After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

It is right to think about it carefully, Lingyun Pavilion is the largest power in Zhongzhou, and there are obvious abnormalities here, as long as you are not blind, it is only natural to send someone to investigate.

It's just that this little bastard is really very patient, and dared to put a sword on his neck as soon as we met.

Shen Qiuting's mind turned sharply, and finally he said "hehe" dryly, and made up two nonsense words: "I...he came here to visit relatives nearby, accidentally bumped into this place, it is definitely not a bad person."

He opened his eyes and spoke nonsense with sincerity, and because he didn't have any spiritual power, Bai Guanchen believed it halfway, put away his sword, and said: "Since you entered by mistake, you should hide yourself first, and wait for this matter, and go on your own." Just go out."

After he finished speaking, he planned to leave.

Shen Qiuting looked at the shadow on the ground, his mind twitched, and he suddenly turned around and grabbed his sleeve.

Bai Guanchen frowned, turned his head, and asked him what else to do with his eyes.

Standing in the mist and moonlight, the cold fairy monarch in white clothes and black hair, his face is the same as in his memory, making people unable to distinguish the past and present in a trance.

Shen Qiuting was stunned for a moment, looked at him face to face for a while, took a look at his twitchy claws, blinked, and after weighing the pros and cons, quickly squeezed out a bright smile: "There are no other living people left or right in this town. , how about... the immortal master take me with you?"

He grabbed the sleeve in his hand, and thought coldly, if Radul has been pulled, it is better to use it to the end, there are free bodyguards, so there is no need to use them in vain.

He was worrying about not being able to get out, this little bastard was giving pillows when he was dozing off, he was an idiot if he didn't answer.

Shen Qiuting has a good skin, especially when he smiles, he looks bright and cheerful. Such a flattering gesture is not annoying, but reveals a cunning and agility unique to young people.

Bai Guanchen never liked to be in contact with people, but now he looked into the boy's eyes, but he was unconsciously dazed for a moment, nodded his head mysteriously, pulled his sleeve from his hand, and said flatly: "Follow me. "

Forget it, just treat it as saving someone casually.

There are many resentful souls here, and a mortal is always unsafe.

Shen Qiuting was overjoyed, and hurriedly followed.

As expected, his junior brother is very easy to deceive.

The two of them were silent all the way, and returned to the ruined temple where Shen Qiuting stayed.

It was already late at night, and the ghostly shadows of the skeletons that had been beaten had long since disappeared. Shen Qiuting took a look outside, only seeing the dark night that filled the town.

He took out the fire folder from his pocket, and relit the oil lamp that was about to dry up in front of the altar.

The bean-sized flame danced in the night wind, fainting a small piece of dim yellow light.

As soon as Bai Guanchen stepped into the threshold, he bumped into a spider web, frowned indistinctly, picked up the spider web with magic, and walked in again.

He glanced over the painted idol, the dusty altar, and the cobwebs all over the room, but he couldn't find a place to stay.

Shen Qiuting looked back and saw that Bai Guanchen was still standing there calmly, almost laughed out loud.

His junior brother is a little cleanliness, and immortal cultivators often go out, so this problem is particularly inconvenient.According to Bai Guanchen's disposition of stuffy gourd, he was the only one who endured the discomfort.

Shen Qiuting discovered his problem by accident, when Bai Guanchen was not long after he started, he took his juniors and younger sisters to the Southern Region to participate in the Tianyuan Competition.That year was the most chaotic time in the Southern Territory. At that time, the sects that hosted the Grand Competition were also very poor. They couldn't afford enough rooms to accommodate the disciples who participated in the Grand Competition. They simply broke the pots and smashed them, and a sect arranged them according to gender. Dozens of disciples squeezed together in two Datong shops, creating a mess.

Shen Qiuting, the big brother, has always been idle and has no deterrent effect, so he let them go.After a while, the juniors all fell asleep one after another, and he realized that there was no one beside him.

When he walked out of the room, he saw the missing junior brother sitting upright in the yard practicing.

He patted Bai Guanchen's head and asked, "Why don't you go in and sleep?"

Bai Guanchen stopped practicing, glanced at him, and pursed his lips: "I won't go in, it's...uncomfortable inside."

It was already winter at that time, even in the hot southern region, it was very cold at night.The younger generation of disciples have not cultivated enough to escape the cold and heat, and they must be frozen stupid after being outside in such a cold night.

Shen Qiuting pondered for a while before he realized what this brat meant.

He thought for a while, took off his outer robe, wrapped it around Bai Guanchen's body, patted his head, and said with a smile: "Then I won't go in, senior brother will take you to live elsewhere."

Bai Guanchen was suddenly wrapped up in the oversized clothes, felt the warmth of his body, and stared at him with wide eyes in disbelief.

At that time, Bai Guanchen was only fourteen or fifteen years old, half a head shorter than Shen Qiuting, and he didn't have the frozen posture that he later had, so when he looked at people with rounded eyes, he had a little cuteness of a young man.

For the first time, Shen Qiuting felt that this little junior who was forcefully given to him by the old man was not bad.

