Su Guanhai patted Balian's shoulder very affectionately, his proud smile calmed down, and he said with a touch of relief:
"Boy, you are very nice and what you say makes sense. I hope you can become good friends with A Jing. He will definitely like you."
Bailian felt very helpless.
He thought, your son is too late to hate him now, so how can he like him?
However, he also knew that being a parent was not easy. Today, Su Guanhai took him up the mountain for treatment and even gave Yin Baishuang precious medicine. He accepted his love.
Since he wanted to make the relationship between him and Su Jing more harmonious, although he was not good at communicating with others, he was willing to give it a try.
Balian nodded, glanced at the vacant guest room not far away, and said with a wry smile: "Senior Su, you must have had this idea early in the morning, otherwise how could you arrange this junior's temporary residence with him like this?
It’s close.”
Su Guanhai was startled, then turned around and led him again, "Tsk tsk... I never expected that Brother Yu could give birth to such an exquisite and intelligent son. He is really lucky~"
Sincere words of envy without any disguise will not make people think that these words are half false.
But Balian showed an extremely bitter and self-deprecating smile.
Blessing?
In his father's eyes, he is probably the only shame of Tianxi Sword Sect...
After a whole afternoon, with the help of Su Guanhai, the injuries in Bailian's body were finally stabilized, so that no harm or hidden dangers would be left.
Next, I relied on my own spiritual power to nurse and recover from my injuries.
After bidding farewell to Su Guanhai, Bailian found a wooden bucket for bathing in the room and went to the small kitchen in the other courtyard to boil some hot water and prepare to bathe and change clothes.
Although Su Guanhai told him that his Taixuan Sect's clothing was stored in the wooden cabinet in the room, he had been fighting to the death one after another in recent days, and this time he had a lot of blood and sweat all over his body.
He had a slight mysophobia, so he still wanted to boil some hot water and wash himself properly.
By the time the hot water boils, the sun is setting and night is falling.
Balian took off his tattered clothes and soaked his body in the hot water. His cold body was wrapped in the hot water. The feeling of comfort made Balian feel like he was sleepy.
He leaned on the edge of the barrel and looked at the moonlight and stars outside through the window lattice. For a moment, his mood became extremely peaceful and calm.
The damage caused by Bai Ming Dan, which was like the coming of winter, has completely passed. The cold residual warmth of his body made his body bones instantly become extremely lazy under the soaking of hot water.
Who would have thought that for the first time in his life, he would go down the mountain alone, and before he could even get out of the jurisdiction of the Tianxi Sword Sect, he would encounter all kinds of troubles, and even attract members of the legendary Demon Sect.
Now, by accident, we have come to the Taixuan Holy Sect, which is thousands of miles away.
Although the three major Immortal Sect families are united to resist the invasion of the Demon Sect, the relationship between the disciples of each sect has been very harmonious for many years.
But when he came to Taixuan Sect today, he did not see other disciples of the mountain sect, but he met the two highest-ranking figures of Taixuan Sect first.
Especially Su Guanhai, for some reason... he could always faintly feel Su Guanhai's extraordinary kindness and love for him.
Logically speaking, shouldn't this kind of love and appreciation should appear in his father?
Even though he is as smart as a demon, he couldn't figure this out for a while...
However, the rumor that the three sects are connected by the same spirit and have maintained harmony with each other for many years is true.
He and Yin Baishuang were just juniors, but they were able to let the head of Taixuan Sect and his wife personally heal their injuries.
I thought that going up the mountain to ask for medicine this time would be a little troublesome.
I never thought it would go so smoothly.
While I was thinking wildly, I heard the sound of porcelain and jade being smashed in anger from the bamboo house next door, as well as the irritated muffled roar from over there.
Balian was startled, thinking to himself that it was an amazing state to be able to copy a book to such a painful level.
He wiped off the water drops on his body, took the Taixuan Zong Mansion that had been placed next to the bathtub, dressed neatly, tied up his hair, and walked out of the door.
The two bamboo houses were very close to each other, and within a few steps of turning left, Bailian arrived at Su Jing's door.
After hesitating slightly for a moment, recalling Su Guanhai's instructions, Balian knocked on the door.
"Knock knock knock..."
What he received in exchange was the loud sound of a heavy object hitting the bamboo door.
