I lost my brother

On a scorching summer day, a man in indigo clothes gallops down a forest avenue on a black steed.The man was about 21 or [-] years old, with a clear face, a tall and straight figure, and a faint smile habitually hanging from the corner of his mouth. He was just Sui Jian who was on his way to participate in the quadrennial martial arts conference.

A month ago, Sui Jian was ordered by his teacher to go to the Witch Doctor Valley to get some medicinal materials for Master Pang Ye. He thought that half a month would be enough time to go back and forth—if Tang Yishu hadn’t insisted that he hand over a letter to Zhao Yunjun himself. hand, and the mysterious Miss Zhao happened not to be in the valley.

Therefore, he stayed in the Witch Doctor Valley for a longer period of time, and almost missed the time to go to Jingchang to participate in the martial arts conference.

Speaking of this martial arts conference, it is really a fateful journey.

This is the third time he has participated in the martial arts competition, the first time he barely won two rounds because of his young age.Last time, they won all the way to the end, but they faced the humanoid weapon Bai Yuntian again. The two fought so hard that it was impossible to tell the winner. In the end, they both fell under the ring, and it was barely a draw.And because there has never been a tie in the history of the Wulin Conference, the agreed winner can ask the Wulin League for a wish, and because the seniors can't make up their minds, they don't count.

He later learned that each person can only participate in this martial arts conference three times at most, because the nature of the conference is to give rising stars in the world a chance to show their faces. If a person participates more than three times, he is not considered a "newcomer".

How could he be convinced that he overcame all obstacles and made it to the end, but lost the chance to ask for his wish because there was no precedent for a draw in the conference.

It's just that later I watched those grumpy seniors in the martial arts league almost fight because of this incident. It's okay to fight, but if you lose your life because of it, the gain will not be worth the loss, and the full of complaints can only be chewed and swallowed by yourself go.

Sui Jian is not a person who pursues fame and fortune, it doesn't matter to him whether he gets the first place, his ability has his own benchmark.

Participating in the martial arts conference has only one purpose - to get a few jars of sake for my master, which has only been produced in 20 years.

This kind of sake is extremely rare. Even if he has a few good friends in the sake village, it is absolutely impossible to go to several jars at once. There is one way to go.

There was the sound of gurgling water.Sui Jian counted his journey, and according to his current speed, he will arrive in Jingchang in one day, and there are still four or five days before the martial arts conference starts to register.

He drove non-stop for several days, and when he was close to the destination, he could stop to let the horse rest for a while, and there was still time for a slow stroll.

Sui Jian rode his horse and followed the sound to find a clear stream. He got off the horse and let the horse forage nearby. He sat by the stream with dry food, intending to eat something to replenish his strength.

The stream flowed quickly, but the water quality was still relatively clear. Sui Jian took two mouthfuls of dry food and planned to fill the empty water bag with water and take it away.He casually glanced at the water continuously poured into the water bag, and was shocked suddenly. After careful identification, he wondered: "Is this... blood?"

I don't know when, the light red liquid mixed with the originally clear water flowed down together, and the color was already very light when it flowed here, and it would be ignored if you were not careful.Sui Jian poured out the water in the bag, got up and walked against the direction of the flowing water.

The further upstream he walked, the more he could smell a strong smell of blood. Sui Jian frowned and quickened her pace, and finally found the reason for this phenomenon.

Not far away, there were more than a dozen corpses lying here and there. They were uniformly dressed in red-striped white clothes, and their weapons were scattered all over the place. The bloodstains I saw just now flowed from these people.

Sui Jian stepped forward and found that all these corpses were stabbed through the heart with a sword, without exception.It seems that the person who killed them was ruthless and skilled in martial arts.

He lowered his body and found some bloodstains on the grass, in the opposite direction from the corpse.After hesitating for a moment, he decided to follow up and find out.

He walked into a dense forest along the blood trail, where the trees in the forest grew vigorously, covering the sky and the sun.He followed for a certain distance, and the blood trail suddenly stopped. It seemed that the injured person also realized that he had left a mark, and he did not know how to temporarily stop the wound.

Just as he didn't know whether to continue searching or just go back, he moved his ears and heard the sound of fighting not far ahead.

In the woods, five big men dressed in the same clothes as those by the stream just now were besieging a boy.The young man was wearing a black long gown, his clothes were cut in seven or eight cuts, he had many wounds, the right shoulder was the most serious, and was wrapped in a piece of cloth that he didn't know where.

