Master is different

Wen Yang subconsciously turned his body sideways to follow the prestige.

Xi Heng was standing not far away, looking straight at him with a pair of dark eyes that were as dark as ink. There was a deep depth in his eyes, but for no reason it made the person who saw these eyes feel a little lingering in them.

Wen Yang suddenly withdrew his gaze, his eyelashes trembled up and down, his lips were slightly pursed, and his expression was a little grave.

He shouldn't have come back.

Every time he entered the Nightmare Gate, there would always be an uncontrollable surge of violent emotions from the bottom of his heart, which Wen Yang should have gotten used to, but now he felt even more irritable.

Why.

A bunch of trash can also dominate his emotions.

Wen Yang closed his eyes fiercely and clenched his teeth for a moment.

Just when he decided to leave here first, so as not to lose control of his emotions, Xi Heng seemed to approach him, and his low voice seemed to be close to his ears, and it was very close, and it was transmitted come over.

"Wen Yang..."

The name seemed to be grinded and tossed between the teeth for a long time before it spit out lightly, wrapped in a slight heat, a little itchy, Wen Yang moved the tip of his ear, and the itchiness spread from the base of the ear to his cheek.

Wen Yang opened his eyes, and out of the corner of his vision, a strand of his hair fell between Xi Heng's fingers and was loosely twisted.

After a while, Wen Yang opened his mouth, "Huh?"

The voice seemed to be squeezed out from the throat, with a slightly suppressed voice, Wen Yang closed his lips, still feeling inexplicable about his behavior of not staying in the Demon Palace after coming out of the Nightmare Demon Sect, but returning to Shangxuanxianzong instead.

The hair was touched lightly, Xi Heng didn't make another move, but Wen Yang felt that the fingertips seemed to land on his neck, and the itching was still spreading.

"release."

When he spoke again, Wen Yang's voice was a little hoarse.

Xi Heng didn't let go, he lowered his eyes slightly, and stared at Wen Yang seriously, as if he wanted to convey that deep emotion to the person he was watching.

Wen Yang met his eyes, and heard Xi Heng's voice.

"Why are you unhappy?" Xi Heng whispered softly.

Wen Yang blinked his eyes and looked at him silently.

Xi Heng saw that he didn't intend to speak, but he didn't resist his touch, so he continued: "Master is here."

The soothing meaning mixed in the words seemed to be coaxing, Wen Yang took a shallow breath, his eyes lingered in Xi Heng's eyes, looked deeply into the bottom of these dark eyes, and finally said slowly, word by word: "I'm not happy. "

He heard himself speak.

Wen Yang's voice was very shallow, as if he was repeating Xi Heng's words, and also seemed... to express his sincerity.

His mood at the moment is indeed not good. An extremely violent impulse is trying to drive his brain, and the desire to destroy occupies the whole mind, and the demonic nature surges in his body.

Wen Yang felt that as long as the devilish energy around him stayed for a second longer... it would break through the Lingbao's suppression and leak out—so he wanted to leave this place quickly.

·

The moment the words fell, Wen Yang turned his feet slightly and wanted to go to the side hall, but his movements stopped for a moment when he felt a warm touch between his foreheads.

Xi Heng's fingertips moved from the end of his hair to his forehead, and the second his broad five fingers fell, the fingertips slowly inserted into his hair, coaxing him: "Now? "

Wen Yang collected his thoughts, "What?"

"how do you feel?"

Xi Heng didn't give him time to react, before Wen Yang could answer, he threw out the next sentence, "I'm coaxing you."

The tone was light and slow, and Xi Heng's big palm moved down bit by bit, passed through the hair, and landed on the back of Wen Yang's neck. The two were very close, as if they could hear each other's voice. breathe.

Wen Yang heard his own... from mild to severe.

"Don't be unhappy." Xi Heng said.

Wen Yang froze for a moment, but he could vaguely hear a hint of prayer, and after he calmed down, he dismissed it as a fantasy, Wen Yang avoided Xi Heng's hand, turned his face away, "I'm fine. "

Be treated like a child.