Balian had no choice but to push the door by himself, but found that the door was locked internally and could not be pushed.
Although he can push the entire door open with his strength, it is not the behavior of a gentleman to forcefully tear down the owner's door.
Helpless, Balian continued to walk a few steps along the corridor and looked at the half-opened window.
Bailian reached out and pushed the window wider until the window could accommodate a person's size, then he climbed through the window with his feet and went in.
As soon as my feet touched the ground, I looked into the cold, hostile eyes at the table.
The black boy raised the white jade inkstone at his hand and made a gesture to throw it towards Bai Lian.
Bai Lian's eyelids twitched, and he recognized the inkstone at a glance as a jade spirit inkstone that was extremely rare among the Immortal Sect family.
Balian remembered that the jade spirit inkstone did not need to be polished manually. You only needed to put the brush into the inkstone, and the sharp edges of the brush would be stained with ink on their own.
Moreover, the ink is still the finest thousand-year-old ink. No matter how inferior the rice paper is, there will be no smearing.
Su Guanhai dotes on his only son so much that he even gave the rare jade spirit inkstone to his son.
"Stop!" Balian naturally couldn't bear to see him break such a good inkstone.
It's a pity that Su Jing's eyes were cold and he didn't listen at all. He still raised his hand to show off.
Bailian's eyes were fixed on the jade spirit inkstone that was being thrown out at any time, and he was ready to adjust the angle to catch the inkstone, and said in a hurry:
"You should have heard your father's instructions outside the door just now. He hoped that we could become good friends. Now that I'm here, is this how you treat your friends?"
He didn't expect that these lame words of persuasion would make him stop.
But I never thought that it would have unexpected effects.
The hand holding the jade spirit inkstone froze in mid-air. The hostility in Su Jing's eyes remained, but at the same time it was filled with a sense of confusion. He looked at Balian warily and murmured: "Friend?"
Balian showed a harmless smile, nodded, and said: "Not bad, friend."
Su Jing's eyebrows, which were darker than his face, quickly wrinkled, and he squeezed the jade spirit inkstone in his hand until it creaked.
"I have no friends, you are not my friend! And the person next to you ruined my manor, I don't like you!"
Balian said: "I apologize to you on her behalf. She did destroy that manor unintentionally. She might have been too worried about something happening to me at the time, so she didn't take into account the surrounding environment."
Su Jing never put down the inkstone in his hand. Obviously, this explanation could not alleviate his anger.
Parian suddenly felt something in her heart and said, "By the way, have you ever eaten such a big tomato?"
He stretched out his hand and made a small oval shape.
A hint of interest finally arose in Su Jing's dull eyes. He let go of the inkstone in his hand and frowned: "There are no such small tomatoes in the world."
Balian smiled and took out a Qiankun bag from his arms, and took out a crystal vial, which contained small brown seeds one by one. He took two steps forward and placed the crystal vial on his desk.
"Yes, this is a small tomato produced locally in the Zhongyou area. This is its seed. My mother left it to me. I ate small tomatoes like this when I was a child. It was very sweet. Take one bite and it is very refreshing after being chilled."
I remember that there was a time when he was young, like this young man, he had nothing to do, he made several potted plants and planted some fruits, vegetables and flowers that were not available in the soil.
His mother asked someone to find some seeds for him from Zhongyou, among which were the seeds of this small tomato.
When I got tired of reading, I started playing with these gadgets, and my life was pretty good.
It was just because he hurt his fellow disciples who bullied him in the Sword Sect and angered his father. When he raised an army to punish him, his sword energy swept across and completely destroyed all the gadgets he had planted.
He also said that he lost his ambition by playing with things and did not do his job properly.
From that day on, he never dug soil for planting again, and just kept reading and literacy.
Looking at the brown seeds in the exquisite crystal vase on the table, Su Jing's eyes lit up and he finally put down the inkstone in his hand. He took the porcelain vase in a daze and looked up at Balian with his little black face.
At this moment, you can actually see a trace of the innocence of a young man on his face.
He asked: "Can these seeds really grow such a small tomato?"
Balian nodded vigorously: "I lied to you that I was a puppy."
Su Jing showed a shallow, happy smile. He held the crystal bottle and said, "Give it to me?"
