"Senior Brother Ye..." Jun Xiaomo murmured Ye Xiuwen's title, tears slowly accumulating in his eyes.
During the more than three hundred days and nights in the dungeon, she recalled Ye Xiuwen's appearance at the moment of death countless times. Ye Xiuwen liked to wear white clothes, but the blood hole on his chest was gurgling with blood, staining his clothes and Jun Xiaomo's eyes red.
Jun Xiaomo had thought countless times about what Ye Xiuwen would be like and what kind of life he would have without her as a burden.
With Senior Brother Ye's ability, he will definitely be able to go very far on the path of cultivation, and he may even become the leader of a sect.
As a result, because of her stupidity and recklessness, Senior Brother Ye died before reaching the Nascent Soul stage, which became the eternal regret and guilt in Jun Xiaomo's heart.
Jun Xiaomo's arms tightened tighter and tighter. If Ye Xiuwen's cultivation level hadn't been high and her cultivation level had declined, Ye Xiuwen might have been strangled to death by her.
Ye Xiuwen lowered his head and looked at the junior sister who was buried in his arms with complicated eyes.
To be honest, he is not close to this junior sister. Although they are on the same peak, they don't have much contact with each other.
It's not that Ye Xiuwen doesn't want to talk to this junior sister, but because of a bad memory when he was young, he can no longer get close to this junior sister. Jun Xiaomo used to not pay much attention to Ye Xiuwen, so naturally he didn't care about her. Ye Xiuwen took this alienation seriously.
Ye Xiuwen was fifteen years old that year. With his own strength, he won praise from everyone in the sect, including of course Jun Xiaomo's father, Jun Linxuan.
Jun Linxuan told Ye Xiuwen that with his talent, he would definitely achieve great things in the future, and chose him as the first disciple of Lintian Peak.
Because he became Jun Linxuan's first disciple, in addition to daily practice, Ye Xiuwen also gradually began to learn the management knowledge of Fengmen from Jun Linxuan. It was at that time that Ye Xiuwen first met the legendary golden boy. The cute little junior sister, his master’s precious daughter, Jun Xiaomo.
Ye Xiuwen was nine years older than Jun Xiaomo, so when he was fifteen, Jun Xiaomo was six years old. She had always been well protected by her parents and rarely appeared in front of others. The first time Ye Xiuwen saw Jun Xiaomo, he fell in love with this delicate and cute little girl. Her smart eyes were embedded in her face that was still a little baby fat. She blinked and looked so beautiful.
It makes people want to rub the two round buns on her head.
Six-year-old Jun Xiaomo ran out from behind his father, blinked his big curious eyes, stumbled to Ye Xiuwen, looked up at his elder brother, and asked curiously: "Brother, why are you here?" Do you need to wear a hat in the house?"
At that time, Ye Xiuwen was wearing a curtain hat just like he is now. When Ye Xiuwen was ten years old, his face was disfigured by a demon cultivator. The demonic energy with cursed power eroded the skin and texture of his face, leaving a hideous scar diagonally across his entire face. Even for the sect, The elders here were well-informed and didn't know how to remove this scar, so they could only pat Ye Xiuwen on the shoulder with regret.
Ye Xiuwen actually didn't care whether the scar could be removed, especially as his mind gradually matured, he became less and less concerned about his appearance.
In this world where the strong are respected, looks really mean nothing. What's more, it is precisely because of the flaws in his appearance that Ye Xiuwen pursues the path of the strong even more wholeheartedly.
The reason why Ye Xiuwen has become the disciple with the highest comprehensive strength in the Xuyang Sect is not only because of his high talent, but also because of his hard work.
However, although Ye Xiuwen didn't care about his appearance, he didn't like strangers staring at the scars on his face, so whenever he went out on missions in the sect, he would wear a curtain hat. .
On this day, he was returning from a mission outside and planned to report the situation to Jun Linxuan, so he did not take off his curtain hat.
Ye Xiuwen, wearing a curtain hat, is quite approachable. The fifteen-year-old boy is sitting there in white clothes. His independent and indifferent temperament is diluted a lot by his pure white color. He is as ethereal as a fairy and has a sense of With a touch of gentleness.
Jun Xiaomo was attracted by Ye Xiuwen's temperament. The six-year-old girl was at an age when she yearned for beautiful things. She curiously walked up to Ye Xiuwen and wanted to pull the curtain off his head.
