When they arrived at Lingshui Pavilion, Yu Huai'en was sitting by the window, drinking alone.
Hearing the movement, he turned his head, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he laughed at himself: "I really didn't expect someone to be willing to give me such face today."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to invite them to sit down.
Jian Xiuyun graciously sat across from him, without making a fuss, glanced at the dishes on the table, his eyes lit up, and said: "The dishes on this table are really beautiful."
When Yu Huai'en heard the words, there was a joke in his tone, "I have heard that Elder Jian is very obsessed with the appearance of beauty, so I made a special request to the kitchen."
Jian Xiuyun raised her eyebrows, so everyone knows that she has a heart for beauty
"Master Yu is bothering you." Jian Xiuyun replied calmly.
Yu Huai'en glanced out, with a calm expression, "It seems that the other masters are not hungry."
After speaking, he greeted everyone to eat.
Although they are all bigu people, after all, they also came from mortal womb cultivation, and they still have some special feelings for food.
So everyone picked up their chopsticks one after another.
Eating and chatting, the atmosphere quickly became lively.
Jian Xiuyun was chatting with Bu Shan when Yu Huai'en suddenly interrupted, "When did Elder Jian accept this little apprentice? It doesn't look like he is very old."
Jian Xiuyun nodded and said: "Ten years ago, I was really young, not yet fifteen."
A dark color flashed in Yu Huai'en's eyes, and he murmured in a low voice, "No wonder."
Jian Xiuyun looked at him strangely.
Yu Huai'en realized his gaffe, and explained: "I'm just a little emotional. Although this young friend is young, he has an extraordinary appearance. He is worthy of being Elder Jian's apprentice. Maybe he can win the first place in this Immortal Sword Conference."
"Where, headmaster Yu praises you." Jian Xiuyun smiled dryly and replied politely.
For a moment, he was not sure whether Yu Huai'en was speaking the truth or sarcasm, after all, the grades...
When he came here before, he brought either Lin Liaoting or Song Qingru.
Needless to say, these two look good, but their cultivation base is a little bit worse, and they haven't even entered the top three.
But he didn't care about these, so he never took it to heart.
And he didn't bring Kan Wenxiao here this time to let him get the ranking, he just didn't want to offend him like he did in his previous life.
What Yu Huai'en said, he also thought about it on the way here, Kan Wenxiao, as the male lead, although he is young, but has excellent aptitude, and his cultivation is really good, maybe it is really possible to squeeze into the top three.
Although it doesn't matter if you don't have it, it's better to have it naturally.
Jian Xiuyun turned his head and glanced at Kan Wenxiao. He didn't respond to Yu Huai'en's words. He lowered his head and patiently peeled the prawns, and then put them on his plate.
Jian Xiuyun looked at Kan Wenxiao who was still slightly childish, picked up a peeled shrimp and put it in his mouth, shook his head, feeling that he was thinking too much.
Kan Wenxiao is a good male lead, but after all, he is only fifteen now, the youngest, and it may be difficult to enter the top three.
After eating, Yu Huai'en knew that they must be tired, so he asked them to take them back to the pre-arranged residence to rest.
He and Kan Wenxiao live in Qingzhuyuan, Liu Jun lives a little further away, and Bu Shan lives next door to them.
So the three of them became companions together.
Soon after arriving at the residence, Jian Xiuyun said goodbye to Bu Shan, "Master Bu, let's just say goodbye and see you tomorrow."
Bu Shan: "See you tomorrow, Elder Jian has a good rest."
Seeing this, Kan Wenxiao followed suit and said, "Master Bu, go slowly."
Bu Shan looked at Kan Wenxiao, with smiles on his eyes and brows, "That's nice, sensible and well-behaved, unlike my apprentice, who doesn't know where he is so late, wild monkey."
"Maybe he has already gone back." Jian Xiuyun said.
Bu Shan smiled, "Who knows, I'll go and have a look."
After finishing speaking, he walked to the Yimei Courtyard next door.
Jian Xiuyun and Kan Wenxiao walked in. The courtyard was not big, and there were two rooms in total, one for each person.
Jian Xiu was also tired after holding the sword for so long, washed up casually, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
A night without dreams.
Just after Mao o'clock on the second day, there was a knock on the door, and then I heard Kan Wenxiao shouting outside the door: "Master, it's time to get up."
Jian Xiuyun snorted in pain, turned over, and covered her head with the quilt.
He was not a person who was diligent and able to get up early. After becoming a master, he was forced to get up early to go to morning class and watch morning exercises. After finally getting used to it, he was injured.
Some time ago, the body that has been raised for so long has become lazy again.
Waking up early again becomes difficult.
Kan Wenxiao yelled outside for a long time, but no one answered, so he opened the door by himself.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jian Xiuyun huddled up on the bed with his head covered.
Kan Wenxiao stepped forward, wanting to lift the quilt, but just reached out his hand and felt it was inappropriate, so he bent his fingers and knocked on the edge of the bed.
"Master, the Immortal Sword Conference is about to start, we can't stay in bed anymore..."
Kan Wenxiao yelled for a long time, but Jian Xiuyun remained motionless.
Kan Wenxiao straightened up helplessly. He was used to Jian Xiuyun staying in bed for the past few days.
So I would call him earlier every day, so that the time would not be too tight.
I wake up after barking several times on weekdays.
But I guess I was so tired yesterday that I couldn't wake up today.
Kan Wenxiao was not annoyed either, he turned his head and looked around, saw the pan in his room, and had an idea in his mind.
