First Sword Cultivator Observation Report

It was dusk, Hongxuanzong was brightly lit, and Yan Chongcan crossed the bridge with the medicinal meal he had prepared, "Brother, are you awake?"

Xiaozhu hugged Huoyue and nodded: "I just woke up for a while, and we are about to deliver water."

"I'll go." Putting the water on the tray, Yan Chongcan quietly walked in, and sure enough Si Jue sat up, flipping through a book.

Si Jue raised his eyelids, obviously expressionless, but Yan Chongcan felt a little awkward, and couldn't help laughing: "Brother, come and eat some medicinal food."

"Thank you." Si Jue reached out to take it, and Yan Chongcan hurriedly put the small table on the bed and scooped him a bowl of soup.

The shadow of the lamp was gentle, and the mountain was quiet. He didn't want him to be uncomfortable in his eyes, so Yan Chongcan borrowed the book just now and read it aside, and he was fascinated by it after a while.

Waiting to close the book with unfinished thoughts, the dishes on the small table were already empty.

"Ah...sorry, I'll clean up now." Yan Chongcan's face became hot, and when he was about to clean up, Si Jue gently pressed his shoulder: "Let them come."

Xiaozhu Xiaocao seemed to know that the master was calling him, and immediately ran in, and neatly took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen for cleaning.

"Are you sleepy now?" Yan Chongcan asked with concern after checking his pulse.

"Do not."

"That……"

Si Jue took his book from his hand, lowered his eyes and continued to read: "Please go back."

Knowing that the patient should not be disturbed, Yan Chongcan listened to him and went out quietly. Xiaocao took the opportunity to grab him and asked in a low voice, "Brother Yan, what food did you cook for the master? He ate it all."

After explaining all the ingredients in detail, Xiaocao and Xiaozhu's eyes widened in disbelief: "How is it possible? The master never eats some of these ingredients. If you cook them for him on weekdays, he will definitely be displeased. "

Yan Chongcan also knew that these two boys were better at cooking than him, and it was impossible for him to eat them all because of his little cooking skills.

Then what could be the reason...

After thinking about it, his thoughts drifted to Si Jue's serious picky eaters, so he felt more and more that Si Jue really became more interesting the longer he got along with him.When I first saw him, I thought he was a banished immortal or even a god of war, but now, he looks like an old friend.Even though he still knows very little about him.

The paper window reflected the candlelight, outlining his outline, Yan Zhongcan stared at it for a while, then suddenly laughed, he was afraid that he was really possessed.

Because the needle was only given today, Yan Chongcan didn't dare to go back to the mountain, so he moved a chair and sat in the yard. If he had anything to do, he could go in for treatment as soon as possible.

When it was late at night and the little bamboos and grasses were about to go to sleep, Yan Chongcan knocked on the door: "Brother, I'll take another look for you and light the incense by the way. Although you slept for a long time today, you can't sleep at night." No rest."

After getting the permission, he opened the door and walked in. Yan Chongcan carefully lit the incense, looked at Si Jue's injury, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. Although the injury was still serious, it didn't look so terrible after all.

When he was leaving, Yan Chongcan wanted to turn off the lights, but Si Jue stopped him stiffly: "Don't move."

Yan Chongcan was secretly annoyed that he didn't remember anything, Si Jue said again: "Order a few more."

Turning on all the lamps, the room became much brighter in an instant, and Yan Chongcan said goodbye softly: "Sweet dream."

The moment the door closed, he heard the person in the room answer him in a muffled voice: "Good dream."

Yan Chongcan almost laughed out loud, and gave him an extra evaluation: cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

On the second day, it was the same as before, with pulse diagnosis, acupuncture, and medicinal diet, and remembering not to eat those few things that Si Jue would not eat, but Xiao Zhu told him that the medicinal diet this time was still not to Si Jue's appetite.

Yan Chongcan felt like he had seen a ghost. Si Jue would eat the crude food with relish that day in the wilderness, so why can't he cook exquisite food for him now.

After thinking about it, Yan Chongcan decided to have the courage to talk to him.

"Brother, do you think you and I are still close?"

Si Jue raised his eyebrows lightly, obviously he didn't expect him to say such a thing, but for some reason he didn't want to see the disappointment in those beautiful eyebrows and eyes, so he could only say: "Forget it."

"Then senior brother, can you treat me sincerely?"

"how do I say this."

Yan Chongcan puffed his cheeks: "I have heard from Xiao Zhu that you have a lot of food that you hate. Since you and I are brothers, why hide it from me? I know that my brother is kind, and I don't want to ruin my heart, but I just want to I want to be honest with you, so..."

"Some things, only they know."

Yan Chongcan immediately patted his chest: "I can know too."

"Do you want to be the same as the boy?"

"Naturally!" Yan Chongcan spoke quickly, and he answered before he could react, and of course he missed the fun in Si Jue's eyes.

"Since that's the case, you don't dare to say what you want."

Said the decision.

Xiaozhu Xiaocao heard this conversation, and looked at Yan Chongcan almost to turn sympathy into reality.

Yan Chongcan wondered, "Why do you look at me like that?"

Xiaozhu said earnestly: "It's still too late for you to stop now."

"It's a good thing that I have a close relationship with my brother, why should I stop?"

Xiaocao tiptoed and patted him on the shoulder: "You'll know later." She whispered in his ear, "It's really troublesome."

At that time Yan Chongcan didn't understand the intention, but after a few days, Si Jue was able to go to the ground, and he finally understood what Xiaozhu Xiaocao's expression meant.

