I lost my brother

Sui Jian's complexion changed suddenly, and he pulled him up by the collar, gnashing his teeth, and asked, "What's wrong with Wuwangzong, you talk!"

That person just wanted to see the panicked look on Sui Jian's face, and his goal was achieved, no matter how hard he asked him, he kept silent, just kept laughing in a low voice, with a very arrogant attitude.

Sui Jian let go of her hand, whistled to summon Mo Yun, and ignored the group of defeated soldiers, and disappeared before everyone's eyes like a gust of wind.

Zhu Lin watched him walk away calmly, jumped off the truck transporting the wooden barrels, stepped on the face of the person who fell on the ground, and said casually: "I, I hate it the most when someone reveals what is going to happen in advance, so that you can get rid of it." No surprises at all.”

He moved his feet down slowly and stopped on the man's neck, feeling the tension on the soles of his feet that he couldn't swallow, as well as the throbbing arteries.

After teasing the other party enough, he stomped on the man's neck with a little force, with an expression as if he had accidentally trampled an ant to death.

He turned his head slowly, looked at the people he and Sui Jian stuffed into the wooden barrel, and pretended to be distressed: "My brother likes to leave a lot of marks when doing things, and I have to help him clean them up."

He dragged the broken sword, and the sword tip rubbed against the ground to make a screeching sound, making sure that everyone present could hear it. After enjoying enough fun like a cat teasing a mouse, he silenced everyone expressionlessly.

Under the cold moonlight, the scarlet liquid with the smell of iron flowed all over the place along the wooden barrels.

The strong smell attracts the beasts that come out for food at night, and pairs of green eyes stare at it hungrily.

Zhu Lin raised the corner of his mouth like a ghost, and said with a smile: "You're welcome."

The missing corner of the moon stares at people coldly. Fortunately, even though it is incomplete, it is still willing to shine on the world.

Sui Jian was so anxious that she wished she could just put on her wings and fly back to Wuwangzong, but even if she was so anxious, it would be two days before she arrived at Wuwangzong.

He stepped on the stone steps of Jiuhua Mountain to Wuwangzong. He walked this way up the mountain countless times, but never felt it was so long like today, and never felt his heart beat so hard when he came back. Like a drum beating, it made his chest ache.

There were several children sweeping the floor in front of the gate, one of them looked up and saw him, and shouted excitedly: "Senior Brother Sui!"

The people around him quickly tugged at him, as if he suddenly thought of something, he looked at Sui Jian with a bit of bewilderment, and the broom in his hand didn't move.

Looking at their expressions, Sui Jian knew that the matter was much more serious than he had imagined. He forced a smile on his pale face and habitually wanted to give them candy. Only when he opened his pocket did he realize that he had given out all the snacks to others. .

He reluctantly closed his waist bag, gently stroked the little boy's head, and walked into the gate of Wuwangzong with heavy and fast steps.

Xiao Tong has been staring at Sui Jian's figure in a daze, and the person who pulled him by the side just said in a low voice: "He is not Senior Brother Sui, idiot!"

Sui Jian had disappeared, but the boy still couldn't bear to look away, his eyes were a little red and he said, "Why not, Senior Brother Sui is so nice..."

He finally moved his eyes away, and the broom moved again, carefully cleaning the mess in front of the door.

Sui Jian wanted to go back to Qingfengju directly, but he didn't expect to run into Song Xiaopo who was in a hurry on the way. He cupped his fists and saluted as a disciple, and said respectfully, "Uncle Song."

Song Xiaoling's usually Gujing Wubo face unexpectedly showed a look of anger after seeing him, and he seemed incredulous: "Sui Jian? Do you dare to come back?"

Sui Jian didn't understand what he meant, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "This is the master's school, and the disciples will naturally return here."

"Master?" Song Xiaoling sneered, grabbed his wrist and said, "Follow me."

Sui Jian resisted the idea of ​​pulling back her wrist, and told herself repeatedly in her heart that this is the teaching elder, first see if he has any important matters, and it will not be too late to go back to visit the master after all are resolved.

He didn't expect that Song Xiaoling's most important thing was to pull him to ring the self-examination bell again.

It wasn't until the dull bell was rung that Song Xiaolong let go of his shackles. Sui Jian's face was pale, and he couldn't help but take two steps back and asked sharply, "Mr. Song, what's the meaning of this?!"

Self-examination Zhong Xionghou's voice has never been so clear. People came to the meeting room one after another, and they were surprised when they saw the Sui Jian, and worried that Song Xiaoling would not dare to speak loudly, so they could only look at each other inquiringly.

Seeing their appearance, Sui Jian was getting more and more puzzled by Monk Zhang Er. He didn't understand that he had been away from the sect for less than ten days, how come back, every one of them looked like he had seen a ghost.

It still looks like a ghost with a grievance.

Not long after, the head Wang Jue, all the elders, and his senior brothers and sisters all came. Sui Jian searched back and forth for a long time but couldn't find his master. Uncle Pang Ye was also missing.

Wang Jue led the crowd into the meeting hall, and the disciples with insufficient qualifications could only wait outside the door for a judgment.

