Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Lu Zhihan's words made Tong Xiyuan and Liu Qingji's faces change. The former looked over expectantly, while the latter could not hide his surprise.

In the dark night, under the bright moon, a tall and cold figure suddenly appeared.

The man was dressed in a snow-white robe, his black hair fell like rain, and his handsome features had an indifferent expression. If it weren't for the dark green jade pendant hanging around his waist that added a little color to his appearance, people would really mistake him for an unapproachable immortal who walked out of the bright moonlight.

The pair of upturned phoenix eyes moved, sweeping across the three people without any emotion, and finally stopped for a moment on Tong Xiyuan who was frozen.

Tong Xiyuan still maintained his original posture. His arm holding the sword felt a little sore. He was frozen halfway through his run and thought his posture would not look very good.

In fact, this look was stunning in the eyes of Fanhe, the Taoist Master of Xuanzhi, who had just come out of retreat.

The young man had bright eyes and a charming manner, and he could wear dark clothes in a bright and non-dull way, which was really... he couldn't help but be moved.

But in just a moment, Fan He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart. He turned to look at Lu Zhihan and said, "Go back."

Without waiting for Lu Zhihan to speak, he turned around and disappeared into the night without a trace of reluctance.

At that moment, the restraints on Tong Xiyuan disappeared. He put down his sword and stared at the place where Fan He disappeared. [Ninth sister, do you think he is...]

[Cold,] 999 said caringly: [Your husband practices the ruthless way, please understand.]

Tong Xiyuan tried hard to understand, put away his sword and followed Lu Zhihan and the others back.

Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji asked him why he was here. Tong Xiyuan held the sword and said listlessly, "I couldn't sleep at night. I have sharp ears, so I ran over when I heard the noise."

Lu Zhihan said helplessly: "If this happens again, Junior Brother Tong should ask the headmaster and the uncle to come. Your cultivation is low, so don't take risks next time."

"Oh." Tong Xiyuan nodded, holding the sword and said, "Senior Brothers and Sisters, I'm going back to rest."

Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji still needed to recuperate, so they simply let him go without giving him any further instructions.

After returning to the room, Tong Xiyuan put away his sword, took off his shoes, and went to bed.

He was about to fall asleep when he suddenly felt someone touching his face.

Tong Xiyuan frowned, feeling very itchy. When he was about to open his eyes, he felt something falling on his face. It seemed to be clothing fabric with a good touch.

He soon guessed what it was - a belt.

Because the belt covered his eyes, the other party also tied a knot behind his ears.

Tong Xiyuan couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"

He waited for a moment, secretly wondering if he could defeat this man, whether he should hit him with one strike or pretend to be nice and bide his time.

As a result, he heard a familiar chuckle, and the man stroked his covered eyes and whispered, "Be good, don't talk."

A deep voice exploded in his ears, and Tong Xiyuan blushed instantly, muttering, "Dao Zun?"

The man stroked his hand and paused for a moment, then responded, "Yeah."

Tong Xiyuan felt relieved, thinking that Fan He was still the same, coming to see him so soon. It turned out that he was just pretending in the back mountain just now.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, someone did not hide anything at all. Not satisfied with a simple touch, he lowered his head and sucked Tong Xiyuan's plump and white earlobe.

"Dao Zun!" Tong Xiyuan was startled, raised his hand and hugged his back in the dark, "Don't, don't do this."

His voice was a little flustered. The hearing of a cultivator is much better than that of an ordinary person. Lingjian Peak is quiet at night, and the soundproofing of the wooden house is poor. Tong Xiyuan doesn't want to be with Fan He in this situation...

Fortunately, the man only played with him for a short while and then let him go.

In the darkness, he stroked Tong Xiyuan's lips with his fingertips and decided to taste the flavor here again next time he came.

A gust of wind blew by, and only one person was left in the house.

Tong Xiyuan tore off the cloth from his eyes, sat up and looked around the room in the moonlight. He was full of disbelief. Fan He was gone?

Because of what he just said?

If it weren't for that, couldn't you have stayed and talked to him?

Those who practice the ruthless way are indeed cruel.

Tong Xiyuan tugged at the black belt in his hand, and the action of raising his hand to throw it stopped in mid-air. After a moment of silence, he took it back. He rolled up the belt and stuffed it under the pillow, closed his eyes and lay down again, pulling up the quilt and going to sleep.

The next day.

After recovering from their injuries, Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji told the headmaster and others about the evil spirits that happened last night. When the headmaster heard that Dao Zun Xuan had been alarmed, he was so excited that he could not express himself, "Dao Zun has finally come out of seclusion."

Immediately, the head of the sect frowned deeply again, "Hiss, did Dao Zun get angry about what happened last night?"

"Probably not." Lu Zhihan recalled the expression of Xuan Zhi Dao Zun at that time. It was exactly the same as the one he saw when he first entered the sect, indifferent and cold, with no sadness or joy.

The head of the sect felt relieved and said to Danhe Zhenren: "But we should still send some elixirs to apologize to Daozun."

"That's how it should be," Dan He Zhenren agreed. Although he felt a little sorry for the elixirs he had worked so hard to make, he still said, "Just pick whatever you want from me. I think the Taoist Master has plenty of elixirs and we're just sending them to him as a token of our appreciation."

After saying that, she seemed to suddenly remember something and asked Lu Zhihan, "Where is your junior brother with wood spiritual roots?"

Lu Zhihan cupped his hands and said, "I am currently practicing at Lingjian Peak."

"Your peak has taken my elixir," Dan He Zhenren smiled, "I'll ask your junior brother to do some hard labor for me and pick some spiritual herbs that I need near the spiritual spring in the secret realm."

Lu Zhihan didn't dare to refuse, and took back dozens of bottles of elixirs that others wouldn't even dare to think of. He handed his inner sect disciple badge to Tong Xiyuan and told him about Danhe Zhenren's request.

He said, "Take this, the guards of the secret realm will not stop you. There are many spiritual herbs there, and you have a wood spiritual root. Staying a little longer will be of great help to your practice."

Tong Xiyuan took the waist badge. On one side of the rectangular jade badge, which was larger than his palm, was engraved Lingxiao Sect, and on the other side, Lu Zhihan. "Okay."

The secret spiritual spring was not on Lingjian Peak, but it was not far away. Tong Xiyuan learned how to fly a sword and flew over slowly.

He originally thought that the secret realm guardian attendant mentioned by Lu Zhihan would be a disciple of Lingxiao Sect, but as soon as he landed, he saw a golden-eyed white tiger as tall as two people at the entrance.

The white tiger was lying at the entrance of the secret cave. After smelling the breath of a stranger, it raised its eyelids lazily. After seeing that it was an outer disciple with low cultivation, it exhaled through its nose, turned its head in another direction and continued to close its eyes.

Tong Xiyuan was silent for a moment, as if he was being looked down upon?

He walked forward with Lu Zhihan's badge and waved it in front of Baihu, "Sir waiter, can I come in?"

The white tiger remained unmoved. Tong Xiyuan thought for a moment, then moved sideways to avoid its huge body and tried to squeeze into the cave.