Chapter 60:

Wen Jing does not know what relationship he has with Jun Yan.
The whole thing seems to be very problematic. Jun Yanzhi still doesn't tell him a word, let him guess and guess, like falling into the fog.
Even if he kissed him for so long last night, he still did not mention Master's business.
The fly of Jun Yan was a few feet away, and the back of the green shirt moved in the wind, and there was no sign of looking back at him. Wen Jing looked up and looked down at the vague sentence:
"Globe."
After eating, I wiped my mouth away, and I didn’t have a bit of confession.
Jun Yan, who flew in front, suddenly slowed down, slowly flew, and left behind Wenjing without leaving any traces. Wen Jing did not look at him. He did not speak or did not have extra movements. It seemed that he did not notice the existence of Wen Jing, and Gao Xiaogao, who was not far away, talked about it.
Wen Jing muttered again in his heart: git.
Jun Yan said gently: "I have heard that the Seven Swordsmanship of the high school brothers are unparalleled in the world, and they are required to teach."
Gao Xiao smiled and said: "I am lazy, the qualifications are general, there are many common customs, and the sword is not diligent. It is not as good as your brother, and I practiced swords in the courtyard so late last night."
Wen Jing said a bit slyly: "I couldn't sleep last night."
He Ling snorted: "There is a lot of trouble, naturally can't sleep."
Wen Jing red-faced, and could not find a rebuttal, bowed his head and did not speak.
Liu Yanmo whispered in the ear of Jun Yan: "After you went back to the room one night earlier, he was restless and old, and he was always facing your room. The stupid boy is stupid, and he is very upset about you. Jun’s brother’s long, 'Jun’s brother’ is short and can’t wait to follow you every day. If he does something wrong, you should bear more points, don’t blame him.

Jun Yan looked at Wen Jing, gentle and authentic: "Thank you Master, I like him too late."
Liu Yan was thinking about it and gently pumped his mouth. "That's good."
The ancient mirror school is the closest and most popular martial art from the Qingxu Jianzong. In the evening, eight people finally arrived.
The ancient mirrors are in a valley, quiet and secret. There are many rivers, nine bends and eighteen bends, stretching hundreds of miles, connecting seven or eighty lakes, like the pearls in the green field. When it is clear and windless, the lake is as elegant and peaceful as an old mirror, so the ancient mirror school gets its name.
It is winter, the valley is desolate, the lake is frozen, the dead wood is mixed with the white snow covering the valley, but there is no snowy mountain and the endless winter color. It is the quietest and lonely time of the year.
The disciples waiting at the entrance to the valley took several people in.
The leading disciple smiled and said: "I don't know which one is Lu Jing, the road monk?"
Wen Jing’s heart sank and he said:
It’s me.

