MTL - Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother-Chapter 9 Second brother, He Ling

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The eyes of the Tsing Yi men were clean and clear, and they swept away and immediately fell on the turtles on the ground. He lowered his eyes and said: "My turtle has disappeared for four days, and I heard that you are here."

Wen Jing slowly sideways, grabbing his own cold Tintin, and some said: "Yes, it has been living here."

The clothes at the feet are full of smelly sweat and can't be worn.

Clean clothes...

Hanging on a bamboo pole behind the body of Jun Yan, fluttering in the wind.

Jun Yan looked at the big turtle on the ground: "Is it troublesome for you?"

Wen Jing was forced to do a hard time, and laughed and said: "It's very sensible, it doesn't add any trouble... Jun brother, there is a clean dress hanging on the bamboo pole behind you, can you..."

The voice did not fall, a light gray trousers and tops flew over to him. Wen Jing quickly wiped the body and grass, and the pants were tied tightly, and the heart was wide.

The eyes of Jun Yanzhi fell on Wen Jing's body, like laughing and laughing, moving his lips to seem to say something, but ultimately did not speak. He knelt down unhurriedly and picked up the big turtle on the ground: "... Thank you for your care, I took it away."

The gentle face is as elegant as a cloud, and it is long and graceful. It’s just a fairy tale outside the nine...

Wen Jing quickly returned to Shinto: "The brothers are good."

The Tsing Yi man was holding the big turtle and flying in the air. He looked back at him and gave his eyebrows slightly: "The next day will be again."

The big turtle was still awkward, but moved four small short legs and looked at Wenjing.

Juvenile eyes sent the man's figure away, the setting sun was hidden under the clouds, and the sky finally darkened.

............I am a dividing line............

Half a month later, in the late autumn, the ground gradually hardened. Wen Jing and Mo Shaoyan and Kuching lived for a few days and harvested the vegetables in the garden and opened a small meeting.

Liu Qianmo was also present, holding a cup of tea and listening to them.

Kuching was the oldest and cleared his throat. He first spoke: "The vegetables that are collected include melon, cowpea, sweet potato leaves, beans, yam, cabbage, and lentils. There are not many fruits, only pears, hawthorns and peaches. Three stores The rooms are full, and it is sure to survive the winter."

"What about the grass?"

Kuching said: "We have only planted the spirit grass of refining Huanglongdan and Jinshendan, and two of them have been harvested, a total of one hundred and forty-eight. The rest is only afraid to spend the winter in the garden."

Liu Qianmo nodded: "Lingcao can mature once in three or five years, when careful care."

Kuching said: "There are fewer things going on. Should we take care of the gardens in turn?"

Liu Qianmo just had to answer, Mo Shaoyan said slowly: "Master, don't listen to him, he is lazy."

Kuching said angrily: "How do I be lazy? There is not much work to do. Master, do you see it? You are here, he is talking to me like this!"

Liu Qianmo’s mouth was pumped: “Jin Ping said that there is also reason. After three years, the summit will try, you will try hard to practice in the winter, and it will be necessary to upgrade to two layers. I will check it in the spring of next year.”

Kuching stayed in peace, and calculated it in his heart, regretting: "...this is better to see the vegetable garden."

Mo Shaoyan said slowly: "What did you say?"

Kuching was annoyed again: "You shut up."

Liu Qianmo said: "In this case, the three people took turns to take care of the vegetable garden. The first day of Jinping, the second day of the second words, the third day of Jing, and so on. The rest of the time must not be lazy, each practicing in the room."

The three nodded: "Yes."

From then on, Wen Jing only had to go to the vegetable garden every three days, and it was quite a lot of leisure. In another month, his cultivation is a faint sign that breaks through the six layers of practice. Unfortunately, the natural understanding is general, and the gains in the technique are somewhat slow.

On this day, Wen Jing had just gone out, only to see the snow falling between the heavens and the earth, a piece of white.

Winter is finally here.

On the thin layer of snow on the open space, a black turtle shell was smashed, and the head and limbs were all shrunk.

Wen Jing did not know that the turtle was afraid of not being cold, and took it into the house and placed it on the bed.

The tortoise's head and four short legs came out, and the dark eyes stared at Wen Jing and broke into his bed.

The tortoise stayed for ten days and a half, and Jun Yan’s fall never appeared. Wen Jing used this turtle as his pet to raise it, sometimes holding it to sleep.

On the afternoon of this day, it was the day when Wenjing took care of the vegetable garden. He wrapped the big turtle with a quilt and left a plate of corn kernels before he went out.

Just arrived in the garden, the purpose is a mess.

Nearly 20% of the grasses were bitten, the green leaves were everywhere, and a golden little beast stood in the middle, still biting, swallowing, and making a happy buzz.

