Elder An was quite impressed with the large scar on Kan Wenxiao's face, so after thinking about it for a while, he remembered it.
But after all, I was not familiar with it, so I said dryly, "It's good." and walked out.
Jian Xiuyun was the only one left in the room.
Jian Xiuyun sat reclined on the soft couch, poking the snow banyan with his fingers once and for all.
It was too quiet in the room, and my thoughts slowly dissipated.
The Fairy Sword Conference usually brings the best disciples. After all, there will be competitions that appear to be exchanges but are secretly competing.
But he never took Kan Wenxiao with him in his last life, and Lin Liaoting and Song Qingru had always taken them with him.
He still remembered that when he first selected his disciples to go with him, Kan Wenxiao didn't say anything, just lowered his head silently, and looked up at him quietly after a while.
How could he not understand the expectation and desire in his eyes.
But he just acted carelessly on purpose, and even said maliciously: "Liao Ting, this time you go with me as a teacher, Qingru next time, don't lose face as a teacher."
Song Qingru frowned, and said, "Master, that little..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Liao Ting, who was proud like a peacock. He raised his head high and glanced at Kan Wenxiao, and replied loudly: "Master, don't worry, I don't have any scars on my face. You are ashamed."
"Okay." Jian Xiuyun smiled and got up and patted Lin Liaoting's shoulder.
When he turned around again, his face was icy cold, "When I'm not around, you should guard the teacher's door well, don't be lazy."
He said to Kan Wenxiao.
Kan Wenxiao didn't look up, and it took him a long time to reply, "Yes."
In fact, he had already forgotten such a small matter.
But then Kan Wenxiao was imprisoned for too long.
During those long and hopeless days, he could only survive by chewing on the memories in his mind.
So he found out about these old sesame seeds and rotten millet, and began to recall them over and over again.
Later, when he thought about it too much, he was actually confused sometimes, whether he did something wrong at the beginning.
Although it doesn't make sense anymore.
"You... can you stop poking? I hurt!"
When he was thinking wildly, a thin, small, trembling voice suddenly came, pulling his thoughts back.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound, and the movements in his hands stopped.
"Who?" Jian Xiuyun asked aloud, but he looked around and found no one.
what happened? Is he hallucinating
Wait, the voice just said, "Stop poking."
Jian Xiuyun lowered his head in surprise, looked at the snow banyan incense in his hand, and asked, "Are you talking?"
Xue Rongxiang twisted, seemed to be hesitating, but finally nodded.
Jian Xiuyun swallowed his saliva, he knew that some spiritual tools and elixir might possess sanity and even transform into a human form for a long time.
But that's all excellent.
Although Xue Rongxiang is rare, it is still not enough to reach the threshold of top-grade elixir, so how can it become a master
Jian Xiuyun became interested, raised his hand to touch its petals, and asked, "Why can you talk?"
Xue Rongxiang's voice sounded like that of a five or six-year-old girl, grandma's, very aggrieved, "I don't know either."
"Then can you take human form?"
Xue Rongxiang shook her body, "Not yet."
"Then how can you transform into a human form?" Jian Xiuyun asked again.
Xue Rongxiang rolled in his palm, as if a little embarrassed, "I don't know."
Jian Xiuyun chuckled when she heard the words, and teased her, "You don't know anything about this question, I don't think it's useless to keep it, it's better to use it as medicine."
When Xue Rongxiang heard it, she seemed to be frightened, two petals tightly grabbed one of his fingers, and said aggrievedly: "Don't use it as medicine, I will be useful, I will try my best to transform into a human form, don't eat me."
Jian Xiuyun was afraid that Xue Rongxiang would be scared dry, so he reached out and touched its petals, "Okay, let's keep you for now, then how can I raise you, plant you in the soil?"
"No, I'm easy to take care of, I can be anywhere, I can put it on your shoulders, in your arms, in your sleeves, anywhere, and I'm very light, it won't affect you at all." Xue Rongxiang said carefully.