If my brother has such a good temperament, he must also be good-looking, six-year-old Jun Xiaomo thought secretly.
Ye Xiuwen thought that the junior sister wanted to play with his curtain hat, so he planned to take off the curtain hat and let the junior sister play with it. However, when his fingers were placed on the brim of the hat, Ye Xiuwen hesitated.
He thought of the scar on his face. He liked this little junior sister very much, so he didn't want to scare her.
Six-year-old Jun Xiaomo pursed her lips. She didn't understand why her eldest brother was about to take off his hat, but he stopped there again.
The aggrieved Jun Xiaomo puffed up her cheeks, but if the mountain didn't come, it would be her, so she would go to the mountain and she would always come up with a good solution.
Her eyes rolled around, and suddenly with a quick jump, she took off Ye Xiuwen's curtain hat.
Ye Xiuwen was stunned. He didn't expect Jun Xiaomo to behave like this at all, so he was succeeded by this naughty little junior sister without even reacting...
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" A hideous and terrifying face appeared.
Ye Xiuwen was a little at a loss. No matter how precocious he was, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy. What's more, the one he made cry was his master's daughter.
"Jun Xiaomo, don't cry!" Jun Linxuan scolded coldly. Although Jun Xiaomo was his beloved daughter, she still understood what she should understand. The appearance of his apprentice was not something he could decide by himself, and because of this scar, Ye Xiuwen had already received a lot of strange looks. Unexpectedly, his daughter was still adding salt to his apprentice's wounds.
No matter what, my daughter’s tendency to judge people by their appearance must be cured!
Her father's scolding made Jun Xiaomo cry even harder. Jun Linxuan had rarely scolded her since she was a child. She didn't expect to scold her so fiercely today for a brother with a scary appearance...
Ye Xiuwen thought for a while, raised his hand, and wanted to pat Jun Xiaomo on the head to comfort this little junior sister he had a crush on, but Jun Xiaomo avoided him unexpectedly.
Jun Xiaomo ran to her father's side and looked at Ye Xiuwen timidly, with fear in her eyes.
In her eyes, the curiosity and love she had for her big brother Ye Xiuwen at the beginning was no longer there.
Ye Xiuwen's heart ached faintly. He used to be able to care less about other people's eyes, because to him, those people were just passers-by in his life. At most, they were just strangers with whom he had acquaintance, and their thoughts had nothing to do with him. What is he doing
As for those people in the sect, Ye Xiuwen also used his own strength to silence them and did not dare to comment too much on his appearance.
And Jun Xiaomo is the daughter of his respected master. Jun Linxuan saved his life, brought him back to the sect, and was kind to him. Once a teacher, always a father. In Ye Xiuwen's heart, he had long regarded Jun Linxuan as a father. Under the influence of Ai Wu and Wu Si, Ye Xiuwen also classified the junior sister he had never met as one of his close friends, and had been secretly looking forward to meeting this junior sister.
If they were destined to be together, he would always protect and love Jun Xiaomo as his own sister.
Unexpectedly, their first meeting ended in such an embarrassing way.
Ye Xiu didn't show any tattoos on his face, but his pale face and slightly clenched fists at that moment hinted that he was not in a calm state of mind. Jun Linxuan sighed slowly, patted Jun Xiaomo's head and said, "Xiaomo, apologize to brother."
"I don't want it! I didn't do anything wrong!" Jun Xiaomo cried until his eyes were swollen like peaches.
"Why is Momo crying?" Liu Qingmei stepped into the door, and her daughter's hysterical cry attracted her anxiously.
"Mother—" Seeing Liu Qingmei, Jun Xiaomo seemed to have found his backbone all of a sudden, and threw himself into Liu Qingmei's arms, wiping tears on her shoulders.
The tears falling down patterly made people feel so pitiful.
"Good boy, Momo, tell me, why are you crying?" Liu Qingmei picked up her daughter, patted her back, and glared at Jun Linxuan several times.
Liu Qingmei felt that the only person present who could make Jun Xiaomo cry was Jun Linxuan.
Jun Linxuan frowned. He had always put his wife and daughter first, but he didn't want to give in this time because Jun Xiaomo's behavior was too much. He couldn't let it go like this! He didn't want to raise a daughter who cried easily, was unruly, willful, and unreasonable.
"Look at her, she cries like this even if we speak loudly to her. She is really spoiled by us!"
