Chapter 122 Wen Zhi and Qiu Qingyu face off Wen Zhi and the fragrance of tea overflows

In his opinion, Xie Tingyu's proactive behavior was sending him a signal.

Wen Zhiyu was about to tighten her hand, but she only grabbed Xie Tingyu's fingertips. Wen Zhiyu's eyes widened and she laughed, "You regret it?"

"I haven't promised you anything, why are you going back on your word?"

Xie Tingyu chuckled, her slender fingers were held by Wen Zhiyu, unable to escape, "Don't be naughty."

"What do you mean by playing tricks?" Wen Zhiyu mimicked. Xie Tingyu laughed again but said nothing. She simply put her hand back and placed it firmly in Wen Zhiyu's palm.

It is an extremely subtle feeling.

At this moment, in the utmost silence, there were only the two of them, their hearts drawn to each other and beating in unison.

"Wen Zhiyu, I can't make any promises to you. Maybe I will suddenly disappear tomorrow."

Xie Tingyu felt that she did not sound like a good person when she said this, but she had to say that her identity meant that she could not walk in the world of cultivation with her true body.

Never able to show my true self.

Although Wen Zhiyu did not completely reveal his secret, she had been to Wen Zhiyu's mental fantasy and had glimpsed Wen Zhiyu's fragile past.

After all, there are many secrets between her and Wen Zhiyu.

This made Xie Tingyu want to back off.

Wen Zhiyu sensed the retreat in Xie Tingyu's voice, and he immediately became anxious, "Ah Yu, I told you that no matter where you go, I will follow you. Even if you hate me, I will stay where you can't see me, waiting for the day when you turn around and see me."

His words were so biased that Xie Tingyu was shocked.

His yandere nature coming out again?

How could this be?

"You don't have to guard me."

"I want to." Wen Zhi's eyes turned red, and his voice even became a little choked.

Xie Tingyu looked at Wen Zhiyu with tears in her eyes.

His pair of phoenix eyes were already captivating, and Xie Tingyu was obsessed with looks. Now that he started crying, Xie Tingyu was at a loss for words.

A clear tear slid down and dripped onto the back of Xie Tingyu's hand.

The cold tears bring with them warmth and the coolness of the body.

Wen Zhiyu's tears dropped one after another. He raised his eyes, and tears that were about to fall hung on his long eyelashes. Xie Tingyu then raised the hand that was not held by Wen Zhiyu, and subconsciously used his fingers to wipe Wen Zhiyu's tears.

Her fingertips were stained with Wen Zhiyu's tears. Wen Zhiyu panicked and stretched out her other hand tremblingly. She took out a handkerchief to wrap her hand and gently wiped it, "It's dirty... don't touch it."

Wen Zhiyu's movements were gentle, and the soft handkerchief slid across her fingertips, stirring up an unspeakable ambiguity.

"What's wrong with the bump?" Xie Tingyu lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Zhiyu's hands that were constantly wiping. His hands had distinct joints and slender fingers, which looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

He naturally noticed Xie Tingyu's naked gaze. Her eyes were fixed on his hands. Wen Zhiyu lowered her head slightly and approached them. Her eyes met Xie Tingyu's gaze directly. "Do you like my hands?"

"Your hands are indeed very beautiful." Xie Tingyu did not dodge or evade the question, nor did he mean to avoid the question.

"Are only the hands good-looking?" Wen Zhiyu asked patiently.

"You are beautiful in every way, okay... Is there someone coming?"

She avoided the question and didn't answer his original question. Xie Tingyu chose to evade again, but her hand remained in Wen Zhiyu's palm without moving.

This means that she didn't mean to refuse.

In a sense, she agreed.

Xie Tingyu smiled, and suddenly there was a rapid and crisp sound from her neck, and her bone bells were shaking wildly. Xie Tingyu subconsciously looked up at Wen Zhiyu.

At this time, Wen Zhiyu's heart was beating like a drum.

Wen Zhi's smile was not visible in his eyes as usual, but today he looked exceptionally gentle and peaceful, and the smile in his eyes seemed to be about to overflow.

Xie Tingyu raised his hand and patted his head. Wen Zhiyu tilted his head back according to Xie Tingyu's strength, with a smile on the corner of his lips, which was completely different from his gentleness.

"Ayu, the bones are ringing, the heart is beating, is it your heartbeat that can't be suppressed, or mine?"

"Was this your idea at the beginning? What a good plan." Xie Tingyu snorted coldly.

Wen Zhi neither admitted nor denied it, so Xie Tingyu took it as his tacit consent.

Xie Tingyu sighed, "I didn't expect that I would fall into your trap again."

The two of them stayed here for an unknown amount of time.

Yunheng stayed outside for a while and knocked on the wall.

Xie Tingyu retracted his gaze and took one last look at Wen Zhi, the tears in her eyes still lingering.

Yun Heng was not surprised to see the two people walking out side by side, but just looked calm, "Why don't you find a better place? Why are you staying here?"

"Why not?" Xie Tingyu had no intention of answering, but Wen Zhiyu asked first.

"It's those people from Dongxuan Su Pavilion. They actually insisted on staying here under the pretext of wanting to visit my Xuanyuntian Flying Boat. They have been here for an hour now. I don't know where they got the nerve to do that."

Yun Heng's voice was cold and extremely impatient.

This little white-haired old man has never been a patient person.

Wen Zhihe and Xie Tingyu smiled at each other, and Xie Tingyu echoed, "Master can't even intimidate them? They are really arrogant."

"Me? What am I in their eyes? They think I am just a Sword Master who shows respect on the surface. It's so boring."

