Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Chapter 41 Wen Jing: The First Sword Practice

After the big turtle ate the ginkgo fruit, he crawled back to Wen Jing's feet, and was picked up by Wen Jing.Wen Jing said embarrassingly: "This tortoise has not eaten for several days, and it is not usually so greedy. I owe you a bunch of fruits today, and I will definitely return them to you in the future. This is my senior brother's tortoise. Find him You can do whatever you want."

You Si smiled and said: "For things like favors, naturally the more others owe me, the better."

Wen Jing thought about how he still had some relationship with him before, and said: "Last time, I beat you once by chance, and I will fight again when I have a chance. Do you want to continue investigating Moxiu's case?"

You Ru nodded: "Of course we need to investigate, are you interested?"

"Have."

You Si thought for a while, but smiled and said, "Let's talk about it."

Wen Jing thought to himself that since he was not familiar with him, it was normal for him to be on guard, so he said, "That's fine, let's talk about it some other day. I'll take a step first."

The big tortoise lay in Wen Jing's arms, retracted his head into the shell, and seemed to have fallen asleep.Wen Jing hugged it and flew back to his residence, locked the door tightly, and came to the main hall of Tianheng Peak.

The main hall is built on the mountainside, facing the cliff.In front of the hall is a bluestone square that can accommodate hundreds of people, with green smoke curling up, and an old man with long beard wearing Taoist robes and standing with a sword, but it is a bronze statue of a dead wood Taoist 3000 years ago.The Kumu Taoist once bloodbathed Xunyang Mountain and became famous, so the expression of this bronze statue is cold, faintly revealing the meaning of killing.

When Wen Jing came to the front of the hall, white clouds floated halfway up the mountain, as if they were under their feet, ethereal.

A disciple in front of the hall stopped him and said angrily, "Who are you? You are not allowed to go in."

"I'm Hui Shifeng's disciple, my brother Jun asked me to help."

The disciple was big, seeing Wen Jing's gentle appearance, and his level of cultivation was lower than his own, so he got a little impatient and wanted to drive him away.The disciple standing next to him said in a low voice: "Then Jun Yanzhi is in the limelight, you can't offend him now, why don't you go in and ask?"

The disciple was a little embarrassed, and reluctantly dawdled for a while: "You wait."

He trotted into the hall, and ran out again after a while and said, with a better attitude: "Go in."

Several rows of disciples lay neatly in the main hall, as silent as a morgue.However, the fragrance of plants and trees wafts lightly, instead of feeling lifeless, it is full of vitality and makes people feel refreshed.

Jun Yanzhi stood at the end of the hall, gently rubbed his wrists, and sat down.

Headed by Zhu Jin and Wen Renmu, a dozen Foundation Establishment disciples stood together and looked at Jun Yanzhi from afar.Xi Fang, Lu Zhishan and Lu Changqing were also sitting on the high platform in the hall, looking down from the high platform.

Those gazes have scrutiny, conjecture, and more anticipation.

Whether he succeeds or not determines the future of Qing Xu Jianzong.

Standing at the entrance of the main hall, Wen Jing suddenly realized that Jun Yanzhi is a person who is far away.

And he can only look up.

He didn't have an extraordinary appearance, nor did he have a cultivation base to be proud of.

Therefore, he could only watch.

There is an inexplicable sense of loss in my heart, but I can't figure it out.

Jun Yanzhi put his hand on his disciple's forehead, closed his eyes, and entered a state of selflessness.

Time passed slowly, and the hall was so quiet that no sound could be heard, only white air rising from the disciple's head, Jun Yanzhi sat motionless, thin beads of sweat oozing from his face.

In fact, it is extremely simple for him to restore this disciple's sanity, as long as he uses his brain, this disciple can act as usual.

It's a pity that he must use the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique" under the watchful eyes of everyone.Fortunately, he didn't suffer from this technique, the light in his dantian washed his body once every time it circulated around his body.When heals people, he is practicing himself.After cultivating to the tenth level, the demon energy in the body may fade away.

After an unknown amount of time, the disciple's body twitched, and a small blood bag suddenly appeared on his forehead.Jun Yanzhi opened his eyes, and quickly pierced the blood bag with a silver needle.Immediately, dark red blood gushed out, as if he couldn't wait.

The disciple lowered his head and fainted again.

Jun Yanzhi picked up a clean white cloth from his side and wiped the blood off the disciple's forehead.He glanced at Wen Jing who was standing thirty or forty steps away from him, stood up and faced Xi Fang: "The blood of the demon cultivator has been forced out, you can carry it down to rest."

The complexions of several Foundation Establishment disciples immediately eased and relaxed, and there was a whisper of discussion in the hall.Zhu Jin ordered two people to come up, carried the disciple down, and said: "Take good care of this disciple, if there is any sign of being possessed, report it immediately."

"Yes."

Xi Fang smiled and said, "The lives of these disciples all depend on you."

