Chapter 120 Wen Zhi and Hui Qiu Qingyu appear

Xie Tingyu's whole body stiffened visibly, and a gleam of light suddenly flashed in his slightly drooped eyes.

It seems that his eyes have become much clearer.

She first glanced at Cheng Yan with her peripheral vision. Cheng Yan was still looking at her with a normal expression.

Yun Heng moved his fingers and pinched some incantations on his fingertips. It was obvious that Cheng Yan was blocked out by him.

"It seems that I was right? The Tuiwu Ghost King seems to be looking for trouble with you?"

"I really can't hide it from Master." Xie Tingyu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had put down all the invisible stones in his heart at this moment.

"Master, you can tell even without me telling you that this ghost spell of mine is a trick from the ghost king Tuiwu. It is a thin and gentle red line, but it is this inconspicuous red line that can kill people without leaving any trace."

Xie Tingyu herself didn't realize that there was aggression and even excitement in her eyes when she said this.

Her eyes moved, her peach blossom eyes were bright and her pupils were particularly deep, different from before.

Although Xie Tingyu was not very well-behaved and sensible in front of Yun Heng, at least he would not show such an expression.

Yun Heng felt that she could no longer see through this little disciple. Did she secretly change her personality in just one year, or was she just this kind of crazy and stubborn person?

"You've been talking about killing a lot lately. It seems the rumors about ghost spells and Tianxing Chixiao are true. Have you been affected mentally? Unconsciously."

"Master, when I mentioned killing, it didn't mean that I wanted to cause killing. Instead, I was talking about the story behind the ghost spell." Xie Tingyu looked at Yun Heng's eyes staring at her without moving, and continued to speak.

"But it's not right to say that I'm being unfair. I'm half the descendant of the Ghost King Tuiwu. Back then, my body was destroyed by the spiritual fire of Qiu Huan and Xie Qingdai. If the Ghost King Tuiwu hadn't had mercy on me, I would have been completely wiped out."

Yun Heng grabbed her wrist and injected a trace of spiritual power into it.

After a long time, Yun Heng frowned.

He didn't find anything wrong. After a moment's silence, he changed the subject again, just like he did many times before when he touched upon Xie Tingyu's secret. "Your internal Qi is disordered. It should be because the ghost magic just now has triggered the ghost spell in your body. Let me help you sort it out."

"Aren't you going to ask me any more?" Xie Tingyu blinked and said with a smile.

She had actually guessed that Yun Heng already knew her identity, but Yun Heng didn't seem to want to expose her. As for why, only Yun Heng herself knew.

Even this time, the "King of Ghosts" appeared.

Who knows what Yun Heng was thinking when she saw Tui Wu? Did she feel a little relieved when she found Xie Tingyu right behind her?

He was thankful that his little disciple was not the ghost king in disguise, but a real human cultivator.

"Ayu, no matter who you are, you are just my last disciple to me."

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu raised his head and said, "The last disciple? Master doesn't want to accept new disciples?"

"I am old too. The three of you are enough. Who can bear one more?"

Xie Tingyu couldn't help laughing. Neither she nor Wen Zhiyu were worry-free, and it was indeed easy for them to worry about each other. Yun Heng was already a thousand years old, and it seemed that he wanted to retire.

Yun Heng raised her hand and gently injected spiritual power into Xie Tingyu's meridians. The spiritual power flowed through her veins, nourishing the meridians that were injured by the spiritual power, and removing the impurities that had accumulated in her body for a long time.

"Sword Master."

Yun Heng had already released the barrier at this moment. Hearing someone calling, Yun Heng turned his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Chen Zheng from the Southern Region has brought people to ask for a meeting." A disciple answered with a bow.

Yun Heng looked impatient, his expression was extremely cold, and there was no trace of kindness on his face.

As the disciple waited a long time for Yunheng Sword Master's answer, he became flustered and unconsciously lowered his body a little. Finally, a hand reached out and supported his arm.

A gentle voice came from above, "I'm not angry with you, and you don't have to try to please me like this. It's just that those people in the Southern Region really have no rules."

Yun Heng left with a wave of his sleeves, and the disciple stood up.

Xie Tingyu took a step forward and said, "Master is used to pretending to be a sage, and he can't stop pretending. He might have scared you, so don't think too much about it."

The disciple raised his head. Xie Tingyu was in a trance for a moment, and felt that the person in front of him was very familiar.

It seemed as if I had seen it somewhere before, until my eyes fell on the tender red scar on the disciple's cheek that had not yet healed, and then I recalled the young and handsome face.

"Oh, didn't I see you at the foot of the Xingjie Hall Mountain?"

"Yes, thank you for the precious medicine you gave me, otherwise my scar would probably have been difficult to remove even now." The disciple bowed in gratitude.

Xie Tingyu shook his head, "No, it's not famous, you don't have to take it to heart, at this time in Qingyun Club, I believe you can show your dazzling brilliance."

"Okay, thank you for your encouragement, Master."

Xie Tingyu nodded and pulled Cheng Yan forward.

The big hole in the flying boat has been repaired, and there is no sign of damage at all.

Cheng Yan grabbed the gun and was dragged outside by Xie Tingyu. Cheng Yan subconsciously looked back.

The timid disciple raised his head and followed the direction Xie Tingyu left with his eyes. After Cheng Yan turned his head back, he retracted his gaze.

