Master tutoring class

"Are you in a better mood?" An Heyi sent Wen Xiuyuan to the mountainside of Zangyi.

"Not very good."

An Heyi was stunned, "Then what should I do?"

"Then master sleep with me."

Wen Xiuyuan took An Heyi's hand and squeezed it lightly.

An and Yitong were startled, their breathing became short, and they flung their hands away.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Turning around, he could not wait to walk away with his sword.

Wen Xiuyuan looked at his back and smiled softly.

While smiling, An Heyi turned around again, and the smile stopped on his face.

"Master? Have you changed your mind?"

An Heyi glared at him, his wet eyes looked like reproach in Wen Xiuyuan's eyes.

"Don't think too much when you go back, sleep well."

Seeing Wen Xiuyuan nodded, An Heyi turned and left.

When he walked away, Wen Xiuyuan bent over and laughed, the corners of his eyes wrinkled, but he didn't have much joy.

How could An An...

Wen Xiuyuan was full of complexity at this time.

His master...how could he be such a person.

Hidden on the top of the mountain.

It was raining outside the window, fog covered the trees, it was getting late, An Heyi looked out the window in a daze.

It has been many times.

He dreamed of his apprentice in his dream, and when he woke up, he couldn't forget his appearance, and his uncontrollable heartbeat, which almost revealed his hidden thoughts.

Too dangerous.

He should stay far away from his disciples.

The fog is getting thicker, hiding the unknown thoughts in the middle of the night.

A peaceful night, insects and birds sleep soundly.Only Wen Xiuyuan and An Heyi lay on the bed and did not fall asleep.

In the early morning, the mist in the mountains gradually rises, and the morning sun casts an inch of golden yellow from the horizon to the world, passes through the faint fog, and lands on the pure-colored sheets.

An Heyi closed his eyes slightly to rest, but his mind was still awake, and he couldn't stop recalling the defenseless hug last night.

There was a tremor.

The noise disturbed the silence in the house.

The small clock by the window vibrates, and the long sound reaches the ears, and it lingers for a long time.

"Masters of the Yuansheng Sect, please come to the main hall for a meeting, please..."

It is an urgent order from the suzerain.

An Heyi immediately opened his eyes and sat up, said a formula, put on his clothes and went out.

The sky is full of masters rushing over, their long tails streaking across the sky, leaving behind traces.

I don't know what happened, there are bells ringing everywhere on the road, and they all come from the master's room.

In the past, the small bell was only knocked once in the meeting, but now such a huge posture made him inexplicably uneasy.

When An Heyi arrived, Hua Xiangran sat on the main seat with a solemn expression.

All the masters stepped into the palace gate and felt a kind of pressure inexplicably, and the expressions on their faces changed, and the masters who were usually joking and joking sat down now and sat down very lightly.

The entire hall was silent.

When everyone was ready, Hua Xiangran glanced at the masters on the table with sharp eyes.

After confirming that everyone has arrived, he raised his long sleeves and swept, and a light curtain jumped out from behind.

The masters on the table looked over together.

Take a breath.

An Heyi looked up.

The light curtain was dripping with blood, and a gash was cut across the pale neck.

A corpse was cast on the light curtain.

He is an outer disciple who wears the inner clothes of the Yuansheng sect.

"This..." The hall suddenly exploded, and the masters gathered together to discuss who committed such a murderous hand.

Hua Xiangran slapped the table heavily, with anger in his eyes, "We found a fan at the scene, and now, masters, please come and have a look, do you know this fan?"

The streamer flashed.

A folding fan with ink painting on a white background inlaid with gold thread was slowly unfolded in front of the eyes of the masters.

Folding fans floated past the master one by one along the streamer, so that every master could see clearly.

When he floated in front of An Heyi, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body was frozen in place.

"Master Tan Yu knows this folding fan?"

Hua Xiangran even used honorifics this time, but he was so angry.

An Heyi had complicated eyes.

"It's the folding fan of my fellow Taoist Wen Jing."

