MTL - Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother-Chapter 46

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In the blink of an eye, it was noon the next day.

The big tortoise is a wild monster. Although staying a little, it is always possible to find something to eat. When you step down from the mountain, you can let it climb in the mountains.

Wen Jing and the big turtle have a better understanding. They have been accustomed to its habits for several years, and they can't bear to be wronged. So they put a bag of fresh fruit that the big turtle loves and put it at the door.

Wen Jing asserted: "I will come back in less than three months." I didn't know what to say to a turtle, and concluded: "That's it."

He walked a few steps forward and looked back, but he saw the big turtle desperately following behind him. Although he climbed slowly, he was very hard. He quickly waved: "You don't keep up, I have to go."

I don't know if this turtle understands it. Wen Jing has been rushing several times. The big turtle finally stopped and looked at him with the eyes of a small bean. It seems that he finally understood that he was leaving, but he could not follow.

Wen Jing said, "Give me a good look at the door, don't run around." Turned away.

When he went out this time, he put all his belongings on his body and made a desperate attempt.

Under the mountain, an ink-colored giant turtle crouched, and has a length, width and height of dozens of feet. Wen Jing first saw this monster, could not help but some fascination, only saw the turtle's mouth, then uprooted several trees, biting slowly, it looks very good temper.

Jun Yanzhi and He Ling are already waiting. Wenjing looked up on the face and sighed: "This is the turtle of Huanghuafengfeng's main? It is only a beast, compared with ours..."

He Ling interrupted him briefly: "This turtle has a long lead."

Wen Jing is speechless.

Ok, this turtle is a dragon, and the turtle at home is only ordinary...

Jun Yanzhi smiled: "The meaning of the second brother is that this turtle is not ordinary. Its name is Mo Xuan, there is a trace of ancient four spirits, and my nature is incomparable."

Wen Jing Xin Dao: No way to compare? That depends on what... than the ability, is it better than Meng, more loyal, than stupid?

There is a wooden platform on the back of the turtle that can accommodate hundreds of people. It is tied to the turtle's back like a saddle. It is a means of transport for manned people. The high platform is divided into two layers. The lower layer is wide, but open and airy. The upper layer is relatively narrow, but it is closed, so that people don't see the truth inside.

When the time is right, the sun shines violently, Zhu Xi said: "Everyone can go up." The disciples should behave in a proper manner, flying on the turtle's back one by one, looking for a place to sit in the shade of the first floor. .

The five peaks, including Xi Fang, Shao Jun and Lu Changqing, also went together and flew up to the second floor, sitting down in the “Ya room”.

The huge faucet of Mo Xuan swayed and made a long dragonfly, which slowly flew into the air.

The mountain wind is blowing, the clothes are fluttering, and everyone's mood is also very happy!

Mo Xuan is actually a third-order monster, slow at first, but faster and faster, and the scenery is flying fast. Wen Jing found a shade, sitting on the wooden railing and sitting cross-legged, subconsciously looking for a cyan figure.

The green shirt of Jun Yan swayed, and the hair band behind it also danced. He was standing a few steps away from him, and he was talking to two handsome female disciples.

The book says, "Jun Yan is a man, and he is not good at dealing with female disciples. He often keeps his distance when he speaks, and his words are cautious. The more so, the higher the woman’s evaluation of him, the more praise he has in his words. Some people’s hearts If he refuses to accept it, he will secretly smash him as a hypocrite. He does not believe that there are people in the world who are not chaotic."

When the text was chased in the past, Wen Jing could smell the sour taste of these people across the mobile phone.

Now watching the scene, Wen Jing can't see that there is anything wrong with Jun Yan. Although the look is modest and gentle, but it also refuses to be thousands of miles away, there is no intention to welcome the rejection, from the inside out is a true gentleman. One.

It’s just his Tsing Yi and the hair band today, but there are also traces of faint retouching. At least, the same color is used deliberately...

I was thinking about it, and suddenly I walked around and said with a smile: "You are here."

Wenjing turned his head, but he saw a dark blue dress and sat down on the wooden railing. His hair color is thick black, one leg is bent at random, slightly headed, and the corner of his mouth is an unpredictable smile.

Wen Jing also smiled and whispered: "It turned out to be a younger brother... Is there any progress in tracing the magic?" The eyes still follow Jun Yanzhi.

The tour seems to say: "There is no more killing of the magic, how come?" He paused and smiled and said: "It’s the sword of your sword. It’s amazing... you know, I watch you When I was in the sword, I remembered a legendary person."

"who?"

"A person who is not very good." He smiled and looked at him.

Wen Jing turned his head and looked at the past: "What do you mean? Who is that?"

It was like a smile, and the scorpion picked up slightly. The color of the eyelids is a bit strange. From the perspective of Wen Jing, it is almost clear clarification in the sunlight, like a half-sleeping owl. He laughed: "There is nothing special about it, you can do it yourself."

Wen Jing is a bit inexplicable. What is it for yourself? I seem to suspect that I am a magic repairer?

He opened his mouth and closed it, and he eased his tone and said: "If I am a magician, I am afraid that I have killed you now."

