Those years when I started a business in the comprehension world

Wen Xinze looked through Jingming's accounts.

He found that Jing Ming was really good at managing accounts, and his accounts were much more organized than his own.

"Jing Ming, I will leave the accounts to you from now on." Wen Xinze patted Jing Ming's shoulder, "Yes! That's the decision."

"No problem, leave it to me." Jing Ming replied with a smile.

Chen Sanzui and Lin Fei continued to study the refining of the signal tower. Wen Xinze asked them about the missing material list, and then took Chun and Jingming back to the palace on the top of the mountain, intending to hand over all his ledgers to Jingming.

Returning to the palace on the top of the mountain, just after passing through the front hall, Wen Xinze saw pots of spiritual herbs of different varieties in the courtyard.Cheng Jun stood among those spiritual grasses full of spiritual energy, standing tall.

"I bought it." Cheng Jun walked towards Wen Xinze.

"What are you buying spirit grass for?" As far as he knew, Cheng Jun had no hobby of raising spirit grass.

"Send it to you." Cheng Jun walked up to Wen Xinze, pinched the half-person tall spirit grass leaves next to him, "These are spirit grasses with a lifespan of more than a hundred years, if you take them and raise them for a few years, you may grow a spirit grass wiser."

Wen Xinze was startled, turned his head to look closely at the spiritual grasses in the courtyard, and found that the varieties of these spiritual grasses were all from his valley back then.

Cheng Jun is trying his best to help him regain some thoughts.

Wen Xinze felt some pantothenic acid in his eye sockets.

The valley of that year had been annihilated under the fire of the sky, and nothing could be found, but now there are many people who care about him around him.

The Demon Lord is dead, the past is over.Cheng Jun had already avenged his past revenge, and continuing to indulge in the past would be of no use except to worry the people around him now.

Wen Xinze closed his eyes - it's time to let go of the past.

"I also found two plants of the spiritual grass that has bloomed with spiritual wisdom, but the other party did not sell them." Cheng Jun continued from the side, "I will find a secret place another day, and help you catch a few plants, just wait."

"No need." Wen Xinze hugged Chengjun with open arms.

"You are..." Cheng Jun looked down at Wen Xinze.

"Don't think too much, it's just a simple thank you, just like a hug between brothers." Wen Xinze said without opening his eyes, "You don't need to help me find other spiritual herbs, I can just raise these."

After Wen Xinze finished speaking, he picked up a pot of spiritual grass, and turned to greet Jingming, "Jingming, help me move upstairs. Chunhe, stay away from my spiritual grass, if you dare to gnaw on it, you will be finished. "

"It's like a hug between brothers..." Cheng Jun watched Wen Xinze holding the spirit grass, leading Chun and Jingming to disappear into the corner of the corridor, muttered something, and then chuckled—it was just like a hug between brothers, Why do my ears turn red after hugging him?

Wen Xinze guessed that when he hugged him, he really just wanted to express his gratitude, but after hugging him, he realized that this gesture was a bit ambiguous and felt embarrassed.

It would be embarrassing to say that he is definitely not a brother and friend with Wen Xinze, at least he is regarded as a serious suitor, maybe a suitor with some affection.

Cheng Jun happily walked around the courtyard, and then began to help Wen Xinze move the spiritual grass.

On the second floor of the palace, near Wen Xinze's room, there is a pavilion extending from the corridor.

Wen Xinze kept all the spiritual herbs that Cheng Jun gave him in the pavilion, hoping that one day these spiritual herbs would open up spiritual wisdom.

In mid-October, Qiu Linhe and Shi Qiongyu took Ye Feiyao back to Mount Duobao, and it was Wen Xinze who called them back on purpose.

Wen Xinze was able to become the head of the Xuanqi Sect, relying on his father-son relationship with the previous head, Wen Tiange, but in fact he has no blood relationship with Wen Tiange, and is not Wen Tiange's son.

He lost his memory before, so he became the head of the Xuanqi Sect in a daze.Now he remembered everything, the position of head should not belong to him, he should abdicate to let the virtuous.

