I lost my brother

In the beginning of spring, there is light snow, and the feeling of being close to the hometown is timid.

Standing at the foot of Mount Jiuhua again, Sui Jian was dazed for a long while but did not dare to take a step up the stone ladder.

The Jiuhuashan Tongtian Stone Stairway, which was cleaned every day in the past, is now covered with a thin layer of silver. The chaotic footprints on it prove that there are still people from Wuwangzong. At least some people have walked back and forth in the past two days.

Sui Jian touched the wine gourd on her waist, and muttered to herself: "I'm just here to pay respects to Master." As if warning herself like this gave her the courage to go up the mountain.

Even so, he finally chose the slightly steep mountain road next to the stone ladder.

Perhaps in the bottom of his heart, he was still to blame for the catastrophe of Wuwangzong.

He didn't know where Wuwangzong would bury Xie Hanzi's body that day, so he had to go to the ancestral hall with little hope.

The territory of the Wuwang Sect is strangely quiet, and you can always see many disciples walking together on the road, but now there is not even a single disciple from the outer sect.

Few people, such a huge sect, seems like an empty door.

Sui Jian frowned and jumped down from the roof.Standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall, he stretched out his hand to the dark and heavy door, hesitated for a moment, and pushed it away.

The not-so-warm sun in winter slipped silently into the empty ancestral hall through the crack of the opened door, leaving nowhere for the dust dancing in the air to hide.

Sui Jian did not expect that there was actually someone in the ancestral hall at this time.

Originally, there was only a portrait of the old man Changqing in the ancestral hall, but now there is an additional spiritual plaque on the mahogany table in front of the portrait, with the inscription "The position of the family teacher Xie Hanzi", and the man stood upright in front of the spiritual tablet, as if he had already stood there After years, the whole person turned into a stone statue, motionless.

Sui Jian knew who it was just by looking at his back, and he called that person in a low voice: "Yu Xiao."

Guan Yuxiao raised her eyes dully, and turned around slowly, her thin figure was shattered, and when she glanced around, there was no human or ghost, it was more serious than Sui Jian who walked through life and death. It was even weaker once.

With pale face, protruding cheekbones and chapped lips, he said in a seductive way: "Sui Jian, you dare to come back."

Sui Jian walked into the ancestral hall and said calmly, "Why not?"

Guan Yuxiao turned her head, without any vitality on her body, and said expressionlessly: "You deceived the master and killed the ancestor..."

Sui Jian frowned, and interrupted him impatiently: "It's fine for others to talk nonsense if they don't know the inside story, don't you?"

Guan Yuxiao sneered, and said every word: "But Master died because of you, what face do you have to continue to live?"

Sui Jian clenched her fists suddenly, and said vaguely, "Of course, to avenge Master."

Guan Yuxiao laughed hysterically as if he heard some big joke.He covered his mouth with one hand, his shoulders kept shaking, and his treacherous laughter echoed in the ancestral hall.

He smiled, stretched his right hand to the altar behind him, held the Xifeng sword he had placed there, raised it to his chest, and said with evil eyes: "Then I will get rid of you today and avenge Master."

The Sui Jian did not talk to him, and it was useless to talk too much, so he just asked, "Where are the others from Wuwangzong?"

"You're ignoring me again."

Guan Yuxiao slowly pulled out Xifeng, and the fourth-ranked Xifeng sword on the Jianghu weapons list felt the master's excitement, and made a sharp sound, pointing the tip of the sword directly at his former senior brother.

Sui Jian didn't want to fight against his master in front of his spiritual throne, so she calmly persuaded: "You can't beat me."

Guan Yuxiao's brows and eyes suddenly darkened, as if he had been poked in a sore foot.He stopped talking nonsense, and Xifeng appeared in front of Sui Jian in an instant, so fast that only an afterimage remained.

Sui Jian didn't expect him to improve so much in just a few months, she leaped away lightly, and asked in surprise, "What did you do?"

Guan Yuxiao turned around and kicked the door of the ancestral hall shut, and the vision in the room dimmed instantly.

"What did I do?" Guan Yuxiao pointed at Xifeng's sword and said with a nervous smile, "You just need to know that I have worked so hard to take your life."

