Those years when I started a business in the comprehension world

Wen Xinze cleaned up his messy emotions and closed the door.

He turned around, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Xuanhu lying on the desk, beating the table with his front paws and weeping bitterly, like an old general who failed to guard the lord Jiangshan.The emotion of remorse and reluctance rushed over his face, which directly taught people to feel compassion.

Wen Xinze: "..." The playwright fox, born in the world of comprehension really prevented him from entering the entertainment industry.

"Okay, I know you didn't do it on purpose, I don't blame you, just kneel down." Wen Xinze straightened his body, put his hands behind his back, and acted for a while with the playful fox on the desk.

Xuanhu staggered back, stepped on his own tail without paying attention, and fell on the desk all over the place.

Wen Xinze couldn't help laughing, and went over to pick up Xuanhu, "Are you getting into the drama too much, have you forgotten that you have a long tail?" Although he is a little liar and a little showman, he is still quite cute.

The next day, Wen Xinze received a gift from Cheng Jun, a jade buckle with a silver tassel.

Cheng Jun: "Return the gift."

Wen Xinze glanced at the jade buckle given by Chengjun in his hand, and then at Chengjun's belt—the belt that Chengjun wore today was a present from Wen Xinze. the meaning of.

If he wears this jade buckle and bumps into Cheng Jun who is wearing the belt he gave him, it will probably be no different than telling the world that they are together.

However, Cheng Jun carefully prepared the gift in return, and it is always bad to refuse.

As long as he doesn't wear it, it's just a gift in return.

Two months passed in a flash.

During this period, Chen Sanzui and Shen Huaichuan recovered from their injuries, and together with Lin Fei, they tossed out the basic formation of the mountain protection formation.

Eleven mentioned that the monks who came to rob Duobaoshan really brought people to rob Duobaoshan again.This time the other party was even worse, met Cheng Jun at home, did not snatch a single blade of grass from Duobaoshan, but was robbed by Cheng Jun.

Wen Xinze spent more than half of the past two months in Lingcao Garden.

He took all the spiritual grass seeds he bought from Chi Yan to the spiritual grass garden.After two months, the spiritual grass garden, which was originally bare, has become verdant.

As the evening was approaching, Wen Xinze had checked the growth of the spirit grass, and was about to leave the spirit grass garden with Cheng Jun, when he saw Lin Fei running over in a hurry.

"Master Patriarch, there are monks robbing the land again at the foot of the mountain."

"How are they dressed?" Cheng Jun squeezed his wrist and followed Lin Fei down the mountain.

"There are two clothes that look like earth-level magic weapons." Lin Fei answered skillfully.

"What weapons did you bring?"

"The weapons are average, but there is a magic weapon with a Tianzi rank."

Wen Xinze: "..." Listening to this conversation, what I didn't know was that someone came to the door with gifts and bribes.

Wen Xinze complained in his heart, but he still went down the mountain to watch the excitement.

Eighty percent of Duobao Mountain is surrounded by barren hills, and there are few people around. There is basically no excitement outside, and it is all thanks to these hard-thinking monks to send warmth to the door.

Wen Xinze just doesn't want to travel long distances, but he still likes to watch the excitement.

When Wen Xinze and the others came to the foot of the mountain, Chen Sanzui and Shen Huaichuan were confronting each other.

A total of twelve people came, including men and women, and two of them were demon cultivators, who were provoking Eleven and May Day—the demon cultivators always despised monsters, even if they took shape.

Seeing this, Wen Xinze's smile faded.

Cheng Jun turned his head to glance at Wen Xinze, and was not surprised by his reaction at all, this person has always been protective of his weaknesses.Otherwise, when they first met, they wouldn't fight each other.

"The uninvited guests who came today are really noisy." Cheng Jun walked forward, and Eleventh and May Day retreated to both sides.

"Are you the owner of this mountain?" The leading man among the monks on the opposite side took a step forward, looked Chengjun up and down, and asked cautiously.

