I lost my brother

The next day.

In the eyes of the congregation and Bao Zihe's full face hesitating to speak, their wise and mighty leader took the deaf and blind former righteous disciple to ride together and left the Candle Dragon Sect again.

Sui Jian was issued a reward hunting order by the Wulin League, and now most people in the world are racking their brains to catch him so that they can receive the huge bounty and avoid unnecessary troubles, so Zhu Lin had to take him to Walking on this little-traveled path in the mountains and forests.

He was not in a hurry. It would take about ten days to travel normally from Jinyun Peak to Qingjiu Village. He planned to take Sui Jian through the Valley of Witch Doctors and take the trail. If he could, he could arrive three days earlier.

And Tang Qiuwan mentioned to him that the witch doctor Gu specializes in all kinds of difficult diseases, and they may have medicines that can cure Sui Jian's two senses in advance.

It's only early September, and the forests on both sides of the road are already dyed with golden autumn colors on the ends of the branches. The breeze is carrying the refreshing breath of the forest. The weather is neither cold nor hot, but it is a good time to go out.

It's a pity that Sui Jian couldn't see it. He had never ridden a horse in this situation, so he thought it was a novelty for a while.

Sui Jian supported the saddle with one hand, and gently stroked the horse's mane with the other.

Zhu Lin guessed that he was thinking about his mount, and with a thought, he held the rein with one hand and half encircled him with the other arm.

Sui Jian was suffocated by his sudden movement, and remembered that Ah Hua was changing her medicine yesterday, so she suddenly bit her wrist hard, the bite mark could be clearly felt, but no blood was seen , it is estimated that according to his strength, this mark cannot be removed within a few days.

When he was a child, he once saw a wild dog in an alley that went mad. For some reason, the dog was salivating, and the sinuses of the nose were wrinkled fiercely. , and even biting people——Ah Hua must have suffered from the same strange disease.

With lingering fears in his heart, he wondered if Ah Hua had really suffered from some kind of strange hysteria, so now he would still want to bite some part of himself.

Zhu Lin didn't know that his image in Sui Jian's mind had already been equated with a mad dog, so he leisurely held his hand that was stroking the horse's mane.

Sui Jian resisted not to dodge, secretly accumulating strength, thinking that if he dared to bite again, she would whip him.

Fortunately, Ah Hua didn't fall ill, but spread out his palm, and wrote two characters stroke by stroke. After Sui Jian carefully distinguished, what he wrote was "Treading Snow".

He understood, Ah Hua just saw him bored and wanted to chat with him to relieve boredom.

Sui Jian felt her heart go weak, she relaxed completely, and asked, "Taxue, is that the name of this horse?"

Holding his finger and shaking it up and down gently, Zhu Lin wrote the word "white" again.

"It turns out it's white." Sui Jian's eyes softened, and some imagery appeared in his mind: "Mo Yun is black, and the two of them, one black and one white standing together, are quite a match."

He changed his mind and asked, "Is Treading a male or a female?"

Zhu Lin wrote, "public".

Sui Jian said with some regret: "It's a pity that Mo Yun is also male, otherwise we can let them get to know each other, and maybe they can be paired with a pony to play with."

There was a slight vibration in the warm chest behind him, and Zhu Lin was smiling.

Zhu Lin continued to write on the palm of his hand, "If you can't be a lover, you can still be a friend."

Sui Jian read this sentence following his strokes in a low voice, and Zhu Lin answered this sentence very naturally, so natural that he couldn't fault it.

Sui Jian suddenly thought of a serious question, he cleared his throat unnaturally, and asked cautiously: "Ah Hua, have you ever had a girl you liked?"

Zhu Lin was taken aback by the abruptly changed topic of teaching him, stared at his ears with a complicated expression, and wrote "nothing" on his palm with some hesitation.

Is there no girl you like, or no one you like?

Sui Jian wanted to continue asking, but he was inexplicably cowardly, and kept his mouth shut. Fortunately, he couldn't see or hear, so he relieved a little embarrassment.

Zhu Lin let go of his palm, and Sui Jian concealedly buried his hand again in the temple hair on Ta Xue's neck. The slender fingers were faintly visible among the snow-white hair. Zhu Lin stared at him unconsciously, as if exuding a warm and fluorescent expression. Fingertips, almost going the wrong way.