Hua Xiangran immediately stood up and said coldly, "The meeting is over." After speaking, he looked at An Heyi, "Tan Yu will come with me."

Leaving behind all the masters on the table, he strode towards the door.

An Heyi clenched his hands tightly, followed in a hurry, then thought of something, lowered his head and sent a message to Wen Xiuyuan asking him to stay in the room.Then he set off to Xiaoyaozong with his senior brother Hua Xiangran.

Along the way, An Heyi recounted the process of getting acquainted with Wen Jing from the beginning. After listening to it with a cold face, Hua Xiangran became more and more convinced that Wen Jing was a villain.

In front of Xiaoyao Sect.The group of disciples gathered by the Yuansheng Sect is not small in number and strength, and they surround the gates of other sects with a murderous look, making people frightened.

Hua Xiangran blocked the door with a dark face.

The disciple guarding the gate looked up, as if he had woken up with a start, the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

Running in panic, the door was locked tightly, and he shouted, "Come on, someone is robbing the sect and robbing the master!"

The piercing voice sounded particularly miserable.

Everyone in the Yuansheng Sect: "..."

Who cares!

The brothers were outraged.

The gatekeeper disciple of Xiaoyao Sect ran for a long time until he could no longer see his back, An Heyi still guarded the gate.

He and Hua Xiangran looked at each other, both of them were a little embarrassed.

A group of people waited like this, and no figure passed by for a long time.

"Go and yell," Hua Xiangran casually pointed to a disciple.

The disciple was stunned. When he saw Hua Xiangran's expression impatient, he had to run to the gate of Xiaoyao Sect and shouted, "Open the door, open the door quickly."

There was silence inside the door.

I don't know how long it took.

Hua Xiangran sighed heavily beside him.

An Heyi was already considering whether to set up a table, who would have thought that Nuo Da's sect would have no one passing by for a long time.

Seeing that there was no answer, the disciple who called for the door turned his head to look at the suzerain and the master. Seeing that there was no response from them, he could only continue to shout with a bitter face.

"Come on, or else your sect will be smashed!"

Just after shouting, he faced a young disciple in Tsing Yi.

"Hi!" The shouting disciple's eyes lit up, and he wished he could run over and catch that disciple.

The disciple was taken aback.

"Come here, another apprentice came to chase and kill Master!"

Run away in a hurry.

Everyone in the Yuansheng Sect: "..."

When An Heyi finally saw the person after waiting for a long time, the bustling people on the opposite side presumably brought all the masters and disciples of the whole sect with them.

The cultivator standing at the front was wearing a black long gown, with hostility in his eyes, walked to the door and let out a big yell.

"Who are you, what are you doing?!"

The majesty is so majestic, the only thing missing is the black hat on his head.

Hua Xiangran frowned, and followed suit, "Master Yuansheng! Come here and ask a few questions?!"

The man on the opposite side seemed to be stunned, and after he reacted, the hostility eased.

Fortunately, not a fight.

Zhu Wusheng, the patriarch of the Xiaoyao Sect, refused to open the barrier, for fear of being deceived, he asked An Heyi what they were doing here through the transparent barrier.

An Heyi had no choice but to take out his fan.

"The suzerain has seen this fan before, or does your sect have a master named Wen Jing?"

The patriarch of Xiaoyao Sect leaned over to take a look, "Our sect does not have a master named Wen Jing, but this fan does look familiar."

"Who?" Hua Xiangran asked eagerly.

"Hmm... There are hundreds of high-grade spirit stones at the bottom of the mountain."

Hua Xiangran was silent.

An Heyi frowned, "When I was in class in the past, there was indeed a Taoist friend who said that he belonged to the Xiaoyao Sect. So, is there any possibility that you remembered it wrong?"

Zhu Wusheng shook his head, "Impossible, I know everyone in our sect, and there is never a monk named Wen Jing. Besides, I have never seen anyone on the album you gave me."

There was a buzzing in An Heyi's ear, but he couldn't hear anything.