Ning Ji still doesn't know that he is being hated by others.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

He didn't take a dip in the cold pool yesterday. After getting up today, he frowned slightly and planned to practice his sword for a while to calm down.

The boy was already waiting outside.

When I saw him coming out, he was inserting the newly folded peach blossoms in the courtyard into white porcelain.

He glanced at it casually: "Where did this white porcelain come from?"

Ning Ji remembered that he had never collected porcelain of this kind before.

The texture of the white porcelain is clear and moist, and there are faint fluctuations of spiritual energy on it. You can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary product.

His eyes paused, and the boy stopped his hand, bowed and said, "Senior Brother Chu sent this to me last night."

"They said that the peach blossoms in the courtyard have been blooming recently. Let me fold some and put them in a porcelain vase. Zhenjun will feel better after seeing them."

The protagonist suffers?

Ning Ji really didn't expect that this white porcelain was sent by Chu Jinxiao.

The boy glanced at Bai Porcelain and whispered:

"Zhenjun, the color of this white porcelain is very good. It is very pleasing to the eye when placed next to the peach blossoms."

"Senior Brother Chu is really discerning."

Ning Ji looked towards the window coffin.

Today is a rainy day, the spring rain is gurgling outside the eaves, the house is dark, and a breeze blows in, which gives the porcelain flowers a unique flavor.

Although he didn't like Chu Jinxiao, he had to admit it.

He has really good eyesight.

He is indeed a gentleman in the book.

He had been treating him coldly these past few days, but Chu Jinxiao actually didn't care at all.

He pursed his lips slightly.

There was a faint red color on the pale lips.

The boy was waiting for the Immortal Lord to speak, but saw him look away from the peach blossom again.

"Now that it's plugged in, just put it there."

His tone sounded like he didn't care much.

The boy was a little disappointed, but he just thought it was because he didn't do a good job.

Seeing that the immortal was about to go out, he quickly picked up a white robe.

"Your Majesty, it's raining outside, please put on a robe."

People who cultivate themselves are not afraid of cold or heat.

However, Ning Ji has been harassed by fire, poison, and suppressed by cold pools all year round. His body is no longer as good as before.

His fingertips were cold. After looking at the drizzle outside, he shook his head.

"No need."

Under the ghost mask, the man looked like an aloof immortal, with no emotion in his eyes.

The boy thought that His Majesty's temper had improved a lot these days.

At this moment, my heart stopped.

Then he realized that this was the Immortal Lord Ning Ji. He cut off the Qilin Vein with one sword and was regarded as the master of Jie Jianfeng who was the best swordsman in Kyushu.

——He doesn’t need sympathy.

His heart tightened.

Then he saw that Zhenjun had withdrawn his gaze.

…

The rain falls in a steady patter.

Because it was spring, it was not too cold on Jiejian Peak.

Ning Ji walked all the way through the mountain road and came to the back mountain. But he didn't expect that someone was already there.

Chu Jinxiao stopped when he heard the voice, turned around and saw that the person who came was Master, a surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Master."

He looks a bit paler today, but his clear and beautiful face has not diminished at all.

It even looked a little more stunning under the rain.

Ning Ji smelled the light fragrance emanating from the air with the tip of his nose.

It was even stronger than it was in the courtyard yesterday.

He frowned slightly, but before he could speak, Chu Jinxiao said, "Master, will you come to practice sword practice today too?"

He pursed his lips, put away his sword, and walked out of the rain and mist. Only then did Ning Ji notice that there was a white cloth wrapped around his wrist, and blood was faintly oozing from it.

"You are hurt?"

With just one glance, he knew that Chu Jinxiao had injured his meridians.

Chu Jinxiao looked pale and said with a smile, "Master, thank you for your trouble."

"It's just that I practiced swordplay here last night. I accidentally lost my concentration and injured my meridians without noticing."

Loss of concentration damaged the meridians.

He spoke so calmly that it was difficult for others to tell him anything else.

But what made Ning Ji frown was that he only asked the opponent to go down the mountain for training yesterday.

He injured his meridians today.

There are no such coincidences in this world.

Does this mean he is a fool?

Chu Jinxiao looked at his face without avoiding it.

After waiting for a while, when he saw that Ning Ji stopped talking, he felt sad, raised his eyes slightly, just tightened his hands and said reluctantly:

"If Master wants to practice swordsmanship, then Jinxiao won't bother you."

The rain in the forest beats the bamboo leaves.

The patter of rain covered the mountain road.

Just when Chu Jinxiao was about to leave, Ning Ji finally spoke: "Let's wait until the rain stops before going down."

He did not express any opinion on Chu Jinxiao's injury.

His attitude towards him was as cold as ever.

Chu Jinxiao stopped.

Ning Ji coughed lowly at this time and ignored it after finishing speaking.

He was supposed to practice swordplay, but the protagonist lost some interest here.

Now that we have come this far.

It would be a pity to go back.

After looking at the raindrops outside the eaves, Ning Ji pressed his forehead and held the book.

Chu Jinxiao hesitated for a moment, then tightened his grip and sat in the pavilion.

Before I knew it, a long time had passed, and at some point, the rain had stopped.

When Ning Ji closed the book, he saw Chu Jinxiao peeking at him.

Seeing him raise his eyes, he was a little startled before he had time to dodge, but he quickly came back to his senses.

Ning Ji:……

Such a look in his eyes, he could feel it even if he was just a piece of wood.

What's more, the person looking at him did not restrain himself.

To be honest, he doesn't really understand why the protagonist Shou likes him.

Is it just because he once saved him?

Then this kind of liking is too casual.

His thoughts wandered for a moment.

Chu Jinxiao sat there with his hands wrapped around his hands. Seeing the master raise his head, his eyebrows softened: "Master, the rain has stopped."
To be continued...