When Yunheng said this, Xie Tingyu nodded secretly.

What Yun Heng said made sense. When he was young, he overwhelmed a group of talented people in the cultivation world and left many shadows on them.

So much so that when they were educating the younger generation, they would specifically remind them not to provoke Xuan Yuntian's Yunheng Sword Master, and to be respectful when they saw Yunheng Sword Master.

However, most of these younger generations have a high opinion of themselves and boast of their extraordinary talents. They do not have much awe for Yunheng Jianzun, who is not of the same generation as them.

Instead, they thought that no matter what they did, the elders of their own sect would back them up.

But this time, I'm afraid I've hit a wall.

Thank you for listening to Yu's good fortune in misfortune.

Yun Heng had a bad temper, so the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Xie Tingyu and Wen Zhiyu were not the people who would comfort him, so Yun Heng sneered.

He took out a paper crane from his pocket.

He just yelled, "How do you discipline your kids? Is this how you do it?"

Yun Heng finished his output and took out a bunch of paper cranes. "Don't let me discipline you. I won't show mercy. You don't know how to respect your teachers. Okay, then I will have a good talk with you masters."

"Everyone from the Qingyun Club should come this time. I haven't seen you for a long time. Come and spar with me. My sword is getting rusty."

It was the first time Xie Tingyu saw Yun Heng so angry. She touched Wen Zhiyu's arm with her shoulder and asked, "Why is Master angry about this? Because those disciples from Dongxuan Su Pavilion and the Southern Region didn't respect him?"

"Master doesn't care about these false names, but Master knows that the recent disturbances in Xuanyuntian that have spread to all parts of the cultivation world are pushed by these major sects. Otherwise, do you think that a mere Beimingyun Palace can stir up trouble?"

Wen Zhiyu said it all in one word, even laughed contemptuously.

"Those disciples who claim to be geniuses are still resentful and say that I, Xuan Yuntian, look down on others."

Xie Tingyu was listening to Wen Zhiyu's explanation on one side, while on the other side he could hear Yun Heng's angry cursing, and it felt like his ears were not quiet at all.

I feel a little broken.

Yunheng scolded dozens of paper cranes.

These paper cranes were all cast into magic so that they could fly smoothly into the hands of powerful people from various sects.

Yun Heng said she wanted to reminisce with them, and Xie Tingyu wanted to see how many people dared to come in the end.

After all, Xie Tingyu was very interested in the discussion Yunheng mentioned.

The disciples of Dongxuan Su Pavilion were wandering around on the Xuanyuntian flying boat. Most of Xuanyuntian's disciples were startled when they came out of their rooms after finishing their training.

He thought that his sect's flying boat was invaded.

Qiu Qingyu followed behind the leader of Dongxuan Su Pavilion, looking to the side constantly, and finally sneered: "Xuan Yuntian's flying boat is really inconsistent inside and out."

"It looks magnificent on the outside, but it's so shabby on the inside. No wonder it's been acting mysterious all these years. It turns out it wants to pretend to be rich."

"Junior brother, be careful with your words."

Qiu Qingyu didn't care. "These are all true. Who can refute me?"

The leader stopped talking. Although he was an elder of the inner chamber of Dongxuansu Pavilion, he did not have much say and his strength was not that strong. Qiu Qingyu was placed with high hopes by the sect.

He was able to warn Qiu Qingyu, but he didn't dare to do anything to stop it.

Therefore, Qiu Qingyu acted more casually.

Qiu Qingyu has an outgoing personality. He was born into a wealthy family and grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He is very talented and his family and the sect have devoted all their resources to nurturing him. He has never suffered much grievance since he was a child, so naturally he has developed this bad temper.

The leader sighed silently in his heart, but did not dare to say it out loud.

Qiu Qingyu knew that no one could discipline him, so he became even more rampant.

Wherever you go, you start commenting.

Until I turned a corner and ran into two people head-on.

The two men were both talking and laughing, and their figures were quite close to each other, almost sticking together.

It was Wen Zhi and Xie Tingyu.

Qiu Qingyu raised his eyes coldly, "What a coincidence."

"Unfortunately, there is only this one corridor here. No matter which way you go, you will eventually run into each other." Wen Zhi glanced at Xie Tingyu's calm face with his remaining eyes, took a step forward and answered.

His voice was still gentle, but Qiu Qingyu didn't want to talk to him politely. He raised his head, his eyes were cold, and his voice was mocking, "I didn't know before that Wen Zhi and Wen Daoyou from Xuan Yuntian were like this in private. They are really different from the rumors. It's true that when you go out, you can't just believe the rumors."

"Why do you say that?" Wen Zhiyu kept smiling.

"Friend Wen, why do you have to pretend to be stupid? There is no one else here, so just speak frankly." Qiu Qingyu strode forward. His stature was slightly shorter than Wen Zhiyu, but the overall difference was not big.

His eyes swept over the expressionless Xie Tingyu, then turned back and asked playfully: "Why... don't you continue to provoke me?"

Xie Tingyu was watching the show seriously, and suddenly heard a warm and aggrieved voice, "Ah Yu, I just haven't seen Fellow Daoist Qiu Qingyu for a long time, and nodded to him. Who knew he would think like this? It's really chilling."

Wen Zhiyu's face was filled with grievances, and it was almost as if these two words were engraved on his forehead.

Xie Tingyu didn't know what expression to make, and she heard the warm and gentle and cautious voice.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you don't side with me."

Xie Tingyu: No... the smell of your tea is coming out... but why is there this inexplicable good feeling?