Master is different

Jiuxiao Yunniaozhou is extremely fast, if Mu Congyan's cultivation level is to return from Shangxuanxianzong to Mixingzong, it will take two hours to control the sword, but this time the three of them only took less than an hour to pass. It has reached Mixingzong.

Because Mu Congyan had passed the news to the sect in advance, the flying boat went straight through the mountain guard formation and landed directly on the main peak of Mixing Sect.

"Xianzun, here we are."

When Mu Congyan's voice came from outside, Wen Yang was sitting in the room blankly, his eyes didn't know where to fall, and he seemed a little out of focus. After hearing the sound, he immediately came back to his senses.

It was Mixingzong who had arrived.

In the aisle outside the door, Mu Congyan heard the sound of the door opening next door, looked at Wen Yang who came out, and smiled politely with him, "Friend Daoist Wen."

Wen Yang: "Yes."

After answering, his eyes seemed to pass across another room inadvertently.

Xi Heng hasn't come out yet.

With just a glance, Wen Yang quickly withdrew his gaze, as if being scalded by something.

A few strands of scattered hair on the sideburns hang down on the shoulders, falling into Wen Yang's peripheral vision for a moment, the previous memory seems to come back in this moment.

He asked Xi Heng to touch his forehead, and let him rub the top of his hair... Finally, Xi Heng smoothed out a strand of hair for him.

This is the first time, Wen Yang glanced at it with downcast eyes, then slightly raised his fingers and brushed his hair back. It seems that the touch of Xi Heng's fingertips still lingered on his cheeks, Wen Yang suddenly felt Throat faintly a little dry.

Mu Congyan didn't seem to notice that he was absent-minded, and saw that the door of Li Wangxianzun didn't intend to open, and then said to Wen Yang: "If Congxue knew that Daoist Wen was here this time, he would be happy. Last time He was depressed for a long time after the ceremony."

He clearly wanted to go, but he was awkward. Mu Congyan was also quite helpless when he thought of him as a 'brother', but Wen Yang could easily sense the pampering that he showed unconsciously when he spoke.

"Really." Wen Yang curled his lower lip, it seems that there really is no so-called brotherly rivalry, thinking about the last time Mu Cong Xue Tuo Mu Cong Yan sent him the ceremony of apprenticeship, the smile on Wen Yang's face became more genuine.

Until a voice came from next to my ear, "What are you talking about?"

Wen Yang smiled slightly, and when he looked sideways, Xi Heng was standing beside him, with high hair and a crown, revealing handsome and gentle eyes, and looking down at him with black eyes.

Wen Yang looked away, "...it's nothing."

"But I have seen the Immortal Venerable."

At the same time, Mu Congyan, who was on the side, followed suit, still looking polite and thoughtful, "Immortal Venerable, please."

Xi Heng nodded to him, then went to look at Wen Yang, his eyes caught something, the corners of his lips could not help but slightly raised, and then said softly to the little apprentice next to him whose ears were blushing, "Let's go."

Wen Yang pursed his lower lip, "Yes."

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Mu Congyan led Xi Heng and the two towards the main hall.

Some disciples of the Mixing Sect saw the flying boat suddenly descending from the sky, and many of them looked at the few people out of curiosity, but they kept the etiquette and did not go forward, only saying hello when they approached.

"Senior Brother." Everyone called out in unison, and then carefully turned to the two people beside Mu Congyan. Their eyes fell on the tall and straight figure in white clothes, and they were overwhelmed by the other party's overall demeanor. Dare to see more.

Mu Congyan has always been gentle with his brothers, usually they would come to ask him about anything they don't understand, and this moment is no exception. There are also Xianzun's disciples, Wen Yang, Wen Daoyou."

"I have seen the Immortal Venerable Li Wang."

It was also at this time that they dared to raise their heads slightly, their gazes flicked to the dark lines between their brows, and they couldn't help swallowing.

It is really Li Wang Xianzun...

No. 1 in the cultivation world.

Most of the people present had only heard of his name and had never seen the real person, but now they saw Li Wang Xianzun himself, they were all stunned on the spot.

Wen Yang glanced at the expressions of these disciples of Mi Xing Sect, there were shock, surprise, disbelief...more of yearning and admiration, one can imagine Xi Heng's position in the hearts of these disciples.

This is the reputation of No.1 in the cultivation world.

It is an existence that all cultivators admire.

Wen Yang looked sideways slowly, Xi Heng was looking at those disciples, his expression was calm yet majestic, as if aware of his gaze, when Xi Heng turned his head and lowered his eyes slightly, Wen Yang saw the familiar light ochre. Color mole.