Originally, Si Jue still had a conscience and didn't order him, but Lv Gengya loved his apprentice dearly, and while he was far away, he specially entrusted him with a letter, asking Si Jue to teach his disciple how to practice on his behalf, and claimed that he knew he was injured so the apprentice let him go. Called, right as a reward for guidance.

Thus, Yan Chongcan officially began his miserable life living in Jueyun Peak.

No matter inside or outside the house, all items, even the spiritual plants planted, must be neatly arranged by category, and he can see it even if it is a little bit off.His tongue is also gifted, Yan Chongcan is the only one who is picky about ingredients in his life, he tastes salty just right, but Si Jue can taste whether there is too much salt or too little, and whether the heat is too high or too low.

As for the matter of cultivation, it is even stricter than that of Lu Gengya.

As a sword idiot, Si Jue didn't want him to recite the Jue, nor did he want him to practice sword moves. He had practiced for half a month just by drawing the sword, and he didn't think it was enough: "It's too superficial. You only need to draw the sword once. You need at least one more stroke." Practice for another ten years." It was also from this time that Si Jue also unlocked the skills of being talkative and poisonous—mostly when criticizing.

Yan Chongcan deeply understood the biggest reason why Si Jue alienated people. He believed that no matter which disciple in the sect feared him, as long as he got along with him for a long time, the image he had built would completely collapse.

But he doesn't think it's bad either. Si Jue treats him more and more vividly, doesn't it prove that he trusts him more and more?Who would want to put on airs in front of those close to them all day long?What's more, Si Jue treated him so unreservedly during the training, and taught him everything, which really touched him for a while.

Xu felt that Yan Chongcan, a dude—since he knew part of Yan Chongcan's family background, these four words had been fixed in Si Jue's mind—it was hopeless. After receiving hands-on instruction, he personally demonstrated sword moves every day.

Because of this, Yan Chongcan also got an extra bonus to feast his eyes on.

He knew how much effort Si Jue had put in to teach him, and by chance he also had a rough idea of ​​how hard Si Jue had been. Waking up with a start, the sword accompanied Si Jue dripped from the blood, and the sword had already been united.But Yan Chongcan has lived for more than 100 years in this life, and has never seen the darkness of the world. In his eyes, a sword is a weapon, and he has no other ideas.

But a young man in his 20s.

Yan Chongcan sometimes feels extremely sad when thinking about this matter, so he has been studying very seriously.

And I learned that I am still drawing my sword, which has nothing to do with talent, but only with the illusory "Tao".

"No, I can't get up."

After Wan Jian practiced, Yan Chongcan lay on the ground without image, begging for mercy repeatedly.

Si Jue didn't urge him, just sat cross-legged on the side and concentrated on breathing.

"Yan Feifeng has several jars of good wine, how about I go and get one, and we will drink together until dawn tonight?" Yan Chongcan tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Why?"

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I calculated it carefully. We have known each other for more than three months, but we have never had a drink together, let alone you have taught me for a long time. Now that you have recovered from your serious injury, no matter how you say it, I will treat you to a drink." , to celebrate."

Si Jue should not: "I am not good at drinking."

"I'm also small, but I really want to have a drink with my brother."

Si Jue opened his eyes, seeing his hopeful appearance, he couldn't bear to refuse any more, so he could only sigh softly: "Go."

"Thank you, senior brother!" With the promise, the person who couldn't get up just now stood up in a jerk, pointing his toes, and went directly to Yufeng to get the wine in a hurry.

Lu Gengya's collection is naturally good wine, and with the fine nectar and jade liquid brought by Yan Chongcan from the virtual world, once the cork is opened, even Si Jue will be interested.

In the bamboo grove, stones are used as tables and the ground is used as seats. The two of them sit facing each other and drink together. Unlike drinking with Lu Gengya that day, Yan Chongcan suddenly understands the meaning of "smooth" and "fair" in the book.

When he was a little tipsy, he even tipped over on the table and said bluntly to Si Jue: "Just looking at senior brother, I can drink ten jars of wine."

Si Jue looked at him and laughed, co-authoring that one day he will also be able to "beautiful and delicious".

"you're drunk."

Yan Chongcan raised his head and drank another glass, and said with hazy eyes: "Yeah, I never knew I could get drunk so quickly."

"You are different today."

"It's my sister's birthday. In the past, at this time, I would be by her side."

Si Jue took a sip of his wine, his eyes were calm: "You learn sword because of her?"

"For others and for myself." Yan Chongcan tried hard to see his face clearly. "Although I was born in a good family, I also know that the world is dangerous, and the world of cultivation is full of murderous intentions. With my strength, when will I get what I want?"

Si Jue looked at his finger on his hand, not knowing whether he was talking to him or talking to himself: "There is a thin line between killing one person and killing a thousand people, and there is a thin line between killing a thousand people and overturning the world. Dangerous obstacles, when will I get what I want..."

"You're drunk too." Yan Zhongcan vaguely felt that Si Jue was blushing, and the wine was strong and cowardly. He touched it directly and smirked.

Before the ending was finished, he lay down on the table, unconscious.

Si Jue called him twice, seeing that he was indeed in a deep sleep, he hesitated for a moment, and finally walked over and hugged him horizontally.

The person in the arms can be said to have picturesque eyebrows, as beautiful as a crown of jade, and the corners of his eyes were stained red with drunkenness, making his heart flutter even more.

It was a beautiful day, but Si Jue's lips curled into a wry smile.

"What kind of banishment is it? It's just an evil ghost wandering around the world."

Bamboo leaves fluttered, and the slender figure held the person in his arms steadily, only shaking slightly when the wind picked up.