Cheng Jun ignored that person at all, and directly summoned thunder and lightning, accompanied by deafening thunder, with more than a dozen thunderbolts in succession.The monk who was standing upright on the opposite side suddenly lay down on the ground.Those with low cultivation levels immediately lost consciousness, while those with high cultivation bases were still struggling and convulsing.

Cheng Jun patted the non-existent dust on the front of his clothes, looked back at Eleven, "Clean it up quickly, and go back to have dinner."

When Cheng Jun said clean up, he meant stripping off those monks' magical treasures and spirit stones, and then throwing them thousands of miles away.

This was not the first time that November and May Day had been done. They rolled up their sleeves and went to the group of immobile monks, and began to pick off their clothes one by one, looking for valuables.

Shen Huaichuan and Lin Fei also followed to help.

Chen Sanzui led Zhou Hu and Zhou Yan to watch the excitement, commenting from time to time on the quality of the dug out magic weapon.

Wen Xinze brushed away Xuanhu's tail that reached his neck, intending to go and listen to Chen Sanzui's magic weapon identification class to increase his knowledge.

However, just as he took a step, something happened suddenly.

He felt a strange vibration in the ground under his feet, and a strange movement behind him.

Danger!

to dodge!

However, his movements couldn't keep up with his consciousness. As soon as his spiritual power was mobilized, he felt something cold on the side of his neck.

The attacker held him hostage with a short knife to his neck!

The black fox on Wen Xinze's shoulder roared sharply, but before the illusion opened, it was knocked to the ground by the attackers.

"Give this mountain to us, I..." The assailant was in the middle of threatening words, his eyes met Cheng Jun who was a little further away, and his hoarse voice stopped abruptly.

The man with black hair and black clothes no longer had the sloppy expression on his face.Sheng Ji's face was covered with ice, his golden eyes were thick and dark, and from the depths of his constricted pupils, a sharp murderous intent burst out.

With just one glance, the sneak attacker felt his throat being choked by fear, and his soul trembled.

He had never seen such a terrifying killing intent.

But in a flash, before he had time to react, the black figure in his field of vision suddenly disappeared, and the pair of golden eyes full of murderous intent were already close at hand.His chest was pierced by the opponent's bare hands, and the hostage under the knife had already fallen into the opponent's arms.

Cheng Jun held Wen Xinze's waist tightly with one hand, and held him in his arms. He looked over Wen Xinze's shoulder and looked indifferently at the terrified attacker.He slowly pulled out the hand that pierced the opponent's chest, then spread his five fingers, grabbed the soul that was trying to escape from the body, and crushed it with his backhand.

"Okay, it's all right." The attacker's body fell to the ground, and Cheng Jun let go of Wen Xinze.

Wen Xinze looked up at Chengjun.

The coldness on the other party's face hadn't completely faded away, when his eyes fell on him, those dark golden eyes suddenly withdrew all sharpness and became soft and soft.

A sword is meant to be sharp and wounding.

But Cheng Jun's sword put away all its sharpness in front of him, it was so soft that it didn't look like a weapon.

Wen Xinze felt his heart being rubbed against something soft, and he couldn't help but speed up his beating.

Cheng Jun swung away the blood on his hands with a spell, and raised his hand to wipe away the blood splashed on Wen Xinze's side neck with his thumb. Seeing Wen Xinze staring at him in a daze, he asked in a low voice, "Scared?"

Wen Xinze suddenly came back to his senses, and raised his hand to cover the neck that Cheng Jun had rubbed with his thumb, but he couldn't cover the strange numbness that spread upwards, causing his ears to turn red.

"I'm not scared." He was indeed not scared, and when the dagger was pressed against his neck, he didn't panic at all, because Cheng Jun was there.

Wen Xinze avoided Cheng Jun's gaze, rubbed his palms on his neck twice, and then turned to look for Xuanhu, who was knocked down by the attacker.

"Don't look back." Cheng Jun stopped him, and the bloodied body of the attacker was still lying behind Wen Xinze.