The two continued to walk for a long time in silence.

Even if Zhu Lin chose all the paths in the forest, it is impossible to see no trace of people. There is a small stall selling herbal tea not far ahead, which can make people on the road stop for a while.

Zhu Lin asked Treading to stop and dismounted first, and Sui Jian followed him down smoothly. Zhu Lin's hand remained calm and slightly stretched forward until he stepped on the ground safely.

Zhu Lin didn't have too much contact with Sui Jian while walking, but he would lightly tap Sui Jian's saber with his finger when he encountered a roadblock.

The two of them had a calm demeanor and a swift gait, others were stunned to see that there was a blind man here.

The tea shop is not too small, with five tables placed randomly, and each table is equipped with four small benches to match it. Now two groups of people are sitting among them, drinking tea and chatting.

At one of the tables sat four big and three thick men, a big man with a beard around his mouth took a sip of herbal tea and said leisurely: "Hey, I don't know where the rebel from the Wuwang sect is now. It cost him a lot of money to kill him."

A bystander said: "But how did I hear that Wuwangzong is going to live?"

"If you are alive or dead, then you have to know where the person is first."

On the other two tables sat seven or eight people uniformly dressed in brown bunts. The leader had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He was thin and shorter than the group of people around him. The others sat in a circle around him intentionally or unintentionally.

The man held the teacup in a callused and rough hand and refused to drink, and was listening to the conversation between the four big men with interest.A silver chain was tied around his waist, and a black dart hung from one end of the chain.

This group of people are bodyguards, and the jet-black bodyguards are from the Wanrong Bodyguard Bureau in Sichuan.

Zhu Lin looked at them calmly, poured a cup of herbal tea for Sui Jian, put it on the table in front of him, and tugged his sleeve lightly.

Sui Jian paused, turned her head, stared blankly at Zhu Lin, and thought of something, smiled at him, picked up the tea bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

When he raised his hands, his sleeves slipped a little, and the scorching sun that broke into the forest like a wild in the early autumn hit him, making his hands dazzlingly white.

The fingers were slender, and the palm was not too wide, which fit just right in my hand, with well-defined joints. If you observe carefully, you will see calluses of different thicknesses on the tiger's mouth and the second joint of the index finger, which are left over from his years of sword practice.

On his slender and strong wrist, there was a dark purple bite mark printed on it, which looked abrupt and ferocious. It was the mark left on him by his own inability to control it.

Zhu Lin stared at the domineering bite mark, felt his heart beat half a beat slower, his eyes became darker, and he smiled quite contentedly.

The conversation over there was still going on, and someone asked the big man, "This world is so big that if you really want to hide, you may not be able to find it. Besides, we don't even know what people look like."

Someone from the bodyguard's group interjected: "It's useless to know what he looks like, if he happens to know how to disguise himself?"

Seeing that they were all actively participating in the conversation, the bearded man couldn't help but feel a little excited. The empty tea bowl slammed heavily on the table: "Everyone only knows one thing but doesn't know the other. I heard that the Sui Jane's saber has a lot of background—have you heard of the Kunpeng sword?"

The head of the escort with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks said with interest: "Oh? But the Kunpeng Sword, which ranks seventh on the Jianghu weapons list? Isn't that Xie Hanzi's saber?"

The bearded man proudly said: "Yes, it is the Kunpeng sword. I heard people say that the Sui Jian killed Xie Hanzi precisely because he coveted his master's Kunpeng sword. I didn't expect that Xie Hanzi's life will be so glorious in the end. It is really embarrassing to die at the hands of my apprentice."

When others heard the news, they talked a lot, regardless of whether it was true or not, as excited as if they had secretly peeped into the secret of a famous family in the world.

Someone gloated and echoed: "Is that true? This is also fate. It is said that the Sui Jian is still Xie Hanzi's personal disciple who has been searching for many years. This Sui Jian is also impatient. Xie Hanzi is already an old man who is more than seventy years old. So, he can’t wait another two years? When his master dies, what’s not his?”

"Hey, I don't have enough hearts, who knows how long Xie Hanzi can live."

"But how did I hear that Xie Hanzi is only over fifty?"

"Hey, I heard he's only in his 30s!"

"You all remember wrong."

"That's it."

Zhu Lin listened to their endless rumors to smear the people around him with a blank face. It was a little funny, and there was a bit of unhappiness in the funny.

