I lost my brother

Sui Jian opened her eyes suddenly, turned over and sat up, panting heavily and said hoarsely: "Don't run!"

Xie Hanzi, who was dozing off by the side of the bed with one hand propping his forehead, hadn't opened his eyes yet, so he pulled up the slipped quilt. It had become a habit to take care of him like this these days.

Not yet out of the nightmare, Sui Jian turned her head in a daze, and called to Xie Hanzi's face uncertainly: "Master?"

A warm hand touched his forehead, and Xie Hanzi said softly, "The fever is gone." He picked up the white porridge on the side, and used his internal energy to heat it to a moderate temperature. Drink some of this, you won’t be able to eat peach blossom crisps in a short time, and neither can pine nut candies.”

It wasn't until a bowl of bland porridge was in his belly that Sui Jian gathered his strength and grabbed Xie Hanzi's sleeve, and said anxiously, "Where is Zhu Lin? How is Zhu Lin? Someone attacked me that day, and I was unconscious, leaving him alone." Man, is he injured too?"

"He was not injured." Xie Hanzi said calmly, "You have been in a coma for half a month. The disciples in the sect have searched every corner of Wuwangzong but can't find him. The Candle Dragon Sect has also sent people to inquire, and there is no news about him. Back there, he disappeared."

"Disappear? What do you mean by disappearing? If he is a living person, he can say that he is gone!" Sui Jian's chest heaved violently, "By the way, Houshan... Where is Houshan? He always goes there to practice."

"Of course Houshan has also searched for it." Xie Hanzi mercilessly dismissed his last hope, "But it's good news if you can't find anything, do you understand?"

There was nothing to be found, no one, and naturally no corpse, Zhu Lin might still be alive.

Sui Jian threw off her quilt, "I'm going to look for him, I don't believe he just disappeared, how can anyone take him away in Wu Wangzong...Master!"

Xie Hanzi pushed him back gently but still forcefully, and said, "Be honest." He sighed, as if he was adjusting his emotions, "Little Jane, can you take care of yourself first?"

A flash of panic flashed in Sui Jian's eyes. Xie Hanzi knew that his attitude might have frightened him, so he reached out to touch his head soothingly, halfway through, he changed the direction, just covered him with the quilt again, then turned and left out.Sui Jian, who was left confused, was thinking wildly in the room, and soon fell asleep again.

The crescent moon hangs unfathomably in the deserted night, watching the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the world with cold eyes.Stepping on the clear light, Xie Hanzi wandered aimlessly, and walked to Baicaoju without knowing it.

A surge of anger suddenly surged in his heart, why should he be the only one worrying here, while his senior brothers are all sleeping leisurely.

Although the unreasonable anger came from no reason, he still quietly sneaked into Pang Ye's room immorally.

The owner of the house was sleeping soundly, so he picked him up by his collar, jumped out of the window, and landed on the roof of an empty house in two ups and downs. The gourd drank in a muffled voice.

Pang Ye was so strangled by his collar that he was almost out of breath. He coughed for a long time before he recovered. Seeing that the culprit was drinking without any introspection, he pointed at him furiously and said, "Xie Hanzi! What are you doing! Daddy!" In the middle of the night, you! You!" He said "you" for a long time and didn't say anything, maybe he was used to being bullied, and when no one paid attention to him, he straightened his clothes, sat on the roof with his buttocks, turned his head and sulked.

The night was as cold as water, Xie Hanzi had just finished bullying his innocent junior, and drank a couple of sips of wine, but he didn't feel much better.

Pang Ye couldn't hold back the anger for less than a stick of incense. He lifted his foot and kicked Xie Hanzi's trouser leg, and said in a low voice, "Your precious apprentice will come out to harm people as soon as he wakes up."

"Wake up." Xie Hanzi didn't care about his "follower offender", and shook the small wine gourd in his hand. There was not much wine in it, and it was only for him to quench his thirst when he was bored. "He asked me where Zhu Lin had gone, and wanted to find him by himself."

"Did you tell him?"

Xie Hanzi said indifferently: "Dig three feet into the ground, and you won't see people when you're alive, and you won't see corpses when you're dead."

Relying on the understanding of his senior brother for many years, he would never say such heart-wrenching words to his beloved apprentice. Pang Ye was a little worried and said: "If Zhu Lin is really brought back to the Candle Dragon Sect, then they are not With a new conspiracy, you are digging your own grave."

Xie Hanzi sneered, "Are you an idiot when you think of the Demon Cult? Even if they really took the person away, what can we do if we refuse to admit it, maybe they will beat us up and ask us for someone."