Wen Xinze specially called Qiu Linhe and others to come back, in order to confess his identity and re-elect the head.

After everyone in Xuanqimen took their seats in the meeting hall, Wen Xinze drove off Xuanhu who was lying on his shoulders, took a few steps forward, walked to the center of the hall, and told everyone about his true identity.

"That's probably how things are." Wen Xinze finally concluded, "I'm actually not the parent and son of Mr. Wen, I'm just a sword forged by Mr. Wen with emperor ebony."

The hall fell silent, except for Cheng Jun, who knew the truth earlier, sitting at the head and drinking tea leisurely, everyone else was busy digesting Wen Xinze's words.

Chen Sanzui came back to his senses first, and broke the silence in the meeting hall, "So, you are actually an innate sword spirit?"

Wen Xinze nodded, "Yes."

Chen Sanzui twirled his beard and looked at Wen Xinze with a kinder and more amiable look than ever before.

Wen Xinze: "..."

Wen Xinze looked around and saw that everyone had digested what he had said before, so he raised the point of the meeting, "I am not the son of old Wen's head, so I shouldn't be the head of the Xuanqi Sect. should……"

"You want to leave the Xuanqi Gate?" Qiu Linhe interrupted Wen Xinze and asked.

"no……"

"Then you will still be the head of our Xuanqi Sect from now on." Qiu Linhe said, "You don't have to feel that your name is unfair. Although you are not my brother's parent-child, with him, you are more important than his parent-child." relative."

"That's true." Shi Qiongyu continued, "It can be said that it is the long-cherished wish of every craftsman in the cultivation world to refine the innate weapon spirit by himself, but most of the craftsmen can't realize this long-cherished wish after spending their entire lives. Refining an innate weapon spirit is naturally more important than a real son to a craftsman."

The refining masters present nodded in agreement.

"If I can refine the innate weapon spirit one day, I can even call him father..." Lin Fei said aloud.

Wen Xinze: "..." That's not necessarily the case.

"Leaving aside your relationship with my junior brother, you can afford to be the head of a virtuous person." Qiu Linhe continued, "It is thanks to you that my Xuanqi Sect has been able to revive quickly during this period of time."

Wen Xinze showed a flattered expression on his face. He rarely heard Qiu Linhe praise him directly. This was the first time he heard such words that praised him so highly.

"Cough!" Qiu Linhe was not used to complimenting others, so he coughed uncomfortably, "So you are still in front of the head. If you feel tired, just leave the matter to Huaichuan and Lin Fei."

"Senior brother, I will listen to your orders at any time." Shen Huaichuan responded with a smile on the side.

Qiu Linhe had already talked about this point, and Wen Xinze didn't shirk it anymore.Moreover, they have nothing to do with the Xuanqi Sect to fight for power and profit. In fact, it doesn't matter whoever is the head of the sect.

Three days after Qiu Linhe and his party came back, Shi Qiongyu took Ye Feiyao back to Tianwangcheng to take care of the shop, while Qiu Linhe stayed - he, Chen Sanzui, was very interested in the signal tower they were tossing about, so he joined Research.

The refiners on the top floor of the Xuanqi Gate have all joined the refinement research of the signal tower. Now they have no shortage of technicians, what they lack is materials.

A while ago, Shi Qiongyu helped buy some materials in the auction field of Tianwang City, but he still couldn't get the materials he needed.

"Junior Martial Uncle received news today that Jin Yangzong found the Turning Star Stone in a secret place a while ago, but unfortunately they have no intention of selling it." Jun said.

"Shall I come to talk to them?" Cheng Jun looked at Wen Xinze's back and said lazily.

"Farewell, it's better to force others to make things difficult." If Cheng Jun went, it would be no different from robbery.

Although it's fun to rob with Cheng Jun, but you can't rob innocent sects for no reason, it's not good for their Xuan Qi sect's reputation.Their Xuan Qi Sect is now united with many small sects, and the business they operate is not small, and their reputation is still very important.

