beautiful brother on top

Junior brother, have you heard of Zhaoting Mountain?

The night was dark, and the moonlight outside the window became brighter and brighter. The breeze was blowing gently, and the surroundings were silent.

Wen Can lay on the bed, staring at the beam with wide eyes, all the people from the other three aristocratic families flashed in her mind.

From Su Shen, to the owner of the Chang family, and then to the owner of the Gu family, and those faces that he may have seen but can't name.

A copy of "Santong Deed" destroyed the Su family and Chicheng Mountain, and a sword of destroying evils destroyed Chang's Villa and Chongling Island.Although his hands were not stained with blood, these people actually died under his hands.

When Mingming came, Wen Can was full of hatred and vowed to trample on them, those who once wanted his life, and felt the despair he had felt.

He has had enough of the pain of being rejected by the teacher, and having no entry into the family, only the countless resentful spirits of Skeleton Land remain by his side.

But when Wen Can really saw those people died because of him, and the corpses were strewn across the field, he actually began to doubt himself, doubting whether what he had been doing was right.

Wen Can was about to close his eyes, when suddenly there was a sound in his ear, and a lazy voice called him: "Wen Yijun, so many people died because of you, do you regret it?"

"Who?"

Wen Can opened her eyes for a moment, but found that there was no one else in the room, and there was nothing unusual.

He raised his throat in one breath, and before he could get loose, the man said again, "Wen Yijun, I'm the one to avenge you."

The voice was ethereal and ethereal, as if it was beyond the horizon, but also as if it was right in front of your eyes. Wen Can couldn't notice it for a while, and immediately sat up, the Miexie Sword was buzzing beside him, Wen Can put his hand down and pressed it, but felt it. A surge of spiritual power was flowing wantonly.

"Who the hell are you? Since you are here, please show your true colors and don't shy away."

"Heh." The man chuckled, and said in a contemptuous tone, "You alone are not worthy of seeing my true face. I'm afraid you will be scared to death if you are not careful, and I will have to save you, wasting your energy."

This man has such a big voice!

Wen Can's eyes gradually darkened: "If your Excellency doesn't show up, then don't blame me for being rude."

Wen Can was about to reach out and pull out the Miexie Sword when suddenly the sword shook, and a black mist shot out from the sword, completely surrounding the entire room.

Wen Can was shaken away by the sword energy, and his back hit the bed, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

The black mist condensed into a figure in front of Wen Can's eyes. The man walked towards him gracefully, freed a strong big hand, strangled Wen Can's wrist tightly, pulled him up, and said with a smile: "It's really good!" Ah, I didn't expect you to have the ability to break through the seal of "San Tong Qi". Yes, you are indeed the one I chose."

Immediately, as soon as the man let go, he shook Wen Can away.

Struggling to get up, Wen Can said in surprise, "You...are you a demon cultivator?"

"Yes, or not, what does it matter? Aren't you the same in the future?"

He spoke word by word, as if a heavy hammer hit Wen Can's body hard.

Why did this person know that the "San Tong Qi" was sealed on him, and he said that he came to avenge him?

Yun Lian was next door, so it was impossible not to hear them making such a big commotion, but Yun Lian didn't react at all, or didn't notice it at all, which could only show that this person's cultivation was extremely high.

The key to being able to set up formations quietly under the noses of him and Yun Lian is that he still can't see that this level of cultivation is impossible even if Ping Cang Zun comes in person.

Who is he?

Wen Can hadn't had time to ask, when he saw the man rushing up to him with a "bass", put his fingertips on his lips and let out a "shush": "Keep down, I can hear what you're thinking, So don't think of those nonsense things for me."

Wen Can was stunned for a moment, so couldn't he hide his little thoughts about Yunlian?

Under the thick black mist, Wen Can seemed to see the man give him a blank look, eyes full of disgust.

After a moment of cold staring, there was no movement over there, or Wen Can couldn't bear it first, and asked, "Who are you, and what do you want to do with me?"

This person's cultivation base was so deep that it was terrifying. Wen Can was so close to him that he couldn't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power in his body, but that aura was so suppressed that his cultivation base could not be used.

The black shadow swayed, giving Wen Can some room to breathe, and said slowly: "You don't need to know what I want to do. You just need to know that Miexie Sword has chosen you, and it will avenge you."

Wen Can frowned: "I don't need it, who told you that I want revenge?"

"Wen Yijun, being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. Think about it, think about what it was like when you were besieged by those sanctimonious dogs. Did they ever take pity on you and feel sorry for you? Teenage boy, but show mercy to you?"

"No, they will only attack you because of their fear and incompetence. Whenever there is an ability beyond their control, they will unite for an unprecedented time, sweep you up and destroy you cruelly. This is what those People who cultivate immortals, those who control a family." He said, becoming more and more excited, and even his tone became sharp.

Wen Can looked at him carefully, trying to find his flaws, but looking left and right, it was just a cloud of black mist. Even if he did it, it would just be like hitting cotton, and it wouldn't hurt anything at all.

Thinking of this, Wen Can's eyes turned to the Miexie Sword beside him, it might be useful to control demons with demons.

He was about to reach out for the hilt of the Miexie Sword, but the man seemed to have predicted Wen Can's behavior, and with a hook, the Miexie Sword flew over as if seeing its master.