Although Lu Zhishan was also smiling, he was a little reluctant, and exchanged glances with Xi Fang.

Jun Yanzhi looked out of the hall, his mind turned, and he understood instantly.

The sky is covered by white clouds and the setting sun is already in the evening.He started treating this disciple in the morning. In other words, it took three or four hours to treat one person...

At this speed, before these disciples died, he could probably save [-]-[-]% of them.

The air was a bit oppressive, and Xi Fang asked, "Elder Lu, how much time do these disciples have?"

"At most half a month." Lu Zhishan looked at Jun Yanzhi with complicated eyes. Although he didn't say it clearly, he clearly conveyed the message "can you hurry up?"

Jun Yanzhi gave him an affirmative answer: "I'm not very familiar with performing the technique for the first time, so I should be able to go faster after that."

Xi Fang said to Lu Changqing: "Shut out the remaining 73 disciples of Tianheng Peak based on their aptitude and character."

According to Xi Fang's personality, those with high aptitude should be rescued, while those with mediocre aptitude should be discarded.

No one knew what was in his mind when he made such a decision.

Lu Zhishan said a little sadly: "There are sixteen disciples under my sect, and there are seventeen disciples from the Gujing Sect, and they all need to be rescued by the Jun Yanzhi of Jianzong."

Xi Fang nodded: "Elder Lu, please arrange the 33 disciples in order, and we will discuss again."

Lu Zhishan: "...that's what I have to do."

Xi Fang ordered people to send a short and fat body in front of Jun Yanzhi: "Save Master Zhao Feng first."

Zhao Ningtian's face was rosy and liver-colored, and his stomach bulged like a small hill, which was a bit funny, making it hard to imagine his usual stern face.

Lu Zhishan said: "I think his method of performing spells seems to be to calm down his inner demons first, and then draw out the blood of the demon cultivator. Zhao Feng's inner demons are too deep, and he may not be able to save him."

Xi Fang didn't comment, just looked at Jun Yanzhi.

Lu Zhishan was a little dissatisfied: "Nowadays every moment is extremely precious, why bother to waste time saving a person who is difficult to survive?"

Xi Fang said: "Try it."

Jun Yanzhi immediately said, "Disciple, give it a try."

Zhao Ningtian is in a coma, even if the inner demon has calmed down, he can't see it clearly.However, if the demon in his heart is not calmed down, he will not be able to force out the blood of the demon cultivator.

Jun Yanzhi doesn't plan to cure Zhao Ningtian yet, so no amount of treatment will be effective.

After serious treatment for three hours, Zhao Ningtian didn't move at all, but Jun Yanzhi's body trembled and his face turned slightly pale.He opened his eyes, looked at Wen Jing who was waiting in the distance, and then set his eyes on Xi Fang.

Lu Zhishan said: "It's useless?"

Jun Yanzhi: "No."

The hall was brightly lit, and it was already late at night.Any further treatment would be a waste of time and drain Jun Yanzhi's energy.Xi Fang stood up: "Take Master Zhao Feng back for the time being, and replace him with other disciples."

Lu Zhishan ordered someone to carry Lu Yunzhuo over early, before Jun Yanzhi had time to speak to Wen Jing, Lu Yunzhuo's body was forced in front of him.Whether others can be saved or not is the second matter, but the son must be kept first.Old people tend to have a thick skin, Lu Zhishan is not afraid of being scolded by others, he strokes his beard and looks at Jun Yanzhi, with a righteous and dignified face, but the meaning in his eyes is "Don't dawdle, save my son quickly".

Jun Yanzhi sat down with his head bowed, and started another round of treatment.

This time, he spent two hours.It was dawn, and it was morning again.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Lu Yunzhuo's forehead really had a small blood bag, not too big or too small, like being bitten by a mosquito.Jun Yanzhi quickly processed the blood bag and said, "It's all right, you can send it to rest."

Lu Zhishan didn't say much, and personally sent his son out of the palace.

Jun Yanzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead, but before he could calm himself down, a plate appeared under his eyelids, with four elixir on it, spinning round and round on the plate.Standing beside Jun Yanzhi, Zhu Jin said meticulously: "Four elixirs, one for bigu, one for refreshing the brain, one for improving eyesight, and one for replenishing spiritual energy."

In other words, don't eat, don't sleep, don't slack off, and keep working.

Jun Yanzhi took it gently, and his eyes drifted to Wen Jing.The boy hugged his knees and curled up in a corner, with his chin resting on his knees, his eyes were a little strange, and he just looked at himself so quietly and from afar.

A body was stuffed in front of him again.

Jun Yanzhi looked down at the disciple and pursed his lips.

Zhu Jin said: "Before noon, the suzerain hopes to rescue the two of them again."

Jun Yanzhi lowered his eyes: "I will try my best."

