It was completely dark, there were no candles in the house, and it was pitch black.
Kan Wenxiao sat on the edge of the bed with the pastry in his hands and didn't move for a long time. The figure gradually disappeared in the twilight, leaving only a shallow outline, like a solidified sculpture.
Who could have put it here
Sister
Or... Master
As soon as the latter thought popped up, he suppressed it.
How can it be
Maybe Jian Xiuyun just acted out a master-student harmony scene with him on a whim, did he really take it seriously
Thinking of this, Kan Wenxiao seemed to finally feel the change of time, put down the pastry, and planned to get up to practice.
However, before taking a few steps, he stopped.
He turned around, his eyes fell on the pastry, his eyelids were slightly closed, hiding his emotions. The pretty eyebrows frowned slightly, and his right hand unconsciously stroked the saber at his waist, as if hesitating for something.
Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he stepped forward to open the paper bag, took out a piece of pastry, and slowly put it into his mouth.
I don’t know how long the pastry has been stored, it’s already cold, but it’s still delicious, the crust is soft and sweet, it melts in the mouth, and there’s a sweet aroma permeating around him, the whole room seems to be filled with this earthy food It got warmer.
It's delicious, no wonder Master likes it so much, Kan Wenxiao thought with his head down.
He had already fasted, and his stomach, which hadn't eaten food for a long time, was seduced by the smell and shouted at him in protest.
Kan Wenxiao reached out to grab the second piece, but took it back before touching it, and then rewrapped the pastry and put it in the small cabinet next to the bed.
There are only a few yuan in total, so let's save it for tomorrow.
The arrangement in a short time is one morning class and one morning exercise, and you must accept the teacher's teaching.
After the morning practice, the rest of the time disciples can practice on their own.
Jian Xiuyun is a person who likes to sleep in very late.
But what a cultivator pays attention to is diligence, so the morning class and morning exercises are arranged very early, and just after 10 o'clock, he has to get up and rush to Wuyuyuan.
I have to say that being a master is an extremely painful job.
Normally, he would be the last to arrive, but these days are different.
Because he hadn't fully recovered from the shadow of his previous life, he didn't sleep soundly. He was half asleep and half awake all night, and Yin Shi woke up.
He couldn't fall asleep even when he was lying down, so he simply got up, washed up and walked towards the Wuyuyuan.
He thought that no one would be earlier than him, who would have heard a sound inside as soon as he arrived at the door, it should be someone practicing sword.
Jian Xiuyun raised her eyebrows, wondering who could be so diligent.
So he reached out and opened the door.
Then he saw a person wearing a student uniform standing in the middle of the courtyard practicing sword.
Although the man's moves were forbearing, they had an aggressive aura in the dark. His movements were chic and smooth, and with his slender and straight figure, he looked quite handsome.
At this time, the sky was not yet bright, and the moon was still hanging high in the sky. The moonlight cast down and reflected on the sword, making it coated with a layer of silver light, as if the sword intent was flowing around.
Jian Xiuyun raised his eyebrows, feeling that this situation was quite pleasing to the eye.
However, in the next second, the sword practicer seemed to have heard the movement, stopped his moves and turned around.
Then Jian Xiuyun saw Kan Wenxiao's face.
Jian Xiuyun: "..."
The disillusionment came so suddenly, he was caught off guard.
In the past, he only taught Lin Liaoting and Song Qingru during morning exercises. Kan Wenxiao knew that he didn't want to see him, so he consciously didn't hang around in front of him, and every time he found a random corner to practice.
Therefore, he had never seen what Kan Wenxiao looked like when he was practicing sword.
Thinking of the scene just now, Jian Xiuyun sighed, the male protagonist is worthy of being a male protagonist, even if no one taught him, he can figure it out well.
It's just that the swordsmanship he practiced just now is not pure, it seems to be mixed with some things from other schools.
If this kind of mixed swordsmanship is well integrated, it will naturally improve rapidly, but if it is not practiced well, it will be easy to be nondescript and go crazy in the end.
Although he didn't want to, he still decided to mention a few words for a while, to make him feel good. After all, this reluctance is nothing compared to survival.