Guan Yuxiao must have practiced some unorthodox methods or ate some messy things in order to quickly improve his skills in a short period of time.

Sui Jian thought to herself, it can't be ignored.

Sensing his master's fighting intent, Kunpeng let out a slight buzzing sound, and then the snow-white sword came out of its sheath, and with the momentum of splitting chaos, a sword shadow was drawn in the dim ancestral hall.

The people of Wuwangzong have all evacuated already.

The Candle Dragon Sect is like a poisonous flame, harming hundreds of main schools one by one. If it was replaced by the Wuwang Sect ten years ago—no, even a year ago, it still had the power to fight.

Now the head of the Wuwang Sect and several elders are dead or wounded, and the hearts of more than a thousand disciples in the sect have long been scattered. If the Candle Dragon Sect really came, they would have to run away with their heads in their hands.It's better to find a place to go as soon as possible, recharge your energy, and look for opportunities to collide with it.

The famous sect that used to be very popular in the Jianghu has now fallen into a situation of running away with its head wrapped around its head.

Xie Hanzi's body had already been incinerated, and his ashes were scattered in every corner of Wuwangzong's territory with the wind. He lived a glorious life, born as a member of Wuwangzong, and died as a piece of soil of Wuwangzong. In this life, fallen leaves return to their roots. It's also a beginning and an end.

Because of this, Guan Yuxiao was persistent and refused to leave, and no one persuaded him anymore. Everyone was preoccupied with themselves, and no one had the leisure to care about the lives of others.

In the end, he asked Pang Ye for a pack of medicine that could quickly improve his own skill. This medicine was extremely harmful to the body. He took it with the determination to die. He knew that Sui Jian would come back sooner or later, and then he would He had to make a complete settlement with his senior brother.

You die and I die.

Guan Yuxiao's soaring power was raging in his body, and he pressed on every step of the way, forcing Sui Jian to the altar of the old man Changqing.

The back of Sui Jian bumped into the edge of the table, and behind him was Xie Hanzi's spiritual seat. Guan Yuxiao slashed down with his sword regardless. If he dodged, the spiritual seat would definitely be affected by the sword's force, so he did not dodge or dodge, and used his shoulders to give birth. Received this sword.

Guan Yuxiao narrowed his eyes, let out a "giggle" laugh, and sneered with a gloomy face: "Do you know what annoys me the most? It's your sanctimonious appearance now. I don't know what you are. Are you just a bastard who doesn't even know who your parents are? What else have you done these years besides pretending to be in front of the master? You used to use this false appearance to please him in front of the master, so that he would never see I!"

The last sentence was almost screamed out.

Every time Guan Yuxiao said a word, the sword sank into the flesh and blood of Sui Jian's shoulder.

Sui Jian held the Xifeng Sword with his bare hands, preventing it from touching his meridians further, his palm was cut, and blood dripped down the sword.

After listening to Guan Yuxiao's complaints in silence, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line, and his heart was burning with rage. He poured his inner strength and slapped the face that was neither human nor ghost close at hand, and shouted angrily: "Asshole."

Guan Yuxiao was directly stunned by his slap, red and swollen palm prints appeared on his face instantly, his figure paused, his eyes missed Sui Jian's shoulder and neck, and fell on Xie Hanzi's spiritual seat behind him. Master beat me.

Sui Jian avoided Kunpeng's sword, and pushed Guan Yuxiao away with the blade of the sword, covering the wound on his left shoulder, and said with a pale face: "In the past, I only thought that you were spoiled, and I always endured you and let you go." , who knew that you were not only naive, but also ridiculously stupid."

"In your eyes, you can only see that Master is kind to me, and you think he is partial, but you ask yourself, is Master not good enough for you? You don't get anything I have!"

"Master, who is he? He does what he says, and he will be responsible until the end when he accepts his disciples. Everyone knows that he protects your shortcomings. Doesn't he protect you? What are you dissatisfied with!"

"Besides, have you ever thought about what you were doing when I was practicing hard, trying my best to share my worries for Master, and serving his old man with all my heart?"

