"Master, are you listening?"
A male voice pulled back Jian Xiuyun's spirit wandering in the sky.
"Ah, yes, listen." Jian Xiuyun hurriedly replied.
Lin Liao Ting obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't say anything, and continued: "This time I passed by my house, I have already sent someone back to deliver the letter, and when we arrive in Jiangbei, someone will come to meet us."
"Okay." Although he deliberately pretended, his tone still revealed perfunctory.
"Master." There was some dissatisfaction in Lin Liao Ting's voice.
Jian Xiuyun also knew that he was out of shape, so he smiled apologetically at him and said, "You can make arrangements, I feel a little uncomfortable, so I'll go back first."
After finishing speaking, he got up and left the dance hall.
Seeing Jian Xiuyun's back disappearing at the door, Lin Liaoting's strong breath suddenly let go, his shoulders slumped slightly, and his voice was helpless, "Senior Sister, Master, is he still thinking about... Junior brother?"
Song Qingru glanced at him, "You're so affectionate right now."
Embarrassment flashed across Lin Liao Ting's face, but he still poked his neck and explained: "Who hasn't been young and frivolous, not to mention that although I don't like him, I never thought of letting him... die."
The last word seemed too heavy, Lin Liao Ting paused for a long time before saying it.
The hooked Song Qingru also felt uncomfortable, and then replied: "Yes, who would have thought of it."
The two were relatively silent for a while, and the air was full of unbearable breath.
In the end, it was Song Qingru who spoke first, "It's getting late, you're leaving tomorrow, so take a good rest tonight."
"Well, I see. I'll bring you special products when I come back."
Song Qingru heard the words, laughed and scolded: "You went down the mountain to complete the task, not to play."
"I understand, don't worry, senior sister." Lin Liao Ting walked out after finishing speaking.
Jian Xiuyun was sitting in the clean room, dark sandalwood was burning in the three-legged stove with ivory string patterns in front of him, and the whole room was filled with a touch of sandalwood, making it look peaceful and quiet.
He closed his eyes lightly, originally he just wanted to take a nap, but he uncontrollably replayed the scene on Zhouluo Mountain again in his mind.
The void mirror suddenly shattered.
At the last moment, only Zhu Mingche, covered in blood, was sent out.
The rest of the people were all lost in the mirror, which was a result that no one expected.
Except for a moment, the other seven sects were in chaos very quickly.
The head and the appointed person passed away suddenly, and the others fought openly and secretly for the head, disturbing the peace inside and outside the sect.
Due to this protracted and chaotic internal strife, the forces of all parties continued to dissipate, only for a moment it remained unchanged, and now there is a faint tendency to respect it.
Who would have imagined that a competition could cause such a huge change.
Jian Xiuyun slowly opened his eyes, his eyes fell on the stove not far away, a little absent-minded.
"Five years." It seemed to be just an unconscious murmur.
Five years have passed since the original disaster.
That fairy sword conference changed the pattern of the cultivation world, and it was also the last fairy sword conference in the cultivation world.
Since then, it has never been done again, nor can it be done.
Xu Yi should be the luckiest, the sect leader didn't go, only an elder and an unremarkable young disciple went.
But for some reason, Jian Xiuyun couldn't be happy.
Although he saw the mirror of nothingness shatter in front of him, Kan Wenxiao remained in the mirror of nothingness.
But there was always a thought in his mind, Kan Wenxiao was the hero, he would not die.
As the Chosen One, there is always a way to survive.
But unexpectedly, this wait is five years.
Kan Wenxiao heard nothing, as if he really died in the mirror of nothingness.
The self-confidence that was held on was like soapy water in the sun, and it was broken with a poke.
It stands to reason that he should be happy. In his previous life, Kan Wenxiao tortured him so badly. In this life, he died early. That kind of ending will definitely not happen again.
But no matter how bright the smile on his face is, there is still a slight bitterness in his heart.
It should have evened out.
He treated Kan Wenxiao badly in his previous life, but he didn't end well in the end.
In this life, he felt that he was very good to Kan Wenxiao, and the grievances between them should be settled.
Unexpectedly, he came up with such a move, gave him the chance of life, and made him feel guilty.
Jian Xiuyun raised his hand and stretched it out in front of him.
White, cold, with slender knuckles, without warmth.
He covered his chest weakly with his hands, and after a while, there was a faint warmth.
He thought that he was cold-hearted and selfish, but later he discovered that his heart was also warm.
Although the temperature is light, it can still be transmitted through the skirt.
Because of this temperature, he still had a little apology to Kan Wenxiao.
This apology can't be repaid, as time goes by, it accumulates more and more, as if someone carved it in the bottom of his heart with a knife, reminding him all the time, so that he can't forget it.
Jian Xiuyun smiled wryly, a person like him is actually a villain.
He obviously still has a sliver of conscience.
The wicked should not have a conscience.
There were too many memories in a moment, which made him bored, so he decided to go down the mountain with Lin Liaoting.
Lin Liao Ting is already twenty-one years old, according to the rules of the moment, disciples can take on tasks when they are twenty.
The tasks they take on are generally not too difficult.
This is not to embarrass them, but to exercise their abilities.
Of course, on the other hand, you can also help the sect to make some money and make a name for yourself.
Generally speaking, Master does not need to follow.
But Jian Xiuyun also wanted to go out to relax recently, so he proposed to go with Lin Liaoting.
Naturally, Lin Liao Ting would not refuse, and immediately agreed.
Because this time the meeting passed through Jiangbei, they had been sending letters for several days, asking the Lin family to prepare this and that. Those who didn't know thought the emperor was coming in person.
Jian Xiuyun stopped him a few times, but he didn't listen, so he let it go.
It was getting dark outside.
It was getting late, Jian Xiuyun sat up and planned to go to rest.
The candle by the window flickered suddenly, as if someone had passed by.
Jian Xiuyun hurriedly opened the door, but saw the moonlight rising outside, the shadows of the trees were heavy, and it was quiet without anyone.