Wen Yang stared into the small spot, his eyes flickered, and he opened his lips to ask something, when suddenly he heard the sound of hurried footsteps in front of him, and there seemed to be a faint spiritual power following the movement.

Wen Yang turned his eyes away, and saw Mu Congxue dodging in front of several people.

"Congxue." Mu Congyan saw him coming, his face changed suddenly.

Mu Congxue's eyes were heavy, perhaps because of his biological father's health, he was not as agile as Wen Yang was when he first saw him.

"You all disperse." Mu Congxue raised his hand and dismissed the onlookers.

After everyone dispersed, Mu Congxue said: "Father knows that the Immortal has arrived, and he is awake at the moment, please ask the Immortal to go over."

Mu Congyan looked at Xi Heng.

Xi Heng nodded when he heard the words, and finally looked down at Wen Yang.

Wen Yang was surprised that Mu Ruqin had reached the point of coma. Last time in the Tianyuan Secret Realm, he had a clear view. The latter's cultivation base has reached Mahayana. It stands to reason that his body should not suffer from illness, unless...

Mu Ruqin didn't have an illness, but was cursed or injured by other people's spells.

Who can hurt a Mahayana monk, or cast a spell on him.

It wasn't until Xi Heng called him in a low voice that Wen Yang came back to his senses, "Huh?"

Seeing him in a daze, Xi Heng smiled, and repeated what he just said, "You wait for a while, and I will come to find you later as a teacher..."

The ending sound is gentle, as if there are still unfinished words.

Wen Yang remembered what Xi Heng mentioned before - to take him to relax...

"it is good."

Wen Yang licked his lips and responded.

***

Xi Heng went to see Mu Ruqin alone, while Wen Yang was accompanied by two brothers, Mu Congyan and Mu Congxue.

"Wen Yang." Probably because he knew that Immortal Li Wang was there and that his father would be fine, Mu Congxue's expression softened a lot at this moment, and he opened his mouth on his own initiative.

Wen Yang looked at him.

Mu Congxue's eyes turned, his familiar personality was no different than Yuntong's, and he didn't see outsiders: "You have small characters, or something else, it's not good to always call you by your name..."

After finishing speaking, Mu Congxue clicked his tongue twice, "It seems that some people can only call you 'Friend Wen Dao'."

Mu Congyan paused and looked at Mu Congxue with a look of helplessness on his face, but he didn't say anything.

Wen Yang on the side was startled.

small print...

Thoughts seem to drift away all of a sudden, but the depths of memory are a little blurred.

It took a while for Wen Yang to say in a low voice, "There should be..."

Mu Congxue was about to ask him what it was.

Mu Congyan was keenly aware of something, and interrupted suddenly: "Congxue, is the Great Elder in the master's room?"

Mu Congxue glanced at him, a little dissatisfied, but she still curled her lips and said honestly, "Yes."

After finishing speaking, Mu Congxue turned her head to look angry again, no longer turned her face to Mu Congyan, and said softly and quickly at Wen Yang, "Wen Yang, can I call you A Yang?"

Wen Yang thought for a while, then hooked his lips: "Yes."

Mu Congxue was happy, "Ah Yang, let me take you for a stroll around the Mixing Sect. First, go to the cold spring in the back mountain. In that spring is the Ling Jiao raised by my father, and..."

Just as she was talking, Mu Congxue was about to take Wen Yang to the back mountain.

Mu Congyan followed behind the two, like a silent follower guarding their side.

Wen Yang treated Mu Congxue as if he was a younger generation who was more pleasing to the eye. If anyone around him was like him, it would be Bai Lin who was picked up by him to save his life back then.

At that time Wen Yang picked up Bai Lin and raised him for a period of time, so the only time he got along with the younger generation was with Bai Lin.

Wen Yang also let Mu Congxue take him all over the back mountain, visiting most of the Mixing Sect.

In the end, when Mu Congxue wanted to take him to the medicine field again, Wen Yang suddenly sensed that Jin Xing was in contact with him.

Looking at the figure of Mu Congxue running in the front and Mu Congyan at the rear, Wen Yang stopped, took out a ruby ​​from his waist, and spoke again with a cold voice, " What's the matter?"

"Report to the Lord."

"The Demon Emperor came to the Demon Palace to look for you, he found his subordinates..."

Bai Lin went to the Demon Palace and couldn't find Wen Yang, but found Jin Xing, and Jin Xing was sent by him to guard the Nightmare Demon Gate...

Wen Yang had a headache for a while.

When he brought Bai Shi back when he saw that he was still young, in order to prevent him from being restrained and suppressed by the Demon Palace when he ran around, so he had the imperial order in his hand, and he could travel anywhere in the Demon Realm at will...

"Stop him."

"The deity will come back immediately."