On the way back, the more Mu Changting thought about it, the more worried he became. He asked someone about Xing Yusheng's residence, and went to his room as soon as he turned around. If it wasn't for Fu Xifeng staying in his room after waking up, and before meeting Shen Yi, he would still find an opportunity to set up a routine with Xing Yusheng, so he wouldn't be as anxious as he is now.
Perhaps it was because both of them were injured, Shen Yi specially ordered that the other disciples be wronged to give up a room so that they can recover better. Mu Changting still lives in the same room as Xing Yusheng, but Xing Yusheng has now moved to the room next to Jiang Yuanqin.
Walking to the door, just in time to meet Jiang Yuanqin closing the door and exiting, Mu Changting took two steps, stepped forward to salute, and respectfully called Mr. Jiang. Jiang Yuanqin saw that his complexion had improved a lot, and smiled gently: "Your body recovers quickly, but you still need to pay more attention to rest."
Mu Changting smiled and said, "Yes, thank you for your concern, Master."
Jiang Yuanqin nodded, and said with a smile, "Are you here to see Yusheng? He was injured more seriously than you, and his mind was damaged. He had a high fever last night, and he just woke up not long ago."
Mu Changting was taken aback: "Did his fever go away?"
Jiang Yuanqin said: "Don't worry, the heat has subsided, nothing serious, I'm going to the kitchen to find something to eat for him."
Mu Changting has never seen such an approachable teacher. Seeing him taking care of Xing Yusheng in such a disheveled manner, there are even black and blue circles under his eyes.
But Jiang Yuanqin just smiled, he was very sympathetic to his body, and didn't want him to work too hard.
Standing in front of the door, Mu Changting looked at Jiang Yuanqin's back as he walked away, and couldn't help smiling.
In fact, there are still many good people in this world, scum like Lin Jian is a minority after all...
Xing Yusheng hadn't woken up all this time, so naturally he had no chance to be questioned. Mu Changting was relieved, and at the moment he was quite fortunate that Xing Yusheng's illness came in time.
Mu Changting knocked on the door, waited for a while, saw no one answered, pushed the door open and went in.
The young man's black hair fell on the jade pillow, his cheeks were reddish, his breathing was shallow, and he looked like he was sleeping peacefully. He lay obediently like this, but he was a little less indifferent and more gentle.
Mu Changting sat on the edge of the bed and looked at it with interest for a while, then reached out to touch Xing Yusheng's smooth forehead.
Unexpectedly, just as his hand was about to touch it, someone grabbed his wrist firmly. Xing Yusheng opened his eyes and looked at him expressionlessly. Mu Changting's face was contorted in pain, and he cursed, are his fingers made of iron? Why do you like to catch people so much!
Xing Yusheng's eyes were a little confused, as if he hadn't realized who the person in front of him was.
It wasn't until Mu Changting grinned his teeth in pain that he suddenly woke up, let go of him quickly, pursed his lips, and wanted to sit up.
Mu Changting gave him a hand, and even thoughtfully helped him to pull up the slipped quilt, and complained in a plausible way: "I said, are you so cautious when you sleep? Are you afraid that I will rob you of wealth or sex? ?”
Xing Yusheng lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes cast a lovely shadow under the light and shadow.
Xing Yusheng whispered: "I just... had a nightmare, so I overreacted, I'm sorry."
Mu Changting asked curiously, "What nightmare?"
Xing Yusheng refused to say any more, and Mu Changting didn't care, anyway, he just asked casually.
The two sides were silent, Mu Changting blinked, and suddenly touched Xing Yusheng's forehead with one hand, and touched his own forehead with the other hand, then nodded with a smile: "Well, the fever has subsided as expected."
Xing Yusheng froze for a moment, and the warm and soft palm on his forehead was removed, as quickly as if it was his illusion.
Mu Changting said: "By the way, I have something serious to tell you. About the cause of Lin Jian's death, Xuanyue Zun asked me to ask me just now." I don't care, but if you look carefully, you will find that his hands are folded, and his joints are highlighted.
Mu Changting didn't tell the truth, he just repeated what he said to Shen Yi to Xing Yusheng again, and told him carefully that if anyone questioned him again, he must not reveal his truth.
When Xing Yusheng heard that Lin Jian was executed by Ling Chi by Yaomei, he raised his head and stared at him closely.
Mu Changting's saliva was almost dry. Seeing that he still had the same expression, he tanned slightly: "Can you spot a flower by staring at my face? Did you hear me clearly? Do you remember the details I told you?" ?”
Xing Yusheng rolled his eyes, hummed, and his voice was tight: "Why do you want to cover for me?"
Mu Changting tilted his head, as if he was thinking about how to answer, his eyes were extraordinarily bright and penetrating under the candlelight.
His lips parted slightly, and Xing Yusheng became nervous all of a sudden, but at the next moment Mu Changting frowned suddenly, put his index finger against his lips, and made a silent movement.
The boy's chattering voice came from far and near, occasionally mixed with Jiang Yuanqin's doting laughter.
When they reached the door, the two stepped lightly and knocked on the door.