The game seemed to smile and stopped talking.

Not far from there, there was a young practicing disciple who was talking to the brothers. The voice was too loud, and everyone around him looked at him. The disciple asked: "Brother, the destination of this trip is Hengtianmen. How long will it take?"

A 30-year-old disciple said: "Mo Xuan flies quickly, about three days."

The five martial arts have their own strengths. They meet every five years and take turns to make the East. The intention is to exchange resources and contact feelings. By the way, young disciples can see the world and learn from each other. Let them know that there are days outside and people outside.

The young disciple asked: "When is it our turn to be the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty?"

"It will take ten years later. This time it happened to meet the thirteen mountains near Hengtianmen. The time is not bad."

A disciple sighed beside him: "There are many treasures, and there is no way to go back."

The young disciple asked again: "This time the Zongmen Dabi, I ranked 19th among the practicing disciples, and got a lot of magic medicine magic weapons. Where are they coming from?"

The older disciple said: "You don't know this, I only know it after building the foundation."

"The brothers said to listen."

The older disciple was only afraid of building a foundation for a long time. He saw many younger brothers wanting to listen, and he cleared his throat: "This is not a secret... Do you know that there is a sword mountain near Yurong Peak? It is not high, about It’s half of Yurong’s peak, it’s not too eye-opening, and it’s nothing special.”

"Seen."

"There are hundreds of Zhuji disciples living on the mountain. The name is not in the 16th peak catalogue. It is the person who cleansed the sorcerer, refining, making, and refining the sword for me. Among them, the sword is the most famous. You may have heard the names of several sword masters, Songshan Taoist, Qing Huidao, Su Qindao..."

"Yes, I heard that."

"I am a sword-skilled master, and there is no sword in the sword. But there is a good sword in the air, and there is no good sword to help. For thousands of years, Zongmen spent a great deal of thinking to train the talents of the sword, and realized There are many secret swords that are not passed on, and they have raised dozens of famous swordsmen."

One of the disciples said: "I have heard that when I did not enter the sword, the sword of the Qingxu swordsmanship is the most precious."

"A sword of an ordinary Zhuji monk can sell hundreds of top-grade stones in the black market. It is simply expensive. You don't have to worry about it. After you build the foundation and choose the swordsmanship to be practiced, the Zongmen will create a suitable fit for you. The long sword. It’s just that the swords of other sects are not so lucky. If you want to clean the sword created by the Jianzong, you need to exchange things of the same price."

A young disciple can't help but sigh: "When can I choose the sword?"

"This is not so fast. After building the foundation, first practice the sword, then learn a few swords, it will take a year. After that, Master will teach the sword according to your talents, and then look at the sword a few years later. Whether it is appropriate, in short, the first ten years of building a foundation are in the process of exploration, and then slowly set."

"Only practicing swords, will not delay the practice?"

The old disciple laughed and said: "The so-called sword repair, the practice of swordsmanship is practice! When practicing the sword, the true spirit wanders in the body, through the meridians, and enlightens the sword, the sword is refined into one layer, and the repair is refined into one layer! If your qualifications are not suitable, you can do it without a sword repair. For example, He Ling of Hui Shifeng, and the cultivation of four winds."

"My Qing Jianzong is famous for his swordsmanship. If you don't do sword repair, it is a waste."

"It depends on the qualifications of each person. That He Ling is the root of the wind system, and the four winds can't be more suitable for him. Moreover, the wind system is not worse than the top sword method I sent. "It is also showing envy."

"What are the dozens of alchemists, refiners, syllabuses, and sword-making monks who have been said by the brothers?"

The older disciple sighed: "I heard that ‘five don’t build a foundation, and centennial life is over; eighty are not white lotus, and there is no hope for dan”?

"It seems to have heard, what do you mean?"

"It means that at the age of 50, there is still no foundation. The hope of building a foundation in this life is not great. After building the foundation, a lotus flower is formed inside the sea. At the beginning, the color is darker. The higher the cultivation, the color of the lotus Light. If the lotus is still not white when he is eighty years old, the disciple will miss the knot."

"It turned out to be."

"Alchemy, refining, making, and refining swords require the monks to build at least the foundation. Unfortunately, the young masters of the foundations must practice urgently. When should they study these things? Cultivate a clerk, alchemist, refiner, usually fails. How many resources are wasted tens of thousands of times? Therefore, after the age of 80, the hopeless monks of the Danish are summoned by the lords, and the sects provide them with generous treatment, let them abandon their practice, and focus on the swordsman refining , alchemy, swords, and symbols."

"It turns out that it is strange that the peaks of the peaks have not been built by the uncle, and they have all been summoned to the Jianshan."

The older disciple said again: "Most of us here are going to go there in the future. Like me, I was only thirty-six years old when I was a kid. Now I am already in the middle of the foundation."

Wen Jing sat quietly listening to it. Some of the things he knew already knew, and some of them were not very clear.

It turns out that the general disciple can choose the sword method after one year of practicing the sword. It is no wonder that Duan Xuan is the one who looks like him.

After practicing for a year, I only learned to play the sword.

