The heavy snow fell for several days and finally stopped.
The cold air seemed to dissipate along with the melting snow, and there was a chill everywhere.
Different from the outside, the charcoal fire inside the sleeping hall is extraordinarily strong, making people feel as if they are in two worlds.
Jian Xiuyun sat by the bed, holding a bottle of wine that had just been warmed.
He poured himself a glass, but didn't drink it right away.
Just looking into the distance, the dark eyes reflected the bright fire.
He has been trapped here by Kan Wenxiao for several days, but he has never seen him again, and he can't go out by himself, let alone ask for news outside.
How is Lin Liaoting now? Where was Xue Rongxiang taken by Kan Wenxiao? What's the situation now? He has no idea.
Thinking of this, Jian Xiuyun became irritable again, lowered his head, filled a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
These few days he was locked in the hall, although he couldn't get out, but his mind was not peaceful for a day.
As soon as he closes his eyes, all the events of these days will appear in front of his eyes one by one, disturbing his mind.
Everyone has their own pain and position, and no one can reconcile and forgive.
What about him? Which side should he stand on
There was a broken sound, and the palace people outside heard the sound, and immediately raised the curtain and walked in with small steps. Seeing the broken jug on the ground, they first asked: "Jian Xianjun, is there any injury?"
"No." Jian Xiuyun said indifferently, and as he said that, he quietly stuffed the fragments in his hands into his sleeves.
Seeing this, the palace man breathed a sigh of relief, and then started cleaning.
The house quickly returned to calm.
Time flies, ten days have passed.
It was getting dark that day, Jian Xiuyun had just fallen asleep when he felt a gaze looking at him.
He opened his eyes and sat up, and then saw Kan Wenxiao standing not far away, looking at him quietly, with complicated eyes and a sad aura exuding from his body.
Jian Xiuyun was taken aback, and asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Kan Wenxiao didn't speak, walked over silently, sat down beside his bed, seemed to want to shake his hand, but was avoided before he touched it.
"Have you been drinking?" Jian Xiuyun asked with a frown, smelling the strong smell of alcohol on his body.
Kan Wenxiao didn't answer, raised his hand and hooked his sleeve, looked up at him, softened his voice, showing a weak gesture.
"Master is still angry with me
Jian Xiuyun turned his head away and said coldly: "Don't dare."
The next second, he was suddenly hugged into his arms.
Kan Wenxiao seemed to have been outside for a long time, and his body was still cold, but his heartbeat was warm and powerful.
Jian Xiuyun's cheeks were slightly red, and he stretched out his hand to push it away, but he hugged him too tightly, and he lost his spiritual power. This little struggle was like scratching his boots, and it didn't affect him in the slightest.
Jian Xiuyun gritted her teeth angrily, and scolded: "What are you crazy about!"
Kan Wenxiao didn't say a word, but hugged him tighter with both hands, and buried his head on his shoulder, as if trying to absorb warmth.
Jian Xiuyun sensed something was wrong, his tone softened, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." Kan Wenxiao's voice was muffled, with a touch of wetness.
Jian Xiuyun was at a loss for a moment, so he simply gave up struggling and let him hold her.
After a long time, Kan Wenxiao raised his head again and asked suddenly: "Master, what is the character you chose for me?"
Jian Xiuyun was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, his palms tightened suddenly, his eyes were far away, "I didn't take it."
Kan Wenxiao obviously didn't believe it, straightened his shoulders, and forced him to look at him, with a slight tremor in his voice, "Master, can you tell me?"
Looking into his eyes, Jian Xiuyun felt his heart suffocate and loosened for a moment, but he still gritted his teeth and replied coldly: "I didn't take it."
Kan Wenxiao fell silent, and looked at him quietly, as if something was shattered, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
"Hahahahahahaha..."
Kan Wenxiao let go of his shoulders, suddenly laughed, and stood up while laughing.
It was not the first time Jian Xiuyun heard his smile, but only this time, it was sharp and desolate, which made people a little startled.
Kan Wenxiao raised his hands to cover his eyes, as if trying to cover up something, but his voice became cold.
"Master, do you hate me so much? You don't even want to take the words for me." Kan Wenxiao said, and put down his hands.
His eyes gradually became cold and hard, and his voice was full of confusion, "But, what did I do wrong?"