He added another cup of herbal tea to Sui Jian, and with a smile on the corner of Sui Jian's mouth, she picked up the tea bowl and drank it in small sips.

Zhu Lin stared carefully at his tranquil eyebrows, thinking carefully, this person is now his property, if discrediting him, wouldn't that be discrediting himself?

He rubbed the teacup gently with his fingers, thinking about how to let these people die so as not to attract Sui Jian's attention.

The head of the escort suddenly raised his voice and said: "The Kunpeng Sword is a rare magical weapon. This sword was made by the master swordsmith Mu Dongqing. It is silver and white. It is rumored that even if the person holding the sword is a waste, it can also use it. Potential."

He suddenly turned his head to Sui Jian's back and said: "I have seen the style of this sword with my own eyes before, and it is somewhat similar to this little brother's saber."

Kunpeng was placed next to Sui Jian's hand, while the master was still sipping the poor-tasting herbal tea leisurely, with an inscrutable expression on his face.

In fact he just happened to be thinking and was deaf.

A bodyguard was dissatisfied with his attitude, stood up and shouted: "Hey! I'm talking to you, are you dumb!"

Zhu Lin's long and narrow eyes moved, and he glanced lightly at the person who was speaking. For some reason, the person was frightened by this unintimidating glance and fell back to his original position.

The leading bodyguard inspected countless people, and at a glance, he saw that Zhu Lin had an extraordinary demeanor and was not easy to mess with. He didn't feel offended, and still politely said: "Su Zhizhong from the Wanrong Escort Bureau, if I guess correctly, the little brother is the Wuwang sect." Sui Shaoxia."

Sui Jian remained silent, and Zhu Lin neither explained to anyone that he couldn't hear, nor told Sui Jian that he was recognized, and lazily rested his chin in one hand, pretending that the group of people was empty.

Wanrong Escort Agency is the largest Escort Agency in Central Sichuan, and the clay figurines are still a bit angry, not to mention that they feel a little bit amazing.

When the subordinates saw that their respected escort head was being neglected in this way, someone immediately stood up and shouted: "So ignorant of good and evil, everyone, I think he is the villain of Wuwangzong who deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors. If he is caught, there will be great danger." Pen's bounty!"

Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man. The crowd was incited by his words, and relying on their numbers, they stood up one after another, and took up the weapons at hand to arrest people.

Zhu Lin's interest was ruined, and there was a bit of sternness in his eyes. The head of the escort had been jealous of him all the time. Seeing his demeanor, he secretly said bad, but it was too late.

I saw the young man casually picking up the silver sword beside the table, and the others didn't see how he moved. He stepped on the ground silently, his movements were treacherous and vicious, and he couldn't tell which school he was descended from.

Everyone felt a gust of wind blowing by their ears. For some reason, people around them fell to the ground one after another, leaving only a thin red line at the throat. There was no excess blood. They even had their eyes open, but they were already The soul has gone to the west.

Su Zhizhong watched his subordinates and the big guys at the table next to him who were talking and talking die one after another, and finally realized that he had offended someone who shouldn't be offended. He was intimidated by Zhu Lin's cold aura, and his legs and feet couldn't help it. Feeling weak, he sighed from the bottom of his heart, "My life is over!"

Zhu Lin returned the sword without even looking at him.

Sui Jian felt a messy atmosphere all around and a slight tremor on the ground, and asked for no reason: "Has everyone left?"

Only then did Su Zhizhong realize that the man was deaf and blind.

Zhu Lin tugged at his sleeve, wrote "Go" stroke by stroke in his palm, and stuffed Kunpeng into his hand.

Without any doubt, Sui Jian stood up and asked, "Did you give me the money?"

Zhu Lin paused, bit his lower lip and blinked, turned around and dropped a silver ingot on the table, and then squeezed Sui Jian's fingertips to signal for it.

It's hard for the owner of the tea shop to deal with the rubbish, and the extra is just hard work.

Su Zhizhong suddenly asked loudly and painfully behind the two: "Why didn't you kill me too!"

Zhu Lin watched Sui Jian get on the horse steadily, and sat on it himself, and ran briskly on Taxue, leaving Su Zhizhong and the messy corpse far behind.

Who knows.

Maybe it was because of that "Sui Shaoxia", Zhu Lin thought indifferently.