It was their master Qingxu Daojun who led the team from Lingyunge to participate in the big competition that time.Holding Bai Guanchen's hand, he knocked on the door of his master's courtyard in the middle of the night, ignored the old man's yelling, and took his junior brother to occupy the bed in the guest room, and stayed there until the competition ended.

Now that I think about it, it's been a long time.

Thinking about the past, Shen Qiuting couldn't restrain his nature of needing to be beaten for a while, and greeted in a deaf way: "This place is dilapidated, the wronged immortal master can just find a place to sit."

When he called Immortal Master, he didn't do it well, his tone was lazy, and others always thought it was like a joke.

Bai Guanchen looked around again, and finally gave up the idea of ​​spending the night here, and said, "I'm going to check the town tonight, you can rest on your own."

Seeing that the teasing was overdone, Shen Qiuting took out a clean futon from behind the statue, pretending not to hear his words: "Sit here, Master Immortal."

He had already turned the dilapidated temple upside down before, and he had discovered a few futons and a few bundles of incense candles hidden behind the statue. The futons looked very new, and there was no dust, so they came in handy right now.

Bai Guanchen glanced at the futon, took it with downcast eyes, said "thank you", and sat down.

The oil lamp on the table was burned to the bottom, Shen Qiuting yawned, stretched out his bedding again, and said politely, "Would the immortal master come to sleep with you?"

As soon as Fang finished speaking, Shen Qiuting sensed the ambiguity in the words, and changed his expression without changing his face: "The quilt belongs to the immortal master, I can just find a place to sleep."

Bai Guanchen looked at the quilt with cotton wicks exposed in complicated eyes, and he cherished the words like gold: "No need."

Shen Qiuting was just being polite, but when Bai Guanchen refused, he rolled up the old quilt and fell asleep with peace of mind.

After all, his current body is still a mortal, and he can't bear the tossing. In addition, he has a reliable bodyguard by his side, so he fell asleep in a short time.

A small piece of dim yellow light from the oil lamp enveloped half of the young man's clean side face. His eyelashes were long and his nose was straight, making him look extraordinarily quiet.

Bai Guanchen sat on the other side, his eyes fell on Shen Qiuting's face, suddenly there was some inexplicable emotion in his heart, and the hand that had been pressing on the hilt couldn't help trembling.

It was as if... he had looked at someone so long and silently before.

Shen Qiuting turned over.

Bai Guanchen came back to his senses, closed his eyes and began to exercise his mind.

It's just an illusion.

The night wind blew in through the hole in the window, and the wick of the oil lamp on the table shook violently, a star of bright lights burst out, and finally went out completely.

When Shen Qiuting woke up, it was already dawn.

He sat up and looked at the ruined temple in front of him, dazed for a while.

The cobwebs on the corners of the roof had disappeared, and the masonry floor was so clean that not a speck of dust could be found, and dust-proof charms were pasted on the four pillars.

... Except for the hardware that cannot be replaced, such as doors, windows and tables, everything else has been brand new.

He touched the clean altar, and the surname Bai was getting more and more frenzied.

Shen Qiuting tidied up a bit, rolled up his torn bedding again, pushed open the crumbling broken door and walked out.

The sunshine outside was just right, and the eerieness of the night was completely gone.

Bai Guanchen was wiping his sword when he heard the movement and looked back at him.

Shen Qiuting leaned against the door and greeted him with a smile: "Master Xian woke up really early."

His eyes fell on the spirit sword in Bai Guanchen's hand, and he paused slightly.

It was too dark last night, so he didn't pay attention.Only now did he see clearly that Bai Guanchen's hand was clearly just an ordinary spirit sword.

It's not Bai Guanchen's natal spirit sword, Yinxue Sword.

He dug Yinxue from the secret realm and gave it to Bai Guanchen, and later Bai Guanchen used a sword to break his heart, so he is very familiar with it.

The connection between the natal spirit sword and the sword cultivator is very close, it is almost equivalent to the half body of the sword cultivator. If there is no serious accident, he will definitely not abandon the natal spirit sword and use other swords.

Shen Qiuting couldn't help frowning, thinking about his current status, he still didn't ask.

He withdrew his gaze, and when he looked up, he realized that Bai Guanchen had stopped at some point and was looking at him intently.

Seeing him looking over, Bai Guanchen put away his sword and said, "Since you're awake, stay here. I'll go to the town to check."

"Wait!" Shen Qiuting immediately jumped over and grabbed his sleeve, "Master Immortal, I'll go with you."

There are many strange things here, and he also wanted to see what the sacrifice Zhou Xiaoyun had been talking about yesterday.

Bai Guanchen looked at him indifferently.

Shen Qiuting knew that he looked like an oil bottle now, so he explained solemnly: "Master Immortal, after all, I've stayed here for a few days, so it's okay to help introduce the local customs and customs."

Bai Guanchen still looked at him indifferently.

Shen Qiuting calmly met Bai Guanchen's gaze, and said another way: "It's actually like this, I'm afraid alone."

Bai Guanchen finally gave up on talking to him, turned around and left without saying a word.

No response is the default.

Shen Qiuting followed without hesitation.