Jian Xiuyun didn't sleep well all night.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the darkness in front of him made him feel as if he had returned to that gloomy dungeon again.
His golden elixir was taken out, his tendons and veins were broken, and there was no intact place on his body. He was hung by cold chains, like a piece of raw meat in a shop for people to pick.
There was pain all over the body all the time.
Even more difficult is the psychological fear.
As long as he heard that person's footsteps, his whole body would tremble uncontrollably.
Jian Xiuyun felt that he was very unlucky, he just didn't like Kan Wenxiao, why did he suffer such a big crime.
If there is a next life, don't let him meet Kan Wenxiao again.
In the end, there was indeed a next life, but it was a pity that he was still Kan Wenxiao's unlucky master.
"Master, how does it feel when the dagger breaks through your body? I remember that you used this dagger to take my golden core back then... It hurts so much!"
As Kan Wenxiao said, he pressed his palm hard, and the dagger was inserted from his lower abdomen, and then moved downward.
Pain mixed with chills instantly spread to all limbs.
Large patches of blood gushed out from his body.
Surrounded by blood.
"No... I was wrong!" Jian Xiuyun screamed and sat up from the bed, big drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead and hit the blue quilt, fainting a little.
Even though the night had passed, it was still cold under the quilt.
It stands to reason that with his current cultivation base, his body temperature would no longer be affected by the weather in the world, but he still felt a burst of chill seeping into his bone marrow like a gangrene.
Jian Xiuyun hugged the quilt tightly, trying in vain to absorb some warmth.
At this time, there were several knocks on the door suddenly.
Before he could answer, the door was pushed open a crack.
Kan Wenxiao's face was revealed.
The person in the nightmare suddenly appeared in front of her, and Jian Xiuyun felt her heartbeat stop for a moment, and a strong sense of suffocation came over her face.
"Don't come here." Jian Xiuyun yelled out.
She wanted to get up and run far away from him, but her legs were already weak, and she could only support her body with her hands and shrink towards the corner like a humiliated little daughter-in-law.
Kan Wen Xiao's already striding footsteps stopped because of his words.
After Kan Wenxiao went back yesterday, he folded Jian Xiuyun's cloak on the bed and looked at it for a long time, but he still felt a little unreal.
He never thought that Master would care about him one day.
He obviously always hated himself so much.
Kan Wenxiao was lying on the bed with Jian Xiuyun's cloak next to his pillow.
There are strands of cool fragrance drilled into his nostrils along the air.
Like others, it has a cold but pleasant smell.
He remembered that the last time he smelled such an aura was when he saw Jian Xiuyun for the first time.
At that time, he was curled up in his mother's arms.
Surrounded by flames all over the sky and the endless sound of swords sinking into the body.
There was fire burning along his hair and clothes.
He felt like he was dying of pain.
At this moment, Jian Xiuyun passed by.
He glanced at them coldly and continued to walk forward.
It was her mother who pleaded with her last strength, and he barely saved him.
He held him in his arms, extinguished the fire on his body, and brought him back to the holy land of cultivators in a moment.
He shrank all the way in Jian Xiuyun's arms, his nose filled with his breath.
He still remembered how much he liked Jian Xiuyun at the beginning.
But just a moment later, Jian Xiuyun threw him on the ground and asked others to deal with his wounds.
Later, he tried his best to get close to him, but all he got in return was the undisguised disgust in his eyes.
Later he found out that Jian Xiuyun only likes good-looking people.
And he obviously wasn't.
No matter how much I like it, it will be exhausted in the day after day of not waiting to be seen.
As he grew older, Kan Wenxiao would no longer foolishly expose his softness to Jian Xiuyun and let him stab him like he did when he was a child.
The wounds that used to be scarred and shelled, and I began to learn to protect myself.
Kan Wenxiao turned sideways, looking at the cloak in front of him.
He couldn't figure out Jian Xiuyun's intentions, why tied him next to the stove? And why did you let it go all of a sudden? I also put a cloak on him to care if he would catch a cold.
Everything about tonight was so weird.
Kan Wenxiao stretched out his fingertips and lightly touched the cloak embroidered with dark silver patterns, and then quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.
He closed his eyes again.
I have to get up early tomorrow to return the cloak.
As a result, as soon as he approached Jian Xiuyun's bedroom, he heard screams of pain coming from inside.
He was a little worried for a while, so he knocked on the door a few times before pushing it open and walking in.
Then came the usual disgust and avoidance.
Kan Wenxiao looked at Jian Xiuyun's expression of repulsion towards him, and didn't move forward, but kept the expression in his eyes, put the cloak in his hand on a chair not far away, and said lightly: "Master, I Come and return the cloak."
After speaking, he closed the door and went out.
The moment the door closed, Kan Wenxiao smiled wryly.
Didn't he already know what kind of person Jian Xiuyun is? Why would there be that unrealistic secret joy.
Immediately, his eyes turned cold again.
"I don't have a long memory." He said this sentence in a cold voice, and strode out.
Jian Xiuyun sat on the bed for a long time before recovering.
Gradually, he realized what he had just done.
Tied him up last night, and yelled at him this morning, tsk, getting farther and farther away from the target.
Jian Xiuyun reached out and rubbed her temples, feeling a little headache.
I keep hinting in my heart that they are two people now.
The current Kan Wenxiao is only fourteen years old, and he hasn't hurt him yet.
After comforting herself, Jian Xiuyun got up and began to wash, preparing to give morning classes to the apprentices.
When passing by Baiwei Garden, Jian Xiuyun hesitated for a moment, but walked in anyway.
Xuyujian is a special existence in the cultivation world. It is different from the traditional sect of cultivating immortals who only accept disciples who can build a foundation and practice. It is compatible with hundreds of schools.
