It was yet another day of morning practice.
Having just finished practicing a set of sword moves, Lin Liaoting stopped, took the silk handkerchief that the little attendant handed him, his eyes falling on Kan Wenxiao as he wiped off his sweat.
He didn’t know where he had gone to. His body was covered in blood, and he was carefully holding something in his hand.
His wounds were obviously still bleeding, but it was as if he didn’t feel the pain. He did not seem to have any intentions of bandaging them. Instead, he entered the room and put away that thing, and then came back out and started sword practice.
A few months had passed since Jian Xiuyun’s injury. After all these days of recuperation, his body had recovered. Recently, he had been staying with Elder An and worked on rebuilding his golden core.
There was no one supervising him during the morning practices, so he was naturally more relaxed.
Lin Liaoting looked at Kan Wenxiao not far away, his brows tightly furrowed.
Shizun, what exactly is the meaning of this?
In recent months, the relationship between Jian Xiuyun and Kan Wenxiao had become much closer than before. Shizun personally guided him in practice, ate the food he cooked, and even allowed Kan Wenxiao to carry him around.
Lin Liaoting immediately became enraged when he saw for the first time that someone unworthy like Kan Wenxiao was having the honor to touch his master.
He almost fought with him.
Of course, nothing happened in the end. He didn’t have any spiritual weapons with him at the time, and didn’t dare pick a fight.
If he really fought alone, he knew he would be no match for Kan Wenxiao.
But it was not necessarily true that Shizun was good to him.
After all, ever since Shizun mentored Kan Wenxiao, he has been either carrying rocks and big water tanks every day, or going to the back mountain to cut down giant trees and dig deep ditches.
Although his master kept insisting that it was to help Kan Wenxiao improve his physical fitness, why did he feel like his master was teasing him?
He couldn’t figure out Jian Xiuyun’s attitude, and as a result he had felt much more at ease during this period. At least he never bothered Kan Wenxiao again.
After all, it’s quite fun to watch him do this and that every day.
But there were still times where he would feel irked. For example, whenever he saw Kan Wenxiao following his master like a puppy, preparing various meals every day and presenting them to him flatteringly, it made him extremely irritated.
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In the past, Kan Wenxiao was unsociable and always kept to himself. Lin Liaoting found him to be quite annoying.
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Kan Wenxiao put away his sword and said nonchalantly, “It’s okay, it’s just a minor injury.”
His eyes fell behind Song Qingru, but there was nothing there.
Kan Wenxiao’s expression was still neutral, but there was a trace of disappointment in his eyebrows.
Shizun had been staying at Qihuang Hall these days, and has given an order that only Song Qingru can visit him every three days. He and Lin Liaoting must not be distracted and should practice well.
“Does Shizun have anything to say?” Kan Wenxiao looked at Song Qingru and asked, his tone containing a hint of imperceptible urgency.
Song Qingru shook her head.
Kan Wenxiao’s expression did not change and he continued to ask, “Then what did Shizun say today?”
Song Qingru thought for a while, then spoke, “Shizun said that Baiwei Hall has recently launched a new cherry swirl cake. He asked me to bring that next time.”
Kan Wenxiao was silent for a long time, then suddenly turned around and went back to the room. When he came out again, he was carefully holding something in his hand.
He stretched out his hand in front of Song Qingru. She took a closer look and saw that it was a tiny flower with delicate, translucent petals. If one looked closely, they could see the light, golden lines on each petal. In the middle was a thin stamen, with a touch of bloody crimson. It gave off a sense of shyness, the petals curling in as if afraid of their gazes.
“It’s so beautiful!”
“The fragrant Snow Banyan Flower blooms on the cliff. I read it in an ancient book. It can be used as medicine to repair and moisturize the golden core. Will Shijie help me send this to Shizun the next time?”
Song Qingru was a little stunned, confusion coiling in her. She had heard this flower’s name before. It did not grow anywhere except in high places. It took three years to take root, three years to germinate, and another three years to bloom. Each plant was extremely rare and had a high price but could not be found in the market.
She looked at the blood on Kan Wenxiao’s body and said, “You did this to give Shizun…”
Kan Wenxiao interrupted her, “Shizun gave me a task before; to go to Qianshi, find a stone the height of a person on the peak, push it to the summit of Jueming Cliff, push it down again, and repeat ten times. I happened to discover this flower when I was at the mountaintop. I thought it might be of use to Shizun, so I brought it with me.”
Kan Wenxiao spoke calmly, no hint of ripples in the depths of his eyes, but Song Qingru knew that this task was by no means easy.
Jueming Cliff was three hundred feet high. If one is not careful enough, they will no doubt end up with broken bones. Needless to say, it was difficult.
Song Qingru solemnly took the snow banyan flower from Kan Wenxiao and assured, “I will bring this to Shizun.”
