Today is morning exercise again.
Lin Liao Ting stopped after practicing a set of sword skills, took the silk handkerchief handed over by his little follower, wiped off his sweat, and set his eyes on Kan Wenxiao who was not far away.
He just came back from nowhere, with blood still on his body, and he was carefully covering something in his hands.
The blood was still bleeding, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, and he didn't bandage the wound on his body. Instead, he put the thing in the school first, and then came out to start practicing swords.
It has been a few months since Jian Xiuyun was injured. After these days of recuperation, his body has recovered. Recently, he has been staying with Elder An and began to reshape the golden core.
There was no master watching over his morning exercise, so he was naturally much more casual.
Lin Liaoting looked at Kan Wenxiao who was not far away with a serious expression, his frowns were tightly wrinkled into the word Sichuan.
Master, what does he mean
In the past few months, the relationship between Jian Xiuyun and Kan Wenxiao has obviously become many times closer than before. The master will personally guide him to practice, eat his meals, and even allow Kan Wenxiao to take him back.
When Lin Liaoting saw it for the first time, he was so angry that someone like Kan Wenxiao was worthy of his master.
And almost got into a fight with him.
Of course there was no fight in the end, because he didn't bring any magic weapons with him at the time, and he didn't call anyone.
Really alone, he still knows that he is not Kan Wenxiao's opponent.
But it is not necessarily true that the master treats him well.
After all, ever since Master taught Kan Wenxiao, he either carried rocks and resisted big vats every day, or went to the back mountains to cut down giant trees and dig big pits.
Although the master kept saying that it was to help Kan Wenxiao exercise his physical fitness, why did he feel that the master was punishing him.
Because he couldn't figure out Jian Xiuyun's attitude, he also settled down a lot during this time, at least he didn't bother Kan Wenxiao again.
After all, it's a pleasure to watch him do this and that every day.
But when he was unhappy, it still accounted for the majority. For example, whenever he saw Kan Wenxiao following the master like a pug on saddle, preparing all kinds of meals every day and flatteringly offering them to the master, it made him feel extremely glaring.
In the past, Kan Wenxiao didn't fit in with others and always walked alone. Lin Liaoting thought he was annoying.
Now that Kanwen Xiao appeared in front of him every day, Lin Liaoting felt that he was even more annoying.
It seems that he may be born to dislike him.
"Wen Xiao, why are you injured? Hurry up and bandage it up." Song Qingru saw Kan Wenxiao who was practicing sword practice as soon as he entered the door.
Kan Wen and Xiao Wensheng put away the sword, and said indifferently: "It's nothing, just a small injury."
His gaze fell behind Song Qingru, but there was still nothing there.
Kan Wenxiao's expression remained calm, but a trace of disappointment could still be seen between his brows and eyes.
The master has been staying in Qihuangyuan these days, and has given an order that only Song Qingru can visit him every three days, he and Lin Liaoting don't need to be distracted, and practice hard.
"Does Master have anything to say?" Kan Wenxiao looked at Song Qingru and asked, with imperceptible eagerness in his tone
Song Qingru shook his head.
Kan Wenxiao's expression did not change, and he continued to ask: "Then what did Master say today?"
Song Qingru thought for a while, and said: "Master said, Baiweiyuan has a new cherry roti cake recently, let me go and bring him some next time."
Kan Wenxiao was silent for a while, then suddenly turned around and went back to the school, and when he came out again, he was carefully clutching something in his hands.
He stretched out his hand in front of Song Qingru, and when she took a closer look, it was a very small flower. The petals are translucent. If you look carefully, there are pale golden lines on each petal. In the middle is a thin stamen, with a smear of blood-like crimson. It seems to be shy, and the petals are kept inward. To close the general.
"It's beautiful, it is!"
"Snow banyan incense, which blooms on the cliff, I checked it in an ancient book, and it is good for repairing and nourishing the golden elixir when used as medicine. Next time, senior sister, help me bring it to Master."
Song Qingru was a little speechless, she had heard the name of this kind of flower, it didn't grow in any high place, and it took three years to take root, three years to germinate, and three years to bloom, each plant was extremely rare, priced but not marketed.
She looked at the blood on Kan Wenxiao's body, and said clearly: "You are doing it for Master..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Kan Wenxiao, "Master left me a task before, go to Qianshi Peak to find a stone that is as tall as a person, push it to the top of Jueming Cliff, and then push it down, repeat ten times , I found this by accident when I was on the top of the cliff, thinking that Master might use it, I took it off."