"You will only follow Master like a follower, showing your sense of existence everywhere. If you are willing to spend half of those efforts on practicing, why are you still using this useless medicine to improve your skills?"

"From the beginning to the end, you have been blinded by your childish little thoughts. You only see what you want to see in your eyes. You don't know that all of this is just because you are blinded by jealousy and have blind eyes!"

The hot blood flowed down the fingers, and hit the ground drop by drop, making a "tick" sound, and soon formed a small puddle.

Sui Jian panted slightly, his body trembling with anger, he slowly stood up straight, and said sternly, "Guan Yuxiao, you really let me down."

Let me down really let me down really let me down...

Guan Yuxiao only had this sentence in his mind, and the side effects of the medicine he took to improve his power suddenly exploded.He suddenly felt that his headache was about to split, and the meridians all over his body seemed to be bursting inch by inch. He couldn't help letting out a low growl, and hit his head on the ground in pain.

Sui Jian was frightened by his madness, and hurried forward to stop him from self-mutilation. He put down his sword and stretched out his hand to check the opponent's pulse, only to find that the opponent's meridians were all damaged, and he was hopeless.

His eyes trembled, "You are...why do you bother..."

Guan Yuxiao was so uncomfortable that he rolled on the ground in every possible way, almost gnashing his teeth and said: "Kill me...kill me...please, brother...kill me!"

Sui Jian's eyes and canthus were all cracked, she bit her lower lip tightly, picked up the Kunpeng tremblingly with her right hand, and pointed the tip of her sword at Guan Yuxiao's neck with bulging veins.

Guan Yuxiao had been tortured to the brink of death by the severe pain, she silently raised her eyes and moved her lips, as if calling "Senior Brother".

Sui Jian closed his eyes fiercely, and when he opened them again, his eyes flickered, and he ended his painful life neatly.

Guan Yuxiao finally stopped suffering, and lay quietly on the ground. If he ignored the blood on the ground, his appearance could even be called serene.

At the last moment of his life, he turned his gaze to the foot of the portrait of the old man Changqing, in the direction of Xie Hanzi's spiritual seat, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Kunpeng fell to the ground with a clang, and Sui Jian propped his hands on the cold ground, retching uncomfortably, but recently he spent all his time running around, hungry and full, and hadn't eaten much, only his stomach I was convulsing, unable to vomit anything.

His nostrils were filled with a strong smell of blood, some from him and some from his junior brother.

He didn't understand what was supporting Guan Yuxiao, even if he risked his life, he would have to touch the medicine to enhance his internal strength, and meet him in battle, brother to brother.

Does he really hate himself so much?

Obviously, at the very beginning, he was still the little junior brother who would hold his arms and call "senior brother", and puff up his face and act like a baby.

The gate of the ancestral hall was suddenly pushed open, and the bright sunlight stung Sui Jian's eyes all at once. He turned his face to the inside of the ancestral hall, and heard the sound of casual applause of "pa, pa, pa", once and for all, The rhythm is full of malicious irony.

The man lazily said: "It was a good show."

Sui Jian opened her eyes incredulously when she heard the sound, turned her head to look at the figure approaching against the light, opened and closed her lips, and murmured: "Zhu Lin."

Hearing this, Zhu Lin smiled softly and said, "So you remember everything that day."

Zhu Lin was wearing a dazzling crimson robe, as if blood could be squeezed out with a twist, which made his skin white as snow.He was tall and slender, with fluttering clothes as he moved, as if walking in his own yard, he walked towards the embarrassed Sui Jian.

Zhu Lin stopped in front of him, squatted down, raised Sui Jian's chin frivolously, looked at his pale and helpless face, and mocked: "Tsk, if you want me to say, you shouldn't show up, find a place to hide , will not be injured."

Sui Jian didn't seem to understand what he said, grabbed his wrist and said eagerly: "It's really you, where have you been these past few months!"

Zhu Lin lowered the corner of his mouth and said expressionlessly: "Go and kill people, haven't you heard?"

He leaned close to Sui Jian's ear and whispered, "I am a monster with hundreds of dead souls on its back." After he finished speaking, he giggled.

