Chapter 83:

The words of the king said that the hand of Wen Jing: "Swordsman five or six hundred people are waiting for us to save, brother, you can get the overall situation, do not be chaotic because of the big turtle."
Wen Jing nodded with tears.
Jun Yanzhi again said to Liu Yan: "Master, are there any injuries among our brothers?"
Liu Yan was busy: "The heart of the wall and Li Shu were injured, and they are lying in their own room."
Jun Yanzhi pulled Wen Jing's hand and walked away: "Master, you must first bring the big turtle into the room of Jing Shidi. Let's go to see the younger brother, and wait for the next big turtle."
Wen Jing's hand was tight, and the joints were a bit white.
Jun Yan's soft voice: "We are going to save you Li brother and brother, ah?"
Wen Jing shed tears and nodded heavily.
Jun Yanzhi and his ten fingers tangled and clenched, whispered: "Resist the point..."
Wen Jing’s hand was holding the half finger and a jade ring:
Brother, do you know who this finger is?

Jun Yan said faintly: "Hong Xiufeng Zhao Ningtian's ... now afraid that he has escaped."
When he came to the room of the heart of the wall, he was sitting at the table and writing, his eyes were low and depressed, and he looked a bit bitter. Mo Shaoyan saw him for the first time so afraid of death. He hadn't resisted for a long time. He whispered, "Where are you, are you writing a last word?"
Going to the wall and saying: "Well... writing it..."
Mo Shaoyan suddenly has some speechlessness: "...I am a brother, you still have two months of life, you know?"
The heart of the heart is sore and pharynx: "You are still too long in two months, why are you so worried?"
"...you can't die at all."
"You don't have to comfort me, you have your own illness, and no one in this technique is alive."
Jun Yanzhi stood at the door and coughed: "I am going to give you a cure."
"Healing? Can cure?" Going to the heart and looking straight out of the neck, a look is a deep grievance of Jun Yanzhi, the heart of the entanglement and up, can not help but add a sentence, "In addition to crying, you will heal ?"
Mo Shaoyan stunned him: "How do you feel so timid?"
Jun Yan sat down without saying a word.
Mo Shaoyan whispered: "As the saying goes, good people don't live long lives, and the evils are eternal. For the brothers, if you don't talk indiscriminately, you will die, and most of them will die."
"Roll, if I am dead, the most incompetent younger brother is you, I must be buried with you."
Although the heart of the heart is stunned, it is not completely unreasonable. When I say it once, I close my mouth. I am full of guardingly lying on the bed to let Jun Yan’s healing, and squinting at the motion.
The healing is extremely depleted of the physical strength of the heart wall. Jun Yanzhi drives out the magical power in his body, and the injury to the heart wall is almost as good as it is, and the strength is not enough to fall on the bed to rest, hehe.
Jun Yanzhi looked up at Wen Jing, but he saw him looking out the window and whispered, "Is thinking about the big turtle?"
"Nothing..." Wen Jing bowed his head but did not dare to look at him.
Jun Yan was silent for a moment, glaring at his hand: "When I am busy with this, tell a story to you."
Wen Jing nodded.
Jun Yanzhi said to Mo Shaoyan: "Go to tell Yunxi elders and move all the injured disciples to the Qingxu Hall. I will rush after the Li Shu is cured."
"Good!" Mo Shaoyan quickly left.
Wen Jing said coldly: "Zhao Ningtian? Is it so let him go? Do you want to chase him?"
Jun Yanzhi looked at him deeply: "Without chasing, he will come to the door himself."
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The hall of the Qing Dynasty is brightly lit, although it is late at night, it is very lively. Hundreds of disciples were arranged in a row, while whispering, while looking down at the help of Jun Yan.
"So, the lord is the one who ruined Hengyang Palace?"
"What is Zhao Ningtian running again?"
"Is it true that Jun Yan is the magic?"
"Yes, but the events of the past three years do not seem to have been made by him."
"So our injury is not his fault?"
"It does not seem."
"Who is that wrong? Is the sovereign not dead?"
"You asked me who I asked?"
"I just want to know what attitude should be taken to Jun Yan."
"He wants to heal you. What do you say about your attitude?"
"It's better to slap him, then you can go down and ask the lord."
"........."
"Who is the ruined person next to Jun Yan?"
"You forgot it? Is that the one who entered the celestial tower three years ago!"
"Isn't I still dying in the tower? How can I escape?"
"You asked me who I asked?"
"He is not dead, that is to say, the sovereign is not necessarily dead?"
"...this is too messy, and it doesn't make people live?"
Since the death of Jun Yanzhi from the Jianzong three years ago, he has received many criticisms and countless eyes. The disciples here have barely said anything bad about him behind him.
However, in the 30 years of Hedong and the 30th year of Hexi, now the false benefactors and the true and false gentlemen have become true and savior, and the disciples have become the ones who are favored by others. It is somewhat unacceptable. Their news is not as good as the peaks, and the rumors are not accurate, so many people still have a lot of hostility towards him.
The atmosphere in the hall is tense, and it seems that if it is touched, it will erupt at any time.
Wen Jing’s mind is not here, and his eyes are drifting out of the temple.
Jun Yanzhi has not let him go to see the big turtle, the meaning is clear and clear. He didn't even think about it now. When he couldn't move his eyes, there would be a big turtle in the pool of blood, half his eyes hanging in his palm.
At that time, the last exchange between them.
Even if you rush back to see the big turtle, what can you see? A cold body?
Wen Jing’s face was slightly white and his body trembled.
That steady, stupid thing has always existed in his life, never asking for anything, nor asking for anything. Forever, An An’s squatting on the open space, on the bed, became part of the room and changed. It has become a part of life and will not disappear suddenly, as if it will accompany people in this life.
After it disappears, will the days be the same?
In the meantime, the gentle voice of Jun Yan sounded in his ear: "Teacher, let's go out and breathe?"
In one sentence, he pulled him back to reality.
Wen Jing turned his head and looked at the full-fledged disciples in the hall. He said calmly: "No, you continue to heal them."
Jun Yanzhi did not speak, and took him to the Yunxi elders who read the book in front of the temple. He calmly asked: "Elders, when the former sects asked me to heal, I would not let me rest once a month. You let me How many times do you take a break?"
Elder Yunxi quickly put down the book and smiled with a beard and said, "How many times do you have to rest, how many times to rest?"
Standing on the side of Li Qingyun whispered: "Shi Zun, Lu Fengzhu, Shao Fengzhu, etc. are all harmed by the magic method, there is no treatment."
Elder Yunxi smiled and said: "They don't come to the queue. Are they waiting for Jun Yan to personally come to them for treatment? If they are not cured, they will be theirs. They have their own decisions. The sovereigns have to change. Change a few young ones."
It was quiet all around, and there was no sound at all.
The main change was made, who is it?
The elders of Yunxi have no choice but to smile. They waved their hands with a smile: "Yanzhi and Wenjing go to rest. These are waiting for medical treatment. It is good for you to treat them. I will invite you to drink.