He poured the last sip of wine into his mouth, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and said darkly: "Everyone in the Demon Cult deserves to die."

Jiang Yang held a plump, rosy apple in his hand, and deliberately bit into it with a "click" sound.

Ever since he knew that Sui couldn't eat anything other than porridge for a short period of time, Jiang Yang seized all the spare time to bring food to him to annoy others. Melons, fruits and cakes were nothing. Buy what you see is delicious, and it is also called "Taste the taste for the younger brother, and the younger brother will look at it as if he has eaten it himself."

Sui Jian chewed the poor white porridge in her bowl resentfully, in a daze it tasted bloody after eating a simple bowl of porridge.He has chased and scolded, but the senior brother has nothing else, except that his face is thicker than ordinary people, no matter what he does, he will piss him off rain or shine.

Really, it's too deceiving!

Zhou Yuanzheng walked in without knocking on the door. These days, he came to check Sui Jian's pulse every day. It was funny to say that he gradually became acquainted with Sui Jian because of Sui Jian's frequent illnesses.

"Senior Brother Zhou." Sui Jian greeted feebly, while Jiang Yang beside him smiled treacherously.Zhou Yuanzheng pressed his wrist calmly, "The remaining poison is almost cleared up, and we can resume practicing in two days."

Sui Jian retracted her hands under the quilt, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Thank you, brother."

"It's just..." Zhou Yuanzheng hesitated to speak, and Sui Jian said carelessly, "Speak up if you have anything, brother, I can handle everything now."

Zhou Yuanzheng glanced at him, "The poison in you is really domineering. Even if the poison is cleared now, there will still be some sequelae, such as chills. From now on, yin-type martial arts are absolutely untouchable, and cold places should be kept to a minimum. Go, remember."

"The 'Kunpeng swordsmanship' that my master taught me is masculine, so it should be fine. I will be careful, thank you brother."

Even when he was sick, he still had a silly smile, and Zhou Yuanzheng finally understood why even Tang Yishu, who was as calm as Tang Yishu, was willing to make friends with him.

Zhou Yuanzheng looked away, and glanced at Jiang Yang who was still lingering, "Is Junior Brother Jiang all right?"

Jiang Yang exchanged glances with him, "Ah, it suddenly occurred to me that there is still something to do, little Jian, don't worry, senior brother will come to see you tomorrow."

"I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first." Zhou Yuanzheng stood up, "Don't cause trouble for others."

It was only after Sui Jian got to know him well that he realized that the translation of this sentence was "You need to get well soon." She accepted the awkward comfort from Senior Brother Zhou, dumbfounded, and waved her hands: "Got it, hurry up, let's go, let's go. .”

He was the only one left in the room, and Sui Jian was tossing and turning, lying down and feeling uncomfortable. He put his arms under his head, thinking seriously about how serious and minor disasters he had suffered this year. Several barrels.

"Do you want to go to the temple to worship?" He frowned tightly, "I don't know where Zhu Lin is now." After thinking for a long time to no avail, he let out an irritable "tsk" and covered himself with the quilt.

Zhou Yuanzheng and Jiang Yang went out together, and after walking a certain distance, Zhou Yuanzheng said, "That Demon Cult proton was taken back to the Demon Cult in all likelihood."

Jiang Yang pondered for a moment, and said, "Zhu Lin and Sui Jian have a deep relationship, and they don't seem to be the ones who would beat him up before leaving."

"That day he came to Baicaoju with Sui Jian behind his back, and his demeanor did not seem to be fake," Zhou Yuanzheng analyzed: "That means someone forced him for some purpose and killed Sui Jian."

"This person can come and go freely in the Wuwang Sect, and he can take away a person. His acting style is so bold, and the poison of unknown origin has been placed on Sui Jian. It seems that there are quite a few people from the Devil's Cult of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. " Jiang Yang sighed, "The rain is about to come, Senior Brother Zhou."

Zhou Yuanzheng was silent, the sky was as blue as washing, and the breeze was blowing on his face. It was a rare good weather in autumn, but his mood was like being pressed down by a boulder, full of worries.

Zhu Lin was also in a bad mood. They did not return to Duolin Cliff that day. Hou Jie took him to the legendary place where Wan Zhengcong left him a treasure. It was at the junction of Wumiao Peak and Heiqi Mountain. Its name is Jin Yunfeng.

