Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The only bronze mirror in the wooden house was not very clear. Just now, there was only Tong Xiyuan in gorgeous clothes in the mirror, but now there was a black figure behind him.

Tong Xiyuan didn't hear the first half of the man's words clearly, only the second half. He raised his chin and looked sideways at Fan He behind him, "I'll move over after the ceremony tomorrow, okay?"

"Where are you moving to?" The other party seemed to be teasing him intentionally.

Tong Xiyuan blushed, "Move to Xuantian Sword Mountain."

"There aren't many houses there."

Tong Xiyuan bit his lip, "So do you want to live with me?"

"Well," the man pondered for a moment, a smirk flashed in his eyes, and he bit his ear and said, "After the ceremony tomorrow, how about I wait for me directly in bed?"

"No," Tong Xiyuan didn't know whether he was angry or embarrassed, his neck turned red, he wrinkled his nose and said, "You are always like this."

"What kind?"

Tong Xiyuan thought about it and lowered his voice, "It changes all the time."

Sometimes she was cold to him and pretended not to see him, and sometimes she would touch him and say teasing words like she was doing now. If this continued, Tong Xiyuan would suspect that Fan He had developed a problem from practicing the ruthless way.

Hearing this, the man's eyes darkened a little, but he soon chuckled again, lowered his head and left a mark on Tong Xiyuan's neck, and said, "Nothing has changed, dear."

How could he change? He always did what he wanted, unlike that hypocrite.

But hypocrites also have their advantages. The man raised his eyebrows. His strength has been growing faster and faster recently, all thanks to the man's suppression of his desires.

Tong Xiyuan was very considerate. When he said that he hadn't changed, he said that he hadn't changed. He turned around and looked into Fan He's eyes and asked, "Are you embarrassed in front of outsiders?"

"……Um."

Tong Xiyuan smiled, "Okay, but you are not allowed to do that again when it's just the two of us."

"……it is good."

Someone thought maliciously that he had agreed at first but might not be able to do it later, and anyway, Tong Xiyuan was not the one making trouble for him.

He kissed Tong Xiyuan's lips with longing, and left reluctantly. It's not that he didn't want to go too far, but considering the ceremony tomorrow, he was afraid that Tong Xiyuan's body would not be able to bear it.

Silent all night.

The next day, before the ceremony began, the gate of Lingxiao Sect was almost broken down.

Visitors from other sects all brought rare treasures and elixirs, and spoke hypocritically and politely to the Lingxiao Sect's leader and others, but in fact they were all glancing around the main hall, afraid of missing out on the good opportunity to get close to Dao Zun Xuanzhi.

Noon.

The ceremony begins.

Dao Zun Xuan stood in the center of the main hall, watching the young swordsman walking towards him respectfully from outside the hall.

The ceremony was not complicated. Tong Xiyuan performed the ceremony of paying respect to his master and finally said, "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings."

He was about to kneel down, but Fan He raised his hand to stop him. Dao Zun's voice was still cold, "No thanks."

The people standing on both sides saw this situation and immediately understood that the importance of Tong Xiyuan, the disciple, in the heart of Xuan Zhi Dao Zun was much higher than they had imagined.

When those who practice Taoism reach a certain level of cultivation, they will inevitably become arrogant, thinking that they are strong and do not need to bow down to anyone.

Although kneeling to worship the master is natural, Daoist Master Xuan Zhi was reluctant to even let his disciple bend down, which shows that he is too doting on him.

After Tong Xiyuan, who was doted on by his master, completed the ceremony, countless treasures were stuffed into his arms by everyone.

"This is a small gift from our Bibo Sect. I hope that Master Xuanzhi Daozun and Senior Tong will accept it."

"The Baihua Sect offers ten bottles of the sect's secret medicine..."

"This is the Five Elements Mysterious Jade..."

"This is the Qiankun Divine Cauldron we gave you..."

"A galaxy ring that can contain everything in the universe..."

"Some of the marrow-cleansing Nirvana Ganoderma collected from the Ten Thousand Poison Mountains..."

……

In the end, it was Lu Zhihan and others who helped Tong Xiyuan collect all the things and sent them to Xuantian Sword Mountain.

Tong Xiyuan himself had already found an excuse to escape from the crowd, packed up his bags and moved to Fan He's place.

As soon as you enter, the cold white furnishings make you feel a sudden chill under the scorching sunlight.

His master, who practiced the Way of the Merciless, seemed to be particularly fond of anything that could stabilize his mind. The house was made of Hanshan jade, which was rare in a thousand years. There were few tables and chairs in the house, and an ice bed attracted everyone's attention.

Tong Xiyuan shuddered, thinking that someone could freeze to death here.

He put the things he brought on the only stone table and was hesitating whether to sit on the hard stone bench when he heard footsteps outside.

As expected, Fan He is back.

Tong Xiyuan paused, and suddenly the words the man said last night flashed through his mind.

Just go to bed and wait...

When the footsteps stopped at the door, Tong Xiyuan shivered from the cold.

Outside the house, the door was not closed.

Fan He saw at a glance the things on the table that did not belong to him. He went in with the sword he had just taken back from Lingqi Peak, and unexpectedly did not see Tong Xiyuan.

"Master."

A weak, shy voice sounded.

Fan He turned his head and saw Tong Xiyuan lying on his bed, his face pale from the cold.

He did not pounce on her as Tong Xiyuan had expected. Instead, he just stood there, staring at the person on the bed, with unclear and unfathomable emotions in his eyes.

Tong Xiyuan waited for a moment, and the slight embarrassment he felt disappeared as time went by. He sat up and asked, "Master, aren't you coming over?"

There are no outsiders here, why are you pretending?

With a clang, Fan He put the sword in his hand on the table and said, "Come down. I will give you a sword. You can name it yourself."

Tong Xiyuan didn't want to look at the sword, but he still got out of bed and walked over. He picked up the sword with his cold hands and looked at it. "Thank you, Master."

He needed time to think about the name of the sword.

Fan He glanced at Tong Xiyuan's expression. The boy seemed a little unhappy. He paused and said coldly: "The master has prepared another room for you."

His meaning was very clear. Tong Xiyuan raised his head with sadness in his eyes and accused: "That's not what you said last night."

Fan He frowned, "Hmm?"

Tong Xiyuan held the sword in one hand and grabbed his bag in the other, gritted his teeth and said, "Master, you are so fickle."

After saying this, he rushed out, found another spacious and clean wooden house, went in, closed the door, and blocked it all in one go.

999 looked at him worriedly, [Yuanbao, are you okay? ]

[It's okay,] Tong Xiyuan's eyes were a little red, but he didn't cry, [Jiu Mei, I don't want to pay attention to him.]

999 of course blindly agrees, [If Yuanbao doesn't want to care, then don't care, he's a bad guy anyway. ]

Tong Xiyuan interrupted, [He is not. ]

999: […]

Tong Xiyuan walked to the table and sat down. He touched the newly acquired sword in his hand and said: [This sword is forged with the Five Mountains Divine Iron.]

He has read a lot of books recently and learned a lot of knowledge about the world of immortal cultivation from them, so he can see the materials used for the sword and also knows how precious and hard to find the magic iron is.

Tong Xiyuan paused and said gloomily: [He is just a little bit bad.]