Master is different

Wen Yang spoke in a declarative tone, not a question.

Xi Heng paused.

Just now Li Zhi did mention this matter, but this time he was sure that when he sensed Wen Yang's breath, the latter would never hear it, unless...

Xi Heng looked at him, "You heard me."

from last time.

Wen Yang did not deny it.

Since he couldn't think of someone like Xi Heng in his memory, he asked him directly.

The eyes of the two met, Wen Yang looked straight at Xi Heng, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised, "Yes."

Xi Heng's eyes darkened slightly.

"Tell me." Wen Yang moved a little closer, his eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and a faint golden glow flowed in it. This distance seemed to be able to hit each other with every breath, and then the breath of the two of them was entwined. one place.

He continued, "I want to know."

Thinking about it now, this is the only way to explain why Xi Heng was willing to accept him as his disciple from the very beginning.

"Wen Yang." Xi Heng said suddenly.

Wen Yang raised his eyes, the tone of his ear was a little hoarse, his gaze was also deep and gloomy.

"Ah."

After a while, Xi Heng said in a low voice, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Before the words fell, Wen Yang's eyes widened instantly, and his slightly careless expression turned into a dull expression. Then, his wrist was pulled forward, and the person who was pulling him embraced him in his arms.

The hoarse voice whispered, slowly falling into Wen Yang's ears, "After you left, I went back and waited for you for a long time."

A vague memory hidden in the bottom of my heart seemed to become clear and distinct at this moment, Wen Yang could only feel a buzzing in his head, and this passage repeated in the sea of ​​consciousness...

It hasn't stopped for a long time.

A picture flashed in front of Wen Yang's eyes, which was Jin Xing kneeling under the throne, "This subordinate is incompetent and failed to find the person His Majesty is looking for, so please His Majesty punish him."

This time was the first time that Jin Xing failed to complete the task he had given him, and it was within his expectation from the beginning.

But what Ren Wenyang never expected was that - he turned his head to the side and looked at the person who slightly lowered his body and buried his face by his neck. The person he was looking for was actually known as No. 1 in the world of cultivation. From the delusion of the immortal.

Wen Yang pursed his lips and let Xi Heng hold him.

The boy he met back then was Xi Heng.

When we met for the first time, that flamboyant young man dressed in fresh clothes and furious horses dressed in green clothes was chic and unrestrained, stood on the low wall and looked down, staring at Wen Yang with doubts in his eyes, and only after a while did he say lazily: " Not a demon clan?"

It was the first time Wen Yang saw a human monk. He looked at him in a daze for a while. The young man who had been silent for a long time and hadn't heard a reply jumped down from the low wall and walked towards him unhurriedly after floating on the ground. Closer, and finally leaned over slightly.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Yang'er."

Mother's call brought back Wen Yang's thoughts, Wen Yang came back to his senses, subconsciously wanted to run towards mother, the childishness on his still young face was still there, some dirt hung on his forehead, it looked a little bit cute.

Indistinctly, Wen Yang recalled—he heard the human youth whispering between his teeth, "Yang'er? Is this your small characters?"

Then the screen changed, Wen Yang ran away without looking back.

When we met again, the young boy at that time had grown into a young man, and he fell into a pool of blood, unconscious.

Wen Yang recalled the original paragraph, "You and before..."

Pausing for a second, Wen Yang took a deep breath, and slowly said to Xi Heng, "It looks different."

No wonder he didn't recognize Xi Heng, no wonder Jin Xing didn't find him later.

Xi Heng didn't let go of him.

"You're still the same as before." The low hoarse voice was close to the ears and drilled into the ears, whispering softly, Wen Yang's ears were slightly numb, "I recognized you at the first sight."

The moment the words fell, Wen Yang's breath trembled.

Xi Heng lowered his head a little more, "It's been 300 years..."

Tens of thousands of days and nights apart.

"I miss you."

***

The second time we met and rescued Xi Heng who was covered in blood, Wen Yang didn't know why he brought him back. The village has always been exclusive, even if he and his mother stayed here for hundreds of years, they couldn't avoid being raped The other monster races in the village are crowded out.

But he just took people back.

A human monk whom he had only met once...and knew his fine print.

For hundreds of years, Wen Yang and his mother have been living here - a small mountain village on the border of the Yaozu.

The villagers here are all monster clan with impure blood, and the monster clan always pay attention to the purity of blood, so they did not choose to live in the demon world, but stayed at the border of the demon world, and gradually established a small mountain village.

Most of the demon world live in groups, so people who are not of our race are extremely repelled. Although the blood of the demon race in the small mountain village is not pure, they also have the disposition of the demon race to be xenophobic.

Wen Yang took him back secretly.

Of course, he didn't expect to be able to hide it from his mother, but he didn't expect him to move someone into the house, and a female voice sounded from behind him, the voice was gentle but majestic.

"Yang'er."

Wen Yang was stunned, his back stiffened for a moment, he put the man on the couch, and turned around stiffly.

