Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

Yan Xubai paused, all his previous thoughts seemed to be wrong.

Grandfather... is no longer here.

Why did this happen? My grandfather was always physically strong, and he was also a member of the Taoist sect, so how could he pass away so easily.

how is this possible.

impossible.

impossible.

Yan Xubai felt restless in his heart, a sense of dizziness hit him, and the scene in front of him began to become blurred.

This feeling...

Much like back then.

"Is it because of my soul-disconnecting disease?" Yan Xubai murmured, almost fainting, his body swayed.Yan Minghuai hurried forward to support Yan Xubai.

"How could it be better... He was not healed at that time, could it be better to sleep for a few more years?" Yan Xubai couldn't help laughing as he said these words in detail.

"Brother, what are you talking about? Tell me louder, I can't hear you clearly." Yan Minghuai supported his elder brother, but it didn't take any effort at all, Yan Xubai's thin body was still in the shape of a teenager.Although not short, it still looks thin, as if the wind could blow it away.

Yan Xubai shook his head, ignored Yan Minghuai, and pushed him away.

"Master, what happened to Mr. Yan?"

Fu Guilan looked down at the young disciple, and said with a smile, "Young Master Yan should go to rest."

Yan Minghuai didn't expect that Fu Guilan would say such things, thinking that his brother's friendship with him shouldn't be too bad, but after all, it's his own business, Fu Guilan said it rashly, did he consider his brother's feelings?

"Mr. Fu, I haven't told my brother about this yet..."

Even though Yan Xubai was restless and uncontrollable, when he heard Yan Minghuai's voice, he still forcibly collected his mind and said: "Mr. don't bother me about the matter of this sect."

This was expected by Fu Guilan, and he saluted again: "Then I will take my leave. Mr. Yan, don't forget your homework in the dojo." After speaking, he laughed twice, looking at the unknown people around him Disciple, "Let's go, Qi Lian."

"Brother, then I'll see off Mr. Fu." Yan Minghuai said, and was about to leave here.

Yan Xubai held Yan Minghuai with one hand, let out a long breath, and said: "I have disciples to send them, you stay here."

A gust of summer wind blew by, and the air was full of water vapor, as if it was that night nine years ago.

The people have already left, and the Yixian Pavilion has returned to silence.

Yan Minghuai lowered his head, twisted a folding fan in one hand, and held a letter in the other. The envelope was yellowed, and it should have been put away for a long time, but the sealing spell on it was still there.Looking at Yan Xubai's thin back, Yan Minghuai felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.

"Brother, this is a letter left by grandfather when he left. He said he will give it to you when you wake up." Yan Minghuai said in a low voice, and handed out the letter in his hand.

Yan Xubai sighed, and his vision became less blurred.

"Read it?"

Yan Minghuai shook his head and said, "Grandfather wrote this letter in front of me."

"Tell me. When, where, why...how." Yan Xubai finally said these things, and felt a pain in his chest.

Yan Minghuai lowered his eyes, and his thoughts began to recall, "Brother, do you still remember how I came back?"

Yan Xubai didn't answer, he was also remembering, but it was blank after all.

"I came back on the second day of my brother's birthday, and that day was also the Zhengyan meeting. When you came back, you were seriously injured and unconscious, and you were kept alive by pills along the way." Yan Minghuai paused, as if he had made a huge determination, " Not long after arriving at Yanmen, elder brother became so angry that he almost..."

"Almost dying?" Yan Xubai didn't shy away from it at all, and asked frankly.

Yan Minghuai nodded and said, "You must know better than me what elder brother means to Yanmen. Grandpa also blamed himself very much, and only said that he shouldn't have sent you to Luozhao Mountain."

"It's supposed to be robbery, how can we hide." Yan Xubai took two steps, turned around, and saw the man in front of him, with bright eyebrows and a handsome and gentle face.

It's really not the child who acted like a baby when he saw Yan Xubai back then.

Yan Minghuai continued: "I was only 14 years old at the time, and my grandfather had never cared about disciplining me for so many years. But just after that day, my grandfather began to seriously teach me various Taoism, etiquette and even "Bu Xu"." Saying that, Yan Minghuai slowly raised his eyelids.

Under the bright moonlight, reflected on this face, there is a pair of phoenix eyes with light brown pupils.How similar is the phoenix eye, but Yan Xubai has light golden pupils, and there is a small mole in the corner of his eye.

This is the characteristic of Yanmen's "Buxu" method after cultivation.The color of the pupils became lighter day by day, from dark brown to light brown, and finally became light golden like Yan Xubai.

"I don't know why I want to practice, but I can't compare to my brother. I also asked my grandfather, 'Isn't my brother back? Why do I still want to practice?'" Yan Minghuai continued to lower his head, unfolding and closing the folding fan in his hand, "Grandfather didn't answer me. About half a year later, brother, you woke up once. But your spiritual consciousness was slackened. Grandfather took me to see you, and saw that you were walking, sitting and lying as before, but your pupils were scattered, and you never communicated with others. say."

After hearing this, Yan Xubai didn't expect him to be like this, he thought he just fell asleep all the time.

"Then?"

"Grandfather realized just how serious your injury was, and thought that as long as the physical injury was well healed, it would be fine. But...it doesn't seem to be the case. We collected the spiritual consciousness you left behind on your dragon-patterned necklace. Supplemented by Tangyao, it took another half a year for my brother's spiritual consciousness to come back."

