Jian Xiuyun showed the fourth move, closed the move perfectly, retracted the Qinghan sword into its sheath, and turned to look at Kan Wenxiao. Although his face was calm, he thought to himself: Kan Wenxiao It should look silly for a while.
However, what he didn't expect was that when he turned his head, he saw Kan Wenxiao's distraught appearance, and he didn't know where he had gone
Jian Xiuyun: "..." Good job.
"Do you understand?" Jian Xiu suppressed the fire in his heart, trying to keep his tone calm.
Kan Wenxiao finally came back to his senses because of his voice, and looked up at him, with emotions in his eyes that he couldn't understand.
"Understood." Kan Wenxiao replied.
Jian Xiuyun didn't believe it, he was caught running away just now.
"Then practice it again and let the teacher see it."
"yes."
Kan Wenxiao answered crisply, and his movements were also neat. As soon as the words fell, with a twist of his wrist, the saber was taken out from his waist, and he began to dance with the sword.
Different from Jian Xiuyun's coldness, his sword hides a sharp murderous aura, every time it crosses the air, it feels like piercing through a fissure, and makes a burst of sword sound, which seems to be mixed with anger, which is shocking.
After finishing the exercise, Kan Wenxiao put away his sword, and saluted Jian Xiuyun, indicating that he had finished practicing.
Jian Xiuyun looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he forced a smile and said, "Not bad."
Kan Wenxiao was obviously distracted just now, but the set of moves he made was exactly the same as what he taught him, and the moves that were mixed in before were also changed by him.
Yes, as expected of the hero.
A smirk appeared on Jian Xiuyun's face, "Then let's do the next move."
After speaking, he turned his back and took out his saber again.
He still didn't believe it, and couldn't find Kan Wenxiao's fault today.
When Lin Liaoting and Song Qingru came in, what they saw was such a picture of harmony between master and apprentice.
Seeing this, Song Qingru showed a gratified smile on her face, and walked forward.
Lin Liaoting stopped in his tracks, calmed down for a while, then turned his head and stretched out his fingers to the little follower, "Come here."
The little follower stepped forward.
Lin Liao Ting pinched his waist.
Lin Liaoting's attack was not serious, the little follower gasped in pain, shrank suddenly, but didn't dodge, just called out strangely, "Master?"
"Does it hurt?" Lin Liao Ting asked.
The little follower was about to cry, but he still kept his duty firmly in mind and shook his head.
Lin Liao Ting frowned, added some strength to his hands, and said impatiently, "Tell the truth!"
The little follower nodded and replied, "It hurts."
Lin Liaoting let go of his hand, and rubbed his head irritably, "It's not a dream, it's too fucking unreal."
After finishing speaking, he was about to find a random corner to practice his sword in a huff, when he heard a gentle voice coming from behind him, "Swearing is forbidden for a while."
Lin Liao Ting turned around and saw a young man walking in.
He looked like he was only in his twenties. He was dressed in blue clothes, which looked ordinary, but in the dark, he was embroidered with auspicious clouds with golden threads. His long jet-black hair was tied up with a white hosta, which looked dignified like jade.
"See the master, the disciple knows his mistake." Lin Liao Ting did not expect the master to come, so he hurriedly saluted.
"Don't do it again." Yu Shaozhi raised his hand to help him, and continued to walk in.
Seeing this, Song Qingru also stepped forward to salute.
Jian Xiuyun was demonstrating to Kan Wenxiao when he suddenly heard Yu Shaozhi's voice coming from the door, and felt his mind flicker, the sword in his hand fell to the ground because he lost his grip.
The sword body collided with the ground, making a crisp sound, Jian Xiuyun came back to his senses, and hurriedly bent over to pick up his saber.
However, a pair of hands with well-defined knuckles picked up the sword one step ahead of him.
Jian Xiuyun straightened up, and that familiar face appeared in front of him.
There is always a gentle smile, with warmth, not like the last time they met in the previous life, covered in blood and cold.
"Brother?" Yu Shaozhi saw that Jian Xiuyun had been refusing to take the sword for a long time, but just stared at him blankly, and called him strangely.