All the disciples discussed one after another: "I don't know how Senior Brother Sui will be dealt with."

"Didn't you say you were expelled from the division?"

"Shh, I don't know yet."

Sui Jian looked at Tang Yishu and the others flusteredly, but there was no response, only Shen Qiong was still watching him tenderly, giving him some comfort.

The door of the meeting hall was closed, Wang Jue sat on the top seat, the remaining elders sat on the left and right, and the personal disciples stood aside.

Wang Jue's always kind smile now carried a hint of sarcasm, and said loudly, "Sui Jian, why do you still have the face to stand here?"

Sui Jian didn't understand what he meant, and subconsciously looked at his seniors. Tang Yishu frowned, and finally looked at him, opened his mouth and made a mouth shape. Sui Jian could tell that he said "kneel down".

It was understandable that he knelt down without knowing why, but it was awkward no matter what Wang Jue said just now.

He stabilized his mind and said: "I don't know what happened, why the brothers and sisters pointed at me when they saw me, why Master Song brought me to ring the self-examination bell, why I knelt here like a prisoner, I also hope that the master master will make it clear."

"Why?" Wang Jue looked at him condescendingly, "Let me ask you, where have you been these few days?"

Sui Jian was in a dilemma for a while, he didn't know if the people present knew about Xie Hanzi's physical condition, and he didn't dare to tell the reason easily, he only told half the truth: "I went to Xueyu Mountain Villa."

"What did you do?"

Sui Jian bit the bullet and said, "Visit."

"Visit," Wang Jue repeated, tapped twice on the armrest of the mahogany chair, and asked with a smile, "Who are you with?"

"No one but myself."

The meeting hall was silent, and Wang Jue said for a while, "Listen, all of you, is there any truth in his mouth?"

Song Xiaoling paused every word and said: "People from Xueyu Villa wrote to say that you went to the top of Beishan at night and stole the holy medicine of Xueyu Villa, Sui Jian, is there such a thing?"

Sui Jian raised her head suddenly, eyes full of surprise and said: "Impossible!"

"Just say yes, or not." Song Xiaoling stared into his eyes, "Do you dare to swear in the name of your master?"

Of course Sui Jian didn't dare, his original intention of going to Xueyu Villa was to steal the so-called "Qing Yi Pill", Song Xiaolong really understood him, and he had nothing to say when he asked such a heart-warming question.

Song Xiaosong looked at his expression, nodded slightly, and said calmly: "That's right, it's a crime."

"The second crime is that the Martial Arts League broke into the Wuwang Sect three days ago and made a big noise, accusing you of colluding with the demon sect monsters, intending to make a comeback on the day when the 20-year agreement between the demon sect and the Zhengdao hundred schools expires, and once again create disasters. Do you have something to say?"

"Fart!" Sui Jian couldn't help swearing, she grinned her teeth and said, "It's just nonsense!"

"Then let me ask you, who have you been with these past few days? Do you dare to say that it's not the person from the Demon Cult last time?"

Song Xiaoling added lightly: "I swear in the name of your master."

Sui Jian's eyes were shattered, and he spoke quickly: "I am with him, but I have never discussed with him to cause trouble in the world, let alone collusion."

The blue veins on Jiang Yang's forehead bulged, and he clenched his hands into fists, as if he was trying to endure, but he couldn't help it, he strode forward suddenly, knelt down beside Sui Jian and said: "Disciple Jiang Yang, I would like to vouch for Sui Jian , He grew up with me, and I know best about his character, he will never steal any holy medicine, and he will not be a person who colludes with the devil's religion."

Sui Jian's Adam's apple slid up and down, staring at Jiang Yang's resolute side face, feeling sore and swollen in the heart, with a hint of inexplicable grievance amidst all kinds of discomfort.

His senior brother, after all, believed in him and turned to him.

Mao Yunfei, who had been silent all this time, suddenly yelled at Jiang Yang angrily: "You bastard! Still not backing down! Do you have a place to speak!"

Jiang Yang stiffened his neck and did not move. Mao Yunfei threw the steaming tea in front of him hard, the teacup shattered to the ground, and the hot tea splashed all over Jiang Yang's body. Mao Yunfei blew his beard and stared, "You want to Are you mad at me? Ah!"

Jiang Yang looked moved, and shouted: "Master..."

Sui Jian quietly tugged at his sleeve, then extended a finger to push him.

Jiang Yang and Mao Yunfei looked at each other for a moment, then finally lowered their heads in frustration, got up, and returned to the position where the direct disciple should stand as if exhausting all the strength in his body.

Song Xiaoling turned a blind eye to Jiang Yang's behavior, and then said to Sui Jian: "Collude with people from the Devil's Cult, the crime is two."

Sui Jian couldn't argue with his words, every time he wanted to explain something, Song Xiaoling could always point out the unimportant key point to the point - whether it was going to Xueyu Mountain Villa to steal medicine, or being with people from the Demon Cult, it was a fact that he couldn't refute. What's more, he always brought out Xie Hanzi to suppress him.

"The third crime." Song Xiaoling said cruelly: "All these mistakes you made will require your master to bear the consequences for you."

