After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

Before the two of them entered their room, another group of people in dark black martial uniforms suddenly appeared at the door.

The person in the lead was dressed in a black outfit, holding a black iron epee, with a solemn face, and when he saw Bai Guanchen, his footsteps paused, and he turned to walk in the direction of the two of them.

When Shen Qiuting saw this person, his head couldn't help but start to ache.

This group of people are the disciples sent by the Kunlun Sword of the Northern Territory to participate in the Tianyuan Competition.Like Lingyun Pavilion, the Kunlun Sword Sect is good at swordsmanship, but the disciples in the sect prefer heavy swords.

The leader is named Chu Jixue, who is the only disciple of Kunlun Sword Sect Sword Master Lin Xiu, and also a swordsman genius of the same generation as Bai Guanchen and Shen Qiuting.

Back then when Shen Qiuting hadn't lost his cultivation, he was chased by Chu Jixue for a sword competition every day. Later, when Shen Qiuting lost his cultivation, Chu Jixue took aim at Bai Guanchen again, and would fight with Bai Guanchen whenever he had the chance One fight, and the two brothers and sisters couldn't help but want to run away when they saw this sword lunatic.

Chu Jixue stopped three steps away from the two of them, his eyes fell on the ordinary spirit sword in Bai Guanchen's hand, and he couldn't help frowning: "You still can't draw the sword?"

Bai Guanchen's eyes moved, and he politely said hello: "Friend Chu."

Chu Jixue couldn't hear the meaning in his tone that he didn't want to talk, and said sincerely: "With all due respect, your talent is much better than mine, if you have to be trapped in the past and cannot escape, it is a waste of your talent. "

Among the sword cultivators of the same generation, only the two disciples under Daoist Qingxu of Lingyun Pavilion were regarded as opponents by him. Unfortunately, one was possessed by a demon, and the other couldn't hold the natal spirit sword for some reason a hundred years ago.

He has never understood these loves and hatreds, but he just thinks that it is too cruel for a talented swordsman not to be able to hold his own natal spirit sword.

The content of these words is really a little bit of a beating, but this person's tone is so sincere that people don't know whether it is better to be beating or not.

The Kunlun disciples behind Chu Jixue looked at each other in blank dismay, so embarrassed that they wished they could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

No matter how good-tempered a person is, he would want to have a fight with Chu Jixue after being poked in the wound like this, right?

Finally, a young disciple of the Kunlun Sword Sect couldn't see it and came out and pulled Chu Jixue: "Master, we should find a place to live! That... I have a question about the way of swords, and I want to ask Master, Master Uncle, let's go over quickly."

Chu Jixue was indeed distracted, nodded at the little disciple, and said, "Okay, let's go first."

After finishing speaking, Chu Jixue said to Bai Guanchen: "I hope fellow Daoist Bai can use the natal spirit sword to compete with me again next time." Then he left without looking back.

The little disciple was a step behind, and bowed to Bai Guanchen with a bitter face: "Don't blame Bai Xianjun, my uncle has such a temperament, there is nothing wrong with it."

Bai Guanchen's expression was indifferent: "It doesn't matter."

The little disciple, as if he had received an amnesty, quickly chased after Chu Jixue, afraid that he would lose sight of his uncle and offend someone for a while.

Shen Qiuting noticed that Bai Guanchen's hand lightly stroked the spirit sword.

He felt a sudden pain in his heart, and grabbed Bai Guanchen's hand without thinking.

Seeing Bai Guanchen looking over in surprise, Shen Qiuting felt impulsive, and tentatively asked, "Why...can't you pick up the Snow Drinking Sword?"

"I don't know." Bai Guanchen said calmly, "Whether there is Yinxue or not, I am still a swordsman."

He had already forgotten why he couldn't pick up the Yinxue Sword, but it must be an extremely deep obsession to make a sword repairer unable to pick up the natal spirit sword.

He couldn't remember it, so naturally he was not qualified to hold a sword.

The messy feeling in Shen Qiuting's heart was overwhelming, but it calmed down strangely in Bai Guanchen's eyes.

That's right, whether or not he can afford the natal spirit sword does not prevent Bai Guanchen from being a swordsman.

And it's the best swordsman.

Suddenly, as soon as he came to a new place, a group of young and old people in Lingyun Pavilion were very excited, clamoring to go to the city to drink at night.

Lin Lang took advantage of Bai Guanchen's going out to discuss matters with the head teacher, sneaked into Shen Qiuting and Bai Guanchen's yard, and dragged Shen Qiuting out.

Shen Qiuting didn't really want to move at first, but couldn't hold back Lin Lang's fooling around, so he followed her out.

The place chosen by a group of people is in a wine shop in the center of Tianyin City.This wine shop is a rare and lively place in Tianyin City, there are quite a few guests, a group of people gathered two tables together, opened several jars of wine, and chatted lively.

Shen Qiuting hadn't participated in such a lively gathering since he was a teenager, and he suddenly felt a little nostalgic.

He chose an inconspicuous place to sit down, listening to a group of juniors gossip about the anecdotes and anecdotes of the Tianyuan Grand Competition over the years, and somehow brought it back to a hundred years ago.

A disciple said: "In the big competition that Bai Xianjun participated in back then, one person and one sword in the team battle wiped out all ten people of the same level in Tianyinmen. That was really amazing."

Another disciple interrupted and said: "I know about this. I heard that the ten fairies of Tianyinmen were all heavenly and beautiful, and the other opponents they met would be more or less sympathetic, but our Bai Xianjun is just like the one who watched the martial arts arena." It’s like a wooden pile, and it doesn’t give you any face.”

