The sky had darkened completely, and there were no candles lit in the room, so it was pitch black.
Kan Wenxiao sat beside the bed holding the pastries, not moving for a long time. The hazy figure gradually disappeared into the dark, leaving only a vague outline, like a solidified sculpture.
Who could have put it here?
Shijie?
Or…Shizun?
That latter thought was suppressed by him as soon as it came up.
How could it be?
Maybe Jian Xiuyun had just acted out a drama of master-disciple harmony with him on a whim, but he took it seriously?
Thinking of this, Kan Wenxiao finally put down the pastries and planned to go practice.
However, he only took a few steps before halting.
He turned around, and his half-lidded eyes fell on the pastries. His eyelashes were lowered, hiding the emotions inside. Knitting his brows, he unconsciously rubbed the sword at his waist, as if he was hesitating about something.
Finally, making up his mind, he stepped forward and opened the paper bag. He took out a piece of pastry from it, and slowly put it in his mouth.
He didn’t know how long the pastry had been sitting there. It was cold, but it still tasted delicious. The crust was soft and sweet, melting in his mouth. The sweet aroma spread around him little by little. The whole room seemed to be filled with the warmth of the pastries.
It’s delicious, no wonder Shizun likes it so much, Kan Wenxiao thought as he lowered his head.
He had already reached the stage where he could abstain from food. His stomach, which had not been fed for a long time, was seduced by the smell and growled.
Kan Wenxiao stretched out his hand to get the second piece, but then retracted it. He rewrapped the pastry and put it in the small cabinet beside his bed.
It was only a few pieces in total, so he’d better save it for tomorrow.
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The usual schedule included morning classes and morning practice.
The usual schedule included morning classes and morning practice. Learning the teachings of their masters was compulsory.
After morning practice, the students could practice on their own for the rest of the time.
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Jian Xiuyun was a person who loved to sleep in.
But what cultivators paid attention to was diligence, so morning classes and practice were arranged very early. At the hour of rabbit, he would get up and rush to Wu Yu Hall.
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He hadn’t completely recovered from the shadow of his previous life, and couldn’t sleep well. He kept drifting in and out of sleep all night, and he usually awoke at hour of tiger.
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He thought there would be no one there yet, but as soon as he arrived at the door, he heard a noise ring out from inside. It must be someone practicing swordsmanship.
Jian Xiuyun raised his eyebrows, curious about who could be so diligent.
So he reached out and pushed open the door.
What came in sight was a man wearing the disciple’s uniform in the middle of the yard, gracefully practicing with his sword.
Although the man’s moves were forbearing, he still had an overbearing aura in the dark. His movements were smooth and fluent, and with his slender and straight figure, he looked quite handsome.
It was still dark at this time, and the moon was hanging high in the sky. The moonlight shone down and reflected on the blade, coating it with a layer of cold silver, as if the sword’s aura was flowing around it.
Jian Xiuyun raised his eyebrows, finding the scene quite pleasing to the eye.
However, the next second, the swordsman seemed to hear the movement and stopped, turning around.
Then Jian Xiuyun saw Kan Wenxiao’s face.
Jian Xiuyun, “…”
The illusion broke so suddenly that he was caught off guard.
In the past, he only taught Lin Liaoting and Song Qingru in morning practice. Kan Wenxiao knew that he didn’t want to see him, so he consciously avoided lingering around in his sight, and always found a corner to practice.
Therefore, he had never seen Kan Wenxiao practicing his sword.
Thinking of the scene just now, Jian Xiuyun sighed. He is the male protagonist after all. Even without a teacher, he could learn it smoothly.
It’s just that the swordsmanship he practiced just now was not pure, and seemed to be mixed with some moves from other sects.
This kind of mixed swordsmanship would make rapid progress if it was well integrated, but if it wasn’t practiced properly, it would easily end up being chaotic and obsessive.
Although he didn’t want to, he still decided to make a few remarks and try to win his favor. After all, this unwillingness was nothing compared to losing his life.
Kan Wenxiao didn’t expect to meet Jian Xiuyun at this time. Although he hadn’t done anything wrong, for some reason, in front of Jian Xiuyun, he suddenly felt like he had been caught red-handed.
His expression flashed with a hint of uneasiness, and he lowered his head as he saluted, “Shizun.”
