MTL - Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother-Chapter 37

Xi Fangdao said: "When I clear my disciples into the mountain gate, I will use Lingshi to detect the roots. Now none of the more than 1,300 disciples are woody Tianlingen. If other schools are qualified to be so high. Disciples, reputation must also have spread throughout the bamboo wind country."

Lushan Mountain Emei: "...If you can't find it, no one can contain this magic repair." While talking, the eyes linger on the young people lying on the ground.

Lu Changqing said: "This is the case, and it is not too late to re-examine the spiritual roots of the disciples in Zongmen."

Qin Xiaodao of Huang Huafeng thought thoughtfully: "Elders of Fang Cailu said that this person must have a strong root of wood, if the roots are rich, but it is not a spiritual root, can you?"

Lu Zhishan said: "Two or three spiritual roots, Linggen will not be too strong, how can Qindaoyou say this?"

Qin Xiao slightly bowed his head and frowned. "Nothing... maybe it is my heart."

At this time, a woman’s cold voice was heard: “A few days ago, the monarchy, Mu Linggen was not very rich?”

Everyone looked and saw the woman twenty-seven, wearing a white robe, the face is beautiful, the skin is better than the snow, and the cheeks are like the white lotus. It turned out to be the peak of the peak of the moon, Li Qingyun.

Qin Xiao smiled and said: "Yes, he had a scent of vegetation in the back hall, which made people feel refreshed."

The rest of the peaks have also been thinking about it. Shao Jun frowned: "There are different reasons for the body to disperse incense, and it may not be that the roots are rich."

"But that wood is fragrant, but it is pure."

"What qualification is he? Is the second Linggen or the three Linggen?"

Lu Changqing said: "Call him, I will know when I try."

The mat gently touched the long beard and said nothing.

The mountain of Lushan saw people saying different things and asked: "If it is a hundred thousand fire, then he will call him to try it. What is the relationship?"

After thinking for a while, he said to Zhu Xi: "What time do you have to pay attention to Jun Yanzhi?"

Zhu Xi was hesitant, and whispered the matter outside the hall.

The mountain of Lushan heard it and said: "It’s really nonsense. Zhao Feng’s main attack is caused by the magical control of his mind. It has nothing to do with the smell on the platform. Moreover, the magic repairs the power of the mind to cause the loss of consciousness. You don't need to read any curse. Call him quickly and let the poor road look for him."

The seat nodded and said: "Call him over."

The stone house is quiet, Wenjing sits on the bed of Jun Yan, holding the big turtle to feed it to eat. The big turtle has not returned for half a year, but it is a bit rusty, lying on the legs of Wen Jing, silently biting.

Jun Yanzhi was lying on the bed halfway, and looked at him for a while and said, "I want to take a nap, do you want to sleep?" and secretly sent an aura to the big turtle.

The big tortoise jerked up and the limbs moved, and it was actually going to climb down the bed.

Wenjing quickly placed the big turtle on the ground and watched it climb out step by step.

When the big turtle left, Wen Jing had nothing to do, and he lay down halfway down with Jun Yan and said, "Let your brother sleep, I will blink."

"Also..." Jun Yan turned his head and spit a sigh of relief on the face of the teenager who closed his eyes.

Sure enough, only a moment later, Wen Jing’s breathing was even and he slept.

Jun Yanzhi raised his hand, the door and the window were tightly closed, and the room was dark. He took Wen Wen in his arms with a light hand and looked at it for a while, bowing his lips.

I haven't kissed him for a long time, and I started to miss again.

The two men's tongues are intertwined, and the touch is warm, with a little numbness. Wen Jing is motionless, and the hand of Jun Yan gently opens his clothes and kisses deeper.

He rarely untied Wenjing's clothes, but it has become more and more unbearable in recent months.

The hand slowly stroked, the lower abdomen under the palm of the hand was smooth and firm, without a trace of fat, not even too much hair.

Jun Yan under the belly swelling. His hand stopped on Wenjing's waist and hesitated for a while, finally untied Wenjing's pants.

The two of them were separated by a layer of trousers and scorned together. Jun Yanzhi pulled away the lips of Wen Jing and buried his head in his shoulder.

He gasped low, and the thing was hard like iron, but there was nowhere to vent.

This kid now worships him as a saint. If one day knows...

When I think of it, there is a sudden pain in my mind, like a fire, almost losing my mind.

Jun Yanzhi quickly pulled away, calmed and adjusted his interest, and pressed down the pain.

After a long time, he finally recovered.

The clothes on the boy's body have been untied by him. The skin is light and smooth, and the pants are hung low on the knees, revealing a large piece of firm body. Jun Yanzhi looked down and saw that he still couldn't sleep, so his mouth twitched slightly and his clothes were put on.

His fingers slammed on Wen's forehead and lay quietly on the side.

Wen Jing slept a little lighter, turned over and held Jun Yanzhi in his arms, unconsciously scorning his back.

This is the habit of holding a big snake in Wenjing night. When I was young, Wen Jing was relatively lonely, and I was not very close to my brothers. In the evening, I waited for the big snake to come, and hugged one another. When I couldn’t sleep, I whispered, "Are you a male snake or a female snake?"

Jun Yanzhi was annoyed, and one day he finally revealed his own things coldly.

Since that day, the kid has never asked.

One of Jun Yan did not move to hold him, and his mind slowly drifted away.

At this time, Lu Zhishan should have already said "Hundred Thousands of Souls"?