Mu Changting went to open the door, and Jiang Yuanqin walked in with the innocent and cute young boy who always followed behind him, looked at Xing Yusheng, and said with a smile: "Eat something, the millet porridge I cooked myself, and some Small dishes for dinner."
Mu Changting walked over to take a look, and the glutton in his stomach was about to move. There was a mellow sauce on the fresh and tender tofu, and some chopped green onions, which looked delicate and delicious. The other one is the cucumber that looks crisp and sweet.
Although there is no meat, it is much more appetizing than his stir-fried bitter gourd.
The young boy's name is Zhou Zhi. At this moment, he is stretching his head and watching Xing Yusheng put food into his mouth seriously, with a look of envy and "I really want to eat" written all over his face.
Jiang Yuanqin looked helpless, pretending to be angry: "Come here and sit down, how can someone like you eat."
Zhou Zhi puffed his face, Xing Xing looked at Xing Yusheng: "How is it? Is it delicious?"
Xing Yusheng: "..."
Jiang Yuanqin said: "It's not tasty, don't even think about eating it."
Zhou Zhi opened his eyes wide, shook his head, and said aggrievedly: "I don't want to eat!" Before the words landed, only his stomach made a "gurgling" sound, Zhou Zhi yelled, covered his betrayed stomach, Cheeks flushed.
Everyone was amused by him, and laughter came from the room, which was unprecedentedly joyous.
In order to take care of the injured disciples, they rested for another day in Fan Mansion, and they set off back to the Qingxin Sect only after everyone regained their spirits.
It was also on the day they set off that the elders of the Fan family heard the news and brought a little boy who had been adopted from a distant house. The lost old lady rambled on for a long time about the follow-up of the Fan family's affairs, but the old lady remained indifferent.
Finally, they pushed the timid little boy in front of her, saying: "He will be your son from now on, come on, call your mother."
The little boy didn't speak, but when the old lady heard the word "son", her expression changed, and she suddenly burst into tears.
Sitting on the horse, Mu Changting turned his head to look at the Fan family's mansion bathed in the morning light, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
Fu Xifeng rode a horse for a certain distance, and when he saw that the person didn't keep up, he turned around and called him: "Changting! What are you in a daze for? Let's go!"
Mu Changting responded with a smile, and rode his horse to catch up with them.
Jiang Yuanqin looked at Mu Changting and Fu Xifeng who were riding side by side in the distance, and then at Xing Yusheng who fell far behind them, keeping a close distance, turned his head and said to Shen Yi: "I think... Lin Jian’s death seems to have hidden secrets. Of course, it’s just my guess. I’ve seen the scars on Lin Jian’s body, and it’s more like the scars after spiritual power manipulated the sword energy... "
Shen Yi drooped his eyelids, sitting on the horse still looked drowsy, the breeze bulging his robe, almost seemed to blow his emaciated body down.
For a long while, Shen Yi ignored him, just when Jiang Yuanqin thought that he would not respond to him, a faint voice rang in his ears: "There is no need to pursue this matter, let's stop here."
Jiang Yuanqin was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded and said, "I understand."
Shen Yi must have discovered the details that he was able to discover earlier than himself, but he only asked Mu Changting to ask about it once, and never mentioned it again. His attitude towards this matter is self-evident.
This time, they returned much slower than before, because they had to take Lin Jian's body back for burial.
As soon as they returned to the Qingxin sect, the news of Lin Jian's death spread wildly. Shen Yi went to pay a visit to the head of the sect, and waited for an hour before coming out.
After that, Shen Yi personally played the requiem for Lin Jian and performed the cremation ceremony. The ashes were finally scattered into the Xiaoting River in the valley of Qingxinpai, which represents the spirit of dispelling evil spirits, and flowed with the waves to the Wangu River. This is the most common burial method for the Qingxin sect, which means returning to the way of heaven.
All the disciples of Kagura Palace were there to mourn, but most of them looked blank, and only a small number of disciples who were not familiar with Lin Jian showed grief.
After the funeral, the disciples scattered towards the Kagura Palace.
Mu Changting looked around and saw Xing Yusheng walking ahead alone, still so lonely and cold. He was dressed in white, and the saber at his waist was different from the one he wore in the past. The scabbard was carved with complicated patterns, which was very special, like a symbol of a family.
It seems that he finally got back his parents' saber, which is considered a good thing.
Mu Changting smiled, turned his head and continued talking to Fu Xifeng.
When Xing Yusheng turned his head, he happened to see them talking and laughing at Yanyan. The surrounding people were noisy, and the sky was just right. He stood quietly on the stone steps. For some reason, he felt a strong sense of loneliness that he had never had before. Suddenly came out from the bottom of my heart, flooding.
Now that Lin Jian is dead, the disciples taught by him before will be decided by Shen Yi, and all of them will belong to the remaining two teachers. Maybe it was luck, Mu Changting's silent prayer finally worked, and he, Fu Xifeng, and Xing Yusheng were assigned to Jiang Yuanqin's side.
At this time, it was less than two months before the Immortal Law Trial Competition.