This time he came to recognize the relatives of Lushan, and he almost forgot to mention it.
The disciple was busy: "The elders of the road asked the monks to go to see him tomorrow morning, and by the way, take the tokens of the road family."
Wen Jing had to promise: "Know it."
Jun Yanzhi inadvertently asked: "Is the road elder now busy?"
"I am working with the head."
Gao Xiao asked: "How many disciples have been killed this time? Is anyone injured?"
The disciple was a little sad, and he said with a smile: "Not much, more than forty. I slept until midnight that night, and there was a disciple in the room who called and jumped up, woke us up in a room, and blinked fiercely. It’s going to kill people with bare bottoms."
Liu Yan said: "A few years have passed, I don't know what it means."
The swimmer said with a smile: "While the brothers of the monarch practiced the "Hundred Thousands of Souls", they can automatically defend themselves against the demons. If he is also disturbed by the demons, are we not living?"
Wen Jing’s heart was bitter, and he looked at it like a swim.
If Jun Yan has a demons, the consequences are unpredictable. The death of the Hengyang Palace more than ten years ago is said to be caused by the madness of Yun Shaoyi. I want to come, the scene can only be compared to Shura hell.
The system says that he is "sinful and wicked, everyone is guilty." Should he really not survive?
There is also Duan Xuan, "for the sake of the disaster, should be removed", the system also decided that he should die.
Both of these people are damned. Where are they supposed to die?
Wen Jing looked at the face of an expressionless monarch.
How has he supported the reputation of destroying the family for so many years? The things of the year were not his intentions. The kind of pain, it was unbearable to think about it, and it was really... I felt pitiful when I thought about it.
The accommodation is arranged in the vicinity of Luzhidong Temple. It is a small small house by the lake. There are eight small rooms and five large rooms with different views. This is the place where the ancient mirrors received the guests. Only the people such as Xi Fang and Lu Changqing lived in the elegant, elegant and beautiful, which is much different than other places.
Wen Jing’s room is arranged next door to Jun Yan.
Wen Jing walked into the small room without a word, and took out the black sign that Lu Yunfei handed him before his death, and measured it in his hand.
The brand is a very good quality stone, heavy, and somehow reminds him of the scene where Jun Yan saved him. He locked his eyebrows for a while, kicked the table corner with sorrow, and finally ran out in a few steps, standing in front of Jun Yanzhi's room.
咚咚咚
Very gentle knock on the door.
"Come in."
"Sir brother, I didn't bother you?" Wen Jing touched his nose and walked in, posing the most friendly gesture. He looked around quietly, feeling the more elegant and simple furnishings of the big room, and gently closing the door.
"What's up?"
Wen Jing took out the token of the road home and put it on the table: "You release the news and say that I am the grandson of Lushan..."
"Not bad."
"Do you want me to recognize my family?"
Jun Yan looked at him calmly, but did not answer positively: "After recognizing the pro, let's stay in the ancient mirror for a while."
Wen Jing was dumb, and asked for a moment: "Do you want me to leave Hui Shifeng? Because I know your secret?"
Jun Yanzhi licks his lips and does not speak, does not recognize, does not deny.
Wen Jing said with anxiousness: "Why do you open me? Do you want to take a shot to Master?"
Jun Yanzhi took a deep breath: "I don't want to bully you, Duan Xuan's life, I must have it. You are sad, not sad, I will not let him go."
Wen Jing’s heart hurts:
Why? What did Master do wrong?

"Teacher, you obey, this is something between me and him."
"No, you at least tell me the reason reads;."
"I will tell you after I kill him."
"No, you tell me now." Wen Jing stared at him, his face was slightly pale because of his anger. "Jun Yanzhi, you dare not tell me the reason, is it because you also feel that the reason is untenable, afraid? I am against it? You tell me now, otherwise I will immediately run back to stay with Master. If I suicide in front of him, he will certainly believe me!"
Jun Yanzhi’s face is blue:
You dare.

