Jian Xiuyun assumed it was just an ordinary cold, so he didn’t pay much attention at first. But in a few days, it turned out to be like a forest fire, completely out of control.
His body was burning hot, and even his consciousness was a little blurry.
He spent most of the day in a coma, and when he woke up eventually, he was either fed porridge or medicine by the palace attendants, or he would see Xiao Xi’er looking at him with a worried face, as if looking at a man on the brink of his death.
The medic came every day, but the words he said over and over again were, “Your body is exhausted…you worry too much…”
Jian Xiuyun didn’t expect that one day he would receive such a comment. He always believed that he was the most heartless person.
He originally comforted himself that it was good, he could eat more and sleep more like this, just enough to recuperate his mind. But later he discovered that sleeping too much was not good either, as it was always easy to dream about the incidents of the past.
Waking up from his dream again, Jian Xiuyun opened his eyes and saw the shut window.
“Open the window.” Jian Xiuyun said.
“Jian Xianjun, it is cold outside and you are still unwell.”
“Right.” Jian Xiuyun gradually came back to his senses, and the confusion in his eyes faded away.
“Brother Immortal, do you want some water?” Xiao Xi’er asked, her face surprised when she saw him awake.
The palace attendant came over with a celadon bowl and said with a smile, “Jian Xianjun, it is better to drink medicine first, and then drink water.”
The room was lively, with a group of attendants around to care for his health. For some reason, he felt empty in his heart.
Jian Xiuyun glanced at the door inadvertently. It was empty, with only the cold wind blowing in occasionally and swaying the bead curtains, making a crisp sound.
Upon seeing this, the palace attendant immediately stepped forward and closed the door.
Jian Xiuyun withdrew his gaze.
He calmly took the medicine from the palace attendant’s hand and drank it. As soon as he finished drinking it, Xiao Xi’er stuffed a candy into his mouth.
Before the sweetness had time to spread, he was hit by a strong bitter taste.
Jian Xiuyun lay down again and looked at the complicated bed curtains. He wanted to laugh at himself. What he said before was heartbreaking. Kan Wenxiao didn’t throw him into the dungeon, that was already unexpected. How could he still come see him again?
Thinking of this, Jian Xiuyun lazily yawned and closed his eyes again.
–
Jian Xiuyun opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the cold ground, with the sounds of rough yelling and fists hitting flesh beside him.
He slowly sat up, looked down at his tattered clothes and thin, dirty hands, and realized that he was dreaming again.
Jian Xiuyun looked up and saw that scene again as expected.
The tall and strong man cursed with foul words and vented his anger on the weak woman.
His three brothers stood next to him, looking at the scene in front of them with indifferent expressions. No one stepped forward to stop him.
The woman’s body was covered in bruises and she could no longer speak. She just looked at him with moist eyes, and her lips moved, struggling to form words, “Don’t look.”
He thought he was cold-hearted, but now he realized that he would never be indifferent to such a scene.
Jian Xiuyun got up. For some reason, blood was still dripping down his forehead. It snaked down his face and flowed into his eyes, painting his vision red.
He stumbled over with his thin legs, hugged the man’s leg and bit hard.
He was not yet Jian Xiuyun, let alone Jian Xianjun, so he was kicked away by the man. The man grabbed his hair and threw him on the woman, “The good son you taught dared to hit his own father at a young age. Now that he grew up, he still dares to hit his own father. Why don’t you kill me? Damn it, you are such a bitch, you are always against me, why don’t you learn a thing or two from your brothers, damn it!”
The man cursed and kicked with his thick legs again.
The woman immediately turned over and hugged him into his arms.
The pain seemed to be contagious. Even though the kick didn’t hit him, he still felt a suffocating pain.
He looked at the man through the gap in the woman’s arms, but he only saw a tall figure with a blurry face.
Jian Xiuyun pinched himself angrily. Why couldn’t he see clearly? He obviously hated the man to death. He had thought countless times that when he grew up, he would cut him to pieces and torture him to death.
But before he could grow up, the scene changed and he was in the hands of another person.
The man’s thick body was bent humbly, his posture full of flattery. Jian Xiuyun’s wrist was clasped by a withered and thin hand, who inspected him carefully, as if he was selecting a piece of goods.
After a long time, the man in yellow who was holding him nodded, took out a bag of silver from his arms and threw it to the man.
Then he pulled him away.
A miserable female voice came from inside the house, and the woman stumbled out, hugging him and refusing to let go.
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When the man saw this, he slapped her. He pulled apart the woman’s fingers, and they were separated. Then, the man grabbed her hair and dragged her back.
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And he was bought as this kind of victim.