"Then am I alright?" Yan Xubai asked, knowing that it was impossible.

Yan Minghuai shook his head and said: "After the spiritual consciousness gathered, my brother fell into a coma again... no, it was a deep sleep. I will give you decoction every day according to my grandfather's instructions, and every few months I will find a family doctor to check your pulse. "

"Fortunately, brother is just asleep." Yan Minghuai raised his head, a faint smile appeared on his face, but it was fleeting again, "Seeing that brother's condition is stable, grandfather is less worried. After another For a year..."

The expression on Yan Minghuai's face became sad, and even a little watery light diffused in his eyes.

Yan Xubai knew that something must have happened this year, he looked at Yan Minghuai quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"Since my brother came back from injury, my grandfather has been to the dojo a few times to ask for explanations. Although Sect Master Han and grandfather have known each other since childhood and have been friends for many years. But this time it is about Yanmen. Grandpa wants Sect Master Han to hand over the perpetrator, but Han The suzerain thought that this person is the successor of the Taoist temple, so it is impossible to do this. Grandfather broke off contact with the Taoist temple in a fit of anger, and he has not been to the Taoist temple for two years, and he is not even participating in the Zhengyan meeting."

After hearing this, Yan Xubai was amazed by his grandfather's behavior, hesitated for a while and asked, "Grandpa knows who it is?"

"Of course I knew it, but I didn't tell me. When I confronted Sovereign Han, I didn't even mention that person's name." Yan Minghuai replied.

Yan Xubai remembered that before he fell into a coma, he had promised his grandfather that he would personally question that person when he recovered from his injuries.Never thought about it, but it turned out like this.

Grandfather must be out of breath when something like this happened...

Seeing that his elder brother was contemplative and had no intention of asking questions, Yan Minghuai continued: "It was also that year, the second year after my elder brother came back, my grandfather found out that Yan's luck was exhausted, and my elder brother would not be able to wake up within a few days. I went to Dingling alone..."

Dingling.

Yan Xubai felt dizzy when he heard the word "Dingling".It was the place where he practiced since he was a child, but it was also the place where the head of the Yan Clan was buried, and it was also the place where the luck of the dragon veins of the Yan Clan was sealed.

There was only one reason why Yan Guyun chose to go to Dingling when the luck of the Yan family was exhausted.

"Sacrifice?" Yan Xubai asked slowly, his voice trembling with the beating drum-like heartbeat in his chest.

Moisture filled Yan Minghuai's eyes again, and his voice was choked with sobs: "It's been changed... Yan Clan's strength in ten years." He paused to make his voice less sad, and continued: "Grandfather asked me to take over the Yan Clan , I will return the suzerain position to you when you feel like it, and I hope that my brother can return to Yanmen."

Yan Xubai didn't speak, but emotions surged in his heart.

"I have ten years to wait for my brother to wake up. If he doesn't wake up..." Yan Minghuai laughed helplessly at himself, and said, "The grandfather's rare years can be exchanged for ten years of luck in the Yan family, but I am at this moment. Go, I can only help Yan Clan for three years... Sure enough, I am still useless."

"Minghuai..." Yan Xubai didn't know what kind of torment his cousin was suffering every day when he fell asleep.

Yan Clan was no longer the prominent family back then, and after his grandfather passed away, Yan Minghuai was the only one, how many people would be bullied by him.Yan Minghuai's aptitude was mediocre, and Yao Ming was mediocre, so it should be even more difficult to practice Yanmen's techniques.But he still endured everything and supported Yanmen for nine years.

"Fortunately, brother woke up!" Yan Minghuai laughed, "The thing I've been looking forward to every day is finally here. I'm back."

After finishing speaking, Yan Minghuai stepped forward and knelt down on one knee: "See Southwest Region, Longsuo Mountain, the new suzerain of Yan Clan."

He raised his head and looked at Yan Xubai with a pair of wet eyes, with expectation in his eyes, just like when he was a child begging Yan Xubai to take him to climb a tree.

Yan Xubai took two steps back, Yan Minghuai had never seen such an appearance in his life.At that time, the cousin who was naughty every day and poor in homework and Taoism is now like this.

In the afternoon, he was still begging for affection in front of him, and he was also cute when he was talking about the past with him just now.

But now, let Yan Xubai take over the Yan family in a dignified and serious manner.

Yan Xubai opened his mouth, but after a long time without making a sound, something was stuffed in his hand.Looking down, it was Yan Minghuai who gave him the letter from his grandfather.Before I could figure out how to answer, a confirmation came from my ear: "It's been a long time since the incident, I'm afraid I may remember it wrongly. My brother took care of the grandfather's letter."

"This…"

Yan Xubai really didn't know what to say, he wasn't ready for anything, even when he faced Fu Guilan before, he wasn't ready either.

"Brother, if you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement." Yan Minghuai said with a smile, his face was bright.Then he added, "By the way, in a few days it will be the 'Huangya Xinglian' of Qingzongzhu's house, brother and I will go together. Although it is said that the change of the suzerain will be announced at the Zhengyan meeting, but brother can Let’s go to this Xuanmen event as suzerain first.”

Reason told Yan Xubai that these are what he should do, and he should have taken over these things nine years ago. Yan Minghuai has fulfilled his obligations for him for so long, he can no longer be selfish.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Nine years, stop dreaming.

But...

"Not good." Yan Xubai dropped these words, turned around holding the letter and walked towards Xiantanzhu.