Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The morning mist on the mountain has not yet dissipated, and there is a cool air.

Tong Xiyuan stood at the door, tightened his collar unconsciously and said, "Looking for Senior Brother Lu and Senior Sister Liu."

Fan He secretly dispelled the cold air around him and asked, "Why are you looking for them?"

"Let's go down the mountain and go to Changyou River to eliminate the demons." Tong Xiyuan did not hide his feelings at all and did not feel guilty at all.

Fan He looked at this disciple who had no sense of respecting his teacher, and said in a more serious tone: "Master will not allow it."

If he went, there was no guarantee that the monster would not take advantage of the opportunity to bully Tong Xiyuan.

Tong Xiyuan imitated him and said in a serious tone: "I want to go."

Anyway, Fan He in this world will not be a villain, so there is nothing to be wary of. Tong Xiyuan wants to focus more on the two protagonists, and doesn't want to stay next to Fan He all the time. He remembers a saying on the modern Internet clearly, which is - distance creates beauty.

Perhaps after he is away for a few days, this master who practices the ruthless way will start to miss him.

"...Do you really want to go?" Seeing his determined look, Fan He asked after a long silence.

Tong Xiyuan nodded.

Fan He frowned, wavered in his mind for a moment, and began to make up stories, "You can't go. The master has to go out to do something, and you must follow him."

Tong Xiyuan was stunned for a moment and asked, "What's the matter?"

If it was important, then he... No! He couldn't not protect the protagonist.

Fan He added, "It's not a big deal. The location is near the Changyou River."

Tong Xiyuan's eyes lit up, and soon filled with a strong sense of anticipation, "When are we going down the mountain?"

"……Now."

***

It took less than two hours to fly from Lingxiao Sect to the Changyou River area. Tong Xiyuan first went with Fan He to take care of something that was not very important but required his presence. Then the two of them mingled in the noisy streets and walked slowly in the direction where Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji were going.

It was close to noon, the busiest time of the day in the market.

Fan He looked at the vendors hawking their wares. Some were selling children's toys with ingenious mechanisms, some were selling skillfully woven bamboo baskets, some were selling delicate women's hairpins, and some were selling sweet and sour candied haws.

For some reason, he shifted his gaze to Tong Xiyuan, thinking that his little disciple would like this sweet food.

As he expected, Tong Xiyuan's eyes were glued to the candied haws, and as the vendor walked, his disciple's head turned back.

A hint of smile flashed across Fan He's eyes, and the corners of his mouth just rose a little and then quickly fell down. He abandoned all the distracting thoughts in his mind and said seriously: "Disciple, do you want to eat?"

Tong Xiyuan suddenly came back to his senses, nodded and shook his head, "Forget it."

"Master will buy it for you." Fan He led him to the vendor, stopped and asked, "How much?"

The vendor was startled by his cold expression. If someone didn't know, he might have thought he was looking for trouble. He looked at the expensive clothes on Fan He, then looked at Tong Xiyuan, who had a fair face like a young master, and said, "Ten coins a string."

Fan He glanced sideways and asked Tong Xiyuan: "How many skewers do you want to eat?"

Tong Xiyuan quietly pulled his sleeve, his voice couldn't be any quieter, "Master, do you have money?"

For those who practice Taoism, if they were not like Lu Zhihan who often went down the mountain, they would never have the opportunity to use money.

Tong Xiyuan himself didn't have a penny. He knew that Fan He used to stay in seclusion for hundreds of years, so he definitely didn't have any money. He might not even know what money looked like.

Fan He, who really didn't know what money looked like, silently took off the jade pendant from his waist, handed it to the vendor and said, "I want two strings."

The dark green jade pendant in his hand was exactly the one that impressed Tong Xiyuan the first time they met. The vendor smiled and stretched out his hand to take it while saying, "Once you change it, you can't take it back."

Just as his rough hand was about to touch the jade pendant, it was intercepted by a white and slender hand.

Tong Xiyuan put the jade pendant away and put it in his arms, "I don't want to eat anymore, Master, let's go find Senior Brother Lu and the others."

After he said that, he pulled Fan He's sleeve and left, not giving the vendor a chance to bother him, nor giving Fan He time to react.

After walking a long way, Fan He called Tong Xiyuan's name.

Tong Xiyuan stopped when he heard this, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Master doesn't need this jade pendant." Seeing him keeping it close to his body so preciously, Fan He's heart beat faster. He restrained himself and said, "You should let go."

"No," Tong Xiyuan swallowed his saliva, slid his hand down and held Fan He's hand, and said nervously, "You've kissed me, can't I hold your hand?"

On a busy street, two men stood side by side. Others only felt that they were close to each other, but did not notice the two hands clasped under their wide sleeves.

Fan He was speechless. He didn't want to tell him about the evil thoughts. He could only try to suppress the throbbing in his heart. He recited the Heart Purification Mantra more than ten times and said with difficulty: "Yes."

Tong Xiyuan noticed his stiffness, looked at him strangely, and muttered: "You were so shameless when you hugged me, but now you are shy again. You people who practice the ruthless way are really fickle."

Xuan Zhi Dao Zun, who had extraordinary hearing, heard everything: "..."

Sooner or later, he would have to drive away that monster so that his little disciple could concentrate on his training.

The two of them did not fly swords, and they walked and stopped until dusk before they arrived at the town where Lu Zhihan, Liu Qingji and the others were staying.

As soon as we stepped into the town, we heard several heart-wrenching cries of extreme fear.

Then the sword was unsheathed with a clang.

The voices of Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji rang out.

"Demon, die."

"I've been waiting for you guys for a long time, and finally you dare to come out."

Tong Xiyuan pulled Fan He and ran quickly at the entrance of the town. They saw the two protagonists fighting with several black shadows above the turbulent Changyou River.

Several villagers stood by the river, the fear on their faces replaced by anticipation. They looked at Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji with burning eyes and said excitedly: "The two Taoist priests will definitely be able to kill these monsters."

Tong Xiyuan did not draw his sword. He was very clear about his own strength and was just waiting to help the two protagonists in case anything unexpected happened.

Fan He, who was standing next to him, suddenly raised his dark eyes and looked towards the roof of a house somewhere outside the Changyou River. The sky was getting darker, and a figure was squatting on the top of the lush willow tree.

After seeing the man's face clearly, Xuan Zhi Dao Zun's face turned cold as ice in an instant.

The person on the willow tree didn't pay much attention to him. His pair of upturned phoenix eyes just stared at Tong Xiyuan. When he saw his hand clasped with the person next to him under his sleeve, he sneered, "Hypocrite, dare to touch him."

The fight on the river was still going on, and those demon cultivators were gradually losing the upper hand. If they hadn't relied on their numbers, they would have probably been beaten to death by Lu Zhihan and Liu Qingji.

The Lord of the Netherworld Palace on the tree felt that his treasure had been defiled and was in a bad mood. He raised his finger and secretly helped those evil cultivators.

"Uh!"

The demon cultivator's strength suddenly increased greatly, and Lu Zhihan was defeated and fell into the Changyou River.

"Senior Brother!" Liu Qingji shouted, and then he heard a familiar voice.

Tong Xiyuan was shocked when he saw Lu Zhihan being thrown into the river, "Senior Brother Lu!"

Liu Qingji took the time out of his busy schedule to look back. Why is it you again?