Chapter 55 Revising the Plot of Delation
In the still woods, Wen Jing crouched down, doodling on the ground with a dry branch. He had been waiting for an hour.
In the original text, Duan Xuan died earlier than Liu Qianmo and others. No one figured out how the evil cultivator did that. Why did Jun Yan come here so late while the Master left?
Maybe it was tonight that something happened.
Wen Jing did not know what Duan Xuan likes to eat or drink, and did not know his schedule, but Jun Yanzhi might know. If he put a drop of blood on Duan Xuan’s glass…
Suddenly, there was a figure at the door that appeared silently from the darkness.
Wen Jing did not move, he saw that Jun Yanzhi headed down and flew away like an eagle in the night, deadpan.
Suddenly, the branches in his hand suddenly snapped.
There were all Guardian Wards surrounded the cave houses of every peak masters in history. However, Duan Xuan refused to live in Lu zhen’s place and chose to sleep in this remote stone house where the defense was weaker more than half. And Liu Qianmo privately told He Ling that Duan Xuan didn’t care much about himself, even abandoned himself. Therefore, Duan Xuan set up a Guardian Ward in the house mostly, but it might not be able to cover everywhere.
At least, it didn’t covered around his house.
Wen Jing hanged out like a ghost till midnight. He was disturbed, many thoughts tangled like a twist in his mind.
How could Jun Yanzhi really hurt Duan Xuan? Even if Duan Xuan was not good enough as the Master, he also taught him the “New Spring Pith Instruction”, not to mention his teaching for many years.
He sneaked into Duan Xuan’s house at night, for what? Even if not for killing, he could secretly do something bad to the Master, what about others?
Mo Shaoyan had been mad few days ago, if the Master also had an incident…
It’s already at noon. Wen Jing had practiced the sword for two hours, being uneased. He walked back to his house absent-mindedly and lay down on the bed, staring at the roof. He once made a vow of “Never betray” to Jun Yan, but now it seemed as a prediction.
However now the betrayer was not me, but him!
Wen Jing felt so painful that he sat up suddenly.
He must to ask Jun Yanzhi about it.
In any case, Jun Yan owed him an explanation for their lasting brotherhood.
Wen Jing opened the quilt and got out of bed like a gust of wind.
Suddenly an alarm bell rang in his head, the system made constant and harsh noises.
“Host please attention! It is a suicidal act to straight provoke the evil cultivator! Repeat, it’s a suicidal behavior! The defense system does not allow you to do it!”
Wen Jing looks cold and ignored the warning.
“Please be careful, Host! Your place has recently been set up an Invisible Ward, and the evil cultivator will notice you!”
Wen Jing suddenly stopped at the door: “Why don’t you say it earlier?”
“Because the Invisible Ward does not threaten your security before.”
Wen Jing looked around in a panting breath, and there was a blunt knife in his heart that was slowly cutting and fainting him.
He was regulating my movements.
Jun Yan had already been suspecting him, treating him as a prisoner and watching his every move. What was the difference between him and Lu Yunfei?
If not being guilty, why did he need to do this?
It’s disappointment or sadness in Wen Jing’s numb heart.
The system had confirmed that Jun Yanzhi was the evil cultivator. Mo Shaoyan was mad and almost died half a month ago. Now Jun Yanzhi aimed at Duan Xuan and regulated my movements… How much more evidence did I need to admit his real face? Until someone of the Smart Stone Peak died?
Wen Jing took a deep breath.
Nowadays, it’s useless to speak with Jun Yanzhi. The Master had to know the truth.
The more indulgent to him, and the more dangerous the Master and the Shixiongs would be.
The alarm bell was ringing, but Wen Jing did not care and flew to Duan Xuan’s house.
He was going to wait at the door until the Master returned!
The winter sun hanging in the air, wind blew cold snow on his face. Seen from afar, the dark grey back in front of had an untidy hair, standing by the cliff and looking down.
Wen Jing flew faster.
The figure heard the voice of Wen Jing far away, he frowned and turned his head slightly: “What are you worried about? Slow down!”
“Master.” Wen Jing did not dare to defy, he was afraid to be too close and slowly landed a little behind Duan Xuan, “You’re back.”
Duan Xuan did not look back, he had expected it: “Got to the Foundation Level?”
“Yes.”
Duan Xuan did not say anything, looking down for a long time. Finally his mind came back: “wait here.”
He left a word in a cold tone, and then turned into the stone house. After a while, he came out again, holding a yellow book with a white border. The book has been kept for a long time, its cover was bloody, and the pages were broken.
“This is “The Single Sun Swordsmanship “. Although there are only three strokes, they are powerful…” He was impatient and made the explanation short, “Anyway, if you practice to the top, and the power is not much better than the “Deadwood Swordsmanship”. Your understanding was poor, but you are good at the control of the sword power. I can’t find the other books, so you learn it first.”
Wen Jing took over the old book and bowed his head: “… Thank you Master.”
“How is the “A Green Pine to Guide the Road” going?”
“I, I still don’t master it.”
Duan Xuan’s face immediately drooped, it seemed to be a storm on it. But he kept his temper and closed lips at last.
“I must practice harder, please do not worry about it.” Wen Jing’s hair stand on and the scalp was numbed. He headed up with the rapid heartbeat, “Master, there is one thing I want to report to you now.”
“What’s it?”
Wen Jing said calmly: “Master, what I’m going to say maybe is hard to believe…But please listen to me patiently.”
“Say it.”
