The long-term decadence has made Baili Fengjian habitually do nothing or save things.
He is such a person, too free and easy, so he doesn't want to explain more and just lets it happen. Even this time, it was the same.
He was convinced that Jingche would not forgive him, so he ran away before getting the result. He thought that letting her go and acquiescing to what she said to "sever the master-disciple relationship" would be good to her.
He is born with a sense of arrogance. Although he is not self-righteous, he does not think that his decision is wrong.
However, when the small sobs coming from the quilt gradually grew louder and merged into cries that could no longer be suppressed, he still didn't know that his words only brought a strong sense of humiliation to Jingche.
They were already so impatient to push her away.
Is it because he felt that what happened that night would be too embarrassing for the majestic Jiahuang Sword Master to be spread out? But wasn’t all this caused by him standing by and watching? Or maybe he was ruthless and indifferent to begin with, but now he finally revealed his true nature.
I thought that even if he had troubles, he should apologize when they reunited after the disaster, but what was waiting was his irresponsible shirk.
She just wanted to sneer, this was the good master whom A Niang had entrusted to her. But she couldn't laugh and couldn't stop crying.
She blocked her mouth with force, feeling that it was too embarrassing to cry in front of him.
He was heartless, and she shouldn't have tears. But she couldn't help but think of his gentle eyebrows, his soft voice, the touch of her rubbing the green stubble on his chin, and the peace of mind she felt sleeping on his back.
, everything has been separated by a long time, and when I think about it, it is covered with a layer of desolate moonlight.
However, the past a few days ago seemed to have been left on the shore at dawn. Now she was a drop in the ocean, isolated and helpless. It was not only the cold sea water that submerged her, but also his indifferent and deep eyes.
The person standing in front of her seemed to have changed to another person, not her master, but the heartless Baili Fengjian, who stood by and watched the suffering of the people in the world, and was indifferent to her pain.
At this moment, a warm hand covered her knuckles and pulled away the wrinkled corner of the quilt in her hand.
"Ah Che." His voice was always low and gentle, as if he was in a hazy state of drunkenness and could not hear his tone clearly.
He leaned over and lifted her quilt, and the remaining traces of her tears were exposed in the salty and humid air. Her whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were red and swollen, but the look in her eyes was not weak, sad and stubborn.
Sad and proud.
Although she was not taciturn, she didn't know how to express his comfort at this time. She stretched out her hand to smooth out the little apprentice's hair that was wet with tears at her temples, but she knocked it off hard.
"No need to be hypocritical, Baili Sword Master." She stared directly at the exquisite carvings on the top of the bed, deliberately not looking at his handsome face.
When I heard the words "Baili Sword Saint", it was like a sharp blade stabbing into my heart.
He was not one who was willing to put a hot face on a cold butt. After a slight pause, he sighed softly, straightened up again, and said seriously: "We can't stay in Chi Yuan's boat for too long. If you feel that you are fine, then we will set off immediately.
Bar."
He bit his lip for a long time and did not answer. His eyes were so sore. In the blink of an eye, a tear trail snaked down the side of his face and dripped into the pillow.
She replied succinctly: "Oh."
She stopped making noises, but it made people more worried. At this moment, he would rather she get angry, point at his nose and curse.
Facing such a dead Jing Che, even if he had thousands of words to say, he could only hesitate to speak at this moment, Baili Fengjian simply turned around and went out.
Chi Yuan and Ye Xiu were still waiting outside the door. When they saw him coming out, they had a more solemn and slumped expression than before, and they knew a little bit in their hearts.
"I want to leave for Qianzhiling today." Baili Fengjian said to Chi Yuan.
"I have already ordered people to prepare the supplies on the ship, as well as special approval documents, to ensure that the ship can travel smoothly between ports," Chi Yuan said, "But Sword Master, Chi Yuan has an unkind request."
"Let's talk."
Pushing Yexiu in front of him, Chi Yuan said: "Yexiu is a Zhenyi man I rescued from the bureaucrats. Because of his identity, he can only serve as a shadow guard by my side. He has excellent muscles and bones and is a good practitioner."
Material, I hope the Sword Master can allow him to follow you back to Jiahuang Mountain and let him worship under the Nanqiong Sect, so that this excellent talent will not be wasted."
He took a look at the young man in front of him. He had a good skin, a face like a crown of jade, and sword-like eyebrows. He had the scholar's Confucianism and the killer's silence and forbearance. Regardless of his qualifications, he was just domineering.
The cold aura is an excellent piece of martial arts training material. Nan Qiong has closed the gate for the troubled times in recent years, and has not admitted new disciples for a long time. If he can become a disciple of Nan Qiong, there will be no shortage of new blood.
After thinking about it this way, I agreed.
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At nightfall, while the navy was changing shifts, a group of people moved from the big ship to the small boat. After all, Chi Yuan was the admiral of the navy, and his subordinates were a mixed bag. He couldn't do this kind of thing to cover a wanted criminal too blatantly.
Ye Xiu and Bai Li Fengjian entered the cabin first, while Chi Yuan and Jing Che were still walking on the deck.