This interruption by Xi Heng made Wen Yang really unable to think about Nightmare Demon Sect anymore, the remaining warmth on the back of his neck clearly told what Xi Heng had done just now.

No one has ever dared to do this to him.

The violence in Wen Yang's heart was dissipated, and replaced by another unknown emotion, very inexplicable...but with a sense of déjà vu, very...making him nostalgic.

Xi Heng looked at him, as if he was confirming the truth of the words, and seeing Yang's slightly frowned brows loosened, a smile slowly appeared in his eyes.

He wasn't really sure until then.

His little apprentice really came back.

***

The restless emotions that should have been ups and downs disappeared in an instant, and it wasn't until Wen Yang and Xi Heng entered the main hall that he suddenly remembered...

Xi Heng never asked him where he went from the beginning to the end.

Wen Yang glanced sideways at Xi Heng, and said in a low voice, "Is there anything Master wants to ask?"

Hearing his sudden voice, Xi Heng looked at him with a low smile, "What do you want to ask, Master?"

Wen Yang was a few steps behind him, twirling his slightly cold fingers in his sleeves, buttoning them on the hem of his clothes, making a very slight movement, only to hear him say: "It's nothing...Is Zhicheng Xianzun still in good health? "

Xi Heng turned around, glanced at Wen Yang's hanging hand, his eyes darkened, and his fingertips moved accordingly, then he closed his five fingers calmly, and said in a deep voice, "It's okay."

With the effect of Hunyuan Bell, Mu Ruqin's condition has stabilized a lot.

Wen Yang nodded, not paying much attention to it.

The way he changed the subject was a bit blunt, but Xi Heng didn't expose it, and walked slowly to the wooden chair next to the table, sat down, and called him.

"Huh?" Wen Yang stepped forward.

Xi Heng took out the jade slip that he failed to hand over last time, Wen Yang took it and looked at Xi Heng.

I only heard Xi Heng's succinct words: "This is the heart method of Qingxuan Jue."

Almost all the disciples of Shangxuan Xianzong practiced this set of mental methods. Wen Yang closed his eyes and probed into his spiritual consciousness to check, and found that what Xi Heng gave him was far from what ordinary disciples could learn.

But after thinking about it, he is now Xi Heng's direct disciple, so it's not surprising that this exercise was passed on to him.

Wen Yang licked his lower lip.

Xi Heng: "If there is something you don't understand, come and ask me as a teacher."

"……it is good."

The spirit treasure used by Wen Yang was snatched from the previous Mozun.

In the previous battle, the new demon king ascended the throne, while the old one died, and all the demon races were under his control. Of course there were dissatisfied ones who wanted to fight, but Wen Yang convinced them one by one...

And this Lingbao was taken from the Nine Turns Linglong Pagoda in the depths of the Demon Palace. It has special effects, it can change the appearance and even the aura of the body, just like now, Wen Yang can still not be seen even if he cultivates with spiritual energy. flaw.

·

Perhaps it was Xi Heng's attitude, and Wen Yang was also willing to give him a good face, and he started to "practice" without delay after acquiring the exercises, but after a month or so, the one who appeared in front of all the disciples of the Xuanxian Sect was no longer The little foundation-building monk who just came to the Upper Realm from the Middle Three Realms is a veritable Jindan Daoist.

Such a rapid advancement made all the disciples of the Shangxuan Sect dumbfounded.

"Little brother, you advanced too fast!"

Yuntong said enviously.

The two had just learned from the Lingjian Peak Hall, when other disciples passed by and echoed, "The alchemy has been formed in just one month, it's really fast!"

"Little senior brother is amazing, what a talent! I don't think it will take long to see little senior brother conceive a baby!"

There was no sarcasm in these words, but a sincere sigh, Wen Yang listened to it, and only smiled at him faintly.

The disciple also laughed.

After getting along with each other, most of the disciples of Shangxuanxianzong were very enthusiastic towards Wen Yang, and they even called him little senior brother as kindly as Sui Yuntong. This time, his advanced level is more convincing.

It's no wonder that the superior accepts the other party, the junior brother has a good temper and excellent talent, even though he was born in the Three Realms, he himself is still an existence beyond reach.