Sure enough, she met her mother's bright hibiscus face without makeup, Wan Qiu stared at him quietly, her pair of beautiful eyes glanced at the person on the bed behind Wen Yang, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to save him?"

Wen Yang was startled, thinking that his mother wanted him to take him away, but unexpectedly she asked him this. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and said, "Yang'er wants to keep him."

The implication is not only to save, but also to keep people.

If it was just to save, Wen Yang could probably guess what mother meant - that is to take the person out of the village after the injury is cured, instead of letting the person stay and recuperate after the treatment is completed.

This was the first time Wen Yang made his own request, Wan Qiu was a little surprised for a while, and glanced at the person on the bed again, she didn't speak.

Wen Yang blinked his eyes, and the tight lip line loosened, "Leave him..."

After thinking for a moment, Wen Yang added, "I won't let him go out to show his face. When he recovers, I'll let him go immediately."

Wan Qiu glanced at his son, Wen Yang lowered his eyes, his slender fingertips twitched restlessly, and finally curled up slowly.

After a while, Wan Qiu sighed, "Okay."

Wen Yang's eyes lit up, the golden eyes seemed to twinkle like stars, pure and dazzling.

Wan Qiu smiled, stretched out her pale index finger and flicked on his forehead, "You."

Wen Yang laughed along, grabbed Wan Qiu's hand and held it in his palm.

"Mother is the best."

The mother and son were talking and laughing, but no one noticed that the eyelashes of the young man lying on the couch trembled up and down, and opened slightly.

In this small mountain village, Wen Yang doesn't have a single friend, and no other monsters will come to contact him, even the little monsters will get repeated orders from those older monsters - don't get close to the mother and child in Xicun.

That's why.

The boy I saw that day was the first person to talk to him other than my mother.

"Not yet awake."

Wen Yang lowered his eyes and glanced at the person on the bed, he didn't clean up the blood on the latter's face, Wen Yang didn't like to touch other people, except his mother.

Fortunately, there was no external injury on this person, and the blood stains did not need to be dealt with.

It's just that such a serious internal injury seems to have shaken even his cultivation base. I don't know what kind of serious injury he suffered, and who he was injured by...

Seeing that the person hadn't shown signs of waking up, Wen Yang sat on the edge of the bed with his hands on his cheeks and stared at him.

With his excellent memory, coupled with this person's outstanding appearance and temperament, Wen Yang almost recognized this person as the human monk from last time at the first sight.

The aura of the other party did not change.

Wen Yang was shaking his toes in boredom, as if he wanted to observe people thoroughly, looking at people inside and out, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were full of brisk light.

When someone wakes up, they should be able to talk to him.

The other party's voice was nice.

Wen Yang was fascinated by it, his eyes had a tendency to let go, and gradually became dull, sleepiness gradually eroded his reason, and his eyes slowly closed.

Just like that, he fell asleep on the side of the couch with his hands supported.

The palm of the hand propped up a little red mark on the cheek, and the slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and the boy slept peacefully.

When Xi Heng woke up, he turned his head slightly and saw such a scene.

It's him.

The boy is still exactly the same as before, without any change.

Xi Heng's Adam's apple rolled, and he raised his hand to look at the palm, which was a piece of bright red that had dried up and solidified on it.

Xi Heng pulled his lower lip, put his hand back slowly, and stared at the beam without focusing his eyes. The aura of violence and violence in his body was rampant in his body, and he was experiencing pain every moment.

"Heh..." Xi Heng smiled lowly.

Not long after, a low hum came from next to his ear, the sneer on Xi Heng's face faded away, and he turned his head.

The eyelashes of the boy lying not far away from him trembled.

about to wake up.

"Yang'er wants to keep him."

Qingyue's youthful voice sounded, it was the voice Xi Heng heard before his consciousness became blurred.

Yang'er... This is his small print.

Xi Heng held his lips and said silently, "Yang'er..."

The moment Wen Yang opened his eyes, Xi Heng closed them.

Wen Yang squinted for a while, only to realize that he had fallen asleep when he woke up, "Well, why did you fall asleep?"

He muttered to himself first, and then looked sideways at the person on the bed.

Wen Yang glanced hastily, then retracted his gaze, and looked over the next second, there was a stray strand of hair falling down on the other's cheek.

He didn't have it before bed.

Following the man's breathing, the strands of hair brushed across the other's face. Wen Yang stared at it for a moment, then got up and wanted to leave.

Out of sight is pure.

Just as he turned his back and walked towards the door, Xi Heng on the couch raised his eyelids and was about to turn his head, but the footsteps in the room stopped, and Xi Heng closed his eyes again.

The next moment, the sound of footsteps sounded again—he was walking back to the bed.

Wen Yang returned to the couch, continued to look at the ups and downs of hair, closed his eyes, endured the discomfort of touching others, and thought to himself: wash your hands a few more times later.

When he brought this man back two days ago, he washed him five times.

Waiting for it should be done twice.

Thinking like this, Wen Yang was a little bit more able to accept it, and then he lightened his body slightly.