Jian Xiuyun nodded, "Okay, then you can stay in my sleeve."
When Xue Rongxiang heard this, she immediately sneaked in obediently.
Soon, another month passed.
With the efforts of Elder An and Yu Shaozhi, Jian Xiuyun's golden core was finally restored.
The long-lost spiritual power returned to his body.
Although it is said that Jindan has been reshaped, its effectiveness is definitely not comparable to before.
And his body is also much weaker.
But this result is much better than what Jian Xiuyun had expected before. After all, if you want to recover completely, the only way is to dig out other people's golden elixir, move it into your body, and then completely refine it.
This method is not easy, after all, it is someone else's property, and it is difficult to integrate with your own body.
The only exception is the Fusang people.
But there are very few Fusang tribes still in the world, and there is only Kan Wenxiao by his side.
This is also the reason why he took Kan Wen Xiao Jindan in his previous life.
But he also knew how miserable the ending was.
So even if someone borrowed his courage again, he wouldn't dare.
He was almost in good health, so there was no reason to stay in Qihuangyuan anymore, so he packed his things early this morning and returned to Wuyuyuan.
As soon as they entered the Wuyu courtyard, they didn't see Lin Liaoting and Kan Wenxiao, only Song Qingru was sitting in the school, reviewing homework.
Seeing that he was back, Song Qingru stood up in surprise and shouted: "Master, you are back."
Jian Xiuyun nodded and asked, "Where is Liao Ting?"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Song Qingru's eyes when she heard the words, she turned her head to look at the door, and said with some embarrassment: "You haven't come yet."
Jian Xiuyun was not angry either, and sat down on his own, making himself a cup of tea, "Boy, if I'm not around, there will be no rules."
Song Qingru didn't agree, but also sat down.
Jian Xiuyun's pot of tea was finished, and only then did he hear a voice from outside the door, "Hey, I'm so sleepy, go and make me a pot of herbal tea."
"Yes." It was obviously the voice of the little follower.
Lin Liaoting came in with sleepy eyes, pushed the door open, but found Jian Xiuyun sitting there.
He rubbed his eyes, regained consciousness for a while, and then said in surprise: "Master!"
Jian Xiuyun pointed to the sky, "What time is it?"
Lin Liao Ting seemed not to hear, threw himself in front of him, hugged his arm and said: "Master, why don't you say anything when you come back, so that I can pick you up with my senior sister."
Jian Xiuyun pushed him away, "Come on, come on, what time will you pick up after a few steps, don't change the subject, what time is it now?"
"Master, I even prepared a gift for you, just to celebrate your return, but you didn't tell me in advance, I didn't bring it with me, so I will send someone to get it right away."
Jian Xiuyun pulled out his fan and slapped him hard on the head, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? What did I ask you?"
Lin Liaoting covered his head, feeling aggrieved, "It's time."
Jian Xiuyun sneered and said, "How long has this been going on?"
Lin Liaoting replied with a guilty conscience: "Just today."
"Huh?" Jian Xiuyun obviously didn't believe it.
Lin Liao Ting: "One... one month."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head a few times in an instant.
Lin Liaoting immediately covered his head and began to howl.
After making jokes for a while, Jian Xiuyun started to talk about the business, "By the way, the Fairy Sword Conference will be held in a few days..."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Liaoting couldn't wait to answer: "I know, last year you took the senior sister, and this year it's my turn. Don't worry, Master, I have packed all my things and I can leave at any time."
Jian Xiuyun coughed slightly in embarrassment, his eyes fell on the distance, and he said slowly: "Master, I plan to take... Wen Xiao there this year."
As soon as his words fell, before Lin Liao Ting could react, there was a sudden noise from the door, and something fell to the ground.
Jian Xiuyun looked up and found Kan Wenxiao standing at the door at some point.