However, before Balian could speak, his expression turned solemn again, "Even if it's not given to me, I still want it!"
Balian smiled helplessly and said: "It's for you. Of course it's for you. Didn't I just say it? We are friends. It doesn't matter if I give it to you if you like it."
Because of those experiences in his childhood, even though Balian was not good at socializing and talking with others, he could see his own reflection in the dark boy in front of him.
Although he doesn't seem to have a very good personality, and is even said to be a bit cruel.
But the strange thing is that Bailian feels that compared to the sons of the same sect of similar age, he actually feels that getting along with Su Jing is extremely natural and easy.
People's eyes can't deceive. At first, Bailian might have come to talk to Su Guanhai because of his instructions, but after some time, he really wanted to be friends with him.
Looking into Balian's gentle eyes, Su Jing pursed her lips and said nothing further.
Balian smiled slightly, took out a soft cushion from under the table and sat down against him, holding his chin up and looking at him, "I see you really like this kind of seed, do you want to plant it together now?"
I haven’t planted anything in so many years, so I don’t know if I am unfamiliar with it.
Su Jing's eyes lit up and she looked at him and nodded violently. Then he realized something again. He frowned and said with a gloomy expression, "But I haven't finished the punishment assigned to me by my father, so I can't plant it with you."
this."
Balian pointed to the books spread out on his desk and asked, "Can I take a look?"
There was no hostility in Su Jing's eyes at this moment. He nodded and looked down at the crystal bottle in his hand.
Balian turned over the book and saw three big characters written on the front.
"The Art of Purifying the Heart."
Balian couldn't help but laugh a little, and secretly thought that Senior Su really had good intentions.
Su Jing was in a bad mood, so he punished him like this. It was a clever punishment.
But it was a pity. He remembered that he heard Su Guanhai say that Su Jing was born with a blocked Qi orifice.
My IQ is not that of ordinary people, and it is difficult to learn even the simplest reading and writing. How can I understand the secret by copying the Qingxin Jue?
Looking at the scattered rice paper on the table and the crooked words on the rice paper like earthworm graffiti, Balian knew why Su Jing felt so painful and irritable when copying.
Balian smiled and shook his head, took a blank piece of rice paper, spread it on the table, and pressed it down with a ruler.
Then he looked up at Su Jing and said, "Of course you can't disobey your father's orders. Let's sit down here and I'll teach you how to write and copy books.
If you don't understand the true meaning of Qingxin Jue today, just learn to write. When your task is successfully completed, I will go down the mountain with you to plant these little tomatoes together tomorrow morning."
Although Bai Lian didn't understand why Su Jing didn't plant fruits nearby when there was a courtyard here, but went to the foot of the mountain instead.
But seeing how much he loved that piece of land, I let him go.
There are not many words in the Jue of Purifying Heart, and it is a thin book. If Balian were to copy it, he would be able to memorize the entire Jue of Purifying Heart ten times, word by word, in just half an hour if he calmed down.
But if he had to teach Su Jing step by step how to copy this Heart-clearing Art, I'm afraid it would take a lot of time...
The night is getting darker and the people are quiet in the late night. This is the mountain behind Tianze, and there is a night spirit that is compelling.
The night outside the window was vast and deep, and even the view inside the bamboo house couldn't help but become dim.
Balian took a slender silver needle and brightened the candles in the two desks. The dim candlelight illuminated his fair face, which made him feel peaceful and warm, making him look like a handsome scholar in the world.
Su Jing looked at his face blankly, a little lost in thought.
Balian noticed his gaze and looked back at him, "Huh? What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Su Jing shook his head and looked not in a good mood. He lowered his head and said: "My mother and my father were both born very white, but I am very black. They all said that I was a bastard they picked up.
"
Balian's handsome eyebrows couldn't help but frown.
From what Su Jing said, it goes without saying that they are disciples of the same generation.
Su Jing has a bad appearance, a sinister personality, and he doesn't do things lightly or seriously. It's understandable that others don't like to associate with him.
But the word 'wild species' was passed over.
Balian was a little angry, so his brows could not help but become cold. He looked at Su Jing and said, "I think you are quite powerful. They said this about you, did you beat them up?"
Su Jing nodded and answered honestly: "I almost beat them to death. After that, they never dared to say that to me again."