Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Such words were like stabbing Tong Xiyuan's heart. His breathing stagnated, his face flushed and he nodded, "Okay."

He will keep the things given by Fan He well.

The heated atmosphere did not dissipate, but instead tended to intensify because of Tong Xiyuan's obedient blushing face.

The man lifted Tong Xiyuan's chin again and was hesitating whether to take away all the flavors he wanted to taste at once, when his extraordinary hearing heard an extremely slight sound of landing outside.

He smiled, covered Tong Xiyuan's eyes with his old trick, stuffed the Thousand-Leaf Green Lotus into the little swordsman's hand, and said, "Be good and wait for me to come back."

Tong Xiyuan simply closed his eyes in response to his covering gesture, but the man disappeared in an instant.

He lowered his head and looked at the lotus in his hand. If it weren't for this thing, Tong Xiyuan would have mistakenly thought that everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door behind.

Tong Xiyuan suddenly woke up, turned around and opened the wooden door, "Who?"

His eyes paused, as he had just left Fanhe.

No, Tong Xiyuan frowned, looked at the man in white with unpredictable emotions and asked: "Why are you..."

Changing clothes so quickly?

Fan He did not respond to him. His eyes wandered around the empty room behind Tong Xiyuan, and when he retracted his eyes, they fell on Tong Xiyuan's face.

The young swordsman's cheeks flushed red, and the color of his lips was much darker than the previous two times he was seen. He looked like he was bullied by the monster.

Fan He suddenly clenched the Xuantian Sword in his hand, and the anger in his heart instantly reached its peak, but in the next moment, he silently recited the Qingxin Mantra in his heart.

Tong Xiyuan thought he was a little strange and asked in confusion: "Why did Daozun come back again?"

Fan He looked at him deeply, then moved his gaze to the Qinglian in his hand with difficulty, and said in a cold voice: "Something is lost."

"What is it?" Tong Xiyuan keenly noticed that his attitude had changed, and couldn't help asking, "Is it important?"

Fan He hid the Xuantian Sword and said after a long while, "It's not important."

Tong Xiyuan said "oh", looked down at the Qinglian he gave him, and when he looked up, he had hope in his eyes, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Do you want to stay a little longer?

People who practice the ruthless way should cover themselves more to keep warm, right?

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Fan He turned around and left, walking very quickly, as if he was really busy.

Tong Xiyuan sighed in disappointment and couldn't help but poke the green lotus in his hand.

The man walked two meters away and stopped, turned around and looked at Tong Xiyuan and asked, "Have you become a disciple of Master Changyun?"

Tong Xiyuan didn't expect him to turn around suddenly, so he quickly put down his hand and said, "Yeah."

Fan He's expression did not change, and he continued to ask, "Have you performed the apprenticeship ceremony?"

Tong Xiyuan didn't know why he asked these questions, and shook his head honestly, "Not yet."

In an instant, Fan He made up his mind. Instead of leaving Tong Xiyuan here to be bullied by the monster, it would be better to let him go to Xuantian Sword Mountain to practice. From his perspective, he could protect him a little.

As for the occasional inexplicable throbbing in my heart...

Fan He's eyes turned cold, and he firmly believed that he could control himself.

So, he said to Tong Xiyuan: "That doesn't count as entry."

Tong Xiyuan misunderstood his meaning and said anxiously: "When Master Changyun comes back, I will be able to perform the apprenticeship ceremony. By then, I will also be his disciple."

"No need to wait for him," Van He said, "I will accept you as my apprentice."

Tong Xiyuan was stunned, blinked quickly, and was actually tempted by this suggestion.

However, he refused, "No, I don't want to practice the ruthless way."

What's the point of two cold people hugging each other? They can't even warm up the bed when winter comes.

No, Tong Xiyuan thought bitterly, if he also practiced the ruthless way, there would be no possibility for him and Fan He to hug each other.

He doesn't want that.

Tong Xiyuan didn’t want to end the fate he had cultivated over three lifetimes with great difficulty.

Fan He only saw the corners of his mouth curved downwards, his complexion getting worse and worse, and he looked like he could cry at any time. He frowned and said, "I won't let you repair it."

It is difficult to practice the ruthless way, and one needs to abandon all distracting thoughts such as the seven emotions and six desires. He has practiced hard for a long time, but he has been stuck at the critical moment of ascension for nearly a thousand years. Now he has different thoughts about the sect's new sword-cultivating disciple.

Fan He closed his eyes, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and stopped thinking about it.

Tong Xiyuan's pupils dilated for a moment, and he asked in surprise, "Really?"

There is nothing wrong with him and Fan He being master and apprentice. Xuantian Sword Mountain is also close to Lingjian Peak, which makes it convenient for him to protect the male and female protagonists.

Van He hummed.

Tong Xiyuan gently pulled the petals of the green lotus, "Then... Master?"

"..." This name flowed into Fan He's ears, as if a small stone was thrown into his heart. The ripples were not big, but it almost made him lose his composure. He was silent for a long time, and said with a cold face: "The disciple-taking ceremony will be held tomorrow, you should prepare."

After saying that, he left Lingjian Peak with slightly unsteady steps.

Tong Xiyuan stood there and thought about it. A disciple-taking ceremony? Are all Dao Zun's disciple-taking ceremonies so elegant?

Regardless, he went into the house and began to prepare seriously.

***

Within half a day, the news that Dao Zun Xuan was going to accept a disciple spread throughout the Lingxiao Sect. After being shocked, the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect immediately and decisively spread the news to other sects.

Such a big event must be made known to the entire world of immortal cultivation!

So the other sects were dumbfounded as they received the invitation letter personally sent from the Dao Master Xuan through the void.

The letter read: [Tomorrow at noon, a ceremony will be held in the Lingxiao Sect's main hall for my disciples to pay homage to their teacher. I invite you all to come and watch.]

Just one sentence, very short and casual.

But those who received it dared not not go, nor did they dare not bring some valuable gifts.

Because what was written on the letter from Xuan Zhi Dao Zun was "apprenticeship ceremony" instead of "disciple acceptance ceremony", it was clear who would be the protagonist tomorrow. People were originally only surprised that the high and mighty Xuan Zhi Dao Zun, who seemed to be in seclusion from the world, would accept a disciple, but now they are more curious about what kind of person is worthy of the other party's attention.

Inside Lingxiao Sect.

Tong Xiyuan had originally prepared a fairly formal set of clothes for himself, but near evening he received from the head of the sect a gorgeous brocade robe that was made in a hurry and fit him perfectly.

The sect leader, along with several prominent disciples of the sect, personally placed the wooden tray containing the clothes in Tong Xiyuan's shabby cabin.

Tong Xiyuan's seniority suddenly rose to a very high level in front of everyone, and the head sect leader looked at him and called him "Junior Brother Tong" one after another.

Calculating from the past, Fan He and the master of the sect leader are of the same generation. Tong Xiyuan became Fan He's apprentice, which means he became half of the sect leader's junior brother in disguise.

The head of the sect called him "Junior Brother", while Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji could only call him "Uncle Master".

Tong Xiyuan couldn't help but cover his face. He couldn't bear to listen to anyone and found an excuse to drive everyone away.

He was the only one left in the room again. Tong Xiyuan picked up the clothes and put them on to try. When he was about to take them off, a hand reached out from behind his waist and held down his belt.

The man sneered and whispered, "Sure enough, he couldn't help it. Wait until you move to Xuantian Sword Mountain..."