Kan Wenxiao didn't expect to run into Jian Xiuyun at this time. Although he didn't do anything, for some reason, in front of Jian Xiuyun, he suddenly felt like he was caught doing something bad.
Therefore, his expression flashed a bit unnatural, and he bowed his head and saluted him, "Master."
"Yeah." Jian Xiuyun responded, and walked up to him, with a hint of reproach in his tone, "The injury hasn't healed yet, why did you come out to practice swords?"
Kan Wenxiao couldn't get used to his concern, and his gaze avoided a little, "Small injury, it's no longer a hindrance."
Jian Xiuyun didn't force it either, and changed the subject to the sword technique he practiced just now.
"I see that what you practiced just now is the fourth form of "Qing Ming", but it is different, have you changed it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kan Wenxiao's expression changed.
Each sect has its own fixed sword moves, and it is a taboo to change them at will. But Jian Xiuyun was never willing to teach him seriously, so he learned many sword skills by himself from looking for sword manuals in the collection, so what he learned was very messy, and it was common for sword skills to mix up.
It's just that before, he either came to practice sword earlier, or hid in a corner to practice sword alone, and no one found it. Unexpectedly, he was smashed by Jian Xiuyun today.
If Song Qingru found out, it should be fine, but now it's in Jian Xiuyun's hands, it's really hard to say.
"... yes." Kan Wenxiao didn't speak any more after saying this word, and looked up at him, as if he wanted to beat or punish him as he wanted.
Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun raised his eyebrows, without distinguishing between happiness and anger, he drew out his sword and walked towards him.
Kan Wenxiao looked at Jian Xiuyun's actions, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes. Could it be that this is to clean up the house
Even though he changed the sword manual, he was not guilty of death!
Just as his brain was racing about how to get out, Jian Xiuyun suddenly stopped, and said to him lightly: "Look out."
After finishing speaking, the Qinghan sword in his hand suddenly stretched forward, making a beautiful forward move, and then, one sword after another, the moves were constantly changing, the sword was like a rainbow, and the clothes were fluttering.
As his posture and wrists constantly changed, his movements became faster and faster, and afterimages appeared, the sword energy surged, and the sword intent gushed out, lingering around his body, coupled with Jian Xiuyun's white clothes, really Like a banished fairy relegated to the world.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Kan Wenxiao was taken aback, feeling somewhat dazed.
He remembered that not long after he was taken to Xujian, there was the Immortal Sword Conference in the realm of comprehension, where the best disciples from various sects gathered to compete with each other.
That year's Immortal Sword Conference was held in a short time.
Jian Xiuyun was not an elder back then, but a senior disciple who sat down as the head of the sect, representing the battle in a moment.
At that time, he didn't know that Jian Xiuyun didn't like him, he just thought that Brother Shenxian was busy, so he didn't come to see him.
Although they only met once, Jian Xiuyun saved him and brought him out of hell, so he instinctively trusted him and relied on him.
Therefore, before the wounds all over his body healed, he couldn't help but sneak out to find him.
He bumped into the arena by mistake. There were thousands of people around the arena at that time. Jian Xiuyun, like everyone else, was also wearing a student uniform with white background and blue patterns, but Kan Wenxiao recognized him at a glance.
Even though they are wearing the same clothes, there will always be a person in the crowd who shines brightly just by standing.
He watched Jian Xiuyun challenge or challenge, his figure at that time was as cold and beautiful as today, countless people were defeated by him, but his clothes were not even stained with blood.
Kan Wenxiao was dumbfounded, and further strengthened the idea that Jian Xiuyun is a god in his mind.
After the competition, Jian Xiuyun got up and left.
Kan Wenxiao stumbled after him with his calves, calling him, "Brother Immortal... Brother Immortal..."
But that figure kept moving forward, and he couldn't catch up no matter what.
Finally, when he was running out of strength, the white figure stopped and turned around.
He ran to him happily.
When Jian Xiuyun saw this scene, there was no smile or joy on his face, only strong impatience and disgust.
The sharp-edged, gracefully shaped thin lips slightly opened and closed, and spit out a cold,
"roll!"