Wen Jing's face was blue and green, and I couldn't think about it. I ran into the kitchen and took a bottle of vinegar. It was winter, and the water in the bucket was frozen. He used his skill to open the ice and poured a bottle of vinegar into it.

The golden little beast smelled vinegar and looked up and looked at it, but could not resist the temptation of the grass, and buried his head bite. Wen Jing slowly approached the bucket and smashed it.

The bucket of vinegar water was all sprinkled on the golden beast.

The little beast immediately screamed and jumped up.

The vinegar water makes its shell itch, as if there are thousands of ants biting and suffering. Where did it suffer this kind of torture, screaming, roaring and tumbling, and flew over to Wenjing, trying to kill him.

Wen Jing did not dare to neglect, spread his legs and fled in the vegetable garden.

Not long after running, the little beast slammed and fell softly on the chilly ground.

Wen Jing found the rope and tied it up firmly.

"Gathering the body of the beast is golden, the shell is hard, but it is extremely afraid of vinegar. Sprinkle with vinegar and water, first make it itchy, after a musk can be comatose. Unfortunately, there are very few people who know this, Wu Ying is it The owner is not aware of it."

- From the fifteenth chapter.

Just tied, the voice of the man came from outside: "Eight winds, gone!"

Wen Jing dragged the gathering of the beast and kicked it into the secret cellar of the garden.

"Eight Winds? Go!" The man outside waited for a long time and didn't see the figure. He walked into the garden without hesitation. "Eight Winds! Did you eat enough?"

Wu Ying looked around, but did not see the figure of the golden little beast, only to see a young boy standing in front of him.

The teenager is only thirteen or four years old, thin and strong, and looks good. His thin lips were tightly clutched, and although he was nervous, his eyes were cold and determined.

Wu Ying said with a brow: "I don't see the eight winds?"

Wen Jing nodded: "I saw it, I also grabbed it."

Wu Yingxiao laughed: "Is it by you? Catch it up?"

Wen Jing looked at him coldly and sneered: "Trust or not."

Wu Ying frowned half-heartedly and shouted a few "eight winds", but did not receive any response. He asked with a blue face: "What happened to you?"

"I haven't died yet, but I can kill it."

Wu Yingyang, a gathering of the beasts for several years, only waited for the aura that it gathered to build the foundation. How did it get killed? His palms gathered together in a reiki, faintly white light, threatened: "Return the eight winds to me!"

Wen Jing called to escape: "Your spirit beast has eaten us many grasses! You pay back the money!"

Wu Ying’s aura came out and hit the foot of Wen Jing, suddenly crushing a stone.

"Return me eight winds!"

"Return the money! A total of two hundred and twelve pieces of Lingshi! You will give you eight winds when you pay back the money!"

Wu Ying angrily said: "I just don't pay back!"

Wen Jing Xin Dao: This rogue, poor ghost, I am afraid that even twenty pieces of spiritual stone are not. If I have no money to buy the grass, I will bully us and have never seen such a shameless person.

"砰", a pain in the shoulders, Wenjing fell to the ground.

Wu Ying came up angrily: "What about the eight winds?"

Wen Jing squats coldly on his shoulder: "I have the ability to find it myself."

Wu Ying was anxiously looking for it in the garden, and there was no trace of the gathering of the beasts: "Don't you say that? If you don't say, I will burn your garden!"

"Call" and the hay on the ground caught fire.

There are some fears in Wen Jing’s heart: Burning the garden, what does Hui Shifeng’s group eat in winter? But if he is weak now, Wu Ying will definitely decide on them in the future.

His heart is horizontal: "If you burn it, it is best to burn this vegetable garden and burn me to death. Not only will you not get the spirited beast again, but you will also slay the Hui Shifeng and kill the same door!"

Wu Ying stared at him with a sullen look, and the fire spread quickly, almost climbing to the storage room.

At this moment, the blast whistling, flying into the garden, the sky fell with a sudden rain, and the fire was extinguished with lightning speed. A dark gray figure fell on the side of the two, coldly said: "Who put the fire?"

This man is tall and looks like twenty-five and six years old. His outline is like a knife, and his cross-brows are cold.

When Wen Jing was at the peak, Liu Qianmo had brought him to see his brothers. He quickly said: "Two brothers, this Wu Ying wants to set fire to our vegetable garden!"

The gray-shirted man was furious and could not be argued by Wu Ying.

"what--"

Wu Ying screamed and fell to the ground, his face pale, and the bones of his shoulders had broken.

"The second brother He Ling is a mutated wind root, the temper is cold, and he is not resistant to listening to nonsense. If he encounters a person who is not happy, he will slap him a meal. He has recruited countless things for Hui Shifeng. Liu Qian is so painful that he will retreat. Don't let him gossip."

- From the fifteenth chapter.

Wen Jing looked at He Ling, and saw that he had another palm attack, and his heart was not good. 2k novel reading network