Chi Yuan was hesitant all the way as to whether he, an outsider, should offer any persuasion. Finally, when no one was around, he spoke: "A Che, you don't have to be so determined."
"You don't understand." Jing Che, who had been silent all this time, raised his eyes coldly and interrupted him.
The sea breeze wraps up in the blurry moonlight, and the waves lap at the lonely reef.
Chi Yuan gave a bitter smile, filled with the bitterness of the memory, and said, "I said I understand, do you believe it?"
Who has not come through the scarlet years, who has never experienced the helplessness of duplicity, and grievances may not be unilaterally suffered.
That year, he stabbed Zuo Ting into his chest with a handleless sword, and his own hands were also bloody. This misunderstanding lasted for several years between him and Zuo Ting, and the torture during this period was self-evident.
Learning from the past, he didn't want to watch the rift between Jing Che and Juggernaut's master and disciple grow bigger and bigger until the day when it was truly irreversible.
Because you care so much, your relationship is fragile. If you don't care, why should you suffer?
However, Jingche is a hard person to convince: "Even if you understand, you are not me. How do you know my suffering?"
Chi Yuan wanted to explain: "Actually, that night Sword Master..."
"I don't want to hear it." Jingche interrupted him decisively, and Jingche walked past him quickly, eager to leave the topic.
She really didn't want to hear it. When she mentioned that night, the endless shame and unwashable filth seemed to drown her and suffocate her. She didn't want to recall it, not even for a moment.
Slightly irritated, I lifted the curtain and wanted to go inside, but I bumped into the chest of the man who was about to walk out.
Even though there was a layer of fabric between them, the girl's body touched his arms with a warm and soft breath, which still made the man slightly startled.
She raised her eyes and saw the circle of green beard stubble, and immediately took a few steps away nervously. He also turned sideways to make way for him, and when he opened his mouth to call out, she hurriedly walked forward.
Baili Fengjian knew he was bored, so he shut up, and the two turned away from each other without saying a word.
Jing Che sat down in the cabin distractedly, only to find that there was already a person sitting inside, dressed in black, silent and almost without a sense of presence.
"Why are you here?" Frowning his eyebrows, Jing Che was inexplicably irritable and didn't have a good tone.
Yexiu glanced at her sideways, then looked straight ahead coldly, and said: "Apprenticeship."
Jing Che's heart tightened.
There can only be one disciple of the Sword Master. If Ye Xiu also wants to be his disciple, it means that she will be...
Actually, I do care.
Even though she was clamoring to sever the master-disciple relationship with him, when she heard Ye Xiu talk about becoming a disciple, she felt a strong sense of worry in her heart.
It was Baili Fengjian who had clearly told her to choose another apprenticeship, but before she even made a choice, he had already prepared a way out!
As ruthless as he is, he doesn't even spare the slightest bit of affection.
She felt isolated and helpless for a moment, and her heart was extremely sour. She lay down on the bed and covered her face with the quilt. It seemed that only in this way could she absorb some slight warmth. But this warmth was given to herself by herself.
The moonlight climbs up the window.
The silent Ye Xiu glanced at her and moved the corners of his mouth, but remained silent.
Baili Fengjian did not appear in the cabin again, and it was quiet for a long time before Jing Che noticed that the ship was moving.
He had to leave this land of right and wrong, go to a so-called pure land, and leave his tribe in dire straits on the other side, but most of the impassionedness in Jing Che's heart had been worn away.
If you already have too much time to take care of yourself, why take care of the world?
The night passed by.
Jingche felt no sleepiness at all and was someone who couldn't stay still, so he got up and walked outside the cabin.
The night wind was flamboyant and unruly, playing with Jingche's overly large robe, faintly outlining her curves. She was pure and enchanting. It was the unique and captivating beauty of a girl.
The sail was inflated into a beautiful arc, and the moon hung on one side of the sky. Jing Che squinted his eyes and looked up, but unexpectedly found a person sitting on the mast.
Xuanpao was hunting in the wind, his side face reflected in the shadow of the moon. He held a wine gourd, raised his head and took a sip.
Like a god - high above and out of reach. Jing Che suddenly had a feeling of being far away, but he was clearly so close.
When Baili Fengjian accidentally met her gaze from a distance, he couldn't help but pause.
Jing Che immediately looked away and pretended to be calm as ever, admiring the scenery on the deck.
In fact, there is sea inside and outside the waves, and this scenery is just wider than what you can see in the cabin. Jing Che looked very absent-mindedly, his body was unnaturally stiff, and he became nervous inexplicably.
He had already flown down from the mast and stood beside her.
It's late at night, the moon is dark and the wind is high. It is said that it is a good time to calm down the impetuous mind and have a long conversation. This is exactly what Baili Fengjian thought.
Unexpectedly, she struck first, her peach blossom eyes curved, and her smile was inexplicably enchanting: "Hey, Baili Sword Master also admires the moon?"
The knuckles holding the wine gourd suddenly turned pale, but there was nothing strange about Baili Fengjian's face. Instead, he raised the corners of his lips and reflected the undulating waves in his deep pupils: "Well, what a coincidence."