Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

Two months passed and Lin Huaijin still hadn't come out.

Lin Qing felt a little anxious. He looked at it three times a day and sometimes even stayed in the room without going out.

The white rabbit with red eyes was well fed by Feng Qingsong. It was now full of energy and was hopping around in the grass.

Lin Qing had never left the small building, and when he came out to bask in the sun he was still within the small building's barrier.

The wood sculpture in his hands was carved and whittled again and again, from a waist-sized piece of wood to the size of an arm, then to the size of a palm, and then to the size of a finger.

In the end, it was shaved off and had no shape.

Lin Qing took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the depression in his heart, and took out another big piece of wood to carve.

In the past two months, he has already broken four or five pieces of wood of this size.

I didn’t know what to carve. My mind was in a mess, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

But the emotional fluctuations were too strong. He and Xiao Jin had already formed a bond of mutual understanding, and some of his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness would be sensed by the other party.

He was worried that his emotions were too negative and would affect Xiaojin who was still in seclusion.

So he has been suppressing it for the past two months, trying hard to empty his mind and not think about anything.

Occasionally, a few fragments flashed by, and he noticed them as soon as they appeared, before he knew what they were, and immediately slapped them out of his mind.

No matter what it is, no one can affect Xiao Jin now.

Lin Qing lay down in the recliner and put away the wood. Now, even cutting wood couldn't make him calm down.

He just looked at the sky quietly, immersing his consciousness in his body. If any thought came to his mind, he would immediately blow it out of his mind.

Two months passed like this, and Lin Qing behaved more like a Buddhist when he was outside.

Everything in the world does not enter the heart, and all changes do not enter the eyes.

Feng Qingsong stood outside the barrier, gesticulating and asking him what was wrong?

Why does it seem like I’m going to become a monk after entering seclusion?

The monks he had seen in the temples before were not as Buddhist as him.

Lin Qing raised the corners of his lips and shook his head at him. He hadn't started chanting yet, but on the surface he had already reached the state of emptiness of the four elements.

Feng Qingsong touched the white rabbit in his hand, puzzled.

The retreat was originally planned to last for three days, but now six months have passed.

Lin Qing came out after two months of seclusion, and after waiting for another four months, Lin Huaijin still didn't come out.

Lin Qing finally realized how hard it was for his younger brother outside when he was in seclusion.

I have been in seclusion in the secret realm for five years, and in the Wind Spirit Clan for ten years, a total of fifteen years. No wonder Xiao Jin becomes more and more attached to me every time I come out of seclusion.

He had only been waiting outside alone for four months, but he was already unable to suppress his anxiety.

Besides, I can go to the second floor every day to check on his condition and know if he is okay.

Although I can't speak or communicate, being able to see him every day can help ease my inner anxiety a little.

Xiao Jin was alone outside, unable to see him or know his condition, so she could only endure it on her own.

Lin Qing sighed, Xiao Jin had suffered a lot over the years.

I feel so sorry for him.

Next time, if he makes any excessive demands... I should just cooperate with him.

Lin Qing brainwashed himself like this, and his bottom line kept lowering.

Love is when one thing conquers another.

Two people in love care about each other and compromise for each other regardless of gains and losses.

Suddenly, another scene flashed through his mind. He saw a jade pendant in his sight. His blood-stained palm was holding a jade pendant... In his other hand, he held a blood-stained sword... A wave of emotion was vaguely rising in his heart...

Lin Qing closed his eyes and fanned the image out of his mind.

He didn't know why, but this situation had been happening from time to time since they had signed the pact.

He couldn't let those emotions break out, otherwise it would hurt Xiao Jin.

Lin Qing took another deep breath, then stood up, marked out a piece of land next to the small building, and began to hoe the ground.

This simple and novel labor can divert his attention.

This piece of land has begun to take shape, following the style of Feng Qingsong's land, but in a smaller version.

There are no wild vegetables in the area of ​​the small building, but Lin Qing found some crops in his storage ring, including peanuts, sweet potatoes, beans, etc.

They are all unprocessed primary agricultural products, and they are still raw.

Lin Qing didn't understand, so he planted peanuts, sweet potatoes, and soybeans in three vegetable rows.

Maybe it was because the spiritual energy here was rich and not affected by the seasonal climate of ordinary crops, so after half a month, all three kinds of vegetables were grown.

Feng Qingsong saw this and looked outside the barrier with envy.

In addition to taking care of his two "vegetable plots" above and below ground, Feng Qingsong now has another activity every day, which is to visit Lin Qing's vegetable plot every day.

Looking forward to these crops.

For the past ten years, he has been eating fasting pills or munching on wild vegetables, and has forgotten what normal food should taste like.

Lin Qing also took care of this three-acre piece of land carefully and conscientiously.

Weeding, loosening the soil, fertilizing, watering, and catching insects.

I experienced a brief moment of peace in my mind from simple labor.

Another year passed.

The spiritual power in Lin Qing's body is already stirring and can't wait to form a Nascent Soul.

In fact, ever since the fusion of the golden elixir, he had a vague feeling of forming a Nascent Soul, but it was suppressed by Lin Qing.

It's really not appropriate now.

Lin Qing had to suppress the images that popped up in his mind from time to time, while at the same time suppressing the surging spiritual power. He became more Buddhist than before.

If he goes out now, people might mistake him for a monk.

The wind moves, the flag moves, but the heart does not move.

Neither sad nor happy, no desires nor demands.

He couldn't eat much of the vegetables in the garden, so he reclaimed two acres of land next to it and replanted the vegetables he didn't eat. His vegetable garden grew bigger and bigger.

The vegetable ridges circled around the small building several times.

Lin Huaijin still didn't wake up. Lin Qing did not disturb him and avoided anything that might disturb him.

Only when the barrier of the small building was filled with vegetables and there was no more room for planting did Lin Qing stop cultivating the vegetable field.

As the sun gradually rose, Lin Qing raised his hand to his brow and looked towards Feng Qingsong with slightly squinted eyes.

The white rabbit has exceeded its original size limit and is now half a person's height, becoming a big rabbit.

He jumped three meters high and started to eat the grass, and he cleared the ground clean.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy here is rich and things grow fast.

Today, the rabbit nibbled around Feng Qingsong's recliner three times and then stopped.

Feng Qingsong was basking in the sun leisurely on a recliner. When he saw Lin Qing looking at him, he waved the fan made of hay in his hand.

Lin Qing smiled and nodded at him.

The two of them greeted each other just like two ordinary farmers.

But a farmer is tall and slender, wearing a straw hat, with bright red eyes. Even if he rolls up the corners of his robe and trouser legs and holds a hoe in his hand, it cannot conceal his handsome appearance.

Another farmer was slumped in a recliner, unkempt, leisurely fanning himself with a straw fan. His aura was natural and he exuded the comfort of a young man from a wealthy family on an autumn outing.