At some point, Yuntong picked a grass and held the roots in his mouth, and when he heard Wen Yang being praised, he was happier than he was being praised.

However, not long after, the voices of the crowd gradually stopped, Yuntong paused, and looked around, only to see the disciples around them all looking in one direction.

"It's Senior Brother Fang Chen." Yuntong muttered softly.

Wen Yang glanced over there, and saw a tall man coming from the side, his face was handsome, his nose was high and straight, but there was a sense of solemnity between his brows, like a sword drawn from its scabbard.

As if hearing Yun Tong's muttering, Fang Chen looked at the two of them with sharp black eyes.

Fang Chen, the personal disciple of Huo Yuxianzun, the master of Juzhan Peak, is the best among the disciples of Shang Xuan Xianzong.

This time Wen Yang's fame has risen, but there is a hidden meaning to push him down. Yuntong also noticed Fang Chen's gaze and quickly closed his mouth. Finally, he pulled out the grass root in his mouth, and made a sideways pinching motion towards Fang Chen. .

Fang Chen paused, and looked back with a cold face.

Seeing this, Yun Tong burst out laughing, "Brother Fang Chen, why don't you come to Lingjian Peak today to listen to the class?"

When the cultivation level reaches Huashen, there is no need to come to Lingjian Peak to listen to the teachings of the elders. Fang Chen stopped listening to the lessons a few years ago. Seeing him, Yuntong couldn't help being a little curious.

Hearing Yuntong's words, Fang Chen didn't pay attention, but walked past the crowd and walked to the other side of the mountain path.

Yuntong curled his lips and was about to chatter with Wen Yang, but he heard someone among the disciples standing beside him see Fang Chen walking away, so he opened his mouth. He seemed to know some inside information, "I heard that something happened in the mortal world, senior brother Fang Chen I’m here to inform the rest of the senior brothers.”

The one who notified was naturally the direct disciple of Immortal Venerable Minzhen of Lingjian Peak.

Hearing this, Yuntong was surprised: "Then why didn't I receive the news!?"

Although his cultivation is not as good as those senior brothers, he is also a direct disciple of Immortal Master Min Shan of Huanyu Peak, so he doesn't know such a thing...

Yuntong went to visit Wen Yang again.

Wen Yang shook his head, his expression was flat, but he was thinking in his heart...

What happened in the mortal world can actually alarm the upper three worlds.

·

Back at Dingchen Peak, Wen Yang went straight to Luhua Hall, and before entering the main hall, he felt that there was no presence of Xi Heng in the hall.

Wen Yang was a little surprised.

Every time he came back from Lingjian Peak, Xi Heng would wait for him in the hall.

Not this time...

Contact what the disciple outside the main hall of Lingjian Peak said earlier—something really happened in the mortal world.

The mortal realm occupies one of the six realms, but it still belongs to the middle and lower realms of the cultivation realm, so the mortal realm is also protected by the upper three realms.

However, unlike the Mortal Realm and the Lower Three Realms, in the Mortal Realm there are ordinary people without cultivation roots, but in the Lower Three Realms all have spiritual roots that can be cultivated, but the spiritual roots are mixed and cannot be cultivated to great success.

Just as Wen Yang was thinking, he stepped into the main hall. As soon as he entered, he could smell the tangy aroma of food. The sweet scent lingered in the hall, as if it penetrated everywhere, especially towards him with the heat.

Smelling this fragrance, Wen Yang's heart suddenly warmed up.

Even if you have something to go out, you still don't forget to prepare food for him...

Wen Yang hooked his lower lip.

The momentary absence prevented him from noticing the movement behind him in time, until Xi Heng's deep voice sounded, with a slightly hoarse ending, "I'm back."

Wen Yang suddenly stopped, and then, through the sleeves, someone grabbed his wrist.

He was led by Xi Heng to the table, and the other party whispered in his ear.

"Fortunately, it's not too late..."

Why are you late...

Wen Yang thought.

Then he heard the answer.

"Otherwise, I will have to wrong you to eat alone today."