He picked up the pan, went outside to fetch hot water, then wet the veil, and came to Jian Xiuyun's bed.
When Jian Xiuyun felt that he couldn't breathe and stuck his head out, he directly wiped his face with a wet handkerchief.
Jian Xiuyun was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt something warm being wiped on his face. Instantly woke up.
As soon as Jian Xiuyun opened his eyes, he saw Kan Wenxiao sitting by the bed and wiping his face.
Because of the competition, Kan Wenxiao tied up all his hair, revealing a clean face, wearing a silver mask on his left cheek, only showing the intact side of his face, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, high nose bridge, perfect lip shape, handsome.
How come I never noticed before that this half of his face looks so good-looking.
Jian Xiuyun looked a little stunned, the energy of getting up forcibly awakened had not yet formed, and it just dissipated.
Jian Xiuyun took a few more glances, then sat up, wiped his wet cheeks, and said, "You have so many ways to wake people up."
Kan Wenxiao chuckled, and replied: "The situation is special now, and when I get back to the time, I won't be called Shizun again."
"It's best like this." Jian Xiuyun yawned for a long time, lifted the quilt and landed on the ground with bare feet.
When Kan Wenxiao saw it, he hurriedly said, "Master, I'll help you get what you want."
Jian Xiuyun didn't respond, and went to the table and poured himself a glass of water and drank it slowly.
Kan Wenxiao watched his feet stepping on the ground like this, worried that he would catch a cold, got up, got the shoes, and put them at his feet.
"Master, put on your shoes."
"Yeah." Jian Xiuyun didn't even look at it, and stepped on it casually, with a teasing tone, "Why did you become a mother-in-law?"
Kan Wenxiao didn't answer, saw that he had put it on, and then said: "Master, wash up as soon as you wake up, and I'll get you some breakfast."
"Okay." Jian Xiuyun immediately responded.
After Kan Wenxiao left, he realized that he didn't seem to need to eat.
Jian Xiuyun raised his hand and scratched his head, feeling as if he was getting back to life more and more.
After eating, their master and apprentice went out.
As soon as he went out, he happened to run into the head of Bu, who was also setting out.
Beside him was a tall and slender young man, about ten years old, with a handsome face, wearing a red dress, with a black girdle around his waist, he looked very handsome.
It was Bu Shan's apprentice, Zhu Mingche.
He was hanging his head, as if he was being scolded.
When the head of Bu got closer, he really heard the head of Bu scolding him, "Really, I went to that kid as soon as he came, what kind of sweet is he? When did he come back last night..."
"Master Bu, what's wrong with Mingche?" Jian Xiuyun asked.
Master Bu raised his head when he heard the sound, stretched out his hand and pulled his apprentice's ear, and said with a smile: "If you don't obey, teach him a few words."
Zhu Mingche saw Jian Xiuyun, as if he had seen a savior, and said in a very aggrieved tone, "Elder Jian, don't listen to my master, he has been nagging me since we were together, that's definitely not a few words."
Hearing the words, Head Bu stretched back his lowered hand and grabbed his ear again, "The complaint was quite quick, what's wrong with you? I can't blame you anymore?"
"Yes, yes, master, don't pull me, I was wrong, my ears will be ripped off by you." Zhu Mingche quickly admitted his mistake.
"Hmph." The head of Bu Shan grabbed another stern hand before letting go of his hand.
Jian Xiuyun looked cheerful, and chatted with them while walking.
Zhu Mingche was already acquainted with each other, and seeing each other every year, the conversation soon became full of enthusiasm.
Just walking and chatting like this, we arrived at Qiuxia Peak in a short while, where the Immortal Sword Conference was held.
When they arrived, some people had already arrived, sitting and chatting together in twos and threes.
Yu Huai'en was still sitting alone in the main seat, and when he saw them coming, he smiled and nodded at them.
Jian Xiuyun nodded lightly as a response.
Just as he was about to find his seat and sit down, Zhu Mingche waved his hand excitedly and called, "Brother Jing."
Jian Xiuyun looked around and saw that it was Song Jing, the apprentice of Head Liu.
Zhu Mingche was very lively here, but Song Jing just glanced at him indifferently, then turned his head away, as if he didn't see him.
Seeing this, Zhu Mingche wanted to go over, and as soon as he took a step, Bu Shan dragged him to find his own seat and sat down.
Jian Xiuyun instantly understood what Bu Shan said in the morning.
He bowed his head and smiled, and found his own seat and sat down.
After everyone has arrived, the Immortal Sword Conference will officially begin.
After a series of tedious procedures are completed, it is the first part of the competition, the arena challenge.
The order of the contestants is determined by drawing lots, and they face off in pairs. After half of the contestants are eliminated, all the winners go on stage for a scuffle. The person who stands on the stage at the end is the leader of this session.
After the announcement of the rules of the game, there will be a draw of lots.
When the disciples of Hengyue Sect came over with the lottery box, Jian Xiuyun became nervous for some reason.
His eyes fell on Kan Wenxiao without blinking.
Watching Kan Wenxiao reach in and take out a rolled up red paper.
Watch him unfold a little bit.
Jian Xiuyun tried hard not to sound so curious, and asked, "What's the date?"
Kan Wenxiao handed the red paper in front of him.
Jian Xiuyun looked over and saw one written on it.
One, naturally he was the first to play, and the opponent should be No. 8.
I don't know who number eight is.
In the next second, I heard Zhu Mingche say loudly: "Hey, I am number eight, who is number one?"