During the days of saving lives, Jun Yanzhi was like a horse in the saddle, with the whip whipping behind him, unable to rest for a moment, Jun Yanzhi was not tired, but he had other things on his mind.Wen Jing appears from time to time and disappears from time to time, like a ghost, people can't trace his trace.When he came, he sat in the corner of the hall, watched quietly, and sometimes hugged the big turtle, making it unclear what he was thinking.

Liu Qianmo also came to visit a few times, but he couldn't help, standing in the hall and always blocking the way, he seemed superfluous, and was given a few glances by the disciples of Tianheng Peak.Finally, he smiled awkwardly and disappeared tactfully.

Jun Yanzhi felt that he could not live up to Wen Jing's expectations, and the speed of saving people was shortened from two hours to one hour as if he had been injected with chicken blood.The news spread like thunder, and there were rumors inside and outside Tianheng Peak that all the disciples were saved!

When Wen Jing heard the news, he was standing in front of the main hall of Tianheng Peak.More and more disciples came to watch, and many people came from other peaks to join in the fun. Everyone watched Jun Yanzhi who was saving people from outside the hall, but they didn't dare to stay for a long time, and then left after watching for a while.

This scene is recorded in "The Calamity of All Beings".

"Jun Yanzhi has an elegant face and outstanding temperament. Most of Qingxu's disciples, male or female, have a good impression of them. Among the disciples, there are envy, admiration, and admiration, and they all come to Tianheng Peak to watch. Even the most demanding ones, think of yourself In the future, I might be caught by the demon cultivator, so I don’t dare to say a bad word.”

This kind of scene has been imagined by Wen Jing for a long time, and he was still a little excited when he actually saw it.

The words "regardless of gender" also made him feel a little relieved.Senior Brother Jun already kills both men and women, and he himself is just one of the little people who is so fascinated by him that he can't find his way, so it's nothing.

After a few days, there were fewer and fewer disciples lying horizontally in the hall, and finally only a few people remained.

Zhu Jin said: "There are only three people left, why don't you cure them all at once, and you can go back to rest."

Jun Yanzhi nodded: "Let's hurry up."

In the past few days, he has been using the "Hundred Herbs and Thousand Souls Technique" non-stop, and he seems to have gotten the hang of it.The last three disciples have the lowest cultivation base, and their healing is especially fast.

Jun Yanzhi's firepower was fully fired, and he had no other distractions.

It was two hours later when the last disciple was carried away.Jun Yanzhi rubbed his wrists and stood up, a smile appeared on Zhu Jin's face: "Five watch, everyone has worked hard, go back to sleep."

Jun Yanzhi: "Okay."

Wen Renmu walked towards Jun Yanzhi, and said quite gracefully: "You have worked hard for half a month."

His expression is very generous, and he is also full of everyone's demeanor. He doesn't seem to remember having an undercurrent with him, and he doesn't remember stabbing him from behind.Jun Yanzhi smiled: "It's not hard, it should be."

"Shall I take you back?" The tone was very polite.

Jun Yanzhi looked around, feeling a sense of loss, he didn't know where it came from, and said with a smile: "No, I'll go back by myself."

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Wen Jing stood in the open space in front of the stone house, swinging a sword repeatedly like a stiff robot.The weight of this sword is extremely heavy, three to four hundred catties, even if he raised his true energy, it still made his wrist hurt from exhaustion.

Qingxu Sword Sect is famous for its swords, but only after the disciples have established their foundations can they practice swords.Duan Xuan didn't know what he meant, so he came to take a look at Wen Jing a few days ago, dropped his sword, and taught him a simple move.

Wen Jing was trembling, and it took him a while to learn how to hold a sword. He lifted the heavy sword made of unknown metal from the ground, and let it hang down on the ground.Duan Xuan was not in a hurry, he just stood aside and watched without saying a word.Wen Jing's three souls came out of his body, and under the watchful eyes of Duan Xuan, the small universe exploded, and resolutely swung the first sword.

As a result of swinging the sword for the first time, he stumbled.

The center of gravity was unstable, and it was difficult to control the strength. Wen Jing was thrown out in a not-so-elegant side somersault posture, and his whole body was sore.

He got up from the ground, rubbed his sore buttocks, secretly thought that it was indeed a sacred item of the fairy family, and it was extraordinary.

So he asked cautiously: "Master, is there a name for this sword in the sword manual? What grade is it?"

Duan Xuan frowned: "Scrap iron for sword practice is not even considered low-grade. Still have a name?"

Wen Jing: "Oh."

Duan Xuan ordered: "Within five days, swing the sword eight hundred times."

Wen Jing: "...Oh."

Duan Xuan put down his words and left, elusive as usual.Wen Jing pinched his fingers and did the math, swinging the sword once every 5 minutes can be swung almost a hundred times a day, which is almost an eight-hour working day.

Master is very reasonable... I guess.

Then he found himself thinking so brilliantly that he almost slapped his face.