I lost my brother

Sui Jian finally stopped in the third round of competition.

Bai Yuntian was not someone he could deal with with his current strength. Sui Jian was clearly aware of this from the moment he handed over the opponent. The opponent was completely different from his opponents in the previous two rounds. This person had no flaws.

Sui Jian fought hard to the end, fighting with an unidentified stubbornness, was knocked down several times and got back up again, repeated defeats and defeats.

Jiang Yang, who got the result early, frowned, Shen Qiong turned his face away and couldn't bear to look at it, even Zhou Yuanzheng looked at him differently.

Her temples were buzzing, and there was a strong smell of blood in her mouth. There was no pain anywhere on her body. Sui Jian got up for the last time, barely feeling the existence of her legs.The tip of Tan Ying's sword leaned on the ground, and it almost turned into a crutch to barely support him to stand up crookedly.

Bai Yuntian stood upright and waited for him with his sword in hand, and said without any fluctuations in his tone: "You have a lot of backbone, but you can't win me with this alone."

Sui Jian thought, "There's so much nonsense."

He also knew that his dying struggle was meaningless, and he really thought about just admitting defeat at first, anyway, no one would blame him, and he had already been in the limelight.

But is this enough?

Is it enough to be in the limelight?This is what I want?Bai Yuntian is very strong, but the world is so big, there are many people stronger than him, so if he meets him in the future, he will have to admit defeat?Xie Hanzi taught him this way?

Sui Jian's heart was on fire, and his limbs, which were about to become unconscious, regained some strength.

Although he was exhausted, his eyes were extremely clear, but in fact he didn't even have the energy to speak.The blood on his forehead flowed into his eyes, itching, and he rubbed it off with his sleeves. He straightened up, picked up the sword tremblingly, and silently expressed his determination to fight to the last moment.

Bai Yuntian didn't relax for a moment because his opponent was covered in injuries, his face was expressionless, his whole body was like a sharp sword, and he was in the best fighting condition all the time.

He waited for Sui Jian to finally stand up, and rushed forward. Sui Jian was at the end of his strength, and he barely used his sword moves to confront him head-on, and was knocked down again. This time, he finally failed to get up .

The second time Xie Hanzi carried his apprentice off the ring, he was in a similar state of mind, both pitiful and angry at his ignorant apprentice.

Pang Ye was roughly dragged over by him, Xie Hanzi said concisely: "Look."

Pang Ye was so good-tempered that he didn't bother with him. He lifted Sui Jian's eyelids and felt his pulse again. Take it back to the White House for treatment."

Xie Hanzi just saw his apprentice fell on the stage, and the heart that he had been carrying all this time finally fell back to the original place. He reached out and wiped the blood on Sui Jian's forehead. Looking at his face that looked much more cute when he closed his eyes, who would have thought that when he opened his eyes, he would be so cute? It's so unnerving.

Zhu Lin has been quietly watching all this not far away.

He wanted to rush over a long time ago, but he couldn't move. From the moment Sui Jian stepped onto the ring, he was covered by someone who covered his mouth and pressed his acupuncture points, and dragged him aside to watch.

He watched helplessly as the person he valued the most was knocked down by another person, got up again covered in blood, and was knocked down again, over and over again, until he couldn't get up again.

Helpless.

Zhu Lin's eyes were red, and he kept trying to break through the acupuncture points on his body, but he couldn't. His internal strength was not as strong as that person's, and he could only be played and applauded by adults like a real child. The feeling of powerlessness that he had never felt swept from all directions. Instantly devoured him.

"It seems that my guess is right. This is the reason why you don't want to go back." The man said frivolously.

Zhu Lin gritted his silver teeth silently. He remembered the voice. It was Hou Jie, the right protector of the Candle Dragon Sect. He was a frivolous and evil-looking person.

"You don't have to scold me in your heart. Even if I didn't put your acupoints aside, you can't do anything. You still have to be on the side as you are now, and watch him get hurt." Hou Jie said lightly: " And with your three-legged cat skills, you can't even avenge him."

Zhu Lin stared straight at Bai Yuntian, who had stepped off the stage, as if he didn't look at anything, but just randomly focused on a certain place.

Hou Jie kept staring at his expression, and comforted him hypocritically: "Maybe according to your current progress, you can catch up with him in ten or twenty years. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Let's talk about it later. Do you agree?"

Zhu Lin bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, the pain mixed with the smell of blood spread in his mouth, and his mind instantly cleared up.

He knew what Hou Jie meant, and he just wanted to go back and practice the martial arts secrets in Laoshizi's treasure willingly.Let alone whether it is credible or not, if I return to the position of Candle Dragon Sect and Sui Jian, I will completely oppose it, and maybe I will be manipulated by others, and it is hard to say what will happen in the future.

