Lin Liaoting didn't seem to expect to meet Jian Xiuyun, subconsciously raised his arms to cover his face, stopped the movements of his hands, and turned around to leave.
Jian Xiuyun chased after him to call him, but Lin Liaoting paused, but didn't stop, tapped his toes, and flew away.
Although there was only a brief moment of seeing each other, Jian Xiuyun still saw his face, which was covered with deep and shallow scars.
Jian Xiuyun was a little worried, but he didn't care about chasing him, so he squatted down to check Kan Wenxiao's injuries.
The sword passed through his chest, just inches from his heart.
Jian Xiuyun frowned slightly, his fingertips were trembling, but he still managed to keep his tone as calm as possible.
But when he opened his mouth, he still revealed his mood at this time.
"I'll stop the bleeding for you."
But before he could move, Kan Wenxiao grabbed his hand.
Jian Xiuyun looked up at him with some puzzlement.
Different from his panic, Kan Wenxiao's expression was very calm, as if he wasn't the one who was pierced through the chest by a sword.
Kan Wenxiao looked at him, with faint water in his eyes, his throat moved slightly, and seemed to have a thousand words, but the last thing he said was only one sentence, "Master."
There was grievance in the tone.
Jian Xiuyun's eye sockets suddenly turned red.
For some reason, he remembered that when he picked up Kan Wenxiao back that year, his body was just right, so he followed him like a tail every day, watching him teach Lin Liaoting and the others how to read and practice swords.
When he was teaching, Kan Wenxiao stood at the door, cautiously looking in.
Eyes filled with anticipation and envy.
Jian Xiuyun knew what he was thinking, but she didn't have that intention, so she kept pretending not to see it.
Until one day, he came out of the Wuyuyuan after teaching, and he hadn't walked for long when he heard a cautious voice behind him.
"elder brother."
Jian Xiuyun turned his head and saw Kan Wen Xiao standing timidly behind him, his thin fingers tightly clutching the corners of his clothes, his eyes were wet, like an elk waiting for its master.
"What's wrong?"
"I, can I also call you Master?"
This sentence seemed to have exhausted all his courage, his eyes turned red as soon as he finished speaking, and he lowered his head and dared not look at him, as if he had made a huge mistake.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment. He only wanted to bring Kan Wenxiao back, but he hadn't figured out how to arrange it.
He would not have been accepted as a disciple.
But Jian Xiuyun looked into his eyes that day, but couldn't bear to refuse, and finally had to reply, "It's up to you."
When Kan heard Xiao Wenyan's words, his eyes widened instantly, as if he didn't expect that he would really respond.
The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, and shouted: "Master."
"Why!"
Jian Xiuyun of the two lifetimes responded to him at the same time, but with different moods.
Just like years of wind and snow were finally stopped by spring, Jian Xiuyun's heart that had been cold for a long time became warm again.
He reached out and grabbed Kan Wenxiao's skirt, feeling such an unforgettable pain for the first time.
He finally felt that he had done something wrong, and hated himself for ignoring Kan Wenxiao's sincerity all these years.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jian Xiuyun buried her head in his palm and said over and over again.
Kan Wenxiao shouldn't be like this, how much of today's situation is because of him? If he had treated him well back then, if he had treated him equally back then, if he had given him sincerity from the beginning.
if, if...
For so many years, he really called this master in vain.
Kan Wenxiao raised his hand and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his thumb, and comforted him with a smile: "Don't cry, Master, I should also say sorry."
As he said that, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword little by little.
The wound was unblocked, and blood gushed out.
Jian Xiuyun panicked and reached out to plug his wound, but was pulled into his arms by Kan Wenxiao.
The sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound, like the mournful sound of parting.
Jian Xiuyun has never been like this before, obviously he was not hurt, but he felt unbearable pain in his heart.
"You're crazy, stop the bleeding!"
Jian Xiuyun yelled at him, but didn't dare to struggle, for fear of breaking his wound a little further.
Kan Wenxiao, as if he hadn't heard of it, lazily buried his head on his side neck, not knowing whether he was asking him or himself, "Master, there is so much blood between us, can blood be the only way to pay off?" ?”
