Jun Yanzhi calmly held Wen Jing's hand and said, "Five or six hundred people from the Sword Sect are waiting for us to rescue them. Junior brother, you must put the overall situation first and don't lose your composure because of the big turtle."

Wen Jing held back his tears and nodded.

Jun Yanzhi then said to Liu Qianmo, "Big Senior Brother, are any of our fellow disciples injured?"

Liu Qianmo hurriedly said, "Gui Xinbi and Li Shu are injured and are lying in their own rooms."

Jun Yanzhi took Wen Jing's hand and left, "Big Senior Brother, you carry the big turtle into Junior Brother Jing's room first. We'll go see Junior Brother Gui first, and then... come back to see the big turtle."

Wen Jing's hands were clenched tightly, and his joints were a little pale.

Jun Yanzhi said softly, "Let's go and save your Senior Brother Li and Senior Brother Gui first, okay?"

Wen Jing held back his tears and nodded heavily.

Jun Yanzhi intertwined his fingers with his and held them tightly, and said softly, "Bear with it..."

Wen Jing held the half finger and a jade ring in his hand: "Senior Brother, do you know whose finger this is?"

Jun Yanzhi said lightly, "Hong Xiufeng Zhao Ningtian... I'm afraid he has already escaped."

When he arrived at Gui Xin's room, he was sitting at the table writing, his eyebrows drooping, depressed and uneasy, looking really miserable. It was the first time that Mo Shaoyan saw him so afraid of death. He couldn't hold back for a long time and whispered: "Senior Brother Gui, are you writing a will?"

Gui Xinbi said in a daze: "Well... I'm writing..."

Mo Shaoyan was speechless for a moment: "...Senior Brother Gui, you still have two months to live, you know that?"

Gui Xinbi choked with sobs and said: "Two months is too long, right? How can you be so cruel?"

"You can't die."

"You don't need to comfort me, you know your own illness, no one who has been hit by this magic has survived."

"..."

Jun Yanzhi stood at the door and cleared his throat: "Senior Brother Gui... I'm here to heal you."

"Heal? What do you mean?" Gui Xinbi looked out with his neck straightened. He saw that it was Jun Yanzhi, who had a deep grudge against him. The knot in his heart rose again, and he couldn't help but add a sentence in a sly way, "Besides crying, can you also heal?"

Mo Shaoyan kicked him hard: "How can you be so stubborn?"

Jun Yanzhi sat down without saying a word.

Although Gui Xinbi was a sly person, he was not completely ignorant of the ways of the world. He shut up after saying it once. Unfortunately, he was physically and mentally exhausted by Jun Yanzhi's torture in the past three years. He couldn't relax at this critical moment. He lay on the bed with full of vigilance and let Jun Yanzhi heal his wounds, staring at him motionlessly.

The healing process had greatly depleted Gui Xin Bi's strength. Jun Yanzhi expelled the evil spirit from his body, and Gui Xin Bi's injuries were almost healed. He fell on the bed to rest, sweating all over.

Jun Yanzhi looked up at Wen Jing, but saw him staring out the window, as if he had a lot on his mind. He asked softly, "Are you thinking about Dagui?"

"No..." Wen Jing lowered his head, but did not dare to look at him.

Jun Yanzhi was silent for a moment, holding his hand and said, "I will talk to you slowly after I am done with this."

Wen Jing nodded.

Jun Yanzhi said to Mo Shaoyan, "Go tell Elder Yunxi to move all the injured disciples to the Qingxu Hall. I will rush over after I cure Li Shu."

"Okay!" Mo Shaoyan left quickly.

Wen Jing said coldly: "Where is Zhao Ningtian? Are we just going to let him go? Should we hunt him down?"

Jun Yanzhi looked at him deeply: "No need to hunt him down, he will come to us on his own." The lights in

the

Qingxu Hall were bright. Although it was late at night, it was very lively. Several hundred disciples lined up in an orderly manner, talking in low voices while lowering their heads waiting for Jun Yanzhi's help.

"So, the sect master is the one who destroyed Hengyang Palace?"

"Then why is Zhao Ningtian running away?"

"Is Jun Yanzhi a demon cultivator?"

"Yes, but the events of the past three years don't seem to be caused by him."

"So it's not his fault that we were injured this time?"

"It doesn't seem so."

"Then whose fault is it? Didn't the sect master die?"

"Who should I ask if you ask me?"

"I just want to know what attitude I should have towards Jun Yanzhi later."

"He wants to heal you, what do you think your attitude should be?"

"Why don't you scold him, then you can go down and ask the sect master clearly."

"..."

"Who is the one with a disfigured face next to Jun Yanzhi?"

