Rebirth in the 1980s: Xiaoxiao's road to becoming a top student

Jing'an looked at Jingxin's face, which was so beautiful that it looked a little enchanting, and was stunned for a moment.

He is twelve years older than Jingxin. When Jingxin first came, he was still a baby who knew nothing, and he was the one who brought him up.

Watching him learn to speak, watching him take his first crooked steps, watching him start practicing martial arts, watching him start practicing, Jing'an was very satisfied and had a sense of accomplishment at that time.

But I don’t know when his attitude towards Jingxin changed.

Perhaps it was from the time Jingxin gradually revealed his talent for cultivation, perhaps it was from the time his master mentioned Jingxin every day, perhaps it was from the time he defeated him for the first time, he began to be jealous of him, madly jealous of this child he had brought up.

Sometimes he even thought that if he had the chance to do it again, he might strangle Jingxin to death when she was still a baby.

This idea seemed to have taken root in his mind and could not be driven away no matter how hard he tried.

Gradually, he only showed superficial kindness to Jingxin. Children are very sensitive and know that he doesn't like him. Even at such a young age, he no longer stays close to him.

As expected, he is a child of the royal family, born to be cold and indifferent!

In the end, it became a situation where Jingxin was very respectful in front of him, but pretended to obey his words but actually disobeyed them, which made him, the eldest senior brother, lose face.

The relationship between the two further deteriorated, and when the master was teaching Jingxin wholeheartedly, he turned to other people.

He had to find someone to lean on, right? Since his master couldn't be relied upon, he would lean on the most powerful person on Shanghai Island in the future.

Sure enough, his choice was right. With the support of the other party, he finally became the abbot, and his status finally surpassed Jingxin. At least he was the biggest in this temple.

Jing'an became more assertive, "Brother, don't ask for now. For the sake of the people in the temple, I want to see Master's body. You are a member of the royal family, and these are all caused by you, the royal family. It's better to avoid suspicion!"

"Is it caused by the royal family? Are you sure, senior brother?" Jingxin's words were full of sarcasm, but there was still no expression on his face.

Jing'an dodged his gaze and looked uneasy, but he still spoke forcefully, "What do you mean by that? I am doing this for everyone."

"Really? But I remember that only you and I knew that Master had a Soul-Shaping Pill. How come it's spread everywhere now?"

"Soul-Shaping Pill? So that pill is called the Soul-Shaping Pill?" Jing'an muttered to himself. Seeing him like this, Jingxin knew there was no need to ask anything, because the answer was already known.

“That was made by the Immortal Medicine Sect specifically for Master, and it could have allowed Master to survive, but Master still chose to pass away, and the pill was left behind.

And the only ones who knew that Master had the elixir were you and me. How do you think the outsiders knew about it?"

The anger in Jingxin's heart gradually calmed down after hearing these words.

He never understood why his senior brother was hostile to him, but he didn't do anything for him, so he had nothing to say about his senior brother's behavior towards him.

The master raised his brother like his own son. How could he treat the master who has passed away like this?

Fortunately, Master couldn’t see it, otherwise I don’t know how sad he would be.

"How is this possible?" Jing'an shouted. When he looked around and saw that everyone had a confused look on their faces, he finally believed what Jingxin said.

But he still didn't give up and asked Yuan Xiu, "You must know, right? That medicine is an elixir that can cure death! Isn't it the elixir of our Huangjue Temple? When did it become made by some medical immortal sect?"

Yuan Xiu heard everything about the conversation between the two and he was now extremely disappointed with Jing'an.

"Do you think Huangjue Temple can keep such a magical medicine? I'm afraid it has been used up long ago!"

Jing'an took a few steps back. He had been setting up the plan for so long just to kill Jingxin and make him take the blame for stealing the elixir from the temple. He didn't expect that the medicine that his master highly recommended was not from the temple. Wouldn't everything he had done become a joke?

No, the master clearly said that the medicine was passed down in the temple.

Jing Xin seemed to have guessed what he was thinking at the moment, "The reason why Master said that is because he doesn't want anyone to have any ideas about the Medical Immortal Sect."

But I didn't expect that the senior brother I respected would be so stupid as to make a fuss about the Soul-Sucking Pill. It's quite ridiculous to think about it.

"No, it's impossible!" Jing'an seemed to have lost his soul.

"What's impossible? The medicine was on Master's body at the time, and I didn't get back in time after Master passed away.

You were the one who took care of Master's funeral, so the medicine must have been in your pocket a long time ago, right? Maybe you have already given it to your master behind the scenes."

Yuan Xiu's face turned red with anger. "You evil disciple, since you have already got the medicine, why are you still bothering your master? How did he ever let you down when he was alive?"

"Haha! Haha!" Jing'an laughed loudly, but there was no smile in his eyes, "How has he let me down? How has he done me justice?

I am his eldest disciple, why does he always think about Jingxin? Why are they all his disciples, and I am redundant? He only pays attention to Jingxin? Why does he give the host position to Jingxin and not to me?

He is so partial, how can he be my master? "

Everyone present was silent, looking at the mad Jing'an with some confusion. In their eyes, Yuanci treated his two disciples the same.

If there is any favoritism, it is towards him, the eldest disciple. Every piece of clothing of his is selected by Yuanci himself, and Yuanci also personally celebrates his birthday every year. Jingxin has never received such treatment.

When he was sick, Yuanci was more nervous than he was himself, and it was Yuanci who taught him all his skills step by step.

How did he have the nerve to say Yuanci was biased?

Jingxin didn't understand either, but Yan Xiaoxiao could understand a little bit of his thoughts. It can only be said that when people become selfish, nothing will make sense.

Everyone present had expressions of disapproval, but Jing'an didn't care, as he had seen such a scene in his dreams.

He even saw in his dream the scene where he went to the underworld and was chased and beaten by his master.

"Catch them all, don't let any one go!" Jing'an said to the monks around him. He is still the abbot now, and these people have to listen to him.

But no one around him moved, Jing An shouted angrily, "Didn't you hear me? Why don't you do it!"

The monks still didn't move. Jingxin's voice came faintly, "Capture Jingan and wait for his punishment!"

"Yes!" The monks surrounded Jing'an.

Jing'an shouted, "What are you doing? I am the host and I have the token in my hand."

As he spoke, Jing'an took out a black token from his arms, on which was written the traditional Chinese character "令".

The leading monk only said, "Jingxin is our master!"

When these words were spoken, not only Jing'an but also Yuanxiu was shocked.

Huangjue Temple has had a tradition of training martial monks since its establishment. It tells the outside world that this is to protect the safety of the temple, but internally many people know that these martial monks have owners.

Each generation of monks, as long as the master does not appear, will stay in the temple, maintain the safety of the temple, and obey the orders of the abbot, with the token as proof. At this time, they only recognize the abbot and the token, not the person;

If their master appears, they will only recognize his master.

To become their master requires some special rituals, which is very mysterious.

For so many years, everyone thought that the masters of the monks were just legends. After all, no one had been able to become their master for hundreds of years.

But just five years ago, Jingxin passed the test and was recognized when he was still a young boy.