Just don't know if anyone thinks about coming to me? If not, how do you remind yourself of the rich Mullingen?

They don't know that it is difficult to find the heirs in "Hundred Thousands of Souls". It is not because the mighty temper is proud, but this method of practice must be passed down by one and a half feet into the magic path.

No one knows that in the past, in order to study the technique of subduing the magic, he also secretly cultivated the magic.

The reason why he knows this is because he was chosen as the inheritor by "Hundred Thousands of Souls" when he was six years old.

Yes, "Hundred Thousand Souls" is one of the inheritance exercises of Hengyang Palace.

On that day, the father took him to the Chamber of the Hengyang Palace. He looked at him with a sigh of relief, and the grass was fragrant and fragrant. After the entry, the shadows were heavy and an old man appeared in his mind.

The old man was very proud at first, and after the fusion of the gods, he suddenly showed an endless grief and told him the next secret. No one could say it.

It turned out that the power was a Jindan monk. In the past, he was able to eradicate the demon martyrdom, and disregarded the pleadings of his wife and children, and the hands were stained with the blood of hundreds of innocent people. One day, the monk fell into chaos and his mind was dysfunctional. When he was awake, he finally found a way to subdue the magic. He was pleasantly excited. When he looked back, he was scared to find that his wife and children had already been brought into the illusion by him and killed each other.

The monk used this method to sweep away the magic, but he was silent from then on.

"Hundreds of Thousands of Souls" can not only crack the magic repair technique, but also suppress your own demons. If you practice for a long time, you can hope to fade the whole body.

It is a pity that he is too young to be practicable. He has to wait until he is fifteen years old before he can start practicing. I didn't expect that at the age of ten, the Hengyang Palace was in trouble. The "Hundred Thousands of Souls" was taken away in the chaos. It was only when I accidentally went to the ancient mirror school last year that I was slightly inductive. It turned out to be in the hands of the mountain of the road. .

Jun Yanzhi does not know where his natural magic comes from, but now he has Wenjing, he wants to live well with him.

How did "Hundred Thousands of Spirits" fall on the hands of the mountain of the road?

Being contemplative, Wen Jing’s body moved, and Jun Yan’s slightly raised his head: “Wake up?”

Wen Jing immediately released the monarchy in his arms. He sat up halfway, his face was reddish, and he smiled and said: "Brother, I am sleeping with you..."

While talking, one side.

I thought that I would admire the emperor's brothers. Is it true that the two brothers said that in fact, the heart is very embarrassing, and only one mind is thinking about the cheapness of the brothers?

Jun Yan's lips, whispered: "Teacher, I have something to ask you..."

"what's up?"

"What is your grandfather's relationship with the elders of the ancient mirror school?"

Wen Jing stayed for a while, and said: "The original brother has already known..."

Jun Yan said slowly: "I don't know anything. On the day you met me, I accidentally saw the Blackrock brand in your hand. Today, the elders of the road visited, and his son also hangs a similar I was a little curious about the brand, and I thought that the 'road' surname is rare..."

While talking, while watching the expression of Wen Jing.

Wen Jing thought that there was nothing to hide this. He said: "I don't care, my grandfather is indeed the son of the ancient mirror road elders."

Jun Yanzhi bowed his head: "This is really the case... This time the elders come, don't you want to recognize him?"

Wen Jing quickly said: "The brother did not know, after my grandfather died that day, I found a small book when I cleaned up the room, which wrote my life. It turned out that I was not his biological grandson, he was a child from childhood. The child, the purpose... is to win."

Jun Yan looked up at him: "There was such a point..."

Wen Jing bowed his head: "Well, that's almost the case."

Jun Yan's face was reddish, gently holding him in his arms, holding him from behind: "The original teacher is also like me, childhood is unfortunate." And softly comforted: "You don't feel bad, I will be good to you in the future." ......"

Wenjing only felt that the fragrance of the vegetation came from the nose, and he was uneasy and relaxed: "It’s all in the past, no big deal."

Jun Yanzhi looked at him, his heartbeat slowly accelerated: "Teacher, are you almost seventeen this year?"

"Ok."

The lips of Jun Yanzhi moved and finally asked: "Can you be mindful?"

Wen Jing stayed in bed, thinking that the realm of cultivation is not allowed to fall in love? He quickly said: "Nothing at all, I never even thought about it."

"...can also think about it."

"No hurry, the brothers have not yet had a sweetheart." When I was 14 years old, there was a girl in the class who talked to me in the middle of the night and was questioned by her parents for a long time. At that time, I couldn’t say why, and I stood in the afternoon. Adults say "you go to fall in love", in fact, all are counter-talk.

Jun Yan closed his mouth and did not speak.

Wen Jing walked down from the bed, opened the window and the door, and the breeze blew, and the big turtle quietly squatted on the open space at the door.

Suddenly, the air spirits were infiltrated, and a disciple flying in an ink-colored gown in the distance, steady and self-sustaining, fell to the door of Jun Yan, but it was originally a big disciple of the banquet, Zhu Xi.

Zhu Xi’s attitude is gracious, and he sighs: “Jun Shidi, Xi Zongzhu asked the younger brother to go to Yurong Peak and have something to do.”

Wen Jing immediately looked at the stone house, feeling a little excited.

There was no sound in the stone house quietly, and I finally came out alone. Jun Yan's dress is neat, plain green shirt is elegant, no hurry to say: "Yes."