Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

In front, a piece of red skirt flutters, looking from a distance, the women are slim and graceful, with different appearances.

What is eye-catching is the touch of white in front of the red, and thousands of flowers compete for splendor, but they become a tacky foil.

"...Did you see that? Misty Palace's master and disciples are all dressed in red, and the one in white is the Young Palace Master Yang Xuezhi. She likes to say goodbye to the immortal, so she also wears white clothes."

Qi Feng glanced at the white, and sneered, his figure was graceful, and his appearance was gorgeous without concealing his indulgence, even in white clothes, he couldn't see the cold and noble demeanor.

It seems that the young palace master is very fond of warm words.

Lin Heng had a half-smile, not to mention that the man's soul was in the whole book, and all he liked were men, but now Wen Ci is like an ice cube, ruthless and desireless, the thoughts of the young palace master can only be wasted.

After all, he was covered in ashes.

Under Ling Xiaofeng, several figures lingered for a long time, but none of them left.

"Young Palace Master, why don't you go back first, we are here to guard, I heard that Wen Ci Xianzun stays on the peak all year round and rarely leaves the peak." The woman in red tried to persuade the girl in white.

Yang Xuezhi was already in an irritable mood, she turned her head and glanced at the person who spoke, her sinister gaze instantly choked the words left by the person in her throat.

She concentrated her spiritual power in her palm, and struck again. In the air in front of her, a layer of barrier that was as transparent as water fluctuated, and immediately returned to calm.

No, no, still no!

There seemed to be a fire burning in Yang Xuezhi's chest, she wished to tear off that layer of enchantment, and rushed to Ling Xiaofeng to question her.

She couldn't forget the despair she felt when she was almost insulted by the demons five years ago, and she couldn't forget the whiteness like a banished fairy, which was engraved in her mind with just one glance.

For the grace of saving her life, she was willing to promise her with her body, but the man left without even looking at her.

Later, when she learned that he was Wen Ci Xianzun of the Chengtian Sect, she thought of becoming a Taoist couple with him. When she came to the Chengtian Sect several times, she either couldn't see him, or she was rejected coldly. .

In the dream at midnight, there were only the corners of that person's snow-white clothes and indifferent eyes, as if nothing in the world could enter his eyes. How could she give up such an outstanding person willingly.

This time, she came again.

Unexpectedly, he didn't even give his mother face, and refused to leave Ling Xiaofeng.

Ling Xiaofeng has a barrier set up by that person himself, and outsiders cannot enter.

Yang Xuezhi stayed at the foot of the peak for a few days, but couldn't get in, and she didn't want to give up.

"Young Palace Master, someone has left the peak." A surprised voice sounded from behind.

The young man was dressed in blue, and he came in the morning light. He had a handsome appearance, as favored by the heavens, with every stroke of his stroke, as if carefully carved, the sharp edges and corners were outlined.

The young man raised his eyelids and looked at them with dark pupils. The shocking beauty for a moment stunned the women.

Lin Heng glanced away lightly, without expression or greeting, as if he couldn't see them.

He knew who these people were, and he didn't want to pay attention to making trouble. If he hadn't asked Qi Feng for something urgent, he wouldn't have left the peak.

"Hey, stop." Seeing that the young man was about to leave as if no one was around, Yang Xuezhi suddenly woke up and hurriedly snorted softly.

The young man turned a deaf ear and kept his eyes fixed.

Yang Xuezhi stomped her feet, ran over, and stopped her.

She didn't notice anything wrong with her behavior, and said angrily, "I told you to stop, didn't you hear?"

She stared straight at the boy, sizing him up wantonly.

This person looks very good-looking, and his indifferent appearance is enough to arouse a woman's desire to conquer. In the past, she might also like it, but now her heart and mind are full of Wen Ci's figure, and others are attracted to him. Can't see her.

Lin Heng drooped his slender eyelashes to suppress the irritability and violence that emerged. He hated other people's unbridled Zen, and looked at it like evaluating the value of an item.

"What's the matter, girl." The light-colored thin lips parted slightly, and the voice was low and intoxicating, like old wine.

The posture is calm and elegant, without any flattery.

The calm and indifferent eyes seemed not to put the person in front of them in their eyes.

Yang Xuezhi, who was used to being flattered and flattered since she was a child, was a little annoyed, her face darkened a little, and the face that looked at the young man was a little less pleasing to the eye.

"You are Wen Ci Xianzun's apprentice, take me to Ling Xiaofeng."

In the past, there was only Wenci Xianzun on Lingxiao Peak, but now there are two more apprentices. It is not difficult to guess that the young man in front of him is one of them.

Sure enough, this was the idea, Lin Heng smiled with a slight sarcasm, he is not so easy to find trouble, open the door for the rival in love, and add trouble to himself.

His tone was flat, without the slightest warmth: "I'm sorry, Ling Xiaofeng, outsiders are not allowed to enter, please let the girl get out of the way."