Although the young man was in a distressed figure, he was still calm and unhurried in dealing with the attacks of several people. There was a chilling air in his actions. His brows and eyes were indifferent, which formed a sharp contrast with the ferocious expression on the opponent's face.

"Hey! Demon Cult monster, you hurt my brother dozens of people, and you will be arrested soon. If you stop now, our brother will leave you as a dead body!"

The young man sneered when he heard the words, "If you know what's going on, you should end it yourself, lest you end up being pierced by my sword."

Sui Jian stood on a tree and watched, undecided whether to make a move.

Listening to their conversation, the young man was a member of the Demon Cult. He did something and was chased and beaten by a group of people. Logically speaking, he should help those five people catch the young man, but bullying a young man with so many people is really embarrassing.

"The Devil's Cult, shouldn't it be the Candle Dragon Cult." He thought, if it was the Candle Dragon Cult, maybe this person would know about Zhu Lin's whereabouts.

Zhu Lin suddenly disappeared eight years ago. Since the day Sui Jian was able to go down the mountain alone to practice, she never gave up the idea of ​​looking for him.

Now that the fight of several people is coming to an end, the young man was at the end of his strength, he insisted on killing two of them by relying on his treacherous movements, as he said, it was a way of piercing the heart with a sword.

The remaining three saw their brothers die one after another, and their eyes were shattered. One of them reached out and took out a black object from his bosom. Sui Jian took a closer look and vaguely recognized that it was a small ammunition. Revenge actually wants to die with the boy.

"That's not allowed." Sui Jian took out a few pine nut candies from his pocket, and threw them at them with all his inner strength to keep them in place. Hearing the sound of breaking wind, the young man raised his sword to block it, and said indifferently: " Who is hiding his head and showing his tail, why don't you show up quickly!"

Sui Jian rubbed her nose, watching the excitement by herself became "hiding her head and showing her tail".

He landed lightly, and walked from the dark shade to a brighter place, "Sui Jian, a disciple of the Wuwang Sect, passed by here and has no intention of disturbing you."

When the boy heard his name, his pupils shrank, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his mouth, which he swallowed abruptly.

"It's just this dear friend," Sui Jian walked up to the person holding the ammunition, and took a look at the ammunition, it was still a fireball. "There are a lot of trees in this forest. If it catches fire accidentally, if it affects the nearby people, it will not only be a simple grievance between you."

"I was confused for a while," the man told him to say, blushing, "Young man, please open our brother's acupoints. My surname is Wang, and I am from Baiyu Villa. That boy is a demon and a monster. He has done a lot of evil. He injured dozens of my brother's lives, and we must make him pay for it!"

The Sui Jianjian of Baiyu Mountain Villa has heard that it is a small school in Jianghu, proficient in all kinds of hidden weapons, good and evil, and its reputation in Jianghu is very subtle.He kept an eye on what the man who claimed to be surnamed Wang said, "You said he did a lot of evil, so what evil did he do, tell me, and I will kill him for you."

The person who claimed to be surnamed Wang was questioned by him, and he said in a vague way: "A member of the Devil's Cult...he is from the Devil's Cult, so he does all sorts of evil. Maybe he practiced some kind of demonic art of sucking human blood. He hurt my brother with a single sword. The heart, the method is so cruel, it is simply outrageous!" He spoke incoherently for a long time and did not say why, although Sui Jian was silent, he already had a judgment in his heart.

Throughout the dynasties, the impression left by the Demon Cult on ordinary people is deeply ingrained. It is synonymous with negative words such as evil, hypocrisy, and unscrupulous methods. When ordinary people hear that a teenager is born in the Demon Cult, they should join forces with them to kill evil. How could they know that Sui Jianer Shi once lived with a mild-tempered "monster of the Demon Cult" for a year, so he had some insights into the Demon Cult.

The latter two didn't intend to do anything when they saw Sui Jian, one of them sneered: "Brother, don't talk nonsense with him, Wuwangzong is a well-known and decent school, I think this person must have lied, maybe he and that demon cult monster It's a gang. Bah! You can kill if you want, you talk a lot, and you're acting for someone!"

Sui Jian was inexplicably labeled as an associate of the Devil's Cult, and was about to speak when the sound of sword energy passing through the void came from behind him, and he turned to dodge. The sword energy pierced his throat, and he died.