In a short while, there will be a selection every year, and the disciples who come in can be children with the talent of cultivating immortals, and they choose to join various divisions to practice.
It can also be a talented disciple in organs, mechs, Qihuang, etc.
After these disciples come in, they will be divided into classes and attend classes in the teaching garden.
Because they don't need to practice, they are still mortals, so in a short while, they specially set up a hundred flavor garden to provide meals.
Of course, those cultivators who have already bigu can come here to eat if they are hungry.
For example, Jian Xiuyun likes the exquisite pastries here very much.
Master Li at the pastry window is said to have been the royal pastry chef, and after resigning from his old age and returning home, he was poached by the head of the shop with a longevity pill.
Although he looks rough, with big arms and round waist, and bearded face, the pastries he makes are extraordinarily small and exquisite, which makes people love it.
Because Jian Xiuyun only buys pastries every time he comes to Baiweiyuan, the two of them got to know each other well over time.
"Elder Jian, come to buy pastries." Master Li greeted enthusiastically, "These are freshly made and still warm."
Master Li saw Jian Xiuyun standing at the window hesitating, and asked, "What's the matter today? I haven't chosen yet."
Jian Xiuyun looked at the pastries in front of him, and shook his head regretfully, "Master, today's pastries are not good-looking enough."
Master Li feigned anger and said: "Elder Jian, do you buy cakes for eating or for viewing? And all the cakes I make are high-quality goods, so why not look good?"
Jian Xiuyun pointed to the pine nut and lily cake in front of him, and said, "After steaming, the yellow skin will be too deep, and it will look vulgar."
"Tsk, Elder Jian is particular. Those who didn't know thought you were picking a woman."
Jian Xiuyun heard the words, unfolded the fan in his hand, and revealed the words on it, the front side reads: Love of beauty, and the reverse side reads: Everyone has it.
Master Li knew his temper, so he stopped pestering him, and went to make him a cage again.
When Jianxiu stepped out of the Baiwei Garden with the freshly baked pine nut lily cake, he realized that he was late.
But it doesn't matter.
No one would tell him anyway.
Moreover, he hadn't eaten pine nut lily cake for a long time, so he was really thinking about it. At this moment, the apprentice was not as important as the pastry in his arms.
As soon as he stepped into the dance hall, a thin and handsome boy ran out after hearing the sound.
The young man was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a tall figure, standing there like a tall poplar tree, with long black hair tied behind his head and tied into a ponytail, looking capable and refreshing. With sword eyebrows and star eyes, the bridge of the nose is straight. Although it has not yet fully grown, it can already glimpse the appearance of Yushu Linfeng in the future.
This is his second apprentice, Lin Liao Ting.
Lin Liaoting is the young son of the Lin family in Jiangbei. He grew up surrounded by thousands of pets. His temper is directly proportional to his appearance. He is not easy to provoke, but he is very well-behaved in front of him.
Jian Xiuyun looked at Lin Liaoting in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction. This should be his apprentice, with a beautiful appearance, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.
"Master, did you get up late today? Why are you here now? Senior Sister has already gone to your bedroom to look for you."
"No, I stopped by Baiwei Garden. You won't study for a while without me?" Jian Xiuyun said, and walked into the house.
Lin Liaoting was about to explain after following him, when Jian Xiuyun asked, "Where's Kan Wenxiao?"
Lin Liao Ting stopped in surprise. He knew that Master hated Kan Wenxiao. He would usually see him whenever he could, or pretend not to see him. Why did he ask today
"I don't know." Lin Liao Ting casually said, "Maybe he's going to play somewhere. If he's not here, he won't be here, so that Master won't get angry when he sees that face."
If it was his previous life, he would certainly be happy to see Kan Wenxiao's success without seeing Kan Wenxiao, but this time is different, he has already made up his mind to establish a good relationship with him.
"You really haven't seen?" Jian Xiuyun asked again.
Lin Liao Ting was surprised: "Master, what's the matter with you today? If he's not here, he won't be here. I don't see him coming several times a week in the morning class on weekdays. Why are you so concerned about him all of a sudden?"
Just as Jian Xiuyun was about to speak, a female voice came from outside the door, "Master, so you have arrived."
Then, a young woman walked in.
It was his big apprentice Song Qingru.
Song Qingru is eighteen this year, just in her youthful age, with long, jet-black hair falling down her shoulders. Although she is also wearing a student uniform with a white background and blue pattern, because of her exquisite figure, she insists on wearing a unique charm.
There are two slender willow eyebrows on a small oval face, the bright eyes look charming, seem to contain autumn water, the nose is straight, and the thin lips are slightly pursed, even if they don't move, they can easily attract people's minds.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the two apprentices in front of him, feeling extremely satisfied.
If you have an apprentice like this, what do you want for a teacher
"Senior Sister, Master hasn't slept, and went to Baiwei Garden to buy pastries." Lin Liaoting explained first.
Song Qingru smiled helplessly when she heard the words, and just about to sit down when she came in, she looked around and asked, "Hey, where is Wen Xiao? Wasn't he still here just now?"
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Lin Liao Ting.
When Jian Xiuyun heard the words, a bad feeling rose in his heart.
He also looked at Lin Liaoting.
I don't know if it was influenced by him, but Lin Liaoting also hated Kan Wenxiao very much, and secretly tripped Kan Wenxiao for a long time.
It is estimated that Kan Wenxiao fell into his hands again.
"Why are you all looking at me? I don't know!" Lin Liaoting said through gritted teeth.
Jian Xiuyun obviously didn't believe it, so he stepped forward, put one hand on Lin Liao Ting's shoulder, and pressed hard, "Liao Ting, where is Kan Wenxiao?"