The gentle breeze is warm and the sunflowers are fragrant, and the black silk clothes are light and the wine is slightly mellow. The days pass peacefully, and the years are suddenly stormy and then calm again. It is so beautiful that people often suspect that this is an illusion.

But it is clearly real and tangible.

On the surface, the relationship between Jingche and Bailifeng is calm, but in fact, the relationship inevitably becomes erratic. It seems like they are wandering between two extremes. They both know that if they are not careful, everything will be shattered and each other will be destroyed.

He was extremely careful. Only on rare occasions would there be some very peaceful and beautiful moments, such as when he was really drunk and Yu Xi was not present.

In fact, as long as Jing Che relents a little, then these precious scenes will not be so insignificant in the long years. But if Jing Che is not Jing Che, then the time is not the old time.

The days are like a sapling that took root but died prematurely.

In a flash, it was August. It rained heavily in the south for seven days and seven nights, and the severe drought turned into floods. Rumors began to spread out of nowhere, "There is a vision coming from the sky, it is the demon king who is about to be born!" But the rumor mongers could not even see the shadow of the demon king.

It is described as miraculous without seeing it, and in the ears of those who know it, they can only laugh with disdain.

Only Baili Fengjian himself knows that the demon king's soul is still sealed in his body.

August 24th, that day cast a long shadow in the years and will never be forgotten.

Early in the morning, Jing Che left Yunqin Peak to go to the main peak to find Ye Xiu. Before he left the mountain gate, he encountered a hurried disciple of Jingyu Peak, dressed in white and red collar.

When he met Jing Che, he nodded to say hello.

Jingyu Peak disciples rarely come to Yunqin Peak. Jing Che asked curiously: "Senior brother, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

He shook his head helplessly and replied: "Miss Yu is ill. The Sword Master invited Master Lu to see her. Master is telling me to go down the mountain to find medicine."

Although Jing Che was not worried, he was not gloating about his misfortune. He only thought that it had nothing to do with him. The two of them were polite and were about to leave. The disciple suddenly thought of something and called Jing Che with some sympathy: "By the way, Junior Sister, Yu

The girl said that her house is always gloomy and has too little sunlight, and she told the sword master that she wanted to live in your house instead."

"Master agrees?" Jing Che frowned in anger.

"I don't know. It depends on what the sword master says. I'll go down the mountain first." After he finished speaking, he took up his sword and rushed into the clouds.

The sunlight that slanted all over her body seemed to have a layer of coldness, and she was so angry that she was shaking all over.

In the past, she pretended to be pitiful to win sympathy, and showed off her sweetness with her master in front of her intentionally or unintentionally. She could tolerate these. After all, Yu Xi did not provoke others, and she had no position to make endless troubles. She did not expect that now she would take advantage of her illness.

To be so arrogant.

So what about Master, how will he make a decision? Will he accept Yu Xi's poor Chu Chu, or will he leave some room for her?

Jing Che thought to himself that the master would never agree to Yu Xi's ridiculous request. But he turned around and walked back to the house to wait to see if he would come to her.

Just as I sat down and put a pot of water on the stove to boil, there was a knock on the door.

Without waiting for her to answer, Baili Fengjian pushed open the door and came in. He looked inside the room and finally focused his eyes on Jing Che, who was sitting upright, and said casually: "Good morning."

Jing Che just played with the cups on the table without looking at him. He smiled softly and said, "Master, what's the matter?"

"Yes." Baili Fengjian said with rare sincerity, moved a stool opposite Jingche and sat down.

Jing Che hid the disappointment in his eyes. When he raised his eyes, he saw the sunlight pouring in from the whole room and shining abundantly on Master's back. Her house was the one with the best lighting in the entire Yunqin Peak. Baili Fengjian gave her the best light at the time.

When she chose this house to live in, she thought it was too far away from her master, but he explained seriously that she should receive more sunshine so that she would not feel dark and grow skewed.

But looking at it now, the warm sunlight filling the room is a bit too dazzling.

"Yu Xi is sick and wants to live in a south-facing house with more sunshine. You..."

With a "bang", the cup slammed onto the table. This loud sound made Baili Fengjian pause for a moment and then calmly continued: "She wants to change rooms with you."

Jing Che sneered, turned around and picked up the teapot on the stove as if nothing had happened, his hands shaking with so much strength.

It seemed as if what was boiling on the stove at this moment was not a pot of tea, but her heart and soul, which were in torment and difficult to escape.

Jing Che slowly raised his eyes and said coldly: "What does her illness have to do with me? Well, even if it has something to do with me, why should I let her live in the house? I like rooms with lots of sunshine, so I just

What's wrong with occupying the latrine and not taking a shit?"

When Baili Fengjian came, he knew he would be ridiculed by her, and he knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't say much.

Jing Che poured tea into the cup calmly: "Isn't the room where you put the porcelain sculptures also faces south? Why don't you make it available for her to live in?"

"They've all been given the same name, so why care about whether they are the same person? Why are you pretending to be mysophobic at this time?"

Baili Fengjian squinted and stared at Jing Che's flawless expression, with a dangerous look on his face against the light.