“Master, I wandered around the mountain last night, and happened to came to your house. You was not there last night, but I hid in the dark forest and saw a person went into your house.”
Wen Jing looked at Duan Xuan calmly. He did not need to sue all the things that Jun Yanzhi had done. He only wanted the Master to beware of Jun Yanzhi.
Duan Xuan frowned and glanced at the man in green clothes who was flying over here from afar.
Wen Jing did not notice that man, he took a deep breath and said: “Last night, I saw that it was not someone else but Jun Shixiong under the brightest moon!”
Duan Xuan closed half eyes and his eyebrows twisted into a rope: “You said that Yanzhi sneaked into my house last night?”
“Yes, Master! I dare not to lie.” Wen Jing looked at Duan Xuan with sincerity. And in case the Master didn’t believe, he struggled and said, “Besides, Jun Shixiong went out to practice sword every night in the Sky Balance Sect, I…”
Wen Jing’ suddenly shivered, a faint magic aura in his back interrupted him.
He immediately turned back, and saw Jun Yanzhi standing five feet behind him and looking at him without an emotion.
The tight string in his mind snapped. Jun Yanzhi just hidden his magic aura!
He got angry and turned to look at Duan Xuan, saying urgently: “Master! What I said is true. Please to do a thorough search and there must be the evidence in your room…”
Duan Xuan said coldly: “I don’t know what you mean by these words. Last night I closed my eyes for rest in the house all night and never went out. If someone came in, I must know.”
Wen Jing opened his mouth and his lips shivered slightly: “…You were in the house last night?”
“Never left overnight.”
Wen Jing frowned: “Well…then the man I saw last night…”
“Why are you framing your Jun Shixiong?” Duan Xuan’s face was as bad as black clouds. “He went out practice sword har every night in the Sky Balance Sect and didn’t stay with… So you are upset?”
Saying half, he closed his mouth like a river otter with a light red face
“I am not, Master. He is playing tricks -” Wen Jing defended quickly.
“Nonsense, what is the problem between you that let you say that?” Duan Xuan was a little annoyed, and gathered a small whirlwind in his hand. “?”
“Master! You -“
As the whirlwind was going to fall on Wen Jing, Jun Yanzhi stepped forward and pulled Wen Jing behind him, calmly speaking to Duan Xuan: “Master, Shidi has some quarrels with me. He is so angry that he complained to you. It’s all my fault. Please allow me to bring him back and talk.”
Duan Xuan received the whirlwind in his hand, and said seriously: “Deal with the contradiction between you two exactly and don’t make troubles. And I’ll get him a three-month grounding to concentrate on practicing sword.”
Wen Jing heard and angrily shouted: “Master, listen to me! Anyone else is fine, don’t let him–“
“Yes.” Jun Yanzhi grabbed the sleeves of Wen Jing and interrupted him composedly. “Shidi, leave with me.”
“No, no, no…” Wen Jing was dragged away by Jun Yanzhi, worried and scared, and the goose bumps came out one by one.
The door slammed. The big turtle on the bed raised its head with surprise and looked at the person who was thrown into the bed. The bed sagged, rising and down in Wen Jing’s words full of anger and panic.
“Jun Yanzhi, you are a hypocrite! Let’s fight outside!”
Jun Yanzhi stood by the bed, and his elegant and peaceful face got black: “Shidi we need a talk.”
“Where did you go last night?”
Wen Jing climbed to the other side of the bed, but Jun Yanzhi calmly grasped his ankle and draged him over: “Shidi, what do you know?”
The slender fingers, like a pair of pliers, pinched Wen Jing’s chin. He was forced to look into the deep eyes of Jun Yanzhi. His hairs stood on in fear, and he answered hard: “I know everything.”
“Everything what?”
Wen Jing glared at him angrily: “All the things!”
The anger in Jun Yanzhi’s quiet voice, seemed to devour Wen Jing next moment: “So you told on me to Master.”
“Because you’re going to kill him!” Wen Jing angrily shouted in a low voice.
Wen Jing’s clothes were torn open rudely, he was pushed into the bed with bare chest.
“Jun Yanzhi! What are you going to do!” Jun Yanzhi gave Wen Jing a suffocating French Kiss. Wen Jing failed to push him away, he punched Jun Yanzhi angrily.
It’s powerless, but Jun Yanzhi pulled his tongue away and said slowly with an angry face, “Do it again.”
He grasped the two wrists of Wen Jing together immediately by his internal magic as a chain made of the rare black iron.
“Jun Yanzhi, kill me!” Wen Jing angrily yelled, “You better cut off my hands and feet, or I will kill you!”
Jun Yanzhi looked down at him softly, and took the cyan hair band from his right hand to gently tie the hands of Wen Jing to the bed: “This is a treasure made by the silk of third-order monsters, which even a Golden Alchemy cultivator is difficult to break.”
“You!” Wen Jing was so angry that he could not speak. The greasy tongue intruded into his mouth once again, and the belt was gently hooked off.
“Jun Yanzhi, calm down! It makes no sense!”
Jun Yanzhi did not answer, he calmly took off his outer grown and middle clothes, wearing only baggy underwear. He looked down and kissed Wen Jing who was struggling.
Wen Jing could feel his lips were being bitten and the tongue intruded into his mouth, forthright and rude.
Wen Jing couldn’t speak. After a long time, he turned away and said coldly: “Jun Yanzhi, don’t destroy the lasting feeling between us.”
Jun Yanzhi put his head in Wen Jing’s shoulder and whispered: “Yes, it’s so many years of feeling.”