Practicing kung fu does not necessarily require practicing magic kung fu, it is the same for him to learn from Song Xiaolin, it's just a matter of time.

Yes, it's just a matter of time, sooner or later he will report today's revenge for Sui.

Hou Jie saw that the expression on Zhu Lin's face changed a few times, and finally he was completely happy and angry. He said "tsk", thinking to himself, he is indeed the son of those two people, and he has a lot of eyes.

He knew that he couldn't take Zhu Lin away today, Zhu Lin was sent to Wuwangzong by them, if he didn't go with him voluntarily, with his current status as a registered disciple of Wuwangzong, he wouldn't be able to act rashly for a while, so he could only think of a way up.

Hou Jie reached out and patted Zhu Lin's shoulder, and his figure disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

Zhu Lin's acupoints were unlocked, and his knees softened and he knelt directly on the ground. He covered his forehead in pain, feeling unbearably uncomfortable.

Needless to say, Hou Jie is no longer here, so he has passed this test today, and he will be safer when he returns to Wuwangzong, and no one will always think about taking him away from his senior brother.

He climbed up with his hands on the ground, breathed and mobilized his internal strength, and returned to the White Mansion with lightness kung fu.

It was already the second night when Sui Jian regained consciousness, and he was in a coma for a day and a night.

Before he was clear-headed, he first felt the pain from his limbs and bones, and cursed inwardly, that Bai Yuntianxia is so ruthless, sooner or later he will beat him until his mother doesn't recognize him.

She helped him up with both hands, and thoughtfully fed him a glass of water. Sui Jian drank it all at once, and her throat felt much better.

With red eyes, Zhu Lin said hoarsely, "I'll call someone."

Sui Jian had never seen him like this before, and hurriedly said, "Stop."

Zhu Lin stood obediently, but did not look back.

Sui Jian thought that he might have owed Zhu Lin in his previous life, and he didn't say anything because of the pain all over his body. Zhu Lin's red eyes made him feel queasy, and he said helplessly, "Come here and show your brother, yo, why are you crying?" Well, who bullied you?"

Zhu Lin walked to the bed, hugged Sui Jian's waist carefully, buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder, remained silent, and trembled a little.

Only then did Sui Jian realize what he was feeling, her heart was warm and warm, she put her uninjured hand on Zhu Lin's shoulder, and laughed out of place.

Zhu Lin's ears turned crimson again, and said in a muffled voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Sui Jian stroked his ears and hair in amused manner, "Laugh at how cute our little bamboo forest is."

Zhu Lin didn't say a word, and held Sui Jian's hands with some strength. Sui Jian howled in pain, and didn't want to push him away. After all, this child may be the person who misses him the most in the world besides Master.

He couldn't laugh or cry: "Do you want to crush senior brother to death?"

Zhu Lin straightened up hesitantly, looked at Sui Jian's body in pain, and angrily reflected on what he had just done.He asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Sui Jian said heartlessly: "It doesn't hurt, what's the point of this, maybe in the future we will encounter more difficult opponents and suffer more severe injuries."

Zhu Lin's fingers hidden in his sleeves were clenched into fists, and he said in a rough voice, "I will... practice hard and protect my brother."

Sui Jian raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Brother is waiting for you."

He was seriously injured this time and lay in bed for several days.

Jiang Yang leaned against Sui Jian's bedside, "tsk tsk" said: "It's good for you, lie down comfortably, Brother Tang and I still have to fight."

Sui Jian said unhappily: "Let's change, you lie down, and I'll beat you."

Jiang Yang said in a low-pitched tone, "That won't work, you are too weak, junior."

The word "weak" was bitten hard, Sui Jian picked up a pillow from the bed and threw it at him.

Jiang Yang teased him while hiding, not feeling at all how shameful his behavior of bullying the wounded was.

He retreated all the way to the door, when the door was just pushed open by someone, and a quilt came towards him, the person stretched out his hand, and took the lead to protect the medicine bowl full of medicine juice in his hand.

"Senior Brother Zhou!"

Zhou Yuanzheng tore off the quilt on his head expressionlessly, glanced at the mess in the room, and the sentence "childish" rolled down his throat, and he swallowed it forcefully.

He put the medicine bowl on the stool beside the bed, said lightly, "Drink the medicine." He turned around and walked away calmly.

The other two people in the room stared at him as he walked away. Sui Jian pinched her nose and drank the pitch-black concoction. She wrinkled her face and said, "Why do you feel bitter again?"

Jiang Yang stopped making trouble, picked up the things on the ground one by one, and said: "The good medicine tastes bitter, just bear with it."

He tidied everything up and waved his hand, "Brother is going to prepare for the next competition, you should take good care of your injuries, and I will come to see you after the competition."

Sui Jian was bitter, and motioned silently for him to leave quickly, Jiang Yang curled his lips and muttered, "It's not cute at all."