"It's okay." Wen Xinze picked up Xuanhu, who was baring his teeth at the corpse beside the corpse, and glanced at it. He didn't feel any discomfort.

"Junior Brother, are you not injured?" Shen Huaichuan and the others also reacted at this moment, and ran over to see Wen Xinze's situation.

"It's intact." Wen Xinze said as he checked Xuanhu from head to toe. "The little fox was not injured."

Seeing that Wen Xinze was fine, Lin Fei pushed the pale Zhou Hu and Zhou Yan behind him, and poked his neck to look at the body on the ground whose chest was pierced by Cheng Jun with one hand.

"Being struck by lightning from the Patriarch, how could this person still move?"

"He is wearing a tortoise's breath armor, refined from the shell of a thousand-year-old tortoise demon, specially made by the demon race, and a magic weapon of the Tianzi rank. It has extremely strong defensive power, resists lightning, and can also cover up breath." Chen Sanzui squatted beside the corpse, Turning over the damaged tortoise-breathing armor on the corpse, he said, "This man used the tortoise-breathing armor to hide his aura, and then used the method of earth escape to sneak behind Wen Xinze and attack."

"I've seen a real person who is so powerful and dares to sneak attack. I don't know what this person thinks?" Eleven said from the side.

"There are very few monks who can pierce this tortoise-breathing armor in one blow. Master Chengjun didn't do it seriously before. This person probably thinks there is hope that he can fight..." Chen Sanzui shook his head, "It's a pity that this Turtle breath armor."

After the sneak attack happened, everyone was in no mood to stay at the foot of the mountain anymore.

After the eleventh class neatly stripped off the magic weapons on those people, they stuffed the people and their bodies into the two compartments, and took the Frost Sky White Deer and the Green Horn Sheep to find a place to throw them away.

Wen Xinze called the rest of the people back to the mountain together.

The sunset glow dyed half of the sky red, and when Wen Xinze turned his head, he saw Cheng Jun standing in the sunset glow.

Wen Xinze felt dazed for a while, and the man in black standing under the sunset glow appeared in his mind again.

"Didn't you say go back to the mountain? What are you doing here?" Cheng Jun came over and looked at Wen Xinze who was staring at him in a strange way.

"Cheng... Jun..." Wen Xinze raised his hand and grabbed Cheng Jun's sleeve, then his vision darkened, and he fell into Cheng Jun's arms and lost consciousness.

"Wen Xinze!"

"Sect Master Senior Brother!"

"Senior brother!"

……

Wen Xinze felt that his lost memories were like the sand at the bottom of a river, suddenly encountered a vortex, and were thrown out all at once.His mind was cluttered by numerous memories, and finally plunged into darkness like a dead computer.

When Wen Xinze opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar cliff and the familiar Diwu tree.

This is a scene that has entered memory again.

Wen Xinze looked around, but couldn't find himself in the spirit body.

Then he looked down at his clothes—the green clothes embroidered with silver patterns were what his spirit body always wore.

So—he is now a spirit body.

"Wen Xinze..."

Wen Xinze turned his head when he heard the sound, and he saw Cheng Jun in black, with the glow of the sky behind him.

Didn't Cheng Jun watch the sunset together?And said no...

Wen Xinze walked towards Cheng Jun, and then he saw the crimson behind Cheng Jun's back suddenly became clear - it was not a sunset glow at all, but a sky fire falling rapidly from the sky!

A black tribulation thunder rolled in the sky fire, shaking the heaven and earth, as if the way of heaven was roaring!

Wen Xinze's pupils constricted, and the chaotic memory suddenly became orderly and clear.

……

2000 years ago, a seed of the Diwu tree took root and germinated on a barren Lihuang Island, giving birth to wisdom.

He named himself Wen Xinze.

After 500 years, Wen Xinze's body has grown into a towering tree, standing on the edge of the cliff in the valley.

A hundred years later, Wen Xinze was able to condense a spiritual body with his soul, and there were more spiritual herbs in the valley that opened up spiritual wisdom.