"Oh." Jian Xiuyun also realized his gaffe, quickly reached out and took the sword over, and restored his previous cold appearance, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to inform senior brother that the disciples' ten-day test will be in five days."
Jian Xiuyun was very upset. After experiencing what happened in his previous life, he didn't know how to face him for a while.
"Do you still have to notify the head of such a trivial matter?" Jian Xiuyun asked eccentrically.
Yu Shaozhi was dumb for a moment, and explained: "Today I plan to go to Baiwei Garden. I pass by here, so I will come in and let you know."
"Really?" Jian Xiuyun sneered.
"...Yes." Yu Shaozhi replied, avoiding his eyes.
Jian Xiuyun frowned, and his attitude became even worse, "I still have to teach, please come back after the master's notice."
Jian Xiuyun's attitude towards him has always been the same, so Yu Shaozhi didn't care, smiled kindly, and said goodbye: "Then I'll go first."
"No." Jian Xiuyun replied perfunctorily, then turned around and continued to guide Kan Wenxiao, "This style..."
It wasn't until Yu Shaozhi completely disappeared in Wuyuyuan that his tense body relaxed.
Jian Xiuyun felt that he was really blind in his previous life, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see such an obvious thing.
Yu Shaozhi likes him.
This is something that he would never have imagined in his previous life.
Because he hates Yu Shaozhi, especially.
There is no other reason. To put it simply, after the death of the master, the head of the master was passed on to Yu Shaozhi but not to him.
Obviously he is the master's great apprentice, obviously his cultivation level is much higher than Yu Shaozhi's, and it is obvious that the master loves him the most.
But in the end, the master gave Yu Shaozhi the headship.
Jian Xiuyun thought it was a big joke.
Moreover, he was killing demons in Qiyuan Valley at that time, and he never saw his master for the last time.
As soon as he came back, he saw Yu Shaozhi wearing the head uniform, standing in front of the master's spiritual seat, and said to him with a sad face: "Senior brother, the master is gone."
This made him believe that there was nothing tricky in it, so Jian Xiuyun pulled out the sword in his hand and made a fuss for three days.
He felt that all of this must be false, and Master was definitely harmed by Yu Shaozhi.
But at that time, everyone around him stood by him to testify for him, and Jian Xiuyun couldn't help but believe it.
In the end, Yu Shaozhi really secured his position as the master, but Jian Xiuyun never gave him a good face.
Even so, he still ran to the Wuyuyuan twice in three days.
Jian Xiuyun thought he was disgusting himself on purpose.
Until he was captured by Kan Wenxiao in the previous life, one of Yu Shao sneaked into the dungeon in the middle of the night trying to rescue him.
At that moment, Jian Xiuyun was hanging from the beam of the house covered in blood, and when Yu Shaozhi touched him, his hands were shaking.
Not knowing whether he was comforting him or himself, Yu Shaozhi gritted his teeth and said over and over again: "Senior brother, I will take you back, senior brother, I will take you away..."
Unfortunately, no one left in the end.
They were discovered by Kan Wenxiao.
Kan Wenxiao was in a good mood that day, and it was rare that he didn't pursue it and was willing to let him go.
However, it was Yu Shaozhi's sword that responded to Kan Wenxiao.
It was a very long night.
Jian Xiuyun watched Yu Shaozhi get up from the ground over and over again, and then continued to charge up with the sword in his hand, feeling unbearable in his heart.
"Go... stop hitting... go..." Jian Xiuyun tried to call him.
But the person who was so gentle and obedient in front of him on weekdays was so stubborn that time.
It wasn't until a sword pierced through his body that he finally stopped moving.
Yu Shaozhi was obviously dying, his eyes were a little lax, but he still stubbornly supported himself with his sword and looked in his direction.
Blood gushed out of his mouth continuously, wetting a piece of the front of his chest.
Jian Xiuyun was still tied up, unable to reach out or move, he could only look at him not far away, watched him lift up his sleeve with difficulty to wipe the blood on his lips, smiled at him, and then said every word Difficult to say: "Brother... I am happy... you."