MTL - Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother-Chapter 48 This

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Wen Jing’s heart screamed badly, speeding up the pace and coming to a snowy mountain. The scenery of Hengtianmen is a winter snowy mountain. It is so desolate and desolate that it is almost impossible to see what it is.

The cold wind whistling, long hair flying and messy.

Between the sporadic luminescent stones, a person lay down on the ground, and a figure stood against him.

The figure is invisible in the dark, blurred and unrecognizable. Wen Jing looked at his head for a long time, and could not see the outline of the man.

The blood on the ground is flowing, a man is lying on his knees, and his distorted face is lying next to the blue luminous stone, reflecting like a ghost of death. He gnashed his teeth and was full of fear: "It turned out to be you... Yun Shaoyi... I should have killed you......"

Wen Jing was so excited that he could hear the sound of his heart beating.

Yun Shaoyi!

It turned out to be him!

This name is not someone else. It was the ten-year-old boy who died in the year of the Yungong Palace and suffered more than four hundred people. Is it definitely him? There are a few clouds in the world, and there are magics?

After the system gave the prompt of "Wang Sun Shaoyi", he would find all the relevant people with painstaking efforts. When he accidentally turned to the name "Yun Shaoyi", he certainly did not let it go.

Didn't Yun Shaoyi die with his family in the past? How did you escape?

Nowadays, it is very likely that "Chang Sun Shaoyi" and "Yun Shaoyi" are the same person. Why did they change their surnames? What is the meaning of the word "长孙"?

The slender back was unreasonable to the man, and the long sword was pierced into his heart. The man's body hangs down like a broken puppet, lying on the snow, motionless.

Wen Jing was full of fear and looked around his head. He only hoped that the back would turn his head and let him see who this person is.

The man wiped the sword in the night, but did not turn his head and flew away in the moonlight.

Wen Jing did not dare to catch up, his brain was messy, and when the back went away, he came to the front of the body. The blood is full of white snow, and the person's body is full of slash marks. There is no rule, and no moves can be seen. It is only because of the deep cultivation that the sword is deeply drawn into the body of the person. Hatred.

This is the cultivation of the swordsman, at least in the Golden Age.

If the system can continue to give him a reminder, as he goes on, he is very likely to find out the identity of "Yun Shaoyi".

Wen Jing calmed down in the cold wind of the whistling wind and ran to the residence quickly.

The arrow that returned along the original road flew for a long time, and Wen Jing carefully entered the window. Jun Yanzhi had not returned yet, and there was no trace of popularity in the room. He looked around and calmly took off his clothes, plunged into the thick quilt, and stared at the roof.

He hesitated a little, and pulled the clothes down again, just before he went out.

Yun Shaoyi was less than ten years old before the family was destroyed. Now, after 16 or 7 years, it should be similar to the age of He Ling and Jun Yan. There are too many people of this age, and the Wen Jing is so numerous that his brain creaks and screams like a few hundred flies.

After a short time, there was a slight noise from the window. Wen Jing quickly fell down on the bed and closed his eyes.

The man fell softly into the room, almost silent, taking off his clothes and getting into bed. The cold gas can penetrate through the bed, and the monarchy lay down in his arms, looking for a comfortable posture, and motionless.

A small cold wind in Wenjing’s heart was swirling. He half-supported the body and sat up, stunned his sleepy eyes: "Brother, where have you been?"

Jun Yanzhi’s face changed slightly, but immediately returned to normal: “Are you awake?” He didn’t care. He leaned back and said: “I just went to practice the sword, I will try to start, I can’t sleep for a few nights. ""

"Oh."

"Sleep, don't say much." After that, he turned over and ignored him.

The next morning, the sky was a bit gloomy.

Wen Jing Huaizhong is surrounded by Jun Yanzhi, his mind is confused, and he has not slept well overnight. The shades of blue under his eyes are too strong to be opened, like a malnourished devil.

"Brothers are early." He greeted him with a heavy head.

