who has seen the wind

On Xie Wei's 17th birthday, he received his first gift.

Xia Ji sat on the threshold, her elegant white gown was blown out of a spotless scene by the wind, she put her hands on her chin and smiled, "Brother, open it and have a look."

Under Xia Ji's eager gaze, Xie Wei untied the red silk, opened the small carved wooden box, and saw a plain grass lying on the white soft silk.

Xia Ji blinked and smiled: "Do you like it?"

Xie Wei thought for two seconds, then nodded sincerely: "Well, I like it, I like it very much."

The grass, together with the precious agarwood wooden box, was placed in the corner of the wall to accumulate dust.

On a rainy day, Xie Wei walked through the lotus pond with an umbrella, the lotus leaves touched the sky, the red incense burned the bones, and the sound of the rain hitting the lotus leaves frightened the fish swimming in the lotus pond.

Xie Wei stood at the head of the ivory-colored bridge, and looked down to see the rippling reflections.The person at the bottom had a black cloak, and the hood covered his face, and he could only vaguely see his jaw wrapped in a white bandage.Not only the face, but all the exposed skin is wrapped tightly.

The man at the bottom let out a soft sigh as he was blown down by the wind.

A child hurried past with an umbrella, the muddy water splashed stained Xie Wei's clothes.It's just that the clothes are extremely black, even if they are splashed with heavy ink, they are still calm and silent.

Xie Wei went up the stairs, and when she reached the middle of the bridge, she saw a pair of white boots embroidered with light blue cloud patterns.The umbrella was pressed low, blocking the man's face.

Xie Wei moved to the left, and the man took a step to the left.Xie Wei moved to the right, and the man took a step to the right.Xie Wei stood still, and the man also did not move.

A slender white hand raised Xie Wei's umbrella, Xie Wei saw the smiling eyes of that man.Ten miles of spring breeze can't blow out the kind of unreasonable affection, and the smile is as gentle and long as the shallow stream flowing through thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Xia Ji's gaze stayed on Xie Wei's face, and he said in surprise: "Brother, haven't you used the Lingling Grass yet?"

Xie Wei was slightly taken aback.Back then he was injured by the evil spirit, although he recovered his life, his body was covered with scars that could not be erased. In private, he did look for delicate grass to dispel the remaining evil spirit.But the Lingling Grass only takes a leaf every hundred years, and it is extremely fragile, so it is hard to come by.Where did he get the delicate grass?

"Why are you being polite to me? You can use what I gave you." Seeing that Xie Wei was still in a daze, Xia Ji put away his umbrella and got under Xie Wei's umbrella, "Go back to your room, I'll help you." You take medicine."

Xie Wei's umbrella is more than enough for one person, but not enough for two people. The two are close together so that they can barely get wet.Not only was Xia Ji not too crowded, but he was in high spirits, flirting with flowers and grass along the way.

When he arrived at Xie Wei's room, one of Xie Wei's shoulders was soaked.Xia Ji was holding a lot of flowers and weeds, took a vase for viewing from the wooden cabinet, poured half of the water, and stuffed the flowers and plants into the narrow vase.

Xia Ji went to the window, stretched out his hand to catch the rainwater dripping from the eaves, and washed away the petals and grass clippings that were all over his hands.

"Go change your clothes, don't catch a cold." When Xie Wei came out from the room, he had already changed into a clean black gown, and he was holding a set of red clothes that he hadn't worn.

Xia Ji said hello, and went into the inner room to change clothes.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xie Wei dug out the carved wooden box from the corner, and blew the dust on it.Fortunately, it was not lost.

"It just fits." Xia Ji opened the bead curtain and walked out.Xie Wei's eyes couldn't help but fixate on Xia Ji, a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a tall and straight figure, his clothes fluttered when he walked, like a flash of bright fireworks.

"You." Xia Ji opened the wooden box and looked at the slightly withered wilted spirit grass in disappointment, "Even if it's rare, don't be reluctant to use it. If you pick it all up, if you let it sit, it will wither sooner or later rot."

Xie Wei really didn't expect that this unattractive grass was actually a delicate grass that was hard to buy, let alone that Xia Ji would give it to him.

Although the outside world doesn't know who Xia Ji is, Xie Wei does.

Speaking of Xia Ji, one must mention Mr. Yuheng.No one in the comprehension world knows Mr. Yuheng.For tens of thousands of years, countless people have practiced hard, but they can't become immortals by epiphany. When their lifespan is about to expire, they can't help wondering whether people can become immortals.

That kind of suspicion intensified, and the cultivation world had been bleak for thousands of years, and when it was about to die out, Lord Yuheng was born, became famous at a young age, and ascended to immortality.Cultivation sects have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and they regard Lord Yuheng as the number one immortal in the world, and respect him as Immortal Yuheng.