Following Wen Yang's movements, a large shadow covered up, blocking the light.

Xi Heng felt that the child seemed to have walked to the bedside, and the clean and clear breath slowly approached him, which seemed to be wrapped in a hint of sweetness, permeating Xi Heng's nose, a little itchy.

Wen Yang saw that the hair was still moving, and finally he stretched out his hand, resting his fingertips on the top of Xi Heng's face, and slowly moved it down.

When he touched the strand of hair, Wen Yang felt a slight coolness, and then the warm palm wrapped his fingertips.

Wen Yang lowered his eyes, and saw that the person who had closed his eyes had woken up from a coma, the other person's eyes seemed to be filled with starlight, he smiled at him with the corners of his lips, and said weakly: "What are you doing?"

"Are you awake?" Wen Yang was about to pull his hand back subconsciously, and frowned and landed on the hand that clasped him. The knuckles were well-proportioned and slender, but the blood stains ruined the beauty.

Wen Yang said lightly, "Release."

But Xi Heng clenched even tighter, and then asked nonsense, "Did you save me?"

Wen Yang was still frowning, his face was full of displeasure, Xi Heng felt like laughing, he was cuter when he was asleep...

Just as he was thinking, he heard the other party say coldly, "It's so dirty."

Xi Heng was taken aback.

This was the first time someone disliked him, Xi Heng lowered his eyes and looked at the hand he was holding on to the other party.

It's all blood.

Xi Heng laughed, "I really love to be clean."

While speaking, he got up and simply performed a cleansing technique on himself to remove all the dirt on his body, "It's all right now."

Xi Heng raised his eyebrows to look at Wen Yang, and saw the child staring at him with a strange light in his eyes.

Xi Heng was a little surprised that such a small cleansing technique was so curious.

When Xi Heng came here a hundred years ago, he noticed that this small mountain village is full of monsters, and there are all monsters in it.

However, this place is located near the border of the demon world, which is quite normal.

However, just as he inspected the village and found that there were all little monsters of low strength—supposedly, they were monster clans whose blood was impure and could not accept inheritance. When he was about to leave here, Xi Heng met a child.

He saw through at a glance that the other party was not a demon.

Not a demon but living here, Xi Heng was a little curious about the identity of the other party for a while, and wanted to find out a little bit, so he went up to talk to the other party, but his topic just started, and the child left soon.

At that time, Xi Heng still had other things to do, so he didn't stay for long.

It's just that I didn't expect that by chance and coincidence, I would come here again, and meet the child from back then, and it was precisely because of a mistake in my mind...

"You saved me," Xi Heng looked at Wen Yang, and said directly, "What do you want?"

When he finally learned of his own life experience, Xi Heng's eyes had a cold light, and he thought mockingly: Now he is also a master who can promise inexhaustible benefits to others casually.

Xi Heng gave a slight snort in his heart, and when his eyes fell on the child again, he seemed extremely calm again.

Wen Yang also looked at him quietly.

Xi Heng could clearly see that this child had a pair of extremely bright eyes, with a faint golden light shining slightly, which was really pretty.

Wen Yang: "You taught me the technique just now."

As he said that, he lowered his head, saw the hands still held by the two, and took advantage of Xi Heng's slack, quickly pulled them out.

Wen Yang checked his hands repeatedly, looked back and forth several times and found that they were indeed very clean, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

At this time, Xi Heng said: "You don't know this?"

When Wen Yang heard it, the corners of his eyes drooped instantly, and he looked fierce when his face was expressionless, and he nodded his head gently after seeing Xi Heng's expression confirming that the other party's words were not malicious, "Yes."

Seeing the whole process of his expression changes, Xi Heng didn't know what to say for a moment, so he agreed, "Okay, I'll teach you."

Wen Yang raised his lips.

Xi Heng: "But not now."

His physical condition was so poor that it was difficult to use even a little bit of spiritual power to perform the cleaning technique, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young man beside the couch with drooping eyebrows and eyes, and the drooping of his whole body was visible to the naked eye.

What kind of person Xi Heng has never seen before, and this is the first time he has encountered such a person.

In such a small mountain village full of monsters, this kid doesn't even know how to perform cleaning techniques...

For some reason, Xi Heng suddenly felt distressed.

But he is really powerless now, he hasn't been able to determine what kind of exercises the other party should practice, after all he doesn't even know what the other party is.

"Why not." Xi Heng didn't want to say that he couldn't use it now, after all, he just used it just now, so he had no choice but to find another way.

Seeing Wen Yang, Xi Heng looked back and smiled at him, without the barrier of blood, Wen Yang could see his eyebrows and eyes clearly.

Xi Heng's facial features are profound, as rich as jade.

He is the prettiest person Wen Yang has ever seen, and his noble aura adds a lot to this prettiness, exuding an aura that is not easy to get close to.

Wen Yang lifted his chin.

Xi Heng's smile deepened, and under his gaze, he said slowly, "Call me brother, and I'll teach you right now."

The tone is teasing, and it doesn't make people feel uncomfortable at all.