“Mn.” Jian Xiuyun responded. He walked up to him, and spoke with a bit of reproach in his tone, “Your injury hasn’t recovered yet, why did you come out to practice swordsmanship?”
Kan Wenxiao couldn’t get used to his concern yet, and his eyes were a little evasive, “The minor injury is no longer bothering me.”
Jian Xiuyun didn’t pester him, and changed the topic.
“I see that what you just practiced was the fourth form of 《Qing Ming》, but there are differences. Did you make changes?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Kan Wenxiao’s expression changed.
Each sect had its own fixed swordsmanship moves, and it was taboo to change them at will. But Jian Xiuyun never taught him seriously, so he learned many sword techniques by himself by searching for sword manuals from his collection of books. Therefore, his moves were quite messy, and it wasn’t uncommon for the sword techniques to be mixed up.
It’s just that he either came here early to practice, or he hid in a corner to practice alone, out of sight, so no one noticed him.
Unexpectedly, Jian Xiuyun bumped into him today.
It would be fine if it was anyone else that found out, but it was Jian Xiuyun…
“Yes.” Kan Wenxiao silenced after saying this one word. He looked up at him, as if he was waiting to be beaten or punished according to his
will.
Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun raised his eyebrows. His expression showed neither joy nor anger. He casually drew out his sword and walked towards him.
Observing Jian Xiuyun’s movements, a trace of disbelief flashed in Kan Wenxiao’s eyes. Was this true? Was this to clean up the sect of any people like him?
Even though he had changed the sword manual, his punishment could not possibly be death!
Just as the gears in his mind turned, trying to think of an escape plan, Jian Xiuyun suddenly stopped and said calmly, “Watch.”
After saying that, the Qinghan Sword in his hand suddenly stretched forward, making a beautiful move. The first posture, then, one sword arc after another. The moves were constantly changing, the sword in his hand arcing gracefully and elegantly with his robes flowing in the air.
As his posture and wrists continued to move, his movements became faster and faster, and an afterimage appeared. The sword energy surged, and the sword intent flowed out, lingering around him. Coupled with
Jian Xiuyun’s white robes, he really was like an immortal banished from heaven, demoted to the human world.
Kan Wenxiao looked at the scene in front of him and was stunned, feeling a little dazed.
He remembered that not long after he was brought to the world of cultivation, the Immortal Sword Conference was scheduled around that time. Each sect sent their best disciples to gather and compete with each other.
Jian Xiuyun was not an elder back then, but a disciple who was participating, representing Xuyu Peak.
At that time, he wasn’t yet aware of Jian Xiuyun’s temperament, and just assumed the immortal brother was busy and didn’t have time to 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 deemed him reliable.
Therefore, before his wounds healed, he couldn’t help but sneak out to look for him.
He bumped into the ring by mistake. There were thousands of people around the ring at that time. Jian Xiuyun, like the others, was also wearing the white attire with blue embroidered disciple uniform of Xuyu Peak, but Kan Wenxiao recognized him at a glance.
Even though everyone wore the same clothes, there was always one person in the crowd who could attract everyone’s attention just by doing nothing.
He watched Jian Xiuyun accept the challenges. His figure at that time was as cold and beautiful as it was today. Countless people were defeated by him, but there was not a drop of blood on his pristine, white robes.
Kan Wenxiao was awed, and even more firmly believed Jian Xiuyun was an immortal.
After the competition, Jian Xiuyun stood up and left.
Kan Wenxiao stumbled after him, calling him, “Brother….immortal brother…”
But the figure kept moving forward, and he couldn’t catch up.
When he was almost out of strength, the white figure finally stopped and turned around.
He ran towards him with joy.
But Jian Xiuyun’s face was devoid of any smile or joy.
He raised an eyebrow, his expression changing from surprise to disgust.
The angular and gracefully shaped thin lips opened and closed slightly, and spit out a cold,
“Scram!”
I want to see the sword dance. I wish there is a fan art TAT
Lets survive off fan Arts of xie lian for now… Wuwu..
Thank you for the chapter!
Poor wenxiaoಥ‿ಥ
Thank you for the chapter!
Kan Wenxiao breathes:
جيان شيو يون بدون سبب: هذا القبيح اللعين يستحق العقاب !!
واو، هذا يذكرني بشين تشينغ تشيو ولو بينغي الأصليين
Thank you for the chapter