Cheng Yan always felt that there was something wrong with this man. He appeared to be timid and cautious on the surface, but the look in his eyes just now was incredibly complicated and no one knew what he was thinking.

But most likely, it is also related to Ayu.

Regardless, she still needs to be reminded.

The range of this flying boat is not small. Yun Heng saw that those people from the Southern Region should be on the deck.

The wind there is very strong. Whenever you stand there without using your spiritual power to protect your hair, your hair will be ripped and become a mess afterwards.

Xie Tingyu learned his lesson and did not forget Cheng Yan when he cast a spell on his hair.

Cheng Yan took advantage of Xie Tingyu's outstretched hand and grabbed it.

She leaned over and whispered in Xie Tingyu's ear, "Ah Yu, when did you first meet that disciple? It seems like he's not a simple person. You'd better be careful."

"I know, but it's nothing to be afraid of." Xie Tingyu's face was covered with confidence, and Cheng Yan could only sigh.

The people from the Southern Region were very loud. Xie Tingyu and Cheng Yan could hear their excited voices before they even saw them.

Little did they know that the leader Chen Zheng had a flushed face and spoke stutteringly, while the most hesitant young disciples behind him had extremely strong outputs.

"Master Yunheng Sword, please take us in because we are young and ignorant, our cultivation is low, and we dare not go out casually."

Yun Heng was speechless, and sneered, "Hasn't your master told you to be careful of strangers from other sects when you go out? I told my disciples the same thing."

"Master said that when you go out, sometimes you don't necessarily have to rely on your own strength, but also on luck. Look, Yunheng Sword Master is the undisputed number one in our cultivation world. Besides you, who else can protect us?"

"Humph, why should I protect you?"

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu and Cheng Yan stopped and leaned against the wall.

Cheng Yan clicked his tongue. "Aren't they sent by the Southern Region to support us? They are actually here to ask for protection from Yunheng Sword Master?"

"It is indeed a bit too unbelievable, but since you are here, if you have a bad temper or bad character, Master will be the first one to show no mercy."

Xie Tingyu showed impatience and began to get agitated.

She is not a patient person.

Originally she thought she could hear something interesting, but since Yun Heng also tacitly agreed that she and Cheng Yan were squatting here, Xie Tingyubai didn't want to listen.

She was about to get up and go back, when suddenly, "Friend Wen told me to go first and he stayed behind. We must wait for him to come and see if he is injured."

Xie Tingyu:……

I just wanted to see if Wen Zhiyu was injured? This excuse is too lame.

However, Chen Zheng's mouth seemed to be enlightened. As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Heng was still silently correcting him, saying that Wen Zhi was of a different generation from him.

Several strong wind sounds suddenly rang out, and Xie Tingyu squatted back to her original position silently. Cheng Yan glanced at her and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Speak of the devil," Xie Tingyu had a smile on his face. Cheng Yan reached out and touched Xie Tingyu's cheek.

Xie Tingyu frowned slightly and poked back with lightning speed.

Aqua blue sword light shone in from the outside world. Xie Tingyu narrowed his eyes. He knew who it was at a glance with this iconic spiritual power.

Cheng Yan squeezed Xie Tingyu's shoulder and asked, "You're not going out?"

"Why should I go out?" Xie Tingyu wondered.

"Uncle Wen is here."

"He can come if he wants." Xie Tingyu widened his eyes, looking a little dazed.

Cheng Yan rolled his eyes at her, holding the Flame Gun across his legs, with the gun handle poking Xie Tingyu's thigh. Xie Tingyu pulled it back, but was poked again. Xie Tingyu simply stood up and walked out.

Cheng Yan achieved his goal, and the curve of his lips could not be hidden.

Wen Zhiyu was wearing a slim black robe, with his forearms tightly wrapped, and his body was slender.

The collar and hem of her robe were outlined with auspicious cloud patterns with gold thread. Her long black hair was tied up high with a golden crown, and the red silk headband she used to wear was nowhere to be found.

He had a handsome look, and didn't seem to be tainted by the dust.

"Master, I have received all the people you asked me to receive."

The mellow voice slowly entered my eardrums, and it seemed like I hadn't heard this voice for a long time.

Xie Tingyu subconsciously raised his eyes and looked over. Wen Zhiyu had already answered and was about to turn around. Wen Zhiyu smiled lightly at Xie Tingyu and did not move.

"Friend Wen, I'm so glad you're okay. Your generosity yesterday will be remembered forever."

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu was speechless for a moment. Is this how you can sacrifice yourself generously?

Fortunately, the person he was facing was Wen Zhiyu, but Wen Zhiyu was a habitual offender in pretending to be gentle.

As expected, Wen Zhiyu raised his lips, smiling with a dagger hidden in his heart, "Master, you are really polite. That's what you should do. However, it doesn't seem appropriate to use your generosity here."

Xie Tingyu laughed out loud, and suddenly, a line of sight swept over her. Without using her peripheral vision to observe, another flying boat arrived, with several people standing on the deck. The scorching gaze came from one of them.

Now, Xie Tingyu looked around. The monk's eyesight was not bad, and Xie Tingyu's was even better. He could easily see the man's face.

So familiar, I've even seen it in my dreams.

Qiu Qingyu?

She saw the other party speak silently, and for some reason, Xie Tingyu understood his lip language.

'Long time no see'

It was clearly a very common saying, but combined with Qiu Qingyu's stubborn and gloomy eyes, Xie Tingyu was not sure.