"You forgot, right? It's the one who entered the Zhuxian Tower three years ago!"

"You entered the Zhuxian Tower and you're still alive? How did you escape?"

"Who should I ask if you ask me?"

"He's not dead, which means the sect leader may not die either?"

"...This is too absurd, are we going to let people live?"

Ever since Jun Yanzhi was expelled from the Sword Sect by Xi three years ago, he has been subjected to countless criticisms and contempt, and almost all the disciples present have said bad things about him behind his back.

However, things have changed over time, and now the fake benefactor and real hypocritical gentleman has become the real savior, and the disciples have become the beneficiaries, which is really hard to accept. They are not as well-informed as the peak masters, and the rumors are not accurate, so many people still have a lot of hostility towards him.

The atmosphere in the hall is tense, as if it will explode at any time if triggered by something.

Wen Jing's mind was not here, and his eyes drifted outside the hall again.

Jun Yanzhi had always prevented him from seeing the big turtle, and his meaning was clear. He didn't even dare to think about it carefully now. He could see the turtle lying in a pool of blood, rubbing its head in his palm with its eyes half closed.

That was their last communication.

Even if he rushed back to see the turtle, what would he see? A cold corpse?

Wen Jing's face turned pale and his body trembled.

That stable and stupid thing had always existed in his life, never asking for anything or demanding anything. It would always lie quietly on the ground or on the bed, becoming a part of the room and a part of his life. It would not disappear suddenly, as if it would accompany him like this for the rest of his life.

Will life be the same after it disappears?

In a daze, I didn't know the passage of time, I just felt that the surroundings were a little noisy. Suddenly, Jun Yanzhi's gentle voice sounded in his ears: "Junior brother, let's go out and get some fresh air?"

This sentence brought him back to reality.

Wen Jing turned to look at the disciples who were standing in the hall, and calmly said to Jun Yanzhi who was squatting next to him: "No, you can continue to heal their injuries."

Jun Yanzhi pondered for a moment without saying a word. Elder Yunxi who followed him to the front of the temple to read a book Next to him, he asked calmly: "Elder, when Sect Master Xi asked me to heal my wounds, he didn't let me rest once a month. How many times did you let me rest?"

Elder Yunxi quickly put down the book, twirling his beard and said with a smile: "How many times do you need to take a break? Just take a rest as many times as you want."

Li Qingyun, who was standing aside, said softly, "Master, Peak Master Lu, Peak Master Shao and others have been harmed by the magic of the demon cultivators and have not been treated yet. Should we let Yanzhi go..."

Yun Elder Xi smiled and said, "If they don't come to line up, are they waiting for Jun Yanzhi to come and treat them in person? Forget it, their lives are theirs, and they have the final say. The sect leader has to be replaced, and the peak master has to be replaced. A few young ones would be good too."

The surroundings immediately became quiet, without a sound.

The leader had been replaced, but who was it?

Elder Yunxi said nothing more calmly, and waved his hand with a smile: "Yanzhi and Wenjing, go and have a rest. These are all waiting to be treated. It would be great if you can treat them. I will treat you to a drink later. "

Jun Yanzhi: "Thank you, Elder."

Wen Jing followed him out without saying a word, without even looking up, her face as cold as ice. She used to blush when being watched by many people, but now she was a little The feeling was gone.

Jun Yanzhi was flying in front, his clothes fluttering.

Wen Jing followed him through the quiet night, his mind was in a trance, and he didn't even know the route he was taking. He just followed him to a cliff with a beautiful moonlight. on the side. Jun Yanzhi landed lightly, tapped the boulder on the edge of the cliff with his sleeves, and said with a smile: "Sit down."

The boulder was flat and spacious, and seemed to be a place for people to have a heart-to-heart talk. Jun Yanzhi sat down on the right side of the table, propping his cheek with one hand, and just stared blankly.

Jun Yanzhi sighed, feeling a little sad. After Wen Jing's disfigurement, she had subconsciously only shown him the right side of her face, and she was always worried about it. It was as if he had a knot in his heart. Now he didn't even care about it, which showed how much the death of the big turtle had hit him.

Jun Yanzhi put his arm around his shoulders and said softly, "Are you tired, huh?"

Wen Jing felt a little sad, but still showed no expression.

"Junior brother, I'm going to tell you a story tonight. Please listen carefully, okay?" Jun Yanzhi held him and laid down flat, letting Wen Jing rest his head on his arm, and then pulled his long legs over.

Wen Jing still didn't say anything, letting Jun Yanzhi do whatever he wanted.

Jun Yanzhi hugged him tightly and said softly, "Junior brother, do you know that Changsun Liupin passed on his life's learning to his disciples and entered the upper spiritual world? What happened afterwards? "