The good temper that Yang Xuezhi had managed to bring out was completely smoothed out. If it was said that the young man in front of her was not pleasing to the eye before, now it is mixed with anger and disgust.

She drew out her sword, and pointed the cold tip at Lin Heng's neck.

"Today, you have to bring it with you, or you have to bring it with you. Otherwise, the master of this young palace will kill you. I believe that the Chengtian Sect will not make an enemy of our Misty Palace just because of a small disciple."

Seeing that the young man was still unmoved, Yang Xuezhi couldn't suppress her anger, she raised her sword and swung it away, the sharp sword energy concealed murderous intent, if it landed on her body, she would either die or be injured, she showed no mercy.

The young man didn't dodge, and pulled out the sword on his back almost at the same time. The two swords collided, and the sharp sword was reckless.

Yang Xuezhi took a step back, and Lin Heng took three steps back.

Lin Heng suppressed the fishy sweetness of rust in his throat, his black pupils narrowed slightly.

It really doesn't work if you don't have a cultivation base. Rao has practiced swordsmanship for so long, but he is still at a disadvantage.

"The apprentice of Wen Ci Xianzun is nothing more than that." Yang Xuezhi weighed the sword in her hand, calmly accepted the adoring and admiring eyes around her, and hummed softly,

In the next second, his gaze was fixed on the boy's sword, and his mocking eyes immediately became astonished.

"Where did you get the sword in your hand?" she asked.

The whole body of the sharp sword is white, as if covered with a thin layer of snow, and the cold air is wanton, but it does not hide its sharpness at all.

"This is the sword of Wenci Xianzun, why is it in your hands?"

In the past, that person used this sword to kill the demons who tried to invade her, and she would never admit his mistake.

Lin Heng didn't seem to notice Yang Xuezhi's unusually violent reaction, his gaze flicked across Xuejian, which was clean and bright, reflecting his appearance, and he said casually: "Naturally, it was given to me by Master."

"Impossible." Without even thinking about it, Yang Xuezhi almost subconsciously denied it.

She also coveted that man's sword before, not to mention giving it away, even that time, when she tried to touch it carefully, she was injured.

Now, that person actually gave the sword to someone else, even if that person was his apprentice, Yang Xuezhi would not allow it.

She stepped forward to grab the sword, how could Lin Heng do what he wanted.

Yang Xuezhi was furious, with a murderous look in her moves.

On the other side of Ling Xiaofeng, there was a person hiding behind everyone. He was dressed in black, as black as ink, with his arms folded, his eyes dark, and he quietly watched the scene in front of him.

Whether that person is you or not, Lin Heng, you have to die.

I, Yunheng, will never let you block my way of cultivating immortality.

The sword energy was lifted, and with a "bang", Lin Heng was thrown into the air and fell to the ground. The fishy sweetness in his throat could not be suppressed, and blood overflowed from the corners of his lips.

Lin Heng's internal organs were aching like fire, and Lin Heng gripped the sword tightly, gritted his teeth and stood up.

Yang Xuezhi approached step by step, her supposedly beautiful eyes were full of viciousness and disdain.

"Go to hell." With all her strength, she swung her sword again, intending to kill the ignorant young man in front of her.

Except for her, only the dead can use warm words.

Sensing the danger, Lin Heng's Demon God Orb spun wildly. He covered the position of his heart, where the Demon God Orb almost burst out of his body.

No, as soon as the Demon God Orb comes out, everyone should know that he is a demon.

What will Wen Ci, who has always taken killing the demons as his lifelong mission, think of him.

Blinking his eyes, a murderous sword aura came towards him.

The breath of death came oppressively like heavy tides.

The Demon God Bead collided wildly in the heart, and the clear eyes suddenly turned red, like rubies, without a trace of impurities.

Are you going to be exposed?

Lin Heng's whole body seemed to be deflated, and the light in his eyes dimmed inch by inch.

Seeing the man's indifferent gaze, Lin Heng turned and left without the slightest hesitation or emotion, no matter how much he called and pleaded, the figure gradually drifted away.

With a flash of his figure, Lin Heng fell down.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on the waist, and a clear, clean breath rushed over.

The familiar breath made Lin Heng's heart tremble suddenly, he opened his eyelids with difficulty, and saw Wen Ci's cold and delicate profile.

Gently waving his sleeves, the sword energy that was supposed to kill Lin Heng turned back.

Yang Xuezhi, who was still in a state of surprise when she finally saw Wen Ci, was too late to guard against it.

It flew upside down and hit the ground, spitting out blood.

Wen Ci tilted his head, his eyes fell on the corner of Lin Heng's blood-stained lips, Ru Yuanshan's brows were slightly frowned, and a strange emotion flashed in his heart, too fast, Wen Ci couldn't catch it.

The white fingertips gently wiped away the spilled blood, the movement was very light, and the lips were warmly opened, and the voice was clear and light: "Don't be afraid, the teacher is here."