As he spoke, he took a step forward, grabbed Jian Xiuyun by the front, and pulled him in front of him, his eyes turned red, and his voice turned into anger.
"Tell me, what did I do wrong? They didn't even investigate back then, and they convicted Fusang with a woman, killing people and massacring the city. Can't I even take revenge? They almost let Fusang wipe out the whole family, so I killed How many people have been killed! Is it one-tenth of what it was back then? Master, you said Lin Liao Ting was pampered, but do you know that I was once loved by my parents, and my heart was proud. Could it be that I was born low? I deserve to be bullied by him but I can’t retaliate? My revenge is not as good as what I suffered back then, what do you think I did wrong?"
Jian Xiuyun was frightened by his fury and was speechless for a while.
Kan Wenxiao also knew that he had lost his composure, so he took a deep breath, loosened his clothes, and straightened up, but his eyes were still wild and dangerous.
"Master, what do you think is the difference between the cultivation world and the mortal world? A person looks like a dog, but the blood flowing in his veins is extremely dirty, confounding black and white, confusing right and wrong, killing people and plundering money, and being filthy. Called Xianjun?"
"The pen is always held in the hands of the winner. They say that Fusang is guilty, and Fusang is guilty. I changed my name to Shiyuan Xianzun, and no one dared to call me Xiezun. This is the so-called black and white right and wrong." And justice? But the weak eat the strong, and the blood on his mouth has not been wiped off, but he still wants to say something compassionate and kind, hypocritical and disgusting!"
Seeing Kan Wenxiao's state, Jian Xiuyun was startled, and wanted him to calm down, but he dodged it as soon as he stretched out his hand.
Kan Wenxiao looked at him, took a step back, with disappointment in his eyes, "Why? No matter whether I am right or wrong, right or wrong, you have never chosen me."
Looking at the disappointment in his eyes, Jian Xiuyun felt a little flustered and at a loss for some reason.
He quickly retorted: "No."
Kan Wenxiao sneered, leaned in front of him, and asked, "Then I killed Lin Liaoting, will you forgive me?"
Upon hearing this, Jian Xiuyun subconsciously reached out and grabbed his arm, stared into his eyes and said, "You won't."
Kan Wenxiao raised his hand, opened his fingers one by one, and asked, "Why do you think I can't? Master, I have never been a kind person."
After Kan Wenxiao finished speaking, he shook off his hand and walked out.
Jian Xiuyun was afraid that he would really kill Lin Liaoting on impulse, so he got up and hugged him from behind, saying: "Don't go! Wen Xiao, calm down!"
Kan Wenxiao's body froze.
After a long time, he turned around slowly, and suddenly asked, "Master, what word did you choose for me? I won't kill him after you say it."
Jian Xiuyun's lips were almost bleeding from his bite, but he finally said it out, "Qisi."
Kan Wen and Xiao Wen said that there was no joy in knowing the future on his face, and his eyes became calm little by little, as if in the deep winter night.
"It sounds good." He replied, with a touch of difficulty in his voice.
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out without stopping.
It was dark outside, and everything was still.
Kan Wenxiao stood under the eaves, looking at the eternal sky and the silently running galaxy.
He unified the world of comprehension, avenged Fusang, and became the Shiyuan Immortal Venerable feared by everyone. He trapped the people he liked by his side and owned them for him.
He seems to have everything, but also seems to have nothing.
Seems like it's always been that way.
He once had parents who loved him dearly, as well as supreme wealth and dignity, but all of them disappeared overnight.
After that, no one loved him and loved him, and he became a lonely soul wandering in the world.
Later, he met Yu Huai'en, rescued him from the mirror of nothingness, called his highness, and ran for him, fearing that his identity would be ruined at the cost of ruining his own voice, so he knelt down in front of him and said, "Your highness, from now on you will be in Ming Dynasty, my minister." In the dark." As he said, he stayed in the dark for so many years.
He accompanied him all the way, but proposed to leave after he unified the cultivation world.
He said that he wanted Fusang, and it was time to go back.
Where is there Fusang? Where can he go back
Kan Wenxiao didn't ask, but just sent him away silently, looking at his back, thinking, at least he still has a master by his side.
He thought that he had Master's love and sincerity, but now he realized that his love was given to too many people, and he was no different.
He has been walking in the world for more than twenty years, but he still has nothing.