Sui Jian felt the warm breath blowing past her ears, took a deep breath, raised her hand and grabbed Zhu Lin's face, roughly pulled his face to her eyes, frowned and said, "Are you crazy? ?”

I haven't seen him for a few months, but Zhu Lin's appearance has become more and more charming, and his whole body is casually seductive. Even at this moment, it seems a little funny to be pulled by someone's face, but it still makes the heartbeat of the people watching it quicken.

Sui Jian only noticed his eyes, Zhu Lin's eyes were like pools of stagnant water, so hollow that one felt hopeless.

It's not right.

Zhu Lin didn't hide, and repeated his words with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Am I crazy?"

He suddenly changed his face, staring at Sui Jian with a dark gaze, like a hungry wolf staring at his prey, he paused every word: "Then let you know what I will do when I am crazy."

After he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed Sui Jian's hair at the back of her head, pulled her closer, and kissed her fiercely.

Sui Jian was stunned for a moment, and struggled desperately after realizing what he was doing.

Zhu Lin calmly placed his other hand on the wound on his shoulder blade that Guan Yuxiao had slashed with the Xifeng sword. Just touching it lightly was enough to make Sui Jian's jaw tremble from the pain.

Zhu Lin seized the gap and stuck the tip of his tongue in. With a kind of desperate determination, he entangled with him to the death and exchanged a bloody kiss.

It seemed as if they were going to drag him into the endless hell together.

For some reason, Sui Jian seemed to hear Zhu Lin crying from this seemingly violent kiss.

After finally waiting for Zhu Lin to kiss enough, Sui Jian was so angry that her lips were trembling, she raised her right hand to slap him, but Zhu Lin grabbed her wrist in a leisurely manner.

He gently stroked Sui Jian's wrist, regretfully said: "The traces are gone."

Sui Jian's heartbeat was beating like a drum, she was obviously very angry, and she had many questions in her heart, but when it came to her mouth, it turned into a sentence, "Are you... hurt?"——he tasted Zhu Lin's love in the kiss just now. The sweet blood in the mouth.

Zhu Lin changed his face suddenly when he heard the words, threw off his wrist, stood up and looked down at Sui Jian, and said coldly: "For the sake of satisfying me, I will give you a piece of advice."

"Don't, don't worry about it anymore. Just find a place to hide quietly. After everything is over, I will go find you."

Zhu Lin licked the corner of his mouth, and smiled a little stiffly, leaving Sui Jian in a daze, turned around and left this place without hesitation.

Sui Jian maintained the posture when the other party left, and stayed in the ancestral hall for about a stick of incense, until the knees of both legs were numb, and then slammed the solid ground with her fists.He cursed in a low voice, blood oozing from his knuckles.

What the hell happened, and why, in just a few short months, it seemed like everyone had changed.

He really, couldn't understand Zhu Lin more and more.

Later, the Sui Jian buried Guan Yuxiao and the Xifeng sword under the old locust tree in Qingfengju.

He found a paper package on the stone table under the locust tree. The paper and the wrapped thing were tightly glued together. It could be vaguely seen that it was half bitten by someone, and it had completely dried out and hardened. The candied haws, I don’t know how long they have been stored.

He guessed it was Guan Yuxiao's and buried it with him.

When Sui Jian returned to the room she lived in, everything in the room was surprisingly well preserved.He used the medicine powder left in the room to cover the wound on his body, took off his blood-soaked clothes, and changed into a clean one.

His complexion was pale, and he stood alone under the old locust tree. He raised his eyes to stare at the old tree covered with frost, and stood upright until sunset on the western mountain.

Before he was about to be frozen into an icicle, he finally stretched out his stiff hand, and slowly opened the wine gourd that he had been carrying all along, with the mouth of the bottle facing downwards. On the deserted and lonely land of Qingfeng, when the cold wind blows, the aroma of wine overflows instantly.

After doing all this, Sui Jian picked up the Kunpeng sword, took a final deep look at the slightly desolate Qingfengju, turned around and strode away from this place that had brought him countless good memories.

His face was expressionless, and his heart was crying blood.

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Zhu Lin lowered his head: Brother, I was wrong

Sui Jian stretched out her hands to pinch his face, it was so soft and easy to pinch