Shen Qiuting drank a glass of wine, thinking of the scene he saw when he was sitting in the stands of the Tianyuan Grand Competition, it was a little funny.

"There is no distinction between male and female beauty and ugliness in the arena." A female disciple retorted, and then sighed, "I don't know what kind of peerless beauty can fall into Bai Xianjun's eyes."

"When you said that, I remembered it. I heard that Bai Xianjun had a sweetheart." The disciple's voice suddenly dropped, and he began to gossip furtively, "It is rumored that Qingxu Daojun originally intended for Bai Xianjun to practice the Way of Forgetfulness. I was rejected by Bai Xianjun, saying that he has someone in his heart, and he can't cultivate too much forgetfulness."

After the other disciples heard this, they all felt unreliable: "Bai Xianjun looks like a person who has no desires and desires. How can there be a sweetheart? Even if there is such a sweetheart, there will be no rumors about it for so many years?"

The gossiping disciple was booed sarcastically, blushed, and said, "Believe it or not." He hooked up with a few familiar disciples and went to drink.

Shen Qiuting sat on the sidelines and listened with great interest, thinking that this little disciple didn't know who was sitting there, and the news was quite well-informed.

Although this matter sounds like nonsense, it is actually not nonsense.

Before Bai Guanchen was about to break through the golden elixir, Daoist Qingxu had a talk with him once and asked him if he would like to practice the Way of Forgetfulness.

Those who are too forgetful have no desires and demands, which is the best way to get a glimpse of the great road. Apart from being poor and unable to be emotional, they have no other problems.

Shen Qiuting himself knows what kind of virtue he is, and he loves the fresh desires in the world of mortals the most in his life, and has never had any thoughts about the Tao of Wangqing.Bai Guanchen and him are two extremes, obviously he has not cultivated the way of forgetting love, but he already seems to have no desires and no desires.

At that time, he was helping the old man to deal with sect affairs by Daoist Qingxu's side. He thought that Bai Guanchen was going to agree, but unexpectedly, Bai Guanchen glanced at him, lowered his eyelashes, and said, "Master, disciples can't cultivate too much." On the way of forgetting love."

In the final analysis, which path the apprentice chooses is the apprentice's own business. Daoist Qingxu has no opinion, but he couldn't help asking: "Why is this?"

Shen Qiuting circled the account book in his hand with a vermilion pen, and quietly pricked up his ears when he heard this.

Bai Guanchen bowed slowly and said, "I have a sweetheart."

The cold voice came to his ears, and Shen Qiuting felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.

He thought sourly, he didn't know that the junior he had worked so hard to bring up was going to be sent home by that piggy.

This apprentice is too dull on weekdays, and suddenly came such a sentence that even Qingxu Daojun couldn't help being interested: "Which family is the girl from? If you two are in love, I will go to her elders as soon as possible." Speak up and settle the matter between the two of you."

"No need," Bai Guanchen's eyes softened unconsciously, "He still doesn't know my intentions."

Whether his family's junior is born with good talent or good looks, whichever is not first-class, how immortal can that girl be to make his junior's unrequited love?

Shen Qiuting randomly placed the pen in his hand on the table, he couldn't help but feel a little angry, and felt that there was really no reason for his anger.

What does it matter to him that other people's men and women love each other?

Afterwards, he also asked Bai Guanchen several times about his sweetheart, but Bai Guanchen was like a boring gourd, no matter how intimidating or intimidating, he refused to speak.After asking too many questions, Bai Guanchen would only say: "When the time comes, senior brother will naturally know."

Later, as time went by, Bai Guanchen never mentioned his sweetheart. Shen Qiuting just thought it was his love affair that was finally opened once and closed it up. I have to forget that there was this one.

Remembering the past always takes some energy. Shen Qiuting drank another glass of wine, only to find that the jug in front of him had been emptied unconsciously.

Lin Lang was being dragged by Pei Zijun to explain the things to pay attention to in the competition, when he turned his head and saw the jug in front of Shen Qiuting, his expression changed in fright, and he immediately interrupted Pei Zijun who was still whispering: "Senior brother, wait a moment Son!"

Throwing away these words, Lin Lang pushed aside the stool, stood up and ran to Shen Qiuting's side, picked up the flagon and weighed it, and his face became even paler: "Little uncle, have you finished drinking?"

The jug looked small and exquisite, and there wasn't much wine in it, so Shen Qiuting didn't know why, and said, "I've finished this jug, if you want to drink, I'll order another jug ​​for you."

Lin Lang shook his head, and asked cautiously, "That...Little Martial Uncle, do you feel any discomfort?"

"No, it's just a few glasses of fruit wine." Shen Qiuting didn't know why, but his capacity for alcohol wasn't that bad.

As soon as he finished saying these words, it was as if a fire blazed up in his dantian, which quickly paralyzed his mind.Before Shen Qiuting had time to react, he was fainted by the heavy drunkenness.

Pei Zijun hurried over when he heard the commotion here, and was dumbfounded when he saw the situation: "This... what happened?"

"It's over, it's over," Lin Lang said, holding the empty flagon with a grimace on his face, "I took the wrong wine. This is the Immortal Drunk I bought from other places. It has great stamina, and it's specially reserved for deceiving people. How can I put it away?" It was brought out?"

The author has something to say: Shen·Tianxian·Qiu Ting: I'm so stupid, really, I only know that the master can deceive people, but I don't know that my nephew can also deceive people.

感谢在2021-01-2100:11:02~2021-01-2201:16:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 1 Qingshan Willow;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!