Master tutoring class

"Talk about jade?"

Leaving senior brother's call behind him, An Heyi Yujian quickly went outside the sect.

The wind blew past my ears, and the long sleeves of the robe swayed unsteadily, just like the host's chaotic mood.

Halfway through the journey, An Heyi's mind was shaken, and his body that was stepping on the flying sword swayed.

The defensive array he placed on Wen Xiuyuan was broken.

It seems that the attacker was a monk above the distraction period.

It's really bad.

An Heyi's breathing became disordered, and the sword swayed left and right, forcing himself to remain calm.He took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his mind.

An Heyi called Wen Xiuyuan's name, feeling a thousand regrets under his anxiety.

If he knew that this road was so unsafe, he would definitely not let his apprentice pass.

The leaf logo on the waist is still hot, sticking to the surface of the clothes from the outside to the heart.On weekdays, it would only get hot in times of crisis, and An Heyi flew over at a faster speed with restlessness between his brows.

Today's weather is not gloomy, the sun is dazzling.

"Xiuyuan—"

After arriving at a place, the leaves on the waist reached the hottest, shaking up and down non-stop, which indicated that Wen Xiuyuan was nearby.

An Heyi looked around looking for Wen Xiuyuan's trace.

The trees are crooked, the surrounding gravel is chaotic, and it is a messy scene after the war.

where will it be?

An Heyi turned around until a murderous aura rushed towards him somewhere, and An Heyi raised his sword to block it.

The sword hummed, and the blade trembled.

The leaves on the right trembled, An Heyi's heart tightened, and he used coercion to move towards each other.

But he saw the man sprained his leg and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he used his sword to support him in time to prevent him from falling.

"Xiuyuan!" An Heyi changed his face, raised his legs and walked towards Wen Xiuyuan.

The face of the person opposite was really bad.An Heyi frowned, and roughly inspected the wounds on Wen Xiuyuan's body.

From him, with just a glance, one could see Wen Xiuyuan's torn clothes.Blood oozes from the clothes, and the destroyed and fallen plants and trees are blackened and decayed.

"Are you okay? Where is He Mo now?"

Wen Xiuyuan covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "It's okay. I lost touch with Master He Mo, and he should be fine."

Wen Xiuyuan drew a circle on Yu Wenxing's body as early as when he left.If he is in danger, he must be the first to know.

An Heyi didn't know, and his heart was always restless.

When Wen Xiuyuan and An Heyi found Yu Wenxing, Yu Wenxing was squatting in a hole in the ground.Seeing them coming over with tears in their eyes was like seeing relatives.

In front of the cave, overgrown weeds grew to several meters, directly covering the entrance of the cave.

When approaching the burrow, a foul smell came towards him, Wen Xiuyuan's nose clenched, and he turned his head away in disgust.

An Heyi was silent for a while, took a step back and turned his back, "Master Hemo, let's come out first."

Only then did Yu Wenxing jump out wanting to cry without tears, and performed more than a dozen dedusting spells as soon as he got out of the cave.

Yu Wenxing was really ashamed to see them, so he bowed his hands and said goodbye.

"Thank you two fellow daoists, He Mo will take a step back to the sect first."

After speaking, he rushed outside without waiting for An Heyi's response.

"Hey—" An Heyi had no choice but to quietly follow behind with Wen Xiuyuan, and returned to Yuanshengzong with Wen Xiuyuan when Yu Wenxing returned to the sect safely.

The top of Tibetan Mountain.

"Master, let go." Wen Xiuyuan tugged on his clothes to prevent An Heyi from doing anything, and pulled at his belt like a chaste man guarding against a rude man.

"Let me see your injuries," An Heyi ignored Wen Xiuyuan's refusal, and still insisted on checking the wounds on Wen Xiuyuan's body.

"I'm really fine, even my spiritual power is only slightly affected, basically nothing serious." Wen Xiuyuan's eyes were full of helplessness.

Usually, he is flirtatious, but this time he really wants to show the master, he always feels awkward all over.

An Heyi frowned.

"Don't make trouble, if the opponent uses a poisonous weapon to attack, the spiritual energy will not notice the change for a while, but it will gradually decline in the later period." An Heyi had a serious face, his eyes were full of disapproval.

When he was young, a master fell like this, and Wen Xiuyuan didn't care so much, he was really worried.

"I'll see for myself," Wen Xiuyuan tugged at An Heyi while tugging at his belt, his ears were slightly red, and the corners of his eyes were a little annoyed.

An Heyi sighed softly, reached out and stroked Wen Xiuyuan's hair.

"...you are good"

A warm and soft voice sounded in Wen Xiuyuan's ears, with a coaxing tone, it sounded both comforting and helpless.

Wen Xiuyuan was shocked.

At this moment, Wen Xiuyuan's neck and chest turned red along with his ears.

An Heyi took advantage of Wen Xiuyuan's unsteady hand and pulled off his belt, revealing his white chest completely.

Despair and helplessness flashed across Wen Xiuyuan's eyes, and he let An Heyi's hands rub against his skin, causing waves of numbness.

Wen Xiuyuan tensed his body to restrain his breathing as Yingbai's fingers lightly stroked her.

When the surrounding air was getting hotter and hotter, An Heyi raised his head and saw Wen Xiuyuan's red ears, his breathing was stagnant, and his fingers shrank back suddenly as if they were scalded by his chest.

Putting the ointment on Wen Xiuyuan's hand, An Heyi stood up, "Apply it yourself."

Wen Xiuyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a teasing tone, "I just said I painted it myself, but it's Master, you insist on tearing my clothes... Eh? I won't say anything!"

Before Wen Xiuyuan could finish speaking, An Heyi walked outside the door, and he flew over the mountaintop while standing on the sword.

Feijian circled Tibetan Yi Mountain round and round, without stopping.

Too much!

He actually made the mistakes of the masters in the cheat book.

You should keep your distance.

After thinking like this for a long time, An Heyi calmed down again, and circled the mountain a few more times.

Tibetan meaning mountain is very windy, and there is a river nearby. The wind floats over the river and runs towards Tibetan meaning mountain.The wind with moisture blows, hitting the skin to attract bursts of autumn.

An Heyi felt much more awake, and Yu Jian returned to the house on the top of the mountain.

Wen Xiuyuan was no longer in the room, and presumably returned to his own hall, An Heyi breathed a sigh of relief, and regained his peace of mind.

After An Heyi left, Wen Xiuyuan got up and went back to the house, lying on the bed and breathing out as soon as he got back.

Beads of sweat came out on his forehead, his eyes were closed tightly, and his white teeth bit his lower lip with a bloodstain.

It hurts too much.

His group of apprentices really played a hard job today, and they all learned to use blood sacrifices to trap him.

Fortunately, he had guarded against them in the first place.

Wen Xiuyuan sneered, preferring to put himself in a situation where he would never be able to recover.

His face is really big.

The wound made by the blood sacrifice has not healed for a long time, and no panacea will work.Wen Xiuyuan raised his arm and glanced at the white bottle in his hand.

The body of the bottle is pure white, with the emblem of Yuanshengzong in the center and a small green leaf engraved on the bottom.

Wen Xiuyuan chuckled, enduring the pain and putting the white bottle into his arms.

Cool, like the warm fingers.

The author says:

Almost to the fun part!