The face of the person who bought him had been blurred, and he only remembered him being elegant and graceful, with a gentle smile on his face.
He liked the little child he bought very much.
He cleaned him up, put on his dress, and made him look beautiful.
He asked, “What’s your name?”
“Xiao Si.”
He laughed softly and continued to ask, “What is your last name?”
“Jian.”
“It’s a nice last name.” He pondered for a while and said gently, “Then let’s call you Xiuyun, Jian Xiuyun.”
After that, he called himself Xiuyun and called the man Brother Liu.
Brother Liu was born into a wealthy family, and his every day hobbies were reciting poems, composing poems, sipping wine and admiring flowers.
He always took Jian Xiuyun with him whenever he went out.
He was wearing feminine clothing, with two gold ingot buns, and followed him like a tail.
Brother Liu had new clothes tailor-made for him, kept him well fed, slept with him in the same bed, and taught him how to write and read.
What Brother Liu liked the most was to hold him on his knees and say to him with a smile, “Xiuyun, what I like most is you. When I grow up, I will marry you and stay together forever.”
Jian Xiuyun was a little surprised.
The master would only keep people like them until they turned twenty at most, and then they would part ways and never see each other again.
He was originally sad about this, but Brother Liu said that he was willing to be with him for a long time.
“Are you willing?” Brother Liu asked in his ear.
At that time, he was still ignorant about emotions, but Jian Xiuyun still hugged him and said clearly, “Yes.”
Later, he received news that Brother Liu was going to get married.
Jian Xiuyun went to find him, still wearing a gold ingot bun, but his clothes changed into a more mature bright fragrant hemp fish robe.
When Brother Liu saw him, he hugged him into his arms as usual.
“Brother Liu, are you getting married?” Jian Xiuyun said, his eyes filled with water. The appearance was quite pitiful.
Brother Liu raised his hand and touched his face, sighing, “Xiuyun, no matter how similar you are, you are not a woman after all. I can’t marry you.”
When Jian Xiuyun heard this, his eyes instantly turned red.
Brother Liu held his face and comforted him, “But don’t worry, the most important person in my heart will always be you. Although you can’t be my wife, you can always stay by my side.”
“Will you let me go?” Jian Xiuyun suddenly felt worried about losing him.
“Never.”
–
When the new wife came in, he was locked in the house.
The doors and windows were closed, and not even a ray of light could be penetrated.
He was a little scared, so he knocked on the door and asked, “Is anyone there? Can you open the window?”
There was a “squeaking” sound, whether it was a mouse or something else, and Jian Xiuyun froze in place for an instant.
When he knocked on the door again, his voice was filled with tears, but he still didn’t get any answers.
At this time, a burst of firecrackers came from a distance. It should be Brother Liu coming back from his wedding.
Jian Xiuyun stopped crying, stood on tiptoes and pressed his ears against the window, trying to hear more sounds.
He closed his eyes and thought to himself, Brother Liu must look very good today.
But he couldn’t see it.
–
Jian Xiuyun knew his identity was sensitive, so he had always been cautious, but the new wife still disliked him very much, and she never shied away from scolding him.
Brother Liu never refuted her in person, but every time he was scolded, he would secretly comfort him and make him happy.
Jian Xiuyun looked at his gentle face and felt sad. For some reason, he asked again, “Will you let me go?”
Brother Liu was stunned for a moment, but he still patted his head and replied, “Never.”
He trusted Brother Liu, but the new wife made the trouble even worse.
Every time she looked at him, her eyes were like poisoned arrows, with undisguised malice inside.
Beating, scolding and abuse became common, and later she almost beat him to death while Brother Liu was away.
Brother Liu saved him from dying, glared at her and asked, “What on earth do you want to do?”
The new wife looked at them coldly, her eyes devoid of any warmth, “Just beat him to death or sell him to Nanfeng Pavilion. I will never allow such disgusting things to exist in my house. It’s either him or me. Liu Wenyu, are you willing to accept this marriage?”
Jian Xiuyun saw his hesitation and felt severe pain all over his body, but still reached out and gently tugged on his front lapels and asked, “Will you let me go?”
Brother Liu was silent for a while and replied as usual, “Never.”
Only, this time, his voice became lower.
–
The new wife returned to her parents’ home, and Brother Liu’s complexion became worse and worse.
Jian Xiuyun realized that it was his fault, so he began to be cautious.
On this day, Brother Liu suddenly showed an uncharacteristic smile and smiled like he hadn’t in a long time. He put on makeup and new clothes for him and said to him, “Today is the Flower Festival. Brother will take you out.”