He held the blade of the sword in one hand, stroking it with his fingertips, and said softly: "There is nothing wrong with the Miexie sword. What is wrong is the world's prejudice against it. It is because it is a bloodthirsty creature. Once it becomes a demon, no one will remember it. , This was once a famous sword that cut off evil spirits and was invincible.”

"You... who are you?" How could he know Miexie Sword so well?

A thought flashed subconsciously in Wen Can's mind, but he just thought about it, and was immediately rejected. After all, that person died a long time ago, and even his soul was suppressed, so it is absolutely impossible for him to appear here again.

But if it wasn't for him, who else in this world would know so much about Miexie Sword?

That cloud of black mist waved his hands, his movements were elegant and gentle: "Speaking of which, you can still be regarded as my junior brother. Junior brother, have you heard of Zhaoting Mountain?"

With a chuckle, the cloud of black mist shook twice, and gradually spread out in the room until it disappeared completely.

On Zhaoting Mountain behind Liuhe Peak, it is rumored that Lihuai Immortal Venerable specially named Dufeng for his disciple Yun Zhao. For decades, no disciple has received such treatment.

How could Wen Can not know that he went up once, and now it is the dreaded Duanfengya.

Could it be that he is... Yun Zhao, the eldest disciple of Immortal Venerable Li Huai, the master of Miexie Sword?

But Yun Lian said that Yun Zhao died a long time ago. After the siege more than ten years ago, his body was thrown into the forbidden area, and he would never be reborn forever.

Wen Can couldn't believe it, and rushed into the dissipating black mist, and shouted: "Hey, you come back, I still have something to ask, how do you know that I came back for revenge?"

Also, that person not only knew that the "San Tong Qi" was sealed on him, but he could also sense that he had broken the seal of the "San Tong Qi".

Wen Can suddenly felt a tingle in his back, this man was so powerful beyond his imagination.If the enemy is not a friend, I am afraid that his next road will not be easy.

The black mist dissipated, and the surroundings returned to the usual silence. Wen Can stood in front of the window in a daze, and Miexie Sword returned to his bedside at some point, silently.

All of this is as clear as a nightmare.

Wen Can stayed up all night, tossing and turning on the bed, and walked beside Yun Lian with a pair of dark circles under his eyes the next morning. The comparison made him look rougher.

Yun Lian noticed his strangeness, tilted her head and asked, "What's the matter, didn't you sleep well?"

Wen Can nodded, isn't it? I was instilled with a bunch of inexplicable words by an inexplicable person, and I didn't say anything until midnight. I only said half of the key words and left half for him to guess. How could I be in the mood to sleep.

With a bitter face, Wen Can asked cautiously, "Brother, did you hear anything last night?"

"What voice?" Yun Lian frowned, not understanding what he meant.

After thinking about it, Wen Can said, "For example, the sound of fighting?"

He wouldn't say it directly, it was the sound of him being beaten unilaterally.He was thrown so heavily onto the bed, and the bones in his back are still hurting. No matter how he thinks about it, he can't be dreaming.

Yun Lian shook his head hesitantly: "No. What, who did you fight with?"

Wen Can immediately waved her hand to veto: "It's not me, how could I go out to fight with people in the middle of the night, isn't this bullying, right?"

He really wouldn't go out to fight in the middle of the night, he could only be beaten in the room in the middle of the night, and he couldn't tell the truth after the fight was over, and there was no place to complain, Wen Can almost wanted to cry without tears.

The two had breakfast on the side of the road. Wen Can held the unfinished scallion pancakes and followed Yun Lian to the door of Wen's house while gnawing.

Standing at the door for a while, eating the last bite of the scallion pancake, but no one came out to greet them, Wen Can suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Usually, there are two guards at the gate of Wen's house. Once someone comes to visit, they can notify the head of the house as soon as possible. This is the basic rule.

But when they came yesterday, Wen Can didn't see anyone at the door, otherwise Patriarch Wen would have known that he was back yesterday.

Yun Lian was about to knock on the door, but was pulled back by Wen Can, he said with his arms around his chest, "Hey, hey, you are a rare visitor, you have a valuable status, and you have to keep your image at all times, how can I let you knock on the door in person? .You just wait here, I'll go."

Asking Yun Lian to wait gracefully at the main entrance, Wen Can rolled up his sleeves and walked to the vermilion gate. It was the first time he had knocked on the door and entered after so many years.

Before the raised hand fell, Wen Can had already figured out how to reprimand his father for being unfilial, when the door suddenly opened, and a group of people poured out from inside.

Wen Can was rushed away by the crowd that appeared suddenly, and she leaned back inertially, her steps changed suddenly, and just trying to stabilize her body, Yun Lian strode forward and raised her hand to catch him down the steps.

Surrounded by the crowd on the opposite side, a man who looked like a doctor bumped into the door frame, staggered back two steps while covering his head, and barely stopped.

A little guard didn't see who was coming, so he pointed at Wen Can and shouted loudly: "Who is it? You don't watch the road carefully. If you dare to behave wildly at the gate of Wen's house, you will die!"

Wen Can rolled up her sleeves before putting them down, raised her hand and flicked it, and asked coolly, "Who are you talking to?"