He didn't see Lin Liao Ting until the day of his departure.
Jian Xiuyun felt that the situation was not good this time, and Lin Liaoting had never been so awkward with him for so long.
But those who can't catch him can only think about making up for him when he comes back.
The location of the Immortal Sword Conference this time is Luoshan Mountain in Zhouzhou, which is the site of Hengyue Sect.
Some time ago, the old head of the Hengyue Sect disappeared, and the new head took over, and preparations for the Immortal Sword Conference were still underway.
I thought it would be difficult for them to continue, but I didn't expect the new head to act vigorously and manage it well at the same time, and the Immortal Sword Conference was held as scheduled.
Song Qingru had packed Jian Xiuyun's things for him the day before and put them in the Qiankun storage bag, so he had already prepared them properly.
Then he waited for Kan Wenxiao at the door.
Jian Xiuyun woke up early, didn't get enough sleep at all, and felt a little drowsy after a while, but after all, it was the gate in a short time, and most of the disciples who came and went knew him, so he shouldn't be too casual.
Just as he yawned slowly, Kan Wenxiao's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Jian Xiuyun turned around, and then saw him standing behind him in a black dress.
There was also a half silver mask on his face, covering his scarred left face.
Jian Xiuyun was a little startled.
Kan Wenxiao had grown to be as tall as him at some point, with a slender and straight figure, like a tall and straight poplar, and the black clothes slightly suppressed his youthful look, giving him a more dignified look.
In the past, the large red scar on his left cheek was too eye-catching, so Jian Xiuyun never looked at his appearance carefully.
Today, those scars were covered with masks, and Jian Xiuyun suddenly made an astonishing discovery.
The right half of Kan Wenxiao's face is actually very pretty.
Sword eyebrows and star eyes, straight nose bridge, although the lip color is light, but the lips are sharp and stylish.
If it hadn't been for that disaster, maybe...
"Master?" Kan Wenxiao's voice brought him back to reality.
Jian Xiuyun came back to his senses, only to realize that he was lost in front of Kan Wenxiao.
"Cough, let's go." Jian Xiuyun turned around, coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, then turned around and took out the Qinghan Sword.
The journey was long this time, and he had just recovered from a serious injury, so he was obviously not suitable for Yu Jian, but riding a horse and riding a car was even more unsuitable, he had no choice.
Kan Wenxiao was a little worried, "Master's body?"
"It's okay." Jian Xiuyun said calmly, "Don't worry."
Then just after an hour passed, he felt that his spiritual power could not hold on anymore.
Jian Xiuyun almost despises himself, is this really his body
He still remembered that in his previous life he had refined the body of Kanwen Xiao Jindan, and he passed the catastrophe again not long after, and was successfully promoted to the distraction stage. He never experienced the lack of spiritual power again, and there are few rivals in the world.
But in this life, first he failed to cross the tribulation, and then the golden core was broken, and now he even struggles to hold a sword. Is this the end of the villain if he doesn't follow the plot? But in his previous life, he honestly walked out of the plot, and he didn't end well!
Jian Xiuyun wanted to vomit blood.
Why is he not the main character
The feeling of lack of spiritual power became clearer and clearer. Jian Xiuyun clenched his hands tightly, trying to mobilize the spiritual energy, gritted his teeth, and felt a faint pain in his chest.
Kan Wenxiao seemed to have discovered something, and called him several times in a row, but Jian Xiuyun was perfunctory.
At this time, a white stork suddenly flew over from the right, Jian Xiuyun hurriedly dodged, his spiritual power stagnated for a moment, and the Qinghan sword shook quickly.
Just as Jian Xiuyun was about to concentrate and adjust, the blade of the sword suddenly became heavier for a moment. Kan Wenxiao retracted his sword at some point and jumped over.
Because the sword was narrow, the two of them were inevitably pressed together. Kan Wenxiao put one hand against his back and the other to protect him, and the soothing spiritual power was transmitted smoothly.
In this posture, he seemed to be held in Kan Wenxiao's arms, Jian Xiuyun only felt his body stiff for a moment.
Then I felt a little embarrassed.
Who would have thought that one day he, who was a majestic elder, would be reduced to the point where he asked his apprentice to help him with spiritual power.
"Enough." Jian Xiuyun gritted his teeth.
The people behind him answered "Yes" in a low voice, but they didn't stop at all.
Jian Xiuyun only felt that she had lost all face in this life.
Traitor!
He also got angry, and directly controlled the Qinghan sword to fall to the ground.
When he got to the ground, he realized that this was a small town he didn't know. Jian Xiuyun didn't care, so he just found an inn and walked in.
"Master, are you hungry?" Kan Wenxiao asked.
Jian Xiuyun gritted his molars. He is a monk in the late Yuanying period. He has been fasting for a long time, but only started to eat because of his previous injury.
But now that he is healed, Kan Wenxiao obviously has no such awareness.
"Guest officer, do you want to stay at the hotel?" Xiaoer asked courteously.
"Stay in the hotel, a guest room." Jian Xiuyun said coldly.
"Okay, come with me." Xiao Er said, leading them to the second floor.
Kan Wenxiao didn't expect Jian Xiuhao to only have one room, and followed him in surprise.
Master, what does this mean
Didn't bring enough money, or should we take care of the two of us living together
Before he could figure it out, Jian Xiuyun strode in and closed the door heavily.
If he hadn't closed it in time, the door would have hit him directly in the face.
Xiaoer at the side looked at him in a daze, and asked, "Master, what is this?"
Kan Wenxiao lowered his head and smiled helplessly, then turned to Xiaoer and said, "Let's open another room, and ask for the one next door."
"Alright." Xiao Er said quickly.
As soon as Jian Xiuyun entered the room, he began to meditate. He had been injured some time ago, and his foundation was injured.
This led to today's embarrassing incident.
So he has to learn from the pain, learn from the lesson, and practice hard.
After entering the samadhi, I don't know how long it has passed.
When he opened his eyes again, it was already dark.
There were no candles in the house, it was pitch black.
Jian Xiuyun let out a breath of turbid air slowly, only feeling that he is now mentally clear and full of energy, and it will be no problem to go to the sky to guard the sword for 24 hours.
Just as he was about to get up and move his body, he heard a knock on the door outside.
"Master, are you asleep?" It was Kan Wenxiao's voice.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the sky outside, it was almost Chen's time, and he was still resting, what was he doing here.
Although he still doesn't want to see Kan Wenxiao now, but he had good intentions in the morning after all, and he is a master, so why should he compete with his apprentice.
Jian Xiuyun did some ideological work for himself, then got up, and asked coldly, "Is there something wrong?"
"Yes." Kan Wenxiao said.
Jian Xiuyun opened the door a crack, and said lightly, "Say."
As soon as the words fell, a burst of fragrance came to the nostrils.
Jian Xiuyun lowered his head, and by the candlelight in the corridor, he saw clearly what Kan Wenxiao was holding.
It's a bowl of noodles.
The noodles are very thin, lying neatly in the bowl, covered with a layer of broth, with bright red peppers floating on the soup, and a tender yellow poached egg.
"I saw that Shizun hadn't eaten anything all day, so I ordered some noodles." Kan Wenxiao pushed the noodles in his hand towards him again.
Jian Xiuyun's throat slipped unconsciously, and he looked away with difficulty, "I'm already bigu."
"Master hurt his vitality before, so he can make up for it by eating more."
Jian Xiuyun fell silent upon hearing the words.
Kan Wenxiao looked at his already shaken appearance, and tentatively said: "Then I will bring it in for Master?"
Jian Xiuyun snorted softly, let the door open, and let him in.