The tour suddenly whispered: "Your brother is coming, I will talk to you again in the next day. I will take a step first."

Wenjing had a reaction in the future, and there was a faint scent in the nose. A person sat down beside him, and the blue coat was lightly lifted. If there was no place to wipe his cheek, it fell on Wenjing’s hand.

Wen Jing lowered his head and sweated under the palm of his hand.

The gentle and low voice of Jun Yan came from the ear: "Just sitting here, the name is called a swim?"

"Ok."

"You have a good relationship with him?"

"Speak a few times."

"It turned out to be..."

The sound of Jun Yanzhi is light, and it seems to be a little spoiled, but hidden under the gentle appearance, it is not easy to detect. His body leaned gently, his head against the wooden railing behind him, and his eyes closed.

There is not much space on the turtle's back, and there are many disciples sitting around, and the body can't help but lean on it and talk and laugh. They are like this, they look normal and no one cares.

Wen Jing is somewhat uncomfortable. The whole body is surrounded by fragrant fragrance. The breathing of Jun Yan is always sprayed on his back neck. It is difficult to concentrate on the itch. He looked down for a long time, but he was still meditation. So he swallowed a Gu Dan, and said: "I have to be settled, and I will call you when I arrive."

Wen Jing meditated for three days, when the five senses came back, the limbs were cold, and the cold wind blew, like to freeze him into a popsicle. The residual sun is red, the sound of footsteps and voices around it are a little messy, but they can't see the appearance clearly, only the dark figure can be seen.

His head was dizzy, but his hand was pulled up by Jun Yan: "Come on, go."

“Heng Tianmen is here?”

"Yeah." The voice seemed a little bit uncomfortable.

"It's so cold."

Jun Yan’s faint road: “The mountain zone is covered with snow and ice all year round, naturally it is cold.”

Wenjing urged the warmth of the body, and the blood suddenly felt comfortable, like a small sun filled with one. As the crowd flew down the tortoise, the mountain had only a dark outline in the evening sun.

The head of Hengtianmen and many disciples have been waiting, courtesy of a few words, and told the disciples to take people to rest. Xi Fang and the peaks of the Lord lived in the main peak, the disciples were placed on a small mountain.

The sky quickly darkened, and it was hard to see at night, only to feel that the foot was a foot thick.

This mountain peak is the place where Hengtianmen treats guests. Although the mountain is small, the scenery is beautiful, and there are more than 20 sets of stone-built lofts, each of which can accommodate 20 people. The residences of Wen Jing, Jun Yan and He Ling are halfway up the mountain and stand on the edge of the cliff.

After several bargains, Wen Jing was assigned to a room with Jun Yan.

This is the case.

There are three types of rooms in the pavilion, one for single rooms, one for doubles, and one for three.

Although it is a trivial matter to allocate a room, it is very important that you stay here for a month. Zhu Xi was divided according to the ranking of the Zongmen Dabi, and there was no basis for it.

He Ling is the top ten of the Zhuji monks, so he is assigned to a single room.

Jun Yan is ranked 17th, so you have to live in a double room.

Wen Jing ranked second among the practicing disciples and was also assigned to the double room.

He Ling only likes to be alone, and the single room is just what he wants, so he is not at all polite, and he goes to sleep without saying anything.

Jun Yan thought for a while, said faintly: "Let's live together."

This is a very logical result, and Wen Jing has no reason to refuse. He opened his mouth and screamed, and let Jun Yan take the two men's brands.

Hengtianmen has a wide area, the room is not small, the decoration is simple, the table and chair tea set is also available. There are a few glowing stones in the room, the light is soft and warm, and it flows like water from time to time, not as dazzling as the dark light on the bed.

"What stone is this?"

Jun Yanzhi put down the storage bag: "This is the luminous stone produced by Hengtianmen. It is as characteristic as ordinary stone during the day, but it will emit a moon-like shimmer at night."

"There are moonstones in the Xiangyang Mountains."

"Gengtianmen is better."

Jun Yan casually took off his shirt and hung it at the bedside: "Teacher, can you still bathe tonight?"

"The sky is so cold, not washed."

"Let's sleep." Jun Yanzhi only had a loose blouse, and some sat loosely on the edge of the bed, feeling the thick quilt. "Are you sleeping inside, or sleeping outside?"

The bed was very big, and three or four people could roll it. Wen Jingben was playing the abacus on the floor and couldn’t use it now. He bit his teeth and whispered: "Can the brothers fear me?"

The voice was a bit hoarse, low-pitched, and let the mouth of Jun Yan dry and sweat. He maintains a calm and gentle voice: "Not afraid."

Wen Jing’s heart is sour and whispered: “The brothers are relieved, last year I was not as good as animals, and I will never let you down in the future.”

Jun Yan's drill into the quilt waited silently. After a while, Wen Jing took off his coat and left only a thin coat and lay in.

"I like to wear only my underwear when I sleep. Brothers don't mind."

Jun Yan sniffs the breath of the young man around him, the blood of the whole body is boiling, and the thing has already stood upright in the dark bed. He gently touched the forehead of Wen Jing and said, "I don't mind."