Kan Wenxiao hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but it was still a step too late. The silver mask fell to the ground and collided with the ground, making a dull sound.
The sound was like pressing a switch button, and the surroundings instantly changed from quiet to noisy.
"Here, what's the matter with Kan Xiaoyou's appearance?"
"No wonder you wear a mask all the time."
"Isn't Elder Jian the least fond of ugly people? He would accept him as a disciple."
"..."
Kan Wenxiao only felt that the surrounding discussions were getting louder and louder, and those voices seemed to be alive, desperately trying to get into his mind.
His head was so heavy that he didn't even dare to lift it.
He didn't dare to look at Jian Xiuyun.
He has embarrassed Jian Xiuyun, should he get rid of him again
The wound on the palm has not been healed yet, and the blood is gushing, but he doesn't feel any pain.
He just felt cold, as if the bleeding had taken away the heat from his body.
When he was at a loss, a touch of white suddenly appeared in his vision, which was Jian Xiuyun's clothes.
The wide sleeves were lifted up with his movements, revealing the thin and white wrists and slender fingers, and then those hands stretched out and gently held his hand.
Seeing those white hands stained with dirty blood because of him, Kan Wenxiao felt that the blood all over his body stagnated at this moment.
He took a step back in panic, trying to pull out his hand, but failed.
Jian Xiuyun held him firmly, and held a white square handkerchief in his other hand, and pressed it on his hand involuntarily, wrapping it around, temporarily stopping the bleeding.
"Raise your head." Jian Xiuyun said.
Kan Wenxiao did as he did, raised his head a little bit with a stiff neck, and looked at the person in front of him.
His face did not have the disgust and disgust he was so familiar with in the past, but with a proud smile, he urged Yu Huai'en: "Master Yu, give the award quickly, my apprentice is injured, I am in a hurry to take him Bandage."
Yu Huai'en raised his eyebrows, his eyes were teasing, but he didn't say anything, he just held a wooden box and walked up to Kan Wenxiao and handed it to him, saying: "Congratulations."
Kan Wen Xiao took it as if he was sleepwalking, and forgot to even say thank you.
Yu Huai'en didn't care either, and said to Jian Xiuyun, "I'll send someone to invite the doctor right away."
"No need, I'll just bandage him up." After Jian Xiuyun finished speaking, he leaned over to pick up Kan Wenxiao's mask that had fallen on the ground, and hurried away while holding his still intact hand.
From anyone's point of view, he will think that he is a good master who is worried about his apprentice's injury.
Actually, no.
Seeing the moment Kan Wenxiao's mask fell to the ground, Jian Xiuyun felt that she almost didn't lift it up in one breath.
After today, the whole cultivation world will know that Jian Xiuyun has an ugly apprentice.
When he thought that such a beautiful word Jian Xiuyun would be associated with the word ugly apprentice from now on, he wished he could leave on the spot, and then bid farewell to Kan Wenxiao, never seeing each other again.
But just thinking about it, he really didn't dare to do that.
If he really left without hesitation, this matter might become a thorn in Kan Wenxiao's heart, and he will be put in a dungeon to torture him again after he unifies the cultivation world in the future.
So he gritted his teeth and suppressed the anger in his heart, and pretended to be calm, got up and walked towards the ring.
It was extremely difficult for him to walk this way, and the surrounding eyes were either curious, sizing up, or laughing at him, all of them were pressing on him like a mountain, making him a little out of breath.
But he could only pretend to be calm and indifferent.
When he got to the arena, he saw Kan Wenxiao standing there with his head down in a daze, looking more aggrieved than him.
Jian Xiuyun sighed in his heart, but his face was full of concern. He began to appease Kan Wenxiao, told Yu Huai'en to present the award quickly, and then dragged him away from this place of right and wrong.
Jian Xiuyun walked all the way absent-mindedly, and when he arrived at Qingzhuyuan, he realized that he was actually holding Kan Wenxiao's hand all the way.
And Kan Wenxiao quietly followed behind him and let him lead him.
Looking at him with wet eyes, like a puppy that has just found its owner.
"Master..."
Jian Xiuyun didn't want to hear his voice now, so he interrupted him as soon as he spoke, "Sit down."
Saying that, he let go of his hand, pushed him onto the chair, and took out the gauze and medicine from the Qiankun storage bag to bandage him.
"Stretch out your hand." Jian Xiuyun said.
When Kan heard Xiao Wenyan, he obediently stretched out his left hand.
Looking at Jian Xiuyun, the square handkerchief that was wrapped just now was soaked in blood, showing the seriousness of the injury, he was a little startled when he looked at it.
Jian Xiuyun carefully began to untie the square handkerchief in his hand.
Some places were sticking to the flesh, and when he touched it, Kan Wenxiao's hands couldn't help shrinking, but he didn't even cry out in pain.
Finally, the square handkerchief was taken off, revealing the wound on the palm.
I saw his palm was cut by the sword in a long line, and the bone could be seen in the depth.
Jian Xiuyun trembled with the hand holding the gauze, looked up at him, and asked carefully, "Does it hurt?"
After finishing speaking, I realized that I had said a nonsense.
The resentment that had just risen in his heart subsided a little due to the horrific injury, and Jian Xiuyun couldn't help but teach him, "It's just a small competition, why do you need to work so hard, even if you don't make it to the top three, I won't blame you, let alone What's more, you were already number two at that time, why make yourself like this?"
