Rebirth master villain whitewashing strategy

"you're awake."

On the couch, Jiang Wuxie was staring at a camellia plant on the window eaves in a daze.

This flower was picked by Shen Jingliu Mao yesterday.

But where did he get it, Shen Jingliu didn't say, and Jiang Wuxie didn't ask either.

However, just because he doesn't ask doesn't mean he doesn't know.

Camellia likes to be warm and humid, and avoid exposure to the scorching sun.

In the whole Xuantian Sect, apart from the Qianmian Mountain where the inner disciples live, there is no other place to grow.

Jiang Wuxie still remembered that in his previous life, when he secretly went to Qianmian Mountain to secretly learn the techniques of the inner disciples, he saw this camellia in the Qianli Pavilion at that time.

It was early spring at that time, and under the budding willow trees, clusters of camellias were lying there hugging each other.

The willow tree is ten meters high, and the camellia is five meters high.

The white and tender flowers, like big round balls, are very pleasing and lovely to look at.

Jiang Wuxie was immediately fascinated.

The condition of Qingkuya is harsh, not to mention flowers, there are not many grasses.

Even if there is no shortage of flowers and plants throughout the year, there are very few flowers and grasses that can grow.

Even if it grows out, it is only a small and short bunch, not enough to spoil the scenery.

Jiang Wuxie once tried raising some things in the broken courtyard, but none of them survived for half a month.

In the end, he had no choice but to give up, and then kept company with a few weeds.

Therefore, when he saw the camellia, he couldn't move for a while.

But he couldn't get one back.

Each flower and tree in Qianli Pavilion is guarded by special disciples, so it is impossible for him who came here secretly to take the flowers away.

However, the flowers cannot be taken away, but the obsession is buried like this.

Therefore, as long as he could go to Qianmian Mountain, he would go to Qianli Pavilion to take a look.

Later, after becoming Shen Jingliu's apprentice, he moved from Qingkuya to Qingjing Peak, and Shen Jingliu gave him a camellia to decorate the house.

That camellia was also picked from Qianmian Mountain in Maoshi.

When Jiang Wuxie took the camellia from Shen Jingliu's hand at that time, his face was full of joy.

He still remembers Shen Jingliu's expressionless expression at that time, saying "I picked it up because I like it".

But this was nothing to Jiang Wuxie at the time.

After getting this flower, Jiang Wuxie had to water it every morning when he got up early to practice, and would tell it when he had something on his mind, he was reluctant to let it be blown by the wind and rain, and he would instill spiritual power in it every day, just like protecting a baby protect it.

But God did not wish.

The flower died in the end.

It was a rainy day, with countless heavy clouds pressing on the horizon.

That day was the day when he and Shen Jingliu broke up with his master and apprentice.

He was imprisoned in the house waiting to be released. During the struggle, the celadon bottle fell from the window and shattered to the ground.

Like his heart, it can no longer be made into a complete one.

Without a shelter, the flowers that fell on the ground quickly withered before his eyes.

The petals shrank into a ball and lay on the ground.

Like him, lifeless.

"You're awake." Shen Jingliu, who didn't get a response, repeated again.

He walked forward and saw Jiang Wuxie who was staring at Camellia in a daze.

He also followed his gaze, and his thoughts drifted to a long time ago.

The first time he met Jiang Wuxie in his previous life was in Qianli Pavilion.

That day, he intended to supervise the inner disciples' practice, but when he passed by Qianli Pavilion, he found Jiang Wuxi who had been staring at the camellia tree.

The young man raised his head, although his clothes were tattered, his eyes were full of starlight.

He had never seen that look before.

There are envy, excitement, joy, and yearning for life.

He has lived for so long and has seen too many pairs of eyes, but there is none as clear as Jiang Wuxie.

Later, after accepting Jiang Wuxie as an apprentice, he gave him a camellia as one of the apprenticeship gifts.

But the flower did not survive after all.

...

"Headmaster."

Jiang Wuxie spoke softly.

Shen Jingliu came out of the memories, narrowed his eyes, and nodded, "Yeah. Yesterday you suddenly passed out on the ground, and I asked Junior Brother Luo to come and see it. It's just that it's okay to be overworked. You still don't feel well. The place?"

As he spoke, he stood aside and watched him quietly.

Jiang Wuxie shook his head and thanked Shen Jingliu.

"It's not me that you want to thank, but Junior Brother Luo. You were in a coma and you were bullied before, and he was the only one who was busy prescribing medicines for pulse monitoring."

Shen Jing Liu Wu poured a cup of hot tea, bowed his head and took a sip.

Then he gave Jiang Wuxie another one.

Jiang Wuxie sat on the bed, holding tea, looked at Shen Jingliu's face through the clouds and mist, trembling his eyelashes, a glint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

"Really? Thank you, Elder Luo."

After a long pause, he spoke slowly.

"En." Shen Jingliu nodded lightly, his eyebrows swept over Jiang Wuxie's wrist, stared at it for two seconds, and said lightly: "Stretch out your hand."

Although his tone was light, there was a feeling that he couldn't refute.

Jiang Wuxie was taken aback by his move, didn't think about anything, and stretched out his hand out of nowhere.

Shen Jingliu looked at the other party's thin wrist due to years of malnutrition, squinted his eyes, said nothing, and then covered his own hand.

The moment his fingertips touched his wrist, Jiang Wuxie was surprised.

He didn't expect that after reliving his life, even his treatment would be changed.

After he was injured in the previous life, Shen Jingliu never felt his pulse in the future, and it was always Luo Shen who took care of him alone.

Shen Jingliu, as the headmaster of a faction, is always too busy to see anyone.

Even if we meet, it's just to guide him in his homework and correct his posture in sword practice.

Most of the time, this Qingjing Peak is just him.

The warm touch stayed for a while and then suddenly left, Jiang Wuxie felt lost for a moment.

"It's really all right. If that's the case, you can pack up and go down the mountain.

Living here in the long run is not an option.But don't worry, Lin Xun is dead, and no one in Qingkuya will dare to trouble you again.

There are still things to deal with in the main hall. I have prepared tonics and new winter clothes for you and put them on the table outside. "

After saying that, Shen Jingliu turned and left.

Jiang Wuxie sat on the bed, looked at the person's back, and unconsciously covered the place where Shen Jingliu was stroking with his other hand, caressing carefully.