Xie Bian was dizzy from being kissed. Facing Fan Wuxi's bold actions, he faintly felt that he had fallen into a trap, but he didn't know how to resist. When Fan Wuxi hugged him and kissed him non-stop, he could easily push him away, but he didn't do so. The ambiguity and intimacy that he had never experienced before made his heart beat, his blood surged, shame, freshness, curiosity, excitement, all strong emotions burst out at this moment, and washed away the knowledge he had built over the past twenty years.
Maybe... maybe not hate, really like
He was a broken sleeve in his previous life, so he is also in this life
In the past, he thought that he was not in a hurry to marry a wife and have children, but just to stick to his Taoism. Could it be that he was deceiving himself and others? However, he likes to look at good-looking girls, and he has never had any strange thoughts about men, so why did he break his sleeves
He now regrets going to Yunxi very much. If he hadn't gone to the gossip platform, he wouldn't be stimulated to see the memory fragments of his previous life, and he wouldn't keep dreaming about his previous life and his love-hate entanglement with men. , and will not waver when faced with the courtship of the younger brother.
But it's too late to regret anything now, he has already lost his duty as an elder brother, and he did these things with his junior brother.
Compared with Xie Bian's endless twists and turns, Fan Wuzhen was extremely happy, licking his lips gluttonously, thinking about how to eat this person completely.
The red tide on Xie Bian's face almost never receded, he kept pouring spiritual energy into Fan Wuxi's wound, and asked in a low voice, "Is it better?"
"It's much better." Fan Wuxi grabbed Xie Bian's hand and pressed it against his heart, staring at him without blinking, seeing the flickering pupils from his slightly wet eyelashes, and then seeing the opening of his eyes. The wings of his nose and red and swollen lips, and his sharp jaw and light chin. On his entire face, only his eyes are blunt and warm, with black and big pupils, like a deer in the forest when he is frightened, and because he always smiles freely and freely, it makes people want to get close at a glance.
The eldest son Xiao from the previous life had not only wanted to get close to this person since he was a child, but wanted to possess him.
Xie Bian was stared at with horror: "Don't look at me like that."
"Why can't I look at my people."
"What time is it now? Master and Brother Lan don't know what's going on, and we haven't escaped danger yet. If you don't care about the seriousness, I'm really angry."
Fan Wuxi reluctantly sat up straight: "The bleeding has stopped, we can go."
"Really?" Jie Bian looked at his injury hesitantly. Temporarily treating the wound with spiritual power and a hemostatic talisman does not mean that the injury is getting better, it is just an emergency need, but fortunately no vitals are injured, otherwise Fan Wuzhen would not have the strength to play a rogue at him.
"It's okay, it's cold here, and the bleeding stops quickly."
Xie Bian supported him to stand up: "If we go back, we will face the people of Cangyumen. They are so numerous that we may not be able to defeat them. If we go forward..." Going forward is unknown. In a head-to-head confrontation, the Flying Envoys are definitely not their opponents, but here they have the advantage of the right time and place, and no one knows what they will face in front of them.
"I can only go forward." Fan Wuxi covered the wound in his lower rib and took a deep breath, "No matter how cunning those two witches are, there are only two of them after all."
The two walked cautiously into the depths of the spiritual palace. The Linggong was originally small, but when Qi Mengsheng manipulated the Bingling and froze Fengming Lake, the Linggong was destroyed by the freezing lake water. At this time, the Linggong has merged with the ice, regardless of each other, reshaping a bigger and more beautiful place. Complex ice caves. Across the deep and thick ice, even the light of the sky cannot reach the bottom of the lake. This is a dark, cold, dangerous and hopeless world.
"I can't figure it out." Xie Bian said, "Seven-star lanterns are all that matters. Living things cannot be put into the Qiankun bag. How did they bring that ice coffin back to Fenglinzhou?"
Fan Wuxi said carefully, "I heard that the Cangyu Sect has a magic weapon, and I guess that magic weapon may be used."
"What kind of magic weapon can transport such a big and heavy thing without being discovered?" Xie Bian asked curiously.
"Public torque."
Xie Bian froze for a moment, as if remembering something.
"have you heard of it?"
"It seems... I heard it somewhere."