Lin Heng's heart was suddenly poked, and he trembled violently, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

The young man is handsome, with a smile from the heart, as bright as the scorching sun, which warms people's hearts.

Wen Ci was slightly stunned, and poked the corner of the boy's lips, lightly, without a trace of anger: "Don't laugh."

Lin Heng: "?"

Wen Ci thought about it for two seconds, and explained seriously, as if explaining the facts: "You have a beautiful smile, as a teacher, you will want to watch it all the time. Now, you can't be distracted."

I thought he didn't like his smile, but he didn't expect it to be the reason, Lin Heng couldn't control it, and his smile deepened.

"If the master likes it, I will show you a smile all the time from now on."

Wen Ci sighed softly, as if a little helpless.

"Wen Ci Xianzun, do you remember who I am, how could you treat me like this."

Yang Xuezhi had already been lifted up, and the scene in front of her eyes deeply hurt her eyes. Her already injured and painful internal organs seemed to be torn apart violently by a big palm.

Once, she also fantasized about how gentle and caring that man was to her.

But everything is just illusion.

Wen Ci glanced at her with his head tilted, and then moved away in a second, as if no one could get into his eyes.

Her thin lips parted slightly, her tone was indifferent, and the chill pierced people's hearts: "Who are you, and what have you to do with this deity. In the Chengtian sect, under Ling Xiaofeng, you hurt the deity's disciples, your cultivation level, the deity accepts it, and what else will you do?" Next time, I will save your life."

Under the snow-colored sleeves, slender hands were raised.

Yang Xuezhi seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible hand, and something seemed to pass away from her body.

For that person, he actually wanted to abolish her.

Cultivation gradually passed from the dantian bit by bit, the body suddenly became cold, and fear surged up.

She was afraid.

His eyes were red and tears were falling.

"No, you can't abolish me, Wen Ci, I am the Young Palace Master of Misty Palace, you can't abolish me."

She begged and asked the people around her for help, but no one dared to step forward.

half an hour.

Her pupils were a little dark.

Wen Ci put down his hands, Yang Xuezhi seemed not angry, the once high-ranking person lay on the ground in a mess.

Her years of cultivation were abolished.

He could only watch the whiteness, turn around indifferently, and leave with the boy in his arms.

She thought that the man was heartless and desireless, and he was alone, and if he rescued her, he must have feelings for her.

Only now did I realize that her "thought" was just a joke.

Fingers clenched tightly, eyelashes drooping, Yang Xuezhi covered every inch of darkness in her eyes.

On the remote side of Ling Xiaofeng, the black-clothed boy turned and left, leaving only a corner of the mountain wall held by him, leaving a sunken handprint, faintly stained with blood, and oozing with a cold chill.

Lin Heng didn't realize it until he was placed on the bed in the main hall.

He was actually carried all the way by Princess Wenci.

Shit, this is too detrimental to his dignity.

"Master, where are you going?" Seeing that Wen Ci put him down and was about to leave, Lin Heng had no time to feel sad, and grabbed his sleeve.

Wen Ci's footsteps paused slightly, looking at the pitiful young man who was afraid of being abandoned, it was rare to explain, and he said concisely: "Take medicine and heal the wound."

Well, Lin Heng reluctantly let go.

Wen Ci took two steps, stopped, thought for two seconds, turned to look at him, and said in a flat voice, "Don't be afraid."

Lin Heng was stunned, was he trying to comfort him?

This injury is worth it.

Not long after, Wen Ci came back, took the jade bottle, and poured out a elixir, exuding a pale golden luster.

"Eat it, it can heal injuries and improve cultivation."

Lin Heng blinked his slender eyelashes, did not move, and opened his mouth slightly, with obvious intentions, on his pale face, a pair of expectant eyes sparkled.

Wen Ci was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't feel anything wrong, he squeezed the elixir with his round fingertips, and put it into the young man's pale lips.

Suddenly, the fingertips that were too late to retract seemed to be gently swept by something soft, warm and accompanied by a tingling numbness.

A strange touch, both familiar and unfamiliar.

Wen Ci suddenly withdrew his hand.

Wen Ci: "You..."

The tip of his light-colored tongue lightly licked his parched lips, Lin Heng lowered his burning gaze, revealing eyes that were clear and innocent.

The words of gentle reproach reached his lips and he swallowed them again.

"Rest." Wen Ci sighed softly.

It is rare for a beauty to be tender, Lin Heng still thinks about it in many places, but he never thinks that the power of the medicine in his body will be dispersed, and he will feel sleepy for a while.

Lin Heng closed his eyes.

Wen Ci's eyes fell on the young man's face, and after looking at it for a few seconds, he raised his hand, and the gentle spiritual power in his palm brushed over the young man's body.

At the young man's heart, he stopped suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed.

After a long time, he put down his hand and murmured softly, "Sure enough..."