Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

This year's Ten Thousand Fas Conference is very grand, the more you go in the direction of Qing Jingzong, the busier the towns along the way.The original three-day journey, under Xiao Yihe's impromptu rises and detours, suddenly walked out of five or six days.

Especially the small town where he was looking forward to selling crispy cheese. Before leaving, he bought several more bowls, which were frozen by Xue Xuanwei with ice charms, so that he could eