Reincarnated in the world of cultivation, the male protagonist and I became brothers

"We seem to have been going around in circles here..." Wang Dazhuang pulled at an unknown plant on the wall. It grew more and more as they went in, blocking their way.

"No, go back." Ling Chenxing realized something was wrong.

"Huh? Why do you want to go back if you are so good?" Wang Dazhuang expressed his confusion.

"We're going the wrong way, the way ahead is not the exit." Ling Chenxing took out a compass-like thing from his arms. It turned repeatedly, but there was no exact direction.

"Damn it." Ling Chenxing put the compass away angrily.

"I can't go back now. Even if I go back, it won't be the same place." Ling Chenxing walked forward.

"You confused me. Do you want to go back or not?" Wang Dazhuang continued to pull the unknown creature on the wall to move it out of the way.

"One wrong step and one wrong step. It's too late to go back now. Let's go." Ling Chenxing thought it through. This place will probably change. It's not impossible to wait until she feels the pattern before leaving.

But others... I'm afraid they won't be able to meet them.

"Miss! Are you okay?" The maid helped Na Qujin up.

The monster was really powerful and attacked them like crazy. It took them a long time to kill it.

"Ahem, I'm fine, keep walking." Na Qujin stood up and touched the heavenly gold in his hand.

"Dad, why do I only have one golden circle left?" Na Qujin asked, raising his wrist.

"The other one was taken to be repaired, and it was repaired quickly."

"Fix...how come I don't remember it being broken."

Since Na Qujin returned to Yangyan Sect, he always felt that he had lost something, just like the lost Tianjin Circle.

"Miss, let's go." The maid had already cleared the way for her. Na Qujin came back to her senses, nodded, and moved her steps.

"Qu Jin, do you have to go to Dihuazhou?"

Na Qujin thought of his father's eyes, and his eyes were filled with sorrow and sadness. Na Qujin didn't understand.

"If I become a disciple of Dihuazhou, wouldn't dad be happy?" Qu Jin didn't understand that no disciple of the family would give up this opportunity, not to mention that she, the eldest lady of the Yangyan Sect, would do it for the sake of the Yangyan Sect. She will go there too to save face.

"Dad... I just hope you are well."

"When you go to Dihuazhou, do your best and don't stand out."

"Dad, I understand."

Na Qujin saw the clues. Something must have happened to make his father's temperament change drastically. He was not like this in the past...

"Master, this Laoshizi Passage is very complicated." Li Yide touched the wall. It was oozing with mucus, which was very disgusting.

"You're the only one who talks a lot of nonsense." Wen Mo rolled his eyes, ignored him, and walked forward.

"A'Zi is dying..." Li Yide said something serious. He stopped at the end of his speech, and A'Zi also stopped and stood calmly in place.

Wen Mo didn't reply and sighed.

"It's time for him to go back..."

"But you can't bear it." Li Yide said what he was thinking, and Wen Mo glared at him.

"Don't force it." Li Yide clasped his hands behind his back, not caring whether what he said worked or not, and left alone.

Wen Mo stayed where he was, clenching his fists, but there was nothing he could do.

"They hurt you so badly...why do you want to go back?"

Azi didn't reply, and it seemed that she could no longer hear the noise outside.

"Wang Nian!! Wang Nian!! Can you hear me?" Qi Zhiyuan saw that Rong Nian had stopped moving and shouted quickly.

He steeled himself and stood up, ready to step forward and pull Rong Nian away, but he didn't expect Rong Nian to make a move.

"It's you." Rong Nian seemed to be relieved. He was afraid, he was indeed afraid, he was afraid that the child he raised would become a white-eyed wolf, and he was afraid that he would not forget the five swords. But why was it fear and not hatred? Rong Nian I was also confused.

"It's me, I hate you, don't you know it best?" He raised the corners of his eyes slightly and spoke in a rather joking tone.

'Puff!' The sword pierced Rongnian's chest, just like that day.

Rong Nian held the place where the sword was hit. Rong Nian lowered his head and Guiquan submerged into his body, but he felt pain. Isn't this all fake... Why does it hurt?

Rong Nian couldn't hold on and knelt on one knee.

Qi Zhiyuan was frightened by this scene, and Rong Nian seemed to be stabbed by something.

"But I'm not him." Rong Nian leaned on his body and shouted out the words in his heart.

"It was obviously him who did it, why should I bear the pain!" Rong Nian shouted, blood sliding down his lips and falling on the ground.

"Oh, you are not him, why do you have the same face?" Zhao Wuyuan walked over and pinched his chin. He pinched it so hard that it hurt Rong Nian.

"It's really disgusting."

With another sword strike, Rong Nian knelt down on his knees. Zhao Wuyin did this on purpose, to torture him.

"Let me die." Rong Nian was desperate, tears seemed to fall from his eyes.

"Death? It's not that easy. I can't wait to cut you into pieces and taste the life I lived." Zhao Wuyin grabbed Rongnian to prevent him from falling to the ground.

"You... chose the wrong person. The person you should... take revenge on is not... me!" Rong Nian said, more and more blood came out of his mouth, and soon it wet the front of his clothes.

"It's not you! Who else could it be! Rong Nian, I have no enmity with you, why do you torture me like this!!"

With another sword blow, Rong Nian's consciousness began to blur and he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him.

Zhao Wuyin knelt down and held Rong Nian in his arms. Rong Nian's chin hit Zhao Wuyin's shoulder, and blood stained his shoulder, leaving a dark stain.

"Master..." Zhao Wuyuan shouted softly.

"Don't...call...me...ahem...Master." Rong Nian struggled to speak, but he bit the word "Master" to death.

"Haha, you really don't deserve it, you don't deserve it!" Zhao Wuyin's mood changed very quickly, and he struck out with another sword.

"Ugh!" Rong Nian couldn't bear it anymore, it hurt too much...it hurt too much.

Zhao Wuyin caressed Rong Nian's face, which was covered with tears and blood stains.

"Why are you crying so ugly?" Zhao Wuyin raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears and blood stains on his face.

"Master, I really hope you can like me." Zhao Wuyuan said and rubbed.

"Can't you like me more?" Zhao Wuyin choked up as he spoke, which was very different from Rong Nian's impression of him.

What kind of person is Zhao Wuyin... cautious and calm, not good at talking, and never shows his emotions.

This is Rong Nian's impression of him. Maybe he has never known him...

"Why do you hate me?"

This was what Rong Nian wanted to ask. The last sword strike came as promised, and he passed out completely, unable to hear any sound again.

"Wang Nian! Wang Nian!" Qi Zhiyuan saw that he fell down and quickly helped Rong Nian up.

Rong Nian's lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something.

"What did you say?" Qi Zhiyuan put his ear close to her.

"Don't...hate...me...Zhao..." The others behind him could not be heard.

But from this passage, Qi Zhiyuan also understood that Rong Nian should have seen the person he feared in his heart, the man named Zhao...