"You are not very good spirit." Jun Yan said faintly.

"A bit of a headache." Wen Jing squinted his forehead, revealing a half-green and half-white face. "I am at the top of the thirteenth floor. Occasionally, I am full of enthusiasm, and I can practice the sword."

"Don't go to Hengtianmen today, you can practice the sword." Jun Yanzhi picked up his clumsy sword.

"Yeah." Wen Jing smugly raised the sword and went out.

He is easy to forget about troubles with his sword. Although he only said that "Qingsong refers to the road", he does not feel embarrassed. He found a small corner in the snow next to his residence and practiced it all day long.

He Ling and Jun Yan shoulder to shoulder, standing by the window and looking.

Jun Yan thought thoughtfully and whispered: "This kid is so horribly invested in the sword that he may be higher than you and me in the future."

He Ling’s face was cold like a piece of ice, but there was a small flame in the scorpion: “It’s not possible, it’s certain.”

This sentence makes Jun Yan's sudden and depressed, can't tell for what. He was just about to open his mouth, and he couldn't wait to prevent it. There was a sudden pain in his brain. Like a spoon, his head was a spoonful of spoonfuls to swallow him. He immediately forced the pain, but the body was involuntarily tight.

"What's wrong with you?" The breath of the moment made the inspiration to some inconvenience, turning to look at him.

The look of Jun Yanzhi is indifferent: "Nothing, what do you say in the second brother?"

"Others waved their swords, but they felt superbly after tens of thousands of times. They couldn't practice. After Master ordered him to swing 50,000 swords, he actually felt that he was not enough, and he swung seven or eight hundred swords, only for the infuriating and sword. It is one. Others don't want to, but they can't grasp the subtle difference between the infuriating and the sword. They gradually give up. He always throws his sword all the time, like a world of selflessness, no distracting thoughts. In order to make the heart and sword unite. The heart is coming, the infuriating trend comes with the sword, and it is the foundation of the kendo."

"I have been practicing the sword for a few years, and I have never been to this situation." Jun Yanzhi bowed his head.

He Ling does not care to say: "You practice "The Dead Wood Swords" and "Feng Chunzhen", which is difficult and difficult to repair, and it is very versatile. It depends on the understanding of talents. Although this boy’s mind is pure, his understanding is not too deep, he can’t practice. Your swordsmanship. Before Yuan Ying, you are better than him. After entering Yuan Ying, this kid is afraid that no one can match."

Jun Yan’s gently licking his lips: “The second brother said yes. I don’t know what Master’s method is to be taught by Master?”

He Ling frowned and said a little angry: "I don't know everything."

Jun Yanzhi: "........."

During the day, there was nothing to do with it. At night, the head was covered with a pillow, and Wen Jing was inexplicably trying to sleep. The eyes gradually darkened, and the eccentric sleepiness enveloped the whole body, and it was impossible to refuse. He clearly wants to stay awake, how can he fall asleep?

This night, nothing.

The next day, Wen Jing and Jun Yanzhi went out with the hospitality disciples of Hengtianmen, and together they enjoyed the spectacular scenery of the Hengtian Mountains. Whether the scenery is spectacular, Wen Jing has no heart to appreciate, he is worried about the people who died in the mountains. The article said that Jun Yanzhi met Qi Jingshan's body when he was traveling with his disciple, so that he could not remember it all the time.

Jun Yan’s flying is beside him: “The younger brother seems to have some souls.”

"Head, headache." Wen Jing squinted his head.

"There is a sword stone, the shape is like the sword of the sky..." The disciple of Hengtianmen pointed to a towering stone that can be called a long-lost sword, "We..."

A seemingly fifteen or sixteen-year-old disciple flew from Linshan, and his eyebrows were clear and beautiful. He was wearing a light gray tight-fitting corset that was introduced to Hengtianmen. He was as confused as a cat who could not find a direction: "Brother, I saw and saw Qi. The lord of the peak, the lord of the peak, the body!"