Wen Jing angrily screamed: "Jun Yanzhi, you killed Master, how do you face the brothers in the future? Or is it that Master is related to the Hengyang Palace of the year? I am not going to..."
Suddenly, there were a few angry screams outside the door, like He Ling’s voice, but the peacetime was very different. The sound of cracks in the windows and doors was deafening, and a violent whirlwind flew through the doorway, smashing the wooden door with the ravages.
Wen Jing looked out from the outside, and in a vague way, He Ling, a white man, whirls in the air, surrounded by gusts of wind, not knowing who is fighting.
"Two brothers!" Wen Jing raised the sword and rushed out.
Jun Yan is a bit embarrassed, and keeps up with it.
He Ling's two eyes were red and bloody, fighting with the wolf-stricken Gao Xiao in the courtyard, Gao Xiao's festival was defeated, the stone table was cracked, the dead branches were spinning, and a good little courtyard was destroyed. Liu Qianmo, like a swimmer and other people, did not see well, and they yelled and rushed to the two who wanted to fight.
"Booming" two sounds, Liu Yumo was immediately pulled out a few feet away. The wind blade of the four winds rolled him, cut it on his body and bleeds. He fell on the wall made of stone and made a painful suffocation.
"Humph--!"
Wen Jing turned his head and looked at Jun Yanzhi: "Let them stop."
Jun Yanzhi stared at them coldly, his eyes closed and his eyes closed slowly.
He Ling's hair was dissipated, and a strong wind slammed out. The wind blade swayed, and it happened to fall on the chest of Liu Yanmo. He immediately took out dozens of deep scars and blood stained the outer shirt.
"Ah-!" Liu Yan screamed out.
"Jun Yanzhi, let them stop!" Wen Jing's long sword lifted, pointing straight to the throat of Jun Yan, crying hatefully, "otherwise I must kill you today."
There was confusion around, and no one noticed what the two had said.
Wen Jing took out the Sword of Sword, and the light flashed, biting his teeth toward the thorns of Jun Yan.
The swords are swaying, the winds are raging, and there is a blast in the small courtyard, with the murderousness of the monks, which is more than the four winds. Jun Yan did not avoid it, and his chest was immediately marked with a scar into the bone, standing still in the same place, looking at him with his lips.
"Why do you want to start with the second brother?" Wen Jing's hand was a little trembling.
The flesh turned outwards, and the green shirt on the chest was stained with blood, which made people unable to look straight. Jun Yanzhi feels like nothing, only looking at him with no expression.
"Jun Yanzhi, how did the two brothers offend you? Hurry up and let him stop!"
Jun Yan slowly turned his head and looked at the crazy He Ling. He whispered to Wen Jing: "I have stopped him for a long time and I will see you tonight."
The voice just fell, his clothes were light, and he slowly walked back to the room to read.
Wen Jing came to him and he rushed to He Ling.
Slowly, He Ling seems to wake up from a nightmare, and consciousness is pulled back from the boundless chaos and gradually returns. For a long time, the voice of the evil spirits in the ear gradually drifted away, and the surrounding scenery gradually became clear. He squinted at the wreckage around him, and his body on the ground swayed.
Liu Yan was dying, and the wall was slowly pulled up by Gao Xiao.
"Is it all done?" He Ling's face was pale.
"Not what you did, you lost consciousness." Wen Jing calmly lowered his head and whispered to Liu Yan. "Master can still support?"
Liu Yan stood up and smiled and said: "Can't die." Gao Xiaodao, who limped to the limping: "How is the high school brother?"
Gao Xiao wiped the mouth of the blood, and smiled and cursed: "Four winds are really eggs, today can be counted as a coach. It’s just that you and I have a big life, how can luck be so good? If He Ling suddenly stops, today I’m afraid Killed."
Several other disciples also stood up on the ground, but did not dare to scream, carefully licking the painful wound.
He Ling clenched his fists and his face was cold and cold.
Liu Yan said: "What about the younger brother?"
Wen Jing no expression: "I was injured in the chaos, I let him go back to the house to heal. The brothers go back to rest, they are healing."
The game seems to look at the sorcerer's sword, and the tip of the sword is a few drops of blood, one by one, falling on the ground. He put away his long sword and said in an understatement: "Today is good luck, but it is not necessarily lucky in the future. If any day is gone crazy, isn't there anyone who can live?"
Wen Jing tightened the hilt and his fingers trembled.
Today's scene, unbiased, let him once again think of the destruction of Hui Shifeng.
"This night, Liu Yanmo suddenly burst into a heart, jumped out of bed, bloodshot eyes full of eyes. There are countless evil spirits in front of the eyes, the shadows of the evil spirits are shaking, low-lying, people slowly lost the soul. He shakes Shaking out of the door, unconsciously rushing and roaring. The disciples of Hui Shifeng were spared and had already fallen into chaos.
When the news came to the news, the peaks of blood were everywhere, and the incomplete bodies were turned upside down. He Ling is alone, and his body is slashing and roaring like a lonely, poor, overwhelmed wandering soul. Only one night, only one living person was left on Hui Shifeng.

- From the penultimate chapter of "The Robbery of All Lives."
Wen Jing slowly collected the Su Xinjian.
No matter how pitiful the life of Jun Yanzhi, it is still necessary to destroy Hui Shifeng beyond recognition. Whatever the reason, he was able to start with Mo Shaoyan before, and he can start with He Ling today, and he will be able to start with Liu Yan in the future.
In the illusion of the Qing dynasty, the sword is given in order to kill the monster. Is this all arranged?
I was sent to this book, and I knew each other with Hu Shifeng’s disciples. Is it the same feeling as Jun Yan’s love? Is it to kill him?
No one can kill him, except Wen Jing.
This thought is really ridiculous. Killing a man is perhaps the meaning of his entry into the "Robbery of All People." 2k novel reading network