Jian Xiuyun was filled with surprise and cautiously nodded in agreement.
Brother Liu took him to play for a day.
Jian Xiuyun thought that there would never be a happier day than that day.
It was getting late, and Brother Liu said he wanted to go to Mingxiu Temple. He heard that seeking marriage there had always been affective.
Jian Xiuyun asked, “Who do you want to seek marriage for?”
Brother Liu touched his head with a hint of sadness in his eyes, “For us in the next life.”
Jian Xiuyun felt sad after hearing this.
If Brother Liu was destined to be married to his new wife in this life, then he could only wait until the next life.
The monk gave them two marriage charms, and Brother Liu handed him one.
Jian Xiuyun took it and held it carefully in his hand.
The sun was about to set, half of the moon was already hanging, and a few remaining stars twinkled slightly. The night was falling.
The afterglow covered the green steps, like blood that was about to dry up, and they stepped on it hand in hand.
After passing the observation deck, Brother Liu suddenly said, “Let’s take a rest here.”
Jian Xiuyun naturally had no objections.
Then Brother Liu led him forward. They were on the side of the cliff, looking at the lights and smoke of thousands of houses in the distance.
Brother Liu raised his hand and stroked his head, and suddenly called out his name.
Jian Xiuyun raised his head, but before he could respond, a strong force came from behind and he was pushed down.
At the last glance, he only saw the setting sun bleeding and a light green figure.
It turned out that Brother Liu had only been giving farewell gifts.
–
It was obviously just a dream, but the feeling of falling from a height was still so clear.
Jian Xiuyun’s eyes snapped open.
After taking a long breath, his mood gradually stabilized.
The mountain was more than a thousand feet high. Fortunately, he wasn’t dead yet when he met his Shizun who happened to be passing by.
He just stayed in bed for forty-nine days.
His Shizun said that he had good meridians and brought him back to Xuyu Peak.
From then on, he began to cultivate with his Shizun.
His Shizun treated him very well, just like Brother Liu back then, taking him with him wherever he went.
He also said that everything of his belongs to him.
But later, when he returned from Qiyuan Valley, he discovered that his Shizun had passed the position of Sect Leader to Yu Shaozhi.
He didn’t believe it and refuted it for three days.
But everyone stood against him and told him that this was indeed what his Shizun had meant.
After he calmed down, Yu Shaozhi gave him a letter with their Shizun’s handwriting on it.
The letter said that he had thought about it for a long time and still felt that Yu Shaozhi was more suitable.
After Jian Xiuyun read it, he calmly crumpled the letter and threw it away just like he threw away the marriage charm first thing after waking up many years ago.
Nothing was ever trustworthy in this world.
As he grew older and stronger, no one could hurt him anymore, but his temperament became colder.
He did not ask others to trust him, and he no longer trusted others.
Since the human heart could not be trusted, he just trusted the skin.
After all, only the skin is clearly displayed on the face. It cannot be a deceit, nor could it be concealed. Beauty or ugliness could be identified at a glance.
He didn’t like Kan Wenxiao.
Because of his ugly face, and because in him, he could always see a glimpse of the pitiful self he once was, so weak, and always wearing his heart on his sleeve.
He didn’t want to save him.
But the way Kan Wenxiao was protected by his mother reminded him of the woman in his memory, who had also protected him this way.
He pitied the hearts of the parents in the world.
He still regretted it occasionally when he thought about it. He didn’t know whether it was Kan Wenxiao or himself who was ruined by his soft-heartedness.
–
“Did you have a nightmare?”
A voice came from behind.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment and finally came to his senses. Only then did he realize that he was actually held in someone’s arms.
His brows instantly furrowed. He didn’t expect that a cold could make him so sluggish.
He turned around quickly and met a pair of familiar eyes.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned and didn’t know how to react for a moment.
“You….”
As soon as Jian Xiuyun made a sound, he was embraced by Kan Wenxiao.
His head rested on Jian Xiuyun’s shoulder, his breath was warm, and his voice sounded drunk.
He said, “I’ve thought about it for a long time, Shizun. It is you I like.”
HEADS UP! Chapter 68 has been linked to chapter 1
This chapter is so sad but boy was I confused 😅 MC has gone through a lot
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Ooh nvm it’s fixed!
I’m ugly crying here QAQ
Shizun, please be happy….
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To realise you like your shizun you had to sleep with countless beauties? If your shizun do this to you, will you accept him?
I mean before say yes to you is it okay if shizun sleep with many people?
I dunno what to say.. I’m just.. aaaahhhhhhhhh
So sad….Thanks for the chapter
JXY has truly been trough a lot.
Fascinating.