons had been eliminated and he no longer needed to practice the art of demon cultivation. Since ancient times, Taoism and demons have been incompatible, and they will not intersect in the future, so let's stop there." "

What happened next?"

"Fu Xiu wrote to him, hoping he would keep his promise and from then on they would not interfere with each other. Fu Xiu's power was still small at that time, and he did not dare to bully the Qingxu Sword Sect easily. Master thought the matter was over, and was anxious to improve his cultivation, so he followed Grandmaster Lu's instructions and went into seclusion to form the elixir. Unexpectedly, a year later when he succeeded in forming the elixir and came out of seclusion in high spirits, Grandmaster Lu had already died."

"How did he die?" This must be the key!

"The way Grandmaster Lu died was somewhat special. Except for Master, others only knew that he was killed by the evil cultivator, but did not know the details. After Grandmaster Lu was bewitched by the evil cultivator, he knew that no one in the world could save him, so he locked himself in his room for more than three months, recording every detail and leaving it in a jade slip. His body was discovered by Master himself. By that time, his spiritual energy had long since disappeared, his body had decayed, and only a pile of dry bones remained. Master recognized the way he recorded his death, which was caused by Fu Xiu's blood-attracting flag."

"Grandmaster Lu was killed by Fu Xiu!"

"Yes, Master thinks so too."

"How does the blood-attracting flag kill people?"

"It was the same as the death of several disciples of major sects in recent years. They had minor wounds on their bodies, could not stop the bleeding, and slowly bled to death."

Wen Jing suddenly realized: "What happened in the past few years turned out to be due to the blood-attracting flag? Could it be that all the things in the past few years were done by Fu Xiu?"

"Just listen to me."

"Yes."

"Master buried Grandmaster Lu in the back mountain, guarded it for a night, and then took up his sword to seek revenge on Fu Xiu. He searched for several places where Fu Xiu had appeared, investigated openly and secretly, but what he found was a corpse. Fu Xiu was killed earlier, and the body had only been dead for one or two days, and the blood-attracting flag beside him was gone."

"..."

"After that, the tragic case of Hengyang Palace happened."

"It turned out to be like this... Where is Master?"

"After Fu Xiu died, Master was filled with hatred that couldn't be vented. Every time he thought of the fact that Grandmaster Lu's death was caused by him, he had some signs of being possessed by a demon. However, Grandmaster Lu instructed him in the jade slip to take care of Huishi Peak and not to commit suicide or become depressed. Master didn't dare to disobey Master's orders and accepted the position of Peak Master."

"Grandmaster Lu asked him to take care of Huishi Peak so that he would have something to do and not have any wild thoughts. Master has been practicing in seclusion all these years just for..."

"After Grandmaster Lu died, his inner demons gradually arose, so he often practiced in seclusion. His inner demons are weaker than mine and can only cause himself pain. They can be controlled when suppressed, and so... more than ten years have passed like this."

The guilt in his heart turned out to be caused by this. According to the self-evaluation of "deserving to be eliminated", if Lu Zhen had not ordered him not to commit suicide, Duan Xuan would not have lived to this day.

Wen Jing pondered for a moment, looked at Jun Yanzhi and said: "According to this, the one who killed Fu Xiu and took away the blood-recruiting flag was Xi Fang?" "

Very likely."

"Let's go to Huishi Peak immediately and tell Master about this."

Wen Jing held Jun Yanzhi's hand and was about to leave, but Jun Yanzhi was uncharacteristically hesitant and unwilling to move, standing there like a huge rock, and no matter how he was pulled, he didn't move.

Wen Jing asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, and finally said: "... Let's go and meet your senior brothers."

Wen Jing opened his mouth.

What do you mean by "your senior brothers"?

Things are urgent now, not the time to argue with him. Wen Jing knew that asking would not lead to anything good, so he just whispered: "Those are also your senior brothers and junior brothers."

Jun Yanzhi held his hand and whispered: "...I went back for you."

"..."

The two of them cast an invisibility spell, flew through the air, and rushed back to Huishi Peak at a very fast speed. Now that they knew that the person behind the scenes was most likely Xi Fang, they wanted to find Duan Xuan to find a way to deal with him.

Fly, fly, fly——!

When they rushed to Huishi Peak without stopping, it was the early morning of the next day.

The sky was slightly bright, but a light rain fell in the mountains, and it was hazy and gray, and everything was wet.

Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi flew around Huishi Peak in the rain, but they didn't see a single person. Wen Jing asked in surprise, "Why is there no one here?"

Jun Yanzhi thought for a while and whispered, "I remember now, today is the day you were thrown into the tower for three years."

Wen Jing was speechless, "...Is it my death anniversary?"

"They should be mourning in front of your grave at this moment." Jun Yanzhi didn't know what he was thinking of, and his expression was a little ugly.

"That's perfect, let's go see them together. Where is my grave?"

"You want to see them now?" Jun Yanzhi hesitated, pursed his lips and thought, "Forget it... Things are urgent, and we can't care about so many things, let's go." "

Let's go!"

Wen Jing wanted to see his brothers, and he couldn't help but feel excited. The last time he saw Liu Qianmo and He Ling, he didn't dare to acknowledge them as relatives. This time he brought Jun Yanzhi back to meet them again, and he was really happy.

Jun Yanzhi led the way in front, and the two flew along the Xunyang Mountains. Soon they came to a place with dense bamboo forests. The green bamboos, as thick as bowls, towered up to the sky, swaying in the morning breeze and drizzle. The sky was gloomy, and there was a sense of sadness.

After walking for more than ten feet, the bamboo forest gradually became sparse, and Liu Qianmo's somewhat sad voice came faintly: "The silly boy has been gone for three years. If you have anything to say, say it quickly."

Everyone was silent for a while, and only Gui Xinbi said: "You are so stupid that you don't know what to do. You always think of us as Brother Jun."

Mo Shaoyan's voice was a little angry, and he interrupted him and said: "You say this every year, don't you know how to say something else? Brother Jing is also willing..."

Everyone also scolded him angrily: "Can't you say something nice?"

"If you can't say nice things, just shut up."

"Brother Gui, if Junior Brother Jing was here, I'm afraid he wouldn't want to see you

either..." Wen Jing's lips trembled, and he removed the invisibility spell on his body. He opened his mouth, but his voice was a little hoarse and trembling: "Brothers, I want to see you... It's not that I don't want to see you..."

He Ling was the first to turn around and look at him. Her face showed a trace of paleness, and then turned red in an instant.

The noise of the crowd immediately quieted down.

They looked back stiffly, their faces half blue and half white, unable to speak a word.

Jun Yanzhi lowered his eyes and slowly removed the invisibility spell, revealing a temperament like an orchid in the valley, and said elegantly and calmly: "Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother, I'm back too."

Li Shu and Mo Shaoyan's bodies trembled.

Wen Jing only felt that everyone's expressions were strange. Before he could ask, Gu Jinping said in a crying voice: "Jun, Jun, what's going on? What new tricks are you going to do this year?"