Master is different

Min Shan withdrew his thoughts from the memories of the past, then nodded slightly with Xi Heng, and did not want to entangle this matter with him again.

Not one of the other peak masters intervened in the conversation between the two of them, and they all looked at each other with their eyes and noses watching their hearts.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased a little, Bifeng raised his feet again and walked towards the hall, but he inevitably dodged a little when facing Xi Heng, trying to avoid staring at him as much as possible.

Senior brother Li Wangtong said 'self-respect', but it is not necessarily the case for him.

Therefore, Bi Feng, who was in charge of investigating Wen Yang's identity, didn't dare to think about what would happen if he and Xi Heng confronted each other just now.

"Brother Sect Master, this is the Hunyuan Bell." Bi Feng held his breath and concentrated, and handed over the storage box containing the Hunyuan Bell.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the storage box.

The Hunyuan Bell is not only the treasure of the Shangxuan Sect, but also a treasure in the realm of comprehension and even the entire continent. Ordinary people may not be able to see such a treasure in their lifetime, and there are very few who can resist its temptation. few.

However, even at such a moment, Wen Yang's attention did not fall on the storage box containing the Hunyuan Bell, he was staring at Xi Heng without blinking.

this person……

For many years, Wen Yang has never experienced the feeling of being protected by others, maybe he had it before, but that feeling has long been forgotten by him, and maybe...he has never experienced it.

But Xi Heng repeatedly let Wen Yang experience various novel feelings.

Promising Xi Heng to be his disciple and returning to Shangxuan Xianzong together with him was all Wen Yang's impromptu idea, and if Immortal Min Shan investigated him, he would surely find out that something was wrong.

However, all of this seems to be of little importance to Xi Heng.

Wen Yang's eyes flickered slightly.

No matter what he is, he is his disciple...

At the same time, with a flick of his sleeves, Xi Heng jumped in front of Bi Feng with a faint spiritual force, and took the storage box he handed over.

The next moment, Xi Heng slightly raised his eyelids, and suddenly met Wen Yang who was looking at him.

Wen Yang only glimpsed a deep ink color from these eyes, but there was an inexplicable dark emotion hidden in it that he couldn't understand, and it was fleeting. When he stared at it, Xi Heng had already moved his eyes away. .

Xi Heng turned his eyes slightly sideways, and looked at Mu Congyan who was beside Wen Yang, "I will follow you."

Hearing this, Mu Cong immediately showed a smile on his face, then bowed his head respectfully and said: "Thank you Xianzun."

When Mu Congyan raised his head again, Xi Heng had already stepped down from the master's seat, and the rest of the peak masters stood up one after another to see them off.

Seeing this, Mu Congyan moved a little away, turned half of his body and waited beside him to get out of the way, polite and demeanor.

No wonder Yuntong said that this person is called a gentleman with a sword, he is indeed a gentleman, Wen Yang thought, but the sword skills need to be witnessed.

Just as he was thinking, Xi Heng had already walked in front of Wen Yang, and when he passed by, a whisper fell into Wen Yang's ear.

"Follow."

***

When he finally left Shangxuanxianzong, Wen Yang also joined the list of going to Mixingzong.

On the Jiuxiao Yunniao boat, a group of three people occupy a room each.

Wen Yang stayed in the room quietly for a long time, then went to Xi Heng's room, and before he could knock on the door, the door opened spontaneously.

"Master." Wen Yang entered the door, walked inside and saw Xi Heng, and stopped abruptly.

I saw Xi Heng half leaning on the side of the couch, the jade crown that originally bound his hair was removed, and the three thousand black hairs were scattered like a waterfall, falling straight down to his waist, covering the couch. At this moment, he is holding a jade crown with one hand. Jane flipped through, her eyelids half-drooped.

When he came in, he saw such a scene, Wen Yang's breathing seemed to freeze for a moment unconsciously, from his angle, Xi Heng's sharp facial features were still sharp, and his whole body seemed to be cold.

However, this coldness faded away when Xi Heng slowly raised his head and looked at him, leaving only a gentle and soft look.

"come over."

Xi Heng raised his hand towards Wen Yang.

Wen Yang was stunned, as if he had returned to the scene where he was asked to sit in front of all the elders in the Huanyu Peak Hall today, and the other party did the same...calling him over affectionately.

Wen Yang's feet faltered, and then he stepped forward naturally, standing on the side of the couch.

Obviously when he was alone, he was indifferent and indifferent, as if rejecting others thousands of miles away, but facing him... glanced at Xi Heng, who had such a lazy and casual appearance, Wen Yang couldn't help but look more.

"Master, why did you take me with you?"

Wen Yang asked after indifferently withdrawing his gaze.

Because this trip to the Mixing Sect interrupted his plan to go back to the Demon Realm, Wen Yang wanted to ask clearly, but he was also somewhat curious——

What kind of illness did the head of Mixingzong suffer from?

Xi Heng put away the jade slips, straightened his figure, but finally asked without answering, "Don't you want to go for a walk?"

Wen Yang was slightly surprised, "Master, did you bring your disciples out to relax?"

Originally thought that going to the Mixing Sect was the focus of this trip, Wen Yang never thought that he would ask such a question, and the answer was blurted out.

Xi Heng nodded, noncommittal.

Wen Yang was momentarily speechless.

If Mu Ruqin knows that his life and death are not as important to Xi Heng as his distraction...

And, if the elders of the peak masters of Shangxuanxianzong heard this, they would definitely put a hat on him in their hearts.

Thinking of this, Wen Yang suddenly understood, and then he raised his eyes and narrowed his eyes slowly, "Master, do you think this disciple is unhappy because of what Master said?"

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Wen Yang entered the palace at an unlucky time, and he just heard what Min Shan had to say.

and so……

Xi Heng wanted to take him to relax.

Just thinking about it, Xi Heng smiled at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand.

Looking at the hand stretched out in front of his eyes, Wen Yang was a little confused, but compared with the complex emotions in his heart at the moment, it was far away.

With such emotions intertwined, Wen Yang subconsciously took a few steps forward, and then he slightly bent down, lowering his body a little.

In the next second, Xi Heng's outstretched fingertips touched Wen Yang's eyebrows.

Like a kitten whose fur has been smoothed, because of a little good mood, it allows people to rub on its fur belly.

Xi Heng was stunned.

The jade slip that wanted to transform into a gift just now was handed over to Wen Yang. The warm touch from the fingertips made people linger, as if a little disgusted by the coolness of the other's fingers, Wen Yang tilted his head, Xi Heng closed his eyes.

Wen Yang, whose eyebrows were lightly tapped by him, was not used to being touched by others, so his eyelashes kept trembling up and down, and his lips were lightly pursed into a straight line, with a touch of pink.

After a while, Wen Yang's slightly displeased voice sounded, "Is that enough?"

He still bent over to let Xi Heng touch him, and when he listened carefully, he still felt a little unnaturally stiff inside.

Xi Heng breathed softly as he spoke, and his heart softened instantly.

After a while, Xi Heng just raised his hand, and the moment before Wen Yang straightened his waist, the raised hand fell to the top of his head again, stroking and caressing gently between the soft hair, "It's not enough."