“Well, thank you, Shijie.” Kan Wenxiao turned around and went back to sword practice.
Lin Liaoting watched the scene for a long time. He curled his lips, turning to the little attendant, “Go, have someone buy me ten Snow Banyan Flowers and send them to Shizun within three days.”
Kan Wenxiao heard this, and gripped his sword. His hands tightened for a moment, but he continued practicing without a word.
A trace of anger flashed across Song Qingru’s face. She came over and pinched his ears, “What do you think you’re doing? Do you still remember that you’re his Shixiong?!”
Lin Liaoting immediately reached out to stop Song Qingru, and said, “Hey, don’t do that, I never acknowledged him as my Shidi.”
Song Qingru glared at him with an even more serious gaze, “Liaoting, don’t go too far.”
Lin Liaoting refused to admit defeat, “I have gone too far? I want to be filial to Shizun, can’t I do that?”
“You and I both know just why you’re being so filial. Is it so amusing? I won’t send in the flowers from you.”
“Shijie!”
“Don’t call me that. You can either change the plant to something else or don’t give anything at all. More than anything else, it’s your hard work and diligent practice that will make Shizun feel relieved.”
Song Qingru finished speaking, turned around, and walked out.
Seeing this, the little attendant stepped forward and asked cautiously, “Master, do you still want to buy the Snow Banyan Flower?”
“Buy it!” Lin Liaoting ordered through gritted teeth, “After buying, send it to Qihuang Hall, by any means necessary, send them all to Shizun.”
Three days later.
Jian Xiuyun stared at the eleven Snow Banyan Flowers on the table and raised his eyebrows.
Elder An had just finished injecting him, and while packing his medicine bag, he sighed sentimentally, “Tsk, last year I wanted to make a pill, but I lacked the Snow Banyan Flower. I ran around everywhere but couldn’t find it, but now, it ended up here. There are so many of them together, how luxurious.”
Jian Xiuyun really wanted to cover his face with a fan.
When Song Qingru came to see him today, she brought one with her and told him the story behind it. Not long after she left, the top disciple of Qihuang Hall came in and gave him a box, saying someone had sent it for him.
Jian Xiuyun removed the lid, and when he saw the ten Snow Banyan Flowers lying inside, he immediately knew who sent it.
After all, how many rich idiots could there be in the world?
He even guessed the reason; it must have been because he was irritated by Kan Wenxiao.
Hey, it was obviously not his money that was spent, but why does his heart hurt so much?
“Actually, the medicine I prepared for you before also required Snow Banyan Flower, but it was not irreplaceable. I used Xian Laike instead. But now that we have Snow Banyan Flower, why use a substitute?”
“Well, that’s right.” Jian Xiuyun said, his slender finger lightly patting the one sent by Kan Wenxiao.
Different from those sent by Lin Liaoting in expensive boxes, this Snow Banyan Flower lay quietly on a pure white handkerchief. He wondered if it was an illusion, a fragile fragment of his imagination. When Jian Xiuyun touched the flower, it seemed to be delicate, trembling as if it was afraid.
Jian Xiuyun’s fingers quickly placed it in the box. He picked up the box beside him, handing to Elder An as he stood up, “Elder An has worked hard for me for a long time, I’m unable to repay him. Since Elder An needs it, I will give this box to you.”
Elder An was not polite, chuckling and accepting it, “Okay, I will have to thank you for today. I will use the rest as medicine for you.”
“Yes, thank you.” After Jian Xiuyun said this, his gaze fell on the Snow Banyan lying on the handkerchief, and it seemed to trembled even harder.
Jian Xiuyun hesitated for a moment, walked over and picked it up, and said with a smile, “Those should be enough, but just this one, I’ll keep it.”
Elder An didn’t care, “Of course, they’re enough. I’ll make pills for you with the remnants and you can take them at untimely times in the future. A broken golden core is no joke.”
Elder An put away the Snow Banyan Flowers and walked out.
Just as he reached the door, he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned around, asking, “By the way, Elder Jian, the Immortal Sword Conference is soon. Are you still participating this year?”
Jian Xiuyun smiled helplessly, “It’s a necessity, I’m afraid I can’t avoid it.”
Elder An nodded, “That’s right. Have you decided which disciple of yours will participate this time?”
Jian Xiuyun had his head lowered and gently poked the Snow Banyan in his hand. Hearing this, his fingers halted for a while, then he spoke, “I’ve given it some thought and decided….Little Apprentice.”
Тhank you for update!!!😍😍😍
A couple of days without seeing his scarred face and a pretty flower is all it took for this guy to start softening. Damn, is he ever shallow.
Wohoo, tournament/conference arc? Let’s go!
Why do I feel that that flower is sentient?
Thank you for the chapter!