What Kan Wenxiao said was calm, but Song Qingru knew it would not be easy.
That Jueming Cliff is three hundred feet high, and if one is not careful, his body will be smashed to pieces, needless to say the difficulties involved.
Song Qingru solemnly took Xue Rongxiang from Kan Wenxiao's hand, and said, "I will bring it to Master."
"Well, thank you, Senior Sister." After Kan Wenxiao finished speaking, he continued to turn around and go back to practice swords.
Lin Liao Ting at the side looked at it for a long time, curled his lips, turned his head and said to the little follower: "Go, within three days, someone will buy ten snow banyan incense sticks for me and send them to Master."
Kan Wen and Xiao Wenyan, the hand holding the sword tightened for a moment, but he didn't say anything, and continued to practice the sword.
A trace of anger flashed across Song Qingru's face, she walked over and pulled him out, and asked angrily, "What are you doing! Do you still remember that you are his senior brother?"
Lin Liaoting immediately reached out his hand to stop Song Qingru, "Hey, don't say that, I never recognized it."
Song Qingru looked at him with more serious eyes, "Liao Ting, don't go too far."
Lin Liaoting was dissatisfied, "I'm going too far, I don't want to be filial to my master, can I?"
"You know what it is for! Interesting? I won't send it for you." Song Qingru said.
"Senior Sister!"
"Don't call me, you can either change it to something else, or don't send it away. Cultivating hard will make Master feel at ease more than anything else."
Song Qingru said, turned and walked in.
Seeing this, the little follower stepped forward and asked cautiously: "Master, do you still want to buy Xuerongxiang?"
"Buy!" Lin Liaoting gritted his teeth and said, "After buying, send it to Qihuangyuan. No matter what method you use, send it to my master."
Three days later.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the eleven snow banyan incense sticks on the table and raised his eyebrows.
Elder An had just helped him get the needle, and while packing his medicine bag, he said with emotion: "Tsk, last year I wanted to make a pill, but it was missing the Xuerongxiang, but I ran around and couldn't get it, but it's up to you Here, one pile at a time, rich."
Jian Xiuyun really wanted to open the fan to cover her face.
When Song Qingru came to see him today, she brought one with her, and she also told the story. Not long after she left, the chief disciple of Qihuang Academy came in and gave him a box, saying that someone had given it to him.
Jian Xiuyun opened it, and as soon as he saw the ten snow banyan incense sticks inside, he immediately knew who gave it to him.
After all, how many fools are there in the world who are so rich.
He even guessed the reason, it must be angry with Kan Wenxiao.
Hey, prodigal son, it's obviously not his money, why does his heart hurt so much
"Actually, the medicine I gave you before also needs Xuerongxiang, but it is not irreplaceable. I replaced it with Xianlaike, but now that I have Xuerongxiang, why do I need a substitute?"
"Well, you're right." Jian Xiuyun said, and lightly tapped the one that Kan Wenxiao sent with his finger.
Different from the expensive boxes sent by Lin Liaoting, this Xuerongxiang flower lay quietly on a pure white handkerchief. I don't know if it was an illusion. When Jian Xiuyun touched the flower, it seemed to be delicate. He trembled, as if frightened.
Jian Xiuyun's fingers quickly skipped it, pressed it on the box beside him, picked up a box, got up and handed it to Elder An, "Elder An has been busy for me for a long time, and I can't repay him, since If the elder needs it, this box will be given to the elder.”
Elder An was not too polite, he laughed a few times and accepted it, "Okay, then I will rely on your blessing today, and I will give you the rest as medicine."
"Well, thank you very much!" After Jian Xiuyun finished speaking, his eyes fell on the Xuerongxiang lying on the handkerchief, and it seemed to tremble even harder.
Jian Xiuyun hesitated for a moment, walked over to pick it up, and said with a smile: "The nine should be enough, let's keep this one."
Elder An didn't care either, "Of course it's enough, I'll make you a pill for the rest, you can eat it when you don't feel well in the future, it's not just a joke that the golden core is broken."
As Elder An said, he put away the incense sticks and walked outside.
As soon as he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked, "By the way, Elder Jian, the Immortal Sword Conference is coming up soon, are you still going this year?"
Jian Xiuyun smiled helplessly, "I'm afraid I can't shirk it."
Elder An nodded, "Yes, then have you decided which apprentice to take?"
Jian Xiuyun was lowering his head and lightly poking Xue Rongxiang in his hand. Hearing this, his fingertips paused, and after a while, he slowly said: "Think about it... little apprentice."