"It was back when the Zong brothers were princes, there was a group of pill thieves called the Lion League. Their leader was a traitor from the Cangyu Sect. They killed their master and took away the magic weapon. The magic weapon is Gong Shuji."
"I remembered. That person seems to be surnamed Chen, and Yan Shu, the demon's biological father, colluded with him and killed many monks."
Hearing the name Yan Shu, Fan Wuxi's gaze sank.
"That Gongshu Mo is said to be able to measure everything in the world, but the Cangyu Sect has never taken it out, and no one knows exactly how powerful it is?"
"The public transport moment can not only measure all things, but also shrink the ground, change the size and shape of things, and even scale living things."
Jie Bian was startled and said, "Living creatures? So powerful? You mean, they shrunk the ice coffin and brought it back?"
"Well, think about it, they are indeed good at cultivation, but they are not so powerful that they can break through the barrier of the Pure Yang Sect without anyone noticing, sneak into Xu Zhinan's bedroom, release thunder and flint, and steal the seven-star lamp before escaped, and the Pure Yang Sect almost went out to hunt them down, but they didn't catch them."
"So that's how it is..." Xie Bian sighed, "Although Gongshu Moment is not a top-level magic weapon, it has great uses." He blinked, "Wuxie, why do you know so much?"
"My former master told me."
Xie Bian looked at Fan Wuxi thoughtfully: "Your master is really a descendant of the Zong family."
"Since I am using the authentic Zongxuan swordsmanship, then he must be a descendant of the Zong family."
"At your age, you seem to know everything about Zong Tianzi's era. Some of you don't even know your master. What did your master teach you?"
It's not that Xie Bian has never doubted Fan Wuying's life experience. Fan Wuxi said that he was abandoned since he was a child. He had no father, no mother, and no one to rely on. He was raised by the descendant of the mysterious Zong family in Qingcheng Mountain. But there are many doubts about him. He has no market spirit. He is neither humble nor tactful. Instead, he is arrogant and unruly. He said that he still has to worry about his livelihood, but his cultivation and swordsmanship are not only extremely talented, but also acquired kung fu is indispensable.
In short, Fan Wuxi is like a son of a family who has been pampered since he was a child, he doesn't have to worry about any trivial life, and he has both civil and military skills.
Xie Bian was brought up by Zhong Kui, a carefree master, while Cui Jue taught him to read and write. He inherited both civil and military skills from the best teacher, but his teacher was busy with everything, and he had to take care of his teacher when he was very young. Respect, it is impossible to focus on learning without distraction. He has seen how a son of a family like Lan Chuihan learns. Apart from his real master, Lan Chuihan also has three martial arts masters and three literary masters. He only taught one person, and he taught the first son who is famous all over the world.
Therefore, according to what Fan Wuxi said, the experience is worse than that of ordinary children, but he has cultivation and knowledge far beyond his age, how can it not arouse suspicion.
But Xie Bian is naturally unwilling to think of people in a bad way. He thinks that Master must have thought about what he can think of. People don't need it. Perhaps it was because of the identity of the master in Mount Qingcheng that Fan Wuxi was hiding something about his life experience, or because of other difficulties.
Seeing that Fan Wuxi didn't speak, Xie Bian didn't intend to get to the bottom of it. He was just a little disappointed. Fan Wuzhen said he liked him, but he didn't completely trust him.
Fan Wuxi could see through Bian's mind at a glance. He didn't know if Jie Bian was too simple in this life, or he had too good eyesight in two lifetimes. He felt that this person was so stupid that he wrote everything on his face. superior. He held Jie Bian's hand and interlocked his fingers: "Brother, you have also started to learn Zongxuan swordsmanship now, and you have achieved some results, so you can barely count as my master's outer disciple. I will take you back to Mount Qingcheng someday , about the past, let me tell you slowly, okay?"
Xie Bian's heart suddenly warmed up, he smiled and said: "Okay." After a pause, he said, "You can trust me, if one day Song Chun returns to Qingcheng Mountain to check your life experience, I can help you cover it, I can't. Ask outsiders to bully you."
Fan Wuzhen clenched the hand that knew Bian, and said with a low smile, "Senior brother is so kind to me, I want to kiss you again."
"Shut up!"