Jinyun Peak is surrounded by mountains on three sides, backed by a dense forest, and there are gurgling clear streams in the forest. The geographical conditions are much better than the original Duolin Cliff, and even comparable to the beautiful Jiuhua Mountain.

Zhu Lin silently passed the word Jinyunfeng on the tip of his tongue, and looked at Hou Jie questioningly, Hou Jie put away his cynical smile, and said softly: "It's your mother's 'Jinyun', this Jinyun Feng is the token of love that your father gave your mother back then."

Zhu Lin sneered in his heart, no matter how loving they were back then, it couldn't change his father's temperament and bloodthirsty, which caused those troublesome orthodox sects to encircle and suppress the Candle Dragon Sect, causing his mother to give birth prematurely and give birth He also caused him to bear a heavy burden called revenge since he was born.

He was silent all the way, and it got worse after he knew the name of the new stronghold. If he was not breathing, he would be no different from a dead person.

The new Candle Dragon Cult is still on the top of the mountain, but it is more magnificent than the original one. Although it is not resplendent, it is also stacked with green tiles and vermilion eaves. From a distance, the houses are indistinct, with carved railings and jade. His father must have been exhausted back then. It took a lot of hard work to achieve such a beautiful scenery.

The guardian of the left, Mr. Gao Ye, led some congregants to greet him at the door. Although he didn't want to pay attention, he stretched out his hand and didn't hit the smiling face. Besides, Mr. Gao Ye took good care of him at Duolinya, so Zhu Lin could only reluctantly speak politely to him.

Hou Jie smiled and watched him put away his cheating feet, and pretended to be an adult without leaking any water. Take a break and make plans."

Zhu Lin didn't know what he was planning, but he couldn't find anything wrong, so he could only give a passive and indifferent "hmm".

Regardless of whether it is true or false, at least their attitude towards him is indeed like treating a real young leader.

After he finished bathing, it was getting late, Hou Jie invited him to the Treasure Pavilion without hesitation, and said as he walked: "Actually, this Jinyun Peak is the treasure left by your father. Outsiders only know that there is a fairy mountain here. But I don’t know how to get in. At the foot of the mountain, there is a gossip array and a maze array, ordinary people can’t get in, and if no one guides them, it’s possible to die here.”

Zhu Lin was led to the legendary Treasure Pavilion, which has three floors. The first floor is nothing more than gold and silver treasures, as well as some priceless jewels. a road for people to walk on.

The treatment on the second floor is much better. They are all weapons, including swords, guns, swords and halberds. "Don't underestimate these things. These are all won by your father in a competition with others, and they are all on the list of weapons in the world." famous."

Zhu Lin looked around with great interest. Hou Jie didn't stop walking, and took him directly to the top floor. This floor was very empty, with many night pearls inlaid on the wall, and there was only a wooden shelf one person high in the center of the room. There was something like a book on the shelf.

Zhu Lin picked up the book, and on the cover was written the words "Wuxiang Gong".

"This is the greatest treasure left to you by your father, the secret book of Wuxiang Gong." Hou Jie said with emotion, "Only you are qualified to practice it."

"Hmph." Zhu Lin sneered, holding the legendary "The Greatest Treasure" casually with one hand, and said casually: "You are so good, why don't you practice it, Hou Jie, don't talk about others, you don't look like that For those who don’t practice the cheats, what is the reason why it is up to me, did you say it yourself, or wait for me to find out?”

Hou Jie lowered his head to meet Zhu Lin's sarcastic eyes, and said lightly: "It is true that only you can practice. If other people want to get their hands on this secret book, they have to die. The Candle Dragon Sect has been passed down to this day, relying on two things. Although Xianggong and Wuxianggong are powerful, they are also too evil, so we need a thing to restrain it, that is, "hunting soul bead". Only the leader knows the method of making the soul bead. Your mother was in front of you when you were born The face of all people gave you the only soul-killing bead, so in this world, you are the only one who will be safe and sound if you practice this formless skill."

Zhu Lin narrowed his eyes, half-believing in his words, "You said Wuxiang Gong is too evil, what kind of evil method is it, let's hear it?"

Hou Jie said helplessly: "I just heard that those who secretly practice Wuxiang Kungfu will make rapid progress in martial arts at first, but will lose themselves more and more. Without exception, they will either commit suicide or become mad and explode to death in the end. I I know you don't believe me, but I swore to be loyal to the Candle Dragon Cult for the rest of my life, and time will tell."

Zhu Lin looked at the secret book in his hand, and felt like a chicken being put on the fire waiting to be cooked and eaten. A sense of powerlessness from within deeply overwhelmed him.

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