A bad premonition welled up in Jian Xiuyun's heart, and he hurriedly said, "No, don't talk nonsense!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a sudden burst of light around him.
Jian Xiuyun lowered his head, only to see that Kan Wenxiao's hands were covered with blood, and there was a dark golden round bead lying on the palm of his hand, which was the golden elixir of distraction stage.
Jian Xiuyun felt dizzy for a while, forgot his scruples for a moment, pushed him away, reached out to touch him but didn't dare, his voice was full of disbelief, "You, what are you doing? You're crazy!"
Kan Wenxiao chuckled, leaned back on the pillar, covered the wound on his chest with one hand, and handed the golden elixir to him with the other.
"Master, how about I use the golden elixir to compensate you for all the things in these two lifetimes? It is the cleanest thing in my whole body."
The golden core was separated from the body, and the spiritual power gradually began to disintegrate.
What had been a wound became fatal.
Kan Wenxiao didn't seem to care at all, his hands gradually dropped, but his face was full of relaxation and relief.
His eyes gradually closed, and the last words were, "If there is an afterlife..."
But before he finished speaking, there was no sound.
Jian Xiuyun poured his spiritual power into his body like crazy, tears fell down, and he gritted his teeth and said: "No, no, I don't want the golden pill, Kan Wenxiao, wake me up! "
The snow fell in a swirl, as if it could cover everything up.
Amid Jian Xiuyun's shouts, the lights lit up layer by layer.
Although the golden elixir of the Fusang tribe is very precious and still in the distraction stage, Jian Xiuyun didn't keep it and sent it back to Kan Wenxiao's body.
Jian Xiuyun felt that he had made progress.
But from this incident, he finally realized how much he cared about Kan Wenxiao.
Whether it is the entanglement of the previous life or this life, let it pass.
He can't be entangled for a lifetime.
Although it is really difficult for master and apprentice to cross the psychological hurdle, you might as well try.
Thinking of this, he admired Kan Wenxiao a little. Why did he walk so easily
Kan Wenxiao didn't know if he was angry with him, and he had been in a coma for five days without any sign of waking up.
Jian Xiuyun's life is much simpler.
Every day except for sleeping, they would stay by his bedside, no, they would even sleep by his bedside, of course they didn't sleep together, they just set up a beauty couch by the bedside to deal with them casually.
On the sixth day, Kan Wenxiao still did not wake up.
Sitting by the bed, Jian Xiuyun scooped up a spoonful of water and fed him carefully.
Sighing while feeding, "Why are you still awake? If this continues, I'm afraid I will regret it one day and dig out your golden core again."
After finishing speaking, he hesitated for a moment, and said back: "I'm lying to you, I have already decided to be a good master from now on."
Of course no one responded, Jian Xiuyun was used to it and continued talking to himself.
"I saw the letter you wrote." Jian Xiuyun's voice suddenly dropped, "The whole cultivation world belongs to you, aren't you happy?"
"The beauties are all yours, but you don't even want them. It's really a waste of money."
"You won't die, you are the hero."
"..."
After feeding a bowl of water, Jian Xiuyun was almost babbling, he got up and put the bowl away, and sat down beside him again.
A little sleepy, but Jian Xiuyun didn't go back to her beauty couch, but held Kan Wenxiao's hand, lay down beside the bed and closed her eyes.
Being so close, maybe he will come to dream at night.
Who knows that there is no dream all night.
Early the next morning, Jian Xiuyun sat up slowly rubbing his numb arms, and just after stretching, he met a pair of smiling eyes.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment, and forgot to retract his arm.
Looking at the person in front of him, he thought he was dreaming, and he didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that he hadn't woken up yet.
Until Kan Wenxiao pulled his arm and rubbed it gently, the warm touch told him that the person in front of him was really Kan Wenxiao, and he woke up.
"Master." Kan Wenxiao called him.
Jian Xiuyun's eyes turned red little by little, and she threw herself into his arms without any consideration or reserve, and replied with a choked voice, "Hey!"