Holding the mask in his hand, Jian Xiuyun walked all the way to a remote and uninhabited bamboo forest, and then stopped.
Then he took out a very delicate silver bell from the Qiankun storage bag, gritted his teeth at it and said, "Come here."
This was originally a gadget given to him by Lin Liao Ting. It was called the sound transmission bell. As long as the distance between the wearer and the wearer did not exceed ten miles, it could transmit sound with mana.
Sure enough, as he expected, soon, a sullen voice came from behind him, "Master, how do you know I'm here?"
Jian Xiuyun turned around, with anger in his tone, "Why did you follow secretly?"
Lin Liaoting asked back: "If Master doesn't take me with me, can I not come?"
Jian Xiuyun walked over with the mask in hand, held it up in front of him, and said, "Of course you can come, but why do you deliberately take off Kan Wenxiao's mask and make him look ugly in public? Is it fun?"
When Lin Liaoting saw it, a look of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes, but he didn't admit it. Instead, he turned his head aside and stuck his neck and retorted: "I didn't."
Jian Xiuyun was about to be laughed at by him, so he turned the mask over to reveal the belt on the back, and said, "The Lin family can control the real fire, and this belt was obviously burnt by the real fire. Besides you, who else in the Lin family can control the real fire?" I can't get along with Kan Wenxiao."
Lin Liaoting couldn't hide it in his heart, he sneered, and simply admitted, "So what if I did it? Is the master going to punish me to avenge Kan Wenxiao?"
Jian Xiuyun was also irritated by his attitude, and shouted: "Yes, you can return to me now and go to the punishment hall to receive the punishment."
Lin Liaoting was stunned for a moment, looking at him in disbelief, his eyes were slightly red, he didn't know whether he was angry or uncomfortable.
But soon he came back to his senses, raised his head and stared at him, and said in disbelief, "Why?"
Jian Xiuyun wondered how he could ask the question
Why? Because he took off Kan Wenxiao's mask in public, he made himself embarrassing.
With him going against himself again and again.
As a result, before Jian Xiuyun opened his mouth, he listened to his words and threw it like a machine gun, "Is it because Kanwen Xiao is the most talented, can he win the leader and give the master a face? If you want the leader, I can help you earn it. I will go back." Wouldn’t it be okay to practice hard afterwards? Didn’t Master hate him the most before? Why are you defending him now? Isn’t it me that Master liked the most?”
Lin Liaoting became more and more aggrieved as he talked later, he seemed embarrassed and turned his head away to refuse to look at him.
Jian Xiuyun didn't expect him to say that, and didn't know how to react for a moment.
After a long time, he sighed leisurely in his heart.
In the final analysis, it was still his fault.
If he had been fair to them earlier and treated Kan Wenxiao no differently, how could there be such a mess today.
For a while, neither master nor apprentice spoke.
After a long while, Jian Xiuyun sighed, raised his hand and touched Lin Liaoting's head, not knowing whether to tell him or himself, "It's Master's fault."
Lin Liao Ting's eyes turned red instantly, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to let the tears fall.
Jian Xiuyun turned his head over, let him look at him, and said seriously: "But what you did was wrong. You only saw that I didn't bring you this time, have you forgotten how many times I brought you here? ? You shouldn't be the most wronged."
Lin Liaoting's voice was muffled, and he retorted in a low voice: "Who made him ugly, so he can't be taken out."
When Jian Xiuyun heard the words, he twisted his ears, "No matter what he looks like, he is my apprentice and your junior."
Lin Liaoting frowned in pain, but didn't agree with it.
Seeing his stubbornness, Jian Xiuyun knew that he was still dissatisfied. Also, the concepts rooted in the heart for so many years can be changed overnight, so take your time.
Thinking of this, he let go of his hand, and put the mask in Lin Liaoting's hand, "After you get back, repair this mask with your own hands, and copy the "Heart Sutra" ten times."
"I… "
Lin Liaoting was interrupted by Jian Xiuyun before he could refuse, "Otherwise, I will go to the execution hall to receive punishment."
Only then did Lin Liao Ting close his mouth resentfully, and let out an "um" reluctantly.
When he turned around and was about to leave, Jian Xiuyun suddenly asked: "What if it wasn't Kan Wenxiao who was on stage today? You exposed a person's scars in public and embarrass him, would you feel guilty?"
Lin Liao Ting paused for a moment, then looked back at Jian Xiuyun, but didn't answer, he didn't know.
Jian Xiuyun didn't say anything else, and waved at him, signaling him to go back.
After Lin Liaoting left, Jian Xiuyun also left there, but instead of going back directly, he went to the kitchen and asked them to make some blood-enriching soup.
Kan Wenxiao lost so much blood today, he must make up for it.
The chef in the kitchen moved quickly, and stewed a crock pot of soup in less than half an hour.
Jian Xiuyun walked back with the earthen jar contentedly, and just arrived at the Qingzhu Courtyard, when he suddenly found a man standing like a sculpture at the door of the Yimei Courtyard next door.
He took a closer look, and saw that it was Song Jing, the apprentice of Master Liu, holding a white porcelain bottle in his hand.
Jian Xiuyun was still quite impressed with him, so he couldn't help but take a second look. It happened that Song Jing turned his head and saw that it was him, so he nodded at him.
Jian Xiuyun smiled and said, "Would you like to see Mingche?"
Hearing this, Song Jing shrank back the hand holding the porcelain bottle, as if a little embarrassed.
He shook his head, walked over and handed the porcelain bottle to him, "It's for trauma." After speaking, he saluted sternly and left.
Jian Xiuyun froze in place holding the porcelain bottle.
Immediately, with a chuckle, he said to the Yimei Courtyard next door: "I didn't do it on purpose."
After speaking, he opened the door and walked in.
When he came back, Kan Wenxiao was still awake, and Jian Xiuyun didn't call him, wanting him to rest for a while.
I don't know if it's because of excessive blood loss, even the lips are white.
Jian Xiuyun sat down beside him and tucked him in the quilt.
The hand accidentally touched his cheek, it was frighteningly cold.
Jian Xiuyun flinched, lifted Kan Wenxiao's quilt, and felt cold from the side of his neck to his fingers, without exception.
If he wasn't still angry, Jian Xiuyun would have thought he was touching a corpse.
Jian Xiuyun was a little confused, how could this be? Have you lost too much blood
Although he doesn't know much about medical theory, Jian Xiuyun also knows that this situation is not good, and he has to find a way to make Kan Wenxiao feel warmer.
So I hugged another quilt from the outside.
I don't know if it was because Kan Wenxiao was too cold, but after waiting for a long time, there was still no heat in the quilt.
Jian Xiuyun thought for a while, held his right hand, which was not seriously injured, and helped him slowly channel his spiritual power.
Gradually, Kan Wenxiao's body finally felt warm, and the temperature in the quilt also rose.
Where the fingers of the two of them met, heat flowed out continuously, warm and drowsy, and Jian Xiuyun yawned.
Thinking that Kan Wenxiao wouldn't be able to wake up for a while, Jian Xiuyun simply closed his eyes and fell asleep by the bed.