"What nonsense!" The hospitality disciple yelled. "Here are the guests, you calm down!"

The young disciple was snorted and stopped in front of the leading disciple, scratching his head and saying: "It’s really dead. The brothers will follow me! I’ve cut so many swords on the body, like a meat. There is no trace of gas."

He pointed to a huge rock in the mountains: "It is in front of that huge stone!"

Others looked in the direction of his direction, the thorns in front of the boulder covered, desolate and wild, seemingly splashed with blood, faintly visible in a body behind the thorns, curled up and distorted.

The hospitality disciple is only seventeen or eighty years old. He has not yet built a foundation. He has been somewhat panicked when he encounters such a thing. He said to everyone: "I have something in my door. You will go back to your place of residence first, and then take you out on a different day." The disciple said: "Don't yell, see clearly Qi Fengzhu? Didn't look away?"

"I have been working here for more than a year. How can I look away? Qi Fengzhu also rewarded me with some grasses that I didn't know." The disciple was not willing to defend.

"That is vanilla, clearing your body's odor." The lead disciple bit his teeth and cut away with him.

"What smells do I have? Brothers don't believe it."

"........."

Wen Jing looked at the head and looked at the huge stone. The body could not be seen clearly, but the outline of the place and the rock was absolutely not wrong. The light is dark, it must be the desolate place of the night.

In other words, the one that Yun Shaoyi killed that night was Qi Jingshan. If Wen Jing can find the identity of Yun Shaoyi, he can repair the magic.

"Teacher, your head doesn't hurt?" The look of Jun Yanzhi's eyes stayed on Wenjing's face. "The face is a little red..."

"Head, headache." Wen Jing put away the excited look, squinted his head and said, "The brothers leave me alone, just a little while."

The death of Qi Jingshan is like a stone sinking in the sea. The word Hengtianmen has not been revealed. However, the Hengtianmen disciples who are moving around Wenjing’s residence are more and more frequent. From time to time, they see a group of three or five disciples dressed in gray, and they are slowly passing by. .

I spent two days quietly and quietly, as usual.

After two days of stability, when Wenjing began to feel uneasy, in the middle of the night, the alarm sound of piercing the mind woke Wenjing again.

"The magic correction is in action, please host to investigate immediately!"

Wen Jing woke up in a groggy way, and the bed was cold and cold, and Jun Yan had disappeared. He thought about it, the brother of the gentleman loved the insomnia in the middle of the night, maybe he couldn't sleep, and he didn't know where to work hard. Wen Jing didn't have much time to think about it. He mentioned a heavy sword and couldn't wait to get dressed and go out. There are too few chances. He has only two valuable invisible characters left, and he must take out the true face of Yun Shaoyi.

After a few steps in the snow, I saw He Ling in a white coat and flew far away. He landed on the ground, frowned at Wen Jing, and said coldly: "What are you going to do? Where are you going?"

Wen Jing is in a hurry: "The second division does not care about me."

Why did Jun Yanzhi and He Ling not sleep, like a night owl, in the middle of the night in the snow?

"What are you going out in the middle of the night? What about your brother?"

"No!"

He Ling snorted and grabbed the collar of Wen Jing: "Go back to sleep."

Wen Jing said with anger: "You let me go! I have something to be done!"

He struggled hard and offered an invisible charm. He Ling's reaction was faster, fluttering frivolously to hold the charm in his hand, and the speed was amazing. Wen Jing called "You dare!", anxiously pulling He Ling's arm, and suddenly whispered, the figure of the two disappeared into the air.

He Ling hugged Wen Jing's wrist, but the tone was not high but it made people shudder: "Where did you get this stealth charm? Take it back and go to sleep!"

Wen Jing’s heart was anxious, and he was intimidated by He Ling’s intimidation. He bit his teeth and said: “It’s also God’s will to hit the second brother tonight. Then, take the second brother to see a person tonight.”

"who?"

Wen Jing took him: "You don't have to say more, you can see it when you look at it."