Jing Che looked into his bottomless pupils without any fear. The teapot in his hand was still overflowing with water. When it poured on his hand, he remembered to avoid it. The hot water splashed a few blisters in the tiger's mouth, turning it red.

Both of them are proud people who will not compromise. If he hurts her, she will show all the thorns in her body and pay him back.

"It's fine if you don't want to change it. Why make such a fuss?" She calmly took the cup on the table, glanced at her burned hand, and finally resisted asking.

"To Master, aren't all the things in this world trivial?" Jing Che smiled nonchalantly, as if he didn't care. "But to me, maybe it's a big matter that can subvert something."

He squinted his eyes and squinted at her. Where did she learn this tone of voice, which could be so enchanting and bewitching? The soft and waxy voice seemed to be invulnerable to soft and hard words.

Responding to such a strange disciple made Baili Fengjian feel tired, and his tone became darker, as if there was a layer of fog: "Ache, what's wrong with you?"

If they continued to fight tit for tat, Jing Che could still use sarcastic words to vent all the anger in his heart. But now he has weakened first, and she has won, but no matter how aggressive he is, it is boring.

Jing Che tried to sit down calmly and tell him what happened to her. But when he thought about how he had to make her compromise and let her invade her territory for the sake of a substitute, she couldn't help but feel hysterical.

Contradicted between the two, she remained silent for a long time.

Baili Fengjian was so upset that he broke the silence and got up, found the medicine box in her room, took the medicine and said, "Give me your hand."

Without waiting for her to take action, he took her hand and was too strong to refuse.

"I'm fine." She impatiently tried to retract her hand.

"Don't you know it hurts to pour such hot water on your hands? Are you going to torture yourself to protest against me?" He raised his eyebrows and asked two questions in succession.

Jingche seemed stunned for no reason. "Master, are you worried about me?"

"You are simply baffled -" He carefully adjusted the ointment, and inadvertently raised his eyes, meeting her eyes, and his words were immediately stunned.

Long and obsessed, sad and lingering. He is not a fool. If he can't see the clues in his eyes, he has been wandering around the romantic field for so many years in vain.

But this look actually came from his apprentice.

"Yes, I am confused."

Even if he sees through it, he doesn't want to expose it. If the conversation continues, the rules will be violated.

Before even having time to apply the medicine for her, Baili Fengjian stood up and left: "The ointment is ready, you can apply it yourself."

Deliberately calm.

"Master," she called him decisively, "just think that I am being unreasonable and that I am self-destructive."

She did not dodge or dodge, but went straight in, like a prairie fire that could not be burned out. Baili Fengjian couldn't pull his legs away, and stood with his back for a long time. The halo traced on his side, like a holy god.

His mind went blank, and all the correspondences in the past were traceable. He should have thought of it but could always ignore it. It was not until this problem burst out uncontrollably that he had to face it. He could only face it by being caught off guard.

At a loss, he only said slowly: "It's really...ridiculous."

"Is it ridiculous to love you?" Her voice sounded extremely sober. The tea was still boiling on the stove, and the hot white smoke entangled in the room and dispersed in the air.

"I am your master." He was a little angry.

"I know."

"Then you shouldn't be obsessed!"

"Master can have obsessions, why can't I? You can bring a substitute back to Yunqin Peak because of an obsession. You clearly don't love her, but you still want to use her to hurt the people who love you. Are you so obsessed?

Should reading be taken for granted?"

A sad shadow passed through Baili Fengjian's eyes, reflecting her clenched face, her expression motionless, perhaps with her usual nonchalant expression, or perhaps she was in shock.

In this world, she is the only one who dares to talk to him like this.

Jing Che stared at the blisters on his hands, and his tone was inexplicably sad, "Master, in the end, the most miserable person is me. I know you are cold and cold, but I still love you regardless of everything."

"Jingche," he pronounced her name eloquently, distantly and deliberately, "you should wake up."

"I just want to love you."

Thinking that he was going to say something, he just glanced at him, threw his hands and walked away. The light from outside poured in wantonly from the wide open door, and there was nowhere to hide in the darkness of the room. He was forced to a corner and dissipated.

No matter how much he hid or fled, he could not avoid her most direct warmth.

He was no longer a warrior, but he met her who dared to be arrogant and shouting. His strength meant that he would not lose, but he would not win either.

They are destined to face each other like this forever.

Jing Che was the only one left in the room. He sat in the room facing the sun and was stunned. The smoke from the stove was still curling up. The heat that had just burned his hand suddenly started to hurt.

She thought for a while, got up and went to Jing Yufeng with her sword.

In the past, Xing Che would often go to see Lu Shenyu, and now she was familiar with Jingyufeng. Just when she was at the gate of the mountain, a disciple told her that Master Lu was in the alchemy room.

Lu Shenyu was slightly surprised to see Jing Che, but he probably knew why she came: "Ah Che, why are you free to come here today?"

"Uncle Lu, I have some burns on my hands. Please apply some medicine for me." She stretched out her hand pitifully.

Lu Shenyu chuckled: "Doesn't your master know how to apply medicine?"

But after seeing Jing Che's not-so-good expression, he asked kindly: "Why, are you having trouble with your master again?"

Jing Che did not answer directly, but asked: "Uncle Lu, what disease does Yu Xi have?"
Chapter completed!