Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

The next morning, when Lin Huaijin got up, he found that his brother was already practicing swordsmanship in the yard. As if afraid of waking him up, his brother was only practicing with a branch.

After breakfast, Lin Huaijin took his brother to the martial arts training ground, wanting to fight with him.

There were already quite a few disciples in the martial arts training ground, but when they went over, or when they saw their brother.

They all stopped talking and fighting.

The disciples gathered in groups of three or four and whispered.

There was surprise, fear, and disgust in that look.

There is just no warmth at all.

Lin Huaijin couldn't understand. The situation in this life was obviously not as serious as in the previous life. His brother hadn't done anything to really hurt them. At most, he had a fight with Elder Sun.

Why do other people look at my brother like this?

In his previous life, he was a young master surrounded by people in the martial arts training ground. People around him knew that he didn't like to hear others slandering his brother, so he didn't dare to show it.

So he always thought that his brother was just isolated by everyone.

But when I really stood beside my brother, I could feel the poisonous arrows shot from his eyes and the expression of indifference and disgust.

It's like a sharp blade, cutting people into pieces bit by bit.

His former followers were waving at him from a distance, wanting him to come over.

He looked at the two men in doubt and said, "Master, are you healed? Do you want to come over and practice with us?"

"No, I will practice with my brother from now on."

"Master, what if the eldest master can't control himself and hurts you? You'd better practice with us."

Lin Huaijin glared at him fiercely and held his brother's hand tightly. "Brother won't lose control! Who I practice with is none of your business."

Ignore this group of ignorant little disciples and walk forward with big strides.

Outside the martial arts training ground is a large square, where disciples usually practice martial arts.

There is a training room further inside, which is full of spiritual energy. There are separate rooms inside, which are more suitable for small-scale sparring and meditation practice.

Lin Huaijin planned to take his brother there so that his brother would not be upset by seeing this group of disciples again.

"Uncle Lin, please help us open a practice room." Lin Huaijin stepped forward.

"Young Master is going to fight with the eldest young master today?"

"Yes."

"Master, you are still young, why don't you practice with the eldest master in a few years."

"What do you mean?"

"What if the young master loses control..."

Lin Huaijin felt the hand he was holding tighten slightly for a moment, and then relaxed as if nothing had happened.

Lin Huaijin turned his head to glance at his brother, and only had time to see his slightly lowered head and thick, long eyelashes that blocked out all emotions.

I can imagine that there must be self-mockery in my brother's eyes.

He had only lost control once, but everyone around him believed that he would become a madman sooner or later.

A person who loses control from time to time will start to doubt himself if he is really a madman or if he will really go crazy.

If a person with a weak mind were to be subjected to such questioning continuously, he would probably have already become possessed.

Only Lin Huaijin knew that his brother had never been possessed by a demon in his previous life. He became possessed only after he committed suicide. More than ten years of questioning in his previous life had not made his brother give in. If nothing had happened to him, his brother would not have been driven crazy.

Lin Huaijin ignored Uncle Lin, took a token and pulled his brother straight to the practice room he usually used.

As expected, one must be strong to protect his brother.

It seems that the journey of the previous life... can be started in advance.

......

When cultivators reach the Foundation Establishment Stage, they can fly with swords and practice fasting. After finishing their morning practice, the two who are still in the Qi Refining Stage went to the cafeteria to eat lunch at noon.

After Lin Qing prepared the meal, he took Lin Huaijin to where he usually ate.

A dining table in the corner, far away from other tables.

There was a small wooden sign on it that read:

[The eldest young master has his seat reserved, everyone else please keep out].

Lin Huaijin put down the lunch box angrily.

The canteen manager is sick!

The tables of the surrounding disciples were two or three tables away from them, and they looked at them from a distance.

Lin Huaijin was so angry that he told his brother loudly: "The behavior of an insignificant person is also insignificant. Don't be sad, brother."

Lin Qing nodded, "I'm not sad, Xiaojin, don't be angry."

The dining hall was brightly lit, and Lin Qing's face was also bright. Her eyes, which were usually as clear as the surface of a calm lake, were now reflecting the bright light.

There is a mixture of light and darkness in his eyes, and his smile is full of life.

Lin Huaijin was suddenly stunned.

It took him a moment to come back to his senses, but thinking about the surrounding environment, the looks of the people around him, and even the unnatural expression of the uncle who served the food, it really made things difficult for my brother.

No wonder my brother stopped coming to the cafeteria and didn’t often go out after he established his foundation in his previous life.

My brother in the last ten years of his previous life had a thin face and was always frowning. There was a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows, which made his whole face look fierce.

Lin Huaijin blinked. Seeing the bright brother in front of her, she just wanted to put him in a glass jar and look at him every day.

Lin Huaijin clenched his fist and lightly pounded the table.

But I'm still angry.

"Master, you haven't come to eat for a while. Is your injury healed?"

A man in blue stood by the dining table, his black hair tied up with a white hairband. He looked neat and tidy, and his cheeks were a little thin.

She looked at her brother with a loving expression, but her eyes were somewhat deep.

It was as if I saw my own child suffering.

"It's ready, Aunt Xiu, let's sit down and eat together." Lin Qing stood up and greeted Aunt Xiu.

This was the first time that Lin Huaijin met someone who first asked whether his brother’s injury had healed.

I am also glad that there are still people who are kind to my brother.

"I've finished eating. When you're done, come over to me and I'll pack you some of your favorite mung bean cakes to take back home."

"No, Aunt Xiu, no need to bother."

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can it be a trouble to prepare food for you? I am so happy. Or do you think that Aunt Xiu is too old and her cooking is not delicious?" Aunt Xiu pretended to be angry.

"Aunt Xiu's cooking skills are always very good. I'll come to you later."

"Yeah." Aunt Xiu nodded with satisfaction and returned to the backstage of the cafeteria.

......

Lin Qing seemed to be in a better mood as he returned carrying the mung bean cake. His usually steady steps became lighter, and the mung bean cake in his right hand swayed back and forth.

Lin Huaijin was a little jealous and asked his brother about everything along the way.

It turned out that Aunt Xiu was also an outstanding disciple in the sect in her early years and successfully advanced to the Foundation Establishment Stage. But later due to some reasons, her cultivation stagnated and even declined, and she entered the Qi Condensation Stage.

So I went to the canteen and took a job. I usually went back and forth between the canteen to make food and my residence. I didn't communicate with others much and often kept to myself.

I heard that more than ten years ago, Aunt Xiu was taken care of by my brother's mother for a period of time, so after Mrs. Lin passed away, she has been taking care of my brother secretly.

Cook his favorite food, comfort him when he is sad, and occasionally tell him stories about his mother.

My brother is always very happy every time this happens.

"That's great. It turns out there are people who care about my brother. Aunt Xiu is so nice." Lin Huaijin took his brother's left hand and shook it, and became happy too.

"Well, Aunt Xiu is very nice. I am very grateful to her."