"Why are you training her!" Liu Qingmei raised her eyebrows and glared at Jun Linxuan.
"Her actions hurt Xiuwen, can't I punish her? Xiuwen didn't let her take off the curtain hat, but she insisted on taking it, and now she's here crying non-stop. I asked her to apologize but she still doesn't do it. I'm Jun Linxuan How can a daughter be so delicate and willful!"
When her husband said this, Liu Qingmei roughly guessed the whole story. Her eyes turned to Ye Xiuwen and found him sitting there with his back straight. He was obviously only a fifteen-year-old boy, but one could feel the lingering loneliness in him.
This kind of loneliness makes people feel distressed.
Liu Qingmei sighed, patted her daughter on the shoulder, put her down, pushed Jun Xiaomo in front of Ye Xiuwen a little forcefully, and said to her daughter: "Momo, good boy, this is your senior brother Ye. , I often hear your father and I talk about it, don’t you admire him very much? Would you like to be friends with Senior Brother Ye? "
Jun Xiaomo pouted, twisted his head, lay down on Liu Qingmei's lap, and stopped talking.
She did often hear her parents mention Senior Brother Ye and say that he was young and promising, but she never thought that Senior Brother Ye would... look so hideous and terrifying.
Ye Xiuwen lowered his eyes. He knew very well that it was a bit difficult for a six-year-old girl to understand some rights and wrongs and think about others, but it was precisely because of such a straightforward move that it hurt people even more.
"Master, Master." Ye Xiuwen stood up and made a bow, "Disciple, I have some matters in the sect later, so I will leave first."
"This...Xiu Wen, please stay and have a meal. Mistress has prepared a lot of home-cooked dishes today, and a pair of bowls and chopsticks are enough."
Liu Qingmei felt very guilty because of her daughter's fault.
"Thank you, Mistress. The matter is urgent and I have to rush back." Ye Xiuwen declined politely.
"Well, when you are free, I will take Momo to apologize to you." Liu Qingmei was also helpless towards her daughter.
Ye Xiuwen smiled calmly, said goodbye to Jun Linxuan and Liu Qingmei again, and left without looking back.
From that day on, it became Ye Xiuwen's habit to wear the curtain hat all the time. Even after returning to the sect, he never took it off again. Moreover, every time he met Jun Xiaomo, he would avoid him intentionally or unintentionally.
A peak is actually very big. If Ye Xiuwen deliberately avoids it, Jun Xiaomo may not be able to see him more than twice a year. As for the frightened Jun Xiaomo, naturally he would not go to play with his father's first disciple.
As time went by, Jun Xiaomo gradually forgot about this incident, and she even forgot that she had great curiosity and admiration for Senior Brother Ye, whom her parents had praised so much. She knew that Ye Xiuwen was her father's first disciple, and that Ye Xiuwen's face had flaws due to injuries at a young age, but she had forgotten the face that scared her young self to tears.
For Jun Xiaomo before the age of sixteen, the word Ye Xiuwen gradually evolved into a series of stranger names with many honors - the first disciple of the master of Lintian Peak, the most comprehensive strength list in the world of cultivation under thirty years old Ranked third in the ranking, and an unofficial disciple of the Hanjian Sect, a high-level swordsmanship sect, etc. These all indicate that this young man will one day become a rising star in the world of cultivation.
Although later after Jun Xiaomo understood the truth, Jun Linxuan also had the idea of bringing the relationship between his daughter and his apprentice closer to each other, but at that time Jun Xiaomo was focused on Qin Lingyu, and Jun Linxuan could only give up after thinking about it again and again. .
The palms and backs of her hands were full of flesh. Jun Linxuan didn't want his daughter to hurt his apprentice again, so let them just let it happen.
Perhaps, without the deaths of Jun Linxuan and Liu Qingmei, Jun Xiaomo and Ye Xiuwen would have become two people with no intersection at all, even if their nominal relationship is so close - one is Jun Linxuan's first disciple, and the other is Jun Linxuan's first disciple. She is Jun Linxuan's precious daughter, but once there is a spiritual gap, no matter how many "relationships" there are, they will be in vain.
In the previous life, Ye Xiuwen would take care of Jun Xiaomo because of Jun Linxuan's kindness and the responsibility in his heart, but now...
Ye Xiuwen used force on his hands and slowly pushed Jun Xiaomo away.
There is some damage, which does not mean it does not exist if it is diluted by time.