Jun Yanzhi: "...Xie elder."
Wen Jing followed him without saying a word, and his face was cold like ice slag. I used to be blushing when I was watched by the crowd. Now I feel nothing.
Jun Yanzhi flew in front, took Wen Jing in the quiet night, and came to the edge of a beautiful moon. He fell lightly, slammed the boulder on the edge of the cliff with his sleeve and smiled and said, "Sit down."
The boulder was flat and spacious, and Wen Jing sat down on the right side of Jun Yanzhi, holding a scorpion in one hand, and only groaning.
Jun Yanzhi sighed a little, and some were awkward. After the disfiguration of Wen Jing, he has been subconsciously revealing his right face to him, and he is always in the middle of nostalgia, like a heart. Now he doesn't even care about this. It shows how big the big turtle has hit him.
Jun Yan took his shoulder and whispered: "Tired, huh?"
Wen Jing’s heart was slightly sour, but he still had no expression.
"Teacher, I will tell you a story tonight, do you listen, can't you?" Jun Yanzhi held him down, let Wen Jing pillow in his arms, and pulled his long legs. Wrapped around yourself.
Wen Jing still did not speak, letting Jun Yan be at the mercy.
Jun Yanzhi clasped him tightly and said softly: "Do you know what happened to the ancestor of Jianzong and the giant python? After the disappearance of Jianzong, what happened?"