After the young man killed someone, he didn't care what Sui Jian, an extra outsider, would do. He just closed his eyes and fell unconscious, so unrestrained.

Sui Jian stared dumbfounded at him falling to the ground, the three died indirectly at his hands, this time he really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't clean himself up.He kicked the motionless boy with his toe, and said with a sad face, "What can I do, it's not a problem to just throw it here."

After a while, he finally resigned, put his thumb and forefinger in his mouth and whistled.

Not long after, there was the brisk sound of hooves in the forest, and a black horse came and stopped obediently in front of him.

Sui Jian patted the horse's neck lightly and said: "Mo Yun, Mo Yun, you said why didn't you stop me just now, now it's all right, and I have to let you take this trouble, I knew why I did it today. "

Mo Yun didn't know that his brazen master put all the blame on it, and even rubbed his master's palm very friendly.

Sui Jian lifted the boy up and threw him on the horse's back without knowing how heavy it was, and led the horse out of this land of right and wrong.

The sky in June is like a woman's face, it changes as soon as it changes.The sky was still clear just now, but after walking for a long time, the top of the head was covered by dark clouds.

The rain was so fierce that Sui Jian led Mo Yun to find a cave like a drowned chicken. The cave was not big and barely sheltered the two of them from the wind and rain.

Sui Jian made a fire with local materials, took off his coat and hung it on the stone wall beside the fire to bake.After the baptism of the rain just now, the blood on the young man's face was washed away, revealing his own beautiful appearance, but his face was a little red, Sui Jian squatted down to explore, and it turned out that he had a fever.

He rummaged in his fanny pack and found a small bottle of fever pills.

This small waist bag was tailor-made by Zhou Yuanzheng for several of their senior brothers, and various medicines were put in it according to their injury habits.

He has the most complete medicines in his pocket, and Zhou Yuanzheng said that he is the least worrying of all.It's not just medicine, he also put some small snacks in his pocket. He was afraid that people would joke that he only prepared them for children and girls, but in fact he was greedy.

He had just poured out the water in the water bag and forgot to refill it. Sui Jian got up and rushed into the rain curtain, and came back dripping after a while, holding the water bag that was refilled with water in her hand.

The person who was supposed to be lying in the cave disappeared, and Sui Jian didn't deliberately slow down, showing his empty body.Sure enough, a sword shadow fell from the top of his head. Shi Shiran blocked it with the sandalwood shadow. Before taking off the sheath of the sword, he flipped his wrist and threw the sneak attacker to the ground. , are all the members of the Demon Cult so unlovable?"

The young man was panting heavily, his cheekbones flushed red with a high fever, like a layer of rouge, "What do you want?"

Sui Jian raised her eyebrows, stuffed the pills for high fever into his mouth, forced a sip of water to watch him swallow, and said viciously: "This is the Seven-day Broken Heart Powder formulated by the Wuwang sect, as long as you answer it honestly My problem, maybe if I am in a good mood, I can give you the antidote."

The young man was choking on the water and coughing. It seemed that he didn't expect that the so-called decent children were so despicable. He couldn't catch his breath and passed out again.

Sui Jian's face changed again and again, and she said to herself: "I haven't bullied you much yet, why are you so weak?"

He gave an irritable "tsk" sound, and still took off the boy's blood- and rain-soaked clothes and put them to bake by the fire, and took out the medicine for trauma and applied them to the wounds on his body.

A hole was pierced in his right shoulder, and his flesh was turned outwards. Sui Jian sprinkled a white medicinal powder on him with great distress. This medicinal powder was quite effective in treating trauma, and he was reluctant to use it on weekdays. Most of the people used it, and I thought I would go to Baicaoju to get some more after I went back.

After applying the medicine to him, he took his half-baked clothes and put them on him. He waited on him tirelessly, and finally sat down on the cave wall with his sword in his arms, closing his eyes slightly. Knowing.

He wasn't afraid that the boy would sneak up on him after waking up. If he was reduced to the point where he was successfully attacked by such a wounded person, he wouldn't have to go to the martial arts conference, and would kill himself directly, so as not to embarrass his master.

It was raining non-stop outside, and although the cave was small, it stood still in the wind and rain, temporarily blocking the hustle and bustle, and it was very clean.