"I've already sent a letter to Xiyuezhou, asking Lu Jianqiu to help us pay attention to the materials we still lack." Wen Xinze turned around with the kettle in his hand, and saw Cheng Jun leaning against the beautiful woman on the edge of the pavilion, cold The bright moonlight fell on him, reflecting his golden eyes with a soft luster, and the whole person was like a golden night under the moon, lonely and precious.

Wen Xinze stared at Shang Chengjun, lost his mind for a moment, then coughed dryly to cover up, and asked casually, "What are you looking at?"

Cheng Jun tilted his head, his black hair fell from his shoulders, "Look at you."

Wen Xinze: "..." I just asked casually, you don't need to answer so bluntly.

Wen Xinze wanted to turn his eyes away and stop staring at Cheng Jun, but his eyes stuck to Cheng Jun's body presumptuously, and he refused to move away.

Wen Xinze was conscious of his uncontrollable strangeness when facing Cheng Jun.

This strangeness probably started when Cheng Jun gave him the Hundred Years Spirit Grass, or perhaps earlier - when he was held in Cheng Jun's arms on the night when he regained his memory.

It is difficult for someone to be indifferent to someone who treats you wholeheartedly, not to mention that the other party is Cheng Jun—this person is originally a supercilious character, but he bowed in front of him.Most importantly, he doesn't actually hate Cheng Jun.

Wen Xinze is well aware that his feelings for Chengjun have undergone a qualitative change, and he has already crossed the bright line of being a friend.But now he is not sure whether this qualitative change has fully reflected into liking, so he still stands still and hesitates.

Cheng Jun liked the feeling of being stared at by Wen Xinze. In order to satisfy the other party, he adjusted his sitting posture a little, so that the most handsome and extraordinary angle was facing Wen Xinze's line of sight.

However, not long after he adjusted his sitting posture, he frowned slightly, tilted his head and raised his eyes to look at the night sky.

"Is there a cultivator passing by?" Wen Xinze walked to Chengjun's side, and Xuanhu, who was lying on his head, followed Chengjun's line of sight to look at the sky, and as expected, he saw a black shadow flying towards Duobao Mountain .

Duobao Mountain is located in a remote place, and few monks passed by before, but since Wen Xinze's cultivation level recovered, the aura of Duobao Mountain has increased significantly, and the concentration of aura has reached a concentration comparable to that of Tianwang Mountain, and suddenly more monks came to explore the truth stand up.

Some time ago, after the completion of the mountain protection formation in Duobaoshan, Cheng Jun took advantage of the situation and set up rules according to the sect, not allowing foreign monks to fly through the airspace of Duobaoshan.

If the monks trespassed into the airspace of Duobao Mountain without authorization, they would be struck down by a lightning bolt from Cheng Jun and then robbed of everything.

To do this, one is to establish prestige and dispel those monks' thoughts about Duobaoshan; the other is to protect the dignity of the sect, the Xuanqi Sect is finally a well-known sect, how can outsiders fly around above their heads?

Cheng Jun killed many monks some time ago, probably the news spread, the number of monks passing by Duobao Mountain has decreased in recent days, unexpectedly another one came tonight.

When the figure in the night sky broke into the sky above Duobao Mountain, Cheng Jun casually raised his hand, only to hear a loud thunder, and the figure fell straight down from the sky.

At the same time, Eleven and Wuyi, who were originally playing cards with Chunhe and Jingming in the corridor, climbed over the guardrail, and rushed towards the place where the figure fell like a well-trained hound.

Chunhe and Jingming followed closely behind.

"Let's go and see what's good." Cheng Jun stood up, pushed Wen Xinze's shoulder and walked out.

When Wen Xinze and Cheng Jun walked to the place where the man fell, the man who was struck by the lightning and convulsed was surrounded by Shi Shi, the three of them and a beast.

Seeing Chengjun coming with Wen Xinze, Eleven stepped aside and said, "The real man is a demon cultivator."

Cheng Jun raised his eyebrows, "What is he wearing?"

Jing Ming helped Wu Yi clean up the demon cultivator's body, looked at a hill piled up on the ground, flipped through it and replied, "There are a lot of refining materials, and some magic weapons... Eh? This is What magic weapon? It looks like it's worth a lot of money?"

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