The mountain that Yuheng-jun ascended to is called Xingzhi Mountain.Because of Mr. Yuheng, that little-known mountain peak gave birth to the first immortal sect, the school of practice.

The sword that Jun Yuheng used before his ascension was just an ordinary saber, which was enshrined in the ancestral hall as the treasure of the Xingzhi School, and was admired by thousands of people.

But any person or thing that has a little relationship with Mr. Yu Heng will become famous and attract everyone to flock to him.

But Mr. Yuheng's only son, Xia Ji, was a calm and peaceful tree amidst the mountains and rain.

Since Xie Wei joined Xingzhi School, Xia Ji has taken care of him a lot, Xie Wei can't help but feel a little fearful.

"Junior Brother, the Lingling Grass is too expensive, you should take it back."

"There is no reason to take back the things that are sent out." Xia Ji took out the slender grass, and told the little boy at the door to go to the medicine hall to get a pounding mortar, remove the withered parts, tear the slender grass into small pieces, and put them away Pound it into a mortar for pounding medicine.

When the Lingling Grass was broken, wisps of pure white spiritual energy swirled and overflowed. Just by inhaling some spiritual energy, Xie Wei felt refreshed.

Seeing that the herb was almost smashed, Xia Ji took out a delicate dagger from his sleeve, intending to take some blood from his fingertips.

Xie Wei snatched the dagger with his hands, and said in a slightly harsh tone, "What are you doing?"

"Although the slender grass can dispel the evil spirit, it cannot guarantee that you will no longer be corroded by the evil spirit. My father walked lightly with two sleeves and left nothing for me. He only left me the blood that is dedicated to restraining the evil spirit. It is not too stingy to think about it. .”

Xia Ji said it calmly, but Xie Wei couldn't help but feel worried when he heard it.The four evil spirits have wreaked havoc on the world for a long time, and the world is not peaceful. There are not a few people who have been eroded by the evil spirit, and there are only a few herbs to dispel the evil spirit. If a small number of people are rescued, it means that the rest of the people can only suffer torment and die.

If the world knew that Xia Ji's blood was the nemesis of evil spirit... Xie Wei couldn't imagine the consequences.

"Junior brother, don't talk nonsense about this matter outside."

Xia Ji bent his eyes and smiled, his voice was crisp and childish, "I'm just telling you. Brother, can you return the dagger to me now?"

Xie Wei said seriously: "No."

Seeing Xie Wei's reckless appearance, Xia Ji couldn't help but smile: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

After the medicine was ready, Xia Ji said, "Brother, I'll give you the medicine."

Xie Wei coughed slightly in embarrassment, and the two children guarding the door closed the door knowingly.

The light in the room is dimmed, and the moist breeze blows over the windowsill with the chirping of birds, and the emerald green bamboo shakes off the crystal water drops.

The two sat on the soft couch, Xia Ji untied the knot of the bandage on the back of Xie Wei's head, and the white bandages fell to the ground, and a pair of figures were reflected in the bronze mirror.

The red-clothed boy was magnificent, while the black-clothed boy was ugly.

The dark night covers the sky and hides the unknown ugliness.

Xie Wei only looked at himself in the glasses, then closed his eyes.He hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time, and hasn't peeled off the scabbed scars for a long time to see the blood dripping inside.

When those gentle hands touched Xie Wei's face, the throbbing place on his chest was extremely painful, but warm.

Seeing that Xie Wei's eyes were closed, Xia Ji bit his index finger and dripped two drops of blood into the herb.He took out a snow-white veil from his sleeve, with a light blue snowflake embroidered on it, dipped the veil with medicinal juice, and gently applied it to every wound.

Those scars were old and new.The old scars were left by Xie Wei after being burned by evil spirits, while the overlapping new scars were scratched by Xie Wei himself after he went crazy.

The medicine juice penetrated into the wound, it was refreshing and cool, and after a short period of comfort, the fine pain was caught off guard.Xie Wei clenched his palms tightly, his brows furrowed, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Xia Ji asked: "Does it hurt?"

Xie Wei replied: "It doesn't hurt."

Xia Ji whispered something deceitful, leaned closer to Xie Wei, and whispered in his ear: "Brother, there is still half of the herbs left, it's a pity to throw them away, why don't you just apply them all?"

Xie Wei replied: "Okay." Xie Wei still closed his eyes, his eyes were dark, he clearly felt that Xia Ji had removed his coat, and that pair of slender fingers unbuttoned his coat.

Xia Ji finished painting Xie Wei's back, and caressed the red birthmark with her fingertips inadvertently.

The medicine juice on Xie Wei's face had dried up, Xia Ji took out a new bandage from the closet and wrapped it around him.

The closet is full of white bandages, like a grand and lonely sacrifice, even if they can't be used up, it's good to use them as white silk to hang yourself.

Xia Ji was inexplicably sad. After wrapping up the bandage, he put his arms around Xie Wei's neck from behind, and said softly: "Brother, I will make you recover."