Xie Hanzi came to see him after a while, and Sui Jian couldn't help complaining to him like he was pouring beans, saying that he was about to get moldy lying down, Senior Brother Jiang always came to bully him, and that child Zhu Lin knew that he would not come to practice every day after being stimulated Talk to him, Brother Zhou's medicine is getting more and more bitter every day.I don't know that this kind of behavior is no different from acting like a baby.

Xie Hanzi just listened with a smile. Hearing his bitterness, he took out a small packet of pine nut candies from his sleeve and whispered, "Don't let anyone find out."

Sui Jian took out one in her mouth in surprise, and said vaguely: "Master, why do you always have these snacks?"

Seeing his apprentice eating happily, Xie Hanzi felt soft in his heart. He stroked his head and said softly, "I didn't have it before, but later I thought you kids like to eat, so I prepared some and it didn't sink."

Sui Jian was touched and said: "Master is so kind, I will definitely win the next martial arts competition, and I will exchange wine for Master."

Xie Hanzi asked with interest, "What kind of wine do you want to exchange for Master?"

"It's the sake that is said to be produced in Qingjiu Zhai only a few jars in 20 years. Have you ever tasted it, Master?"

Xie Hanzi thought for a while and said, "Not really."

He then laughed and said: "Speaking of this Qingjiu village, it's really amazing. A disciple named Le Zhiyu has been promoted three times in a row because he has no opponent. If he didn't know that the Wulin League is indeed a fair lottery, he would have let it go." People wonder if there is something tricky hidden in it."

Sui Jian fell headfirst on the bed, and said with emotion: "Maybe it's really a lucky star descending to earth."

When Sui Jian was finally able to jump and dance, the martial arts conference had already come to an end.

Jiang Yang narrowly lost to Qi Wuling from Cangyun Sect in the sixth round. In the seventh round, there were still four players left, namely Tang Yishu, Qin Feng from Heiqi Mountain, Wen Ting from Cangyun Sect, and Yuemen Valley. Bai Yuntian.

The four will face off two by two within a day, and finally compare the winner of this martial arts conference.

Sui Jian was followed by the little tail Zhu Lin, and the two of them moved a small bench and sat in the group of Wuwangzong disciples, loudly cheering Tang Yishu up.

Tang Yishu looked at his juniors with a headache, bit the bullet and unfolded the saber technique of Lanyue to meet Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's saber was not as domineering as Tong Jinsong's, and his moves were flexible, and Qin Feng was aggressive, so Tang Yishu fell short after a while.

Bai Yuntian won the victory in less than a stick of incense, looking at Wen Ting who was full of unwillingness, he said indifferently: "Accept."

Tang Yishu was defeated in the end, waving his fan and sitting beside Sui Jian and the others, he said with great interest, "Look at the duel between masters."

Sui Jian admired: "Senior brother is really open-minded."

Tang Yishu lightly tapped his forehead, "You have to admit that you are not as good as others in order to make better progress, learn from it."

Sui Jian had no way to refute, so she turned her head away and watched the final duel seriously.

Bai Yuntian has always been dressed in plain white clothes, white is a very attractive color, because he has a paralyzed face, and his whole body exudes a sense of despondency, unexpectedly it is not against harmony.

Zhou Yuanzheng is somewhat similar to him, but he is more popular than him, unlike him, who is as unkind as Frost and Snow.

Qin Feng has a surly personality, and the two had a heart-to-heart fight. While watching, Sui Jian reluctantly wondered when she would reach their situation, no, better than them, stronger than all of them.

The young man was aroused to be competitive, and his chest seemed to be filled with blood, which made him feel hot all over.

This martial arts competition finally ended with Bai Yuntian's victory in Yuemen Valley. Bai Yuntian didn't make any wish. He said that he came here only to find a strong man, but unfortunately he didn't find one. Two words put the whole event to participate in the martial arts conference. The disciples of the famous family have offended them all over the place.

The corner of Jiang Yang's mouth twitched and said, "If I can beat Lao Tzu, I will beat him to death."

Sui Jian nodded in agreement.

At the end of July of this year, the members of Wuwangzong finally set off to return to the sect.

Zhu Lin kept an eye out, and rode the horse all the way to see if there were any Candle Dragon Cultists around.

Mr. Gao Ye hid on a tall tree, looked at Zhu Lin who was always vigilant, and hesitated: "He will hate us if he does this."

Hou Jie leaned against the tree trunk, and said indifferently, "I've only been in the Wuwangzong for a long time, and I've only stayed in Wuwangzong for a long time. When he practices Wuxiang Kungfu, everything will be fine."

Although Mr. Gao Ye couldn't bear it, he still put the overall situation first, and sighed, "Listen to you."

The author has something to say:

Sui Jian: Do you want to crush senior brother to death?

Little Bamboo Forest: I want to!