"Sui Jian, stealing is considered unrighteous, colluding with the demon sect is considered unkind, attempting to commit crimes again is considered disloyalty, and making your master bear the consequences for you is considered unfilial."

"This disloyalty, filial piety, benevolence, and unrighteousness have taught you all over the place. It's really amazing."

"What do you mean my master will bear the consequences for me? What's wrong with my master?!" Sui Jian wanted to get up excitedly, but was hit by Song Xiaoling's whip on the shoulder and knelt heavily, her knee colliding with the ground and making a "dong" sound.

Dou Wenxiu said calmly: "The people of the Martial Arts League want Wuwangzong to hand you over, of course your master refuses, and since you are not here, they can only let them pour dirty water on Wuwangzong."

"Did your master say that those who are dissatisfied can come to Wuwangzong to look for him? Huh, the tone is not small, but I didn't expect that he had suffered a lot of internal injuries, and he insisted on fighting others, which caused the current meridians to flow backward. In a coma."

There was a "buzz" in Sui Jian's mind, and she repeated subconsciously: "The meridian goes retrograde...unconscious...how could it be..."

Wang Jue lowered his eyes to look at Sui Jian, who was in extreme pain, and said with a light smile, "So Wuwangzong decided once again to expel you from the sect and clean up the sect."

His sharp eyes narrowed, and he said sarcastically: "The introspection bell rang twice for you alone, what a great honor."

"Master!" Tang Yishu said in shock: "For Sui Jian, being expelled from the master's school is a huge punishment, and cleaning up the door is too heavy!"

Wang Jue turned his head to look at Tang Yishu, and said softly, "Yishu, do you want me to pass on the headship to you right now?"

Tang Yishu knelt on the ground and said, "I don't dare."

Wang Jue ignored him and asked the elders present, "Anyone have any opinions?"

The elders were silent for a while, Wang Jue nodded and said: "Then do it like this."

"From now on, Sui Jian is no longer a disciple of Wuwangzong. After three days, he will be cleaned up. Before that, he will be locked up in Wuwangzong's torture hall—no one can visit him."

Song Xiaoling clapped his hands, and several disciples of the church opened the door and came in. Song Xiaoling pointed to the Sui slips that hadn't slowed down and said, "Take it down."

Two disciples held Sui Jian's arms, one on the left and one on the right, and dragged him away.

Tang Yishu and the others could only watch helplessly as their junior was led into the abyss.

Powerless.

With a straight face, Zhou Yuanzheng walked out of the meeting hall first. He was fed up with this oppressive atmosphere and went straight back to Baicaoju.

Baicaojuli Pang Ye was busy picking up medicine and dispensing it. Seeing him come back, he said kindly: "Hey boy is back, isn't it fun and fun?"

Zhou Yuanzheng stopped in front of Pang Ye and asked, "Master, why don't you go to the meeting hall?"

Pang Ye shook the herbs in his hand, "Master is very busy, besides, since the result has already been decided, what's the point of going or not."

Zhou Yuanzheng frowned, and said in a blunt tone: "But the final decision of the head is to clean up the door."

Pang Ye let out an "oops" and said casually, "It's so serious."

He was in a hurry, pushed away Zhou Yuanzheng who was standing in front of him and said, "I have to deliver medicine to your Uncle Xie, hey, I'm quite old, and I thought I looked like someone in their 20s, I've suffered a lot Bar."

Zhou Yuanzheng looked at Pang Ye's chattering back, and clenched his hands under his sleeves into fists.

Merlin.

Jiang Yang rubbed Tang Yishu's cheek hard and landed on the tree behind him, his knuckles were bloodshot instantly, and said angrily, "Tang Yishu, what you said was just expulsion from the sect? Now we have to clean up the sect!"

Knowing that he was impatient, Tang Yishu suppressed his anger, pushed Jiang Yang away and said, "Do you think I'm not in a hurry?"

He frowned, and said dejectedly: "I don't dare to say how much I understand Master anymore. It turns out that I have never understood him for so many years."

Jiang Yang didn't know what he meant, and said anxiously: "Then what should we do now, we can't really wait for three days to clean up the house."

Tang Yishu raised his eyes to look at him, and asked in an ethereal voice: "Do you know why it is three days later?"

Jiang Yang seemed to realize something, his lips moved, but he didn't make a sound.

Tang Yishu sneered: "The scum of the Wulin League are still staying in Chengyun City."

Guan Yuxiao held the bowl of medicine personally delivered by Pang Ye, and fed it into Xie Hanzi's mouth spoon by spoon. Xie Hanzi had been in a coma for three days, and there was still no sign of waking up.

Guan Yuxiao lowered her eyes and said softly, "Master, your favorite apprentice will be cleaned up in three days."

"If you wake up now, you can see him one last time."

He took a handkerchief and gently wiped the medicine juice from the corner of Xie Hanzi's mouth, stared at his face, and said with a wry smile: "Master, wake up, you scold me, don't ignore me, Master."

"Master..."

The author has something to say:

In fact, what I wanted to write in the copywriting at the beginning was "the man who takes the blame", but it was changed later.