The spirit herb with spiritual intelligence turned on is very noisy, but it is just right in this deserted valley.

Wen Xinze regards the spirit grass as his family, because they are the only ones who accompany him in this land, because they care about his happiness and anger.

In another 300 years, monks began to land on Lihuang Island. They picked spirit grass and captured spirit beasts.Wen Xinze didn't like them very much, but he didn't really hate them - as long as they didn't move the spirit grass in his valley.

Another 200 years later—that is, 900 years ago, Wen Xinze met Feng Yihong.

Less than a hundred years later, Wen Xinze got to know Cheng Jun again and became enmity with him.Since then, the valley has become more lively-because someone always comes to find fault from time to time.

After fighting with Chengjun for 100 years, disaster struck.

700 years ago, Mozun issued a letter of war to fight against the cultivation world in Lihuangzhou.All sects in the comprehension world teamed up and sent high-level monks to fight against the demon cultivators from North Cangzhou in Lihuangzhou.

It is also recorded in the history of the cultivation world, the famous battle of slaughtering demons.

Wen Xinze stood on the edge of the cliff, looking coldly at the battlefield below with his dark green eyes.

On Lihuang Island, the cultivators and demon cultivators were all red-eyed, and there were flames of war everywhere.The originally verdant island has been turned upside down, the mountains have been cut, the land has cracked, the sea water has flowed back, and mud and rocks have dumped.

The spiritual beings on Lihuang Island fled in panic, some died in the aftermath of the confrontation between the cultivators and the demon cultivators, some were crushed by the falling mountain peaks, and some wanted to escape to the sea, but died due to insufficient cultivation. In the miasma on the border of the barren continent.

Wen Xinze's valley was also affected. He stretched out tree roots and built a wall, barely protecting the spiritual grass and spiritual things in the valley in a corner.

Wen Xinze looked at the unrecognizable land in disgust, and only wanted this war to end quickly.

However, the sky failed, and in the evening after the demon cultivator and the cultivator fought for three days and three nights, a robbery cloud appeared in the sky.

Wen Xinze looked up at the dark Jieyun, frowned tightly, and listened to the sound in the wind.

Sporadic words from cultivators and demon cultivators came in the wind

"It's Lord Mozun!"

"Master Mozun wants to cross the catastrophe..."

"The devil wants to cross the catastrophe?"

"Crossing the catastrophe at this time?"

"Be careful, don't be affected..."

Wen Xinze frowned even tighter. None of the spirit grass in his valley could withstand the demon king's lightning calamity.

But if he wanted to hide, there was nowhere to hide on the barren island.

No, there is no place to hide, so he builds a place where he can hide.

Wen Xinze raised his hand, and the root of the Emperor Wushu rooted deeply into the spiritual veins, and began to frantically absorb the pure spiritual power.Wen Xinze flipped his hands, and the branches and leaves of the Diwu tree began to sprout and grow rapidly, extending out, covering the spiritual grass in the root wall tightly.

"Boom—"

Tribulation thunders fell one after another, and Wen Xinze's outstretched body was hit, causing his eyes to turn black from the pain.

this is not enough

Come again!

The tips of Wen Xinze's hair turned dark green, silver lines appeared at the corners of his eyes, and the branches and leaves of the emperor black tree were also quickly stained with silver, showing sharp edges under the pitch-black robbery clouds.

"Boom--"

The tribulation thunder almost enveloped most of Lihuangzhou, Wen Xinze was in pain, but——he held it!

However, before he could be happy, another vision suddenly appeared in the sky.

A fiery red light appeared among the pitch-black robbery clouds, and soon the sky filled with fire fell overwhelmingly.

Tribulation thunder plus sky fire, those who cross the robbery will commit a heinous crime!

The dense silver leaves were suddenly wiped out in the successive sky fires, together with the spiritual grass and spiritual creatures that had accompanied him through the long years under the protection of the silver leaves.

Looking at the flames, Wen Xinze felt cold all over his body.