Kan Wenxiao's voice was very dry, every word seemed to be forced out, "Master brought me out, they all know that I am your apprentice, I don't want to lose face of Master."
Jian Xiuyun froze for a moment, the feeling of embarrassment just now suddenly faded away.
The room became quiet, and the atmosphere was very suitable for expressing feelings, but Jian Xiuyun couldn't open his mouth, coughed dryly, and changed the subject.
"By the way, I forgot, you have to disinfect with wine first."
As he spoke, he rummaged through the Qiankun storage bag, and as he waved his sleeves, Xue Rongxiang suddenly came out.
"Brother, why are you injured?" Kan Wenxiao asked in surprise as it landed on the wrist of his left hand.
But for some reason, Jian Xiuyun heard a hint of happiness from inside.
"I accidentally hurt it during the competition." Kan Wenxiao said, poking its petals with his hand.
"A lot of blood has been shed." Xue Rongxiang's voice was full of distress.
Xue Rongxiang's uneasy feeling became more and more intense in Jian Xiuyun's heart.
Sure enough, I heard it say, "Can I have a drink?"
Jian Xiuyun heard the words, grabbed it and threw it on the table, and asked, "Are you a mosquito?"
Xue Rongxiang shook her head, her tone full of grievances, "I'm not, I'm just hungry, brother's blood smells so good."
Jian Xiuyun glanced at it and ignored it.
Kan Wenxiao didn't care, and looked at the blood on his hands and said in a good temper: "Master, anyway, it's so much, it's not a waste to share a few mouthfuls."
When Xue Rongxiang heard this, without waiting for Jian Xiuyun to speak, she happily jumped on Jian Xiuyun's wrist and rolled, and kept saying, "Thank you brother, I love brother the most, long live brother."
Jian Xiuyun looked at its dog-legged and flattering appearance, and scolded with a smile: "Purpose."
Xue Rongxiang snorted at him, then touched Kan Wenxiao's palm lightly with the petals, and soon the blood in that small area disappeared, revealing a small piece of skin.
It's as if you're really drinking.
After Xue Rongxiang finished drinking, he burped in satisfaction. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Jian Xiuyun felt that it seemed to have grown up a bit.
After Xue Rongxiang finished drinking the blood, she ran back into his sleeve contentedly.
Jian Xiuyun began to treat Kan Wenxiao's wounds.
Jian Xiuyun took a bottle of wine and slowly poured it on his wound to disinfect it.
This feeling was not pleasant, even Kan Wenxiao couldn't hold back a muffled snort.
Jian Xiuyun immediately stopped.
While looking at his expression, he explained: "Sterilization, I'm not trying to trick you on purpose."
Kan Wenxiao nodded, the pain in his eyes was fleeting, and then replaced by tenderness, "I know, Master, you can continue."
Only then did Jian Xiuyun continue.
The moment Kan Wenxiao's hands were bandaged, Jian Xiuyun let out a long sigh of relief, his palms were wet, and he realized that he was actually sweating.
The originally fair fingers were covered with blood at this time, and they looked a little oozing.
Jian Xiuyun hurriedly got up and washed it in the pan.
After washing, he found that there was either blood or dirt on Kan Wenxiao's face and hands, so he took another basin of water and sat down opposite him.
Then Kan Wenxiao saw Jian Xiuyun twist the veil very naturally, and stretched out to him.
The tips of his ears turned red instantly.
"I, I'll do it myself." Kan Wenxiao said, reaching out to take the veil, but Jian Xiuyun dodged it.
"You can't get your hands wet now, let me do it."
As he spoke, he wiped it off for him.
Before he wiped it a few times, he saw Kan Wenxiao blushing from his face to his neck.
Jian Xiuyun was taken aback, and said, "What's so embarrassing, I was injured before, and you took care of me, too."
"Yeah." Kan Wenxiao nodded pretending to be calm, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
Jian Xiuyun laughed and continued to help him wipe.
After finishing it, Jian Xiuyun asked him to go to bed and have a good rest, while he took the silver mask and walked out.
Kan Wenxiao asked in surprise, "Master, what are you doing with the mask?"
Jian Xiuyun paused for a moment, then turned around and said to him, "Throw it away."
Kan Wenxiao was even more surprised, "Why?"
Jian Xiuyun's eyes fell on his face, and then quickly crossed, his eyes were half down, as if he was avoiding something, "Because there is no need."
He paused for a while, then raised his head, looked into his eyes, and said hesitantly: "Wen Xiao, I brought you here this time to tell them that you are my apprentice, no matter what you are, I am Jian Xiu. Yun's apprentice, this will not change because of whether you have any injuries on your face."
Kan Wenxiao sat on the bed, his eyes turned from dazed to surprised, and then his eyes turned a little red, like rouge falling into water, gradually smudged.
He gritted his teeth, his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Hmm." After a long while, Kan Wenxiao finally forced out a response with his throat.
Seeing that he believed him, Jian Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became much more relaxed, "You should have a good rest and come back as soon as you go for the teacher."
"Okay." Kan Wenxiao immediately lay down obediently and closed his eyes.
Only then did Jian Xiuyun leave the door.
As soon as he stepped out, his hand holding the mask suddenly tightened, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and he strode out.