Anger, unwillingness, and grief huddled together in his chest, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the center of the battlefield.

Mozunlou Wuye!

If he hadn't started a war, if he hadn't used Lihuangzhou as a battlefield, if he...

At this moment, a ray of golden light streaked across the sky-covering fire and rushed straight to the center of the battlefield.

Mozunlou Wuye fell at the feet of Cheng Jun who suddenly appeared, and the battle of killing demons was over.

As the fire in the sky faded away, Cheng Jun came to the cliff where Di Wushu was.

He glanced at the scorched Diwushu, his eyes fell on Wen Xinze whose figure had become translucent, and then frowned.

Wen Xinze quietly looked at the practitioners and Moxiu who were starting to evacuate, and then turned to look at Cheng Jun.

"Thank you." Wen Xinze thanked Cheng Jun earnestly.

"Why didn't you run?" Cheng Jun asked back, "You can run out along the spiritual vein, and no one can stop you."

"I can't leave them behind." Wen Xinze looked at the scorched blackness at the corner of the valley and replied in a low voice.

Cheng Jun remained silent.

Wen Xinze walked up to Cheng Jun, and a piece of Emperor ebony melted out of his translucent hands, "The Emperor ebony for your scabbard. I wanted to give it to you a long time ago, but you are too annoying, so I have kept it until now."

Cheng Jun: "You can keep it."

Wen Xinze shook his head: "I can't stay anymore, if I stay any longer, I won't have a chance."

The mountain wind blew over the cliff with the smell of scorched smoke. Cheng Jun's eyes fell on Wen Xinze's hand holding the emperor ebony, and his figure faded a little.

Cheng Jun reached out to take Di Wumu.

Wen Xinze smiled at him and thanked him again, "Thank you."

Cheng Jun raised his eyes and glanced at the soul that was about to dissipate, cut his fingertips with sword energy, drew a rune with blood on the emperor ebony, and then, under Wen Xinze's surprised gaze, backhanded his soul into the emperor ebony .

"You and I are tied. If you die, my fame will be ruined."

……

Just like that, Wen Xinze's soul was attached to Emperor Wumu, and was warmed by Cheng Jun with spiritual power, and he took him all over the realm of comprehension.

Sometimes his consciousness is clear, and sometimes he is drowsy.

When he was awake, Cheng Jun took him to meet Feng Yihong several times, most of the time they were discussing how to revive him.

Then one day there was a conclusion.

"Forge the emperor ebony into a weapon?"

"If you're lucky, you can become an innate weapon spirit when you land on the ground. If you're unlucky, you can become an acquired weapon spirit after a hundred years of cultivation." Cheng Jun's tone was a little loose.

"You don't know how to refine weapons, so let me help you find a refiner?" Feng Yihong asked.

"No, I'll just find someone from the Xingxiangmen. Wen Xinze's chance is in the Xuanqimen."

"Forging a magic weapon requires aptitude and opportunity—then Wen Xinze will leave it to you."

"Hey, do you need to say it? I'm still waiting for him to come back to life and call me grandpa!"

Duobaoshan, hanging door.

"Tonight is the auspicious time to open the furnace for forging, are you ready?" Cheng Jun looked at Wen Tiange and asked.

"Going back to Patriarch, we are ready."

"Let's go then."

In an uninhabited barren mountain, Chengjun set up a magic circle, and Wen Tiange opened a furnace to forge it.

It took seven or seven days and 49 days to forge the emperor ebony into a sword.

Wen Tiange drew the last stroke of the last seal script on the body of the sword, and Jie Lei crashed down from the air.

The emperor ebony sword was full of murderous aura in the tribulation thunder, and after a buzzing sound, it turned into a baby and fell to the ground.

The baby's dark green eyes just opened, and a wandering spirit emerged from the broken formation on the ground, and quickly squeezed into the baby's body in order to avoid the thunderstorm.But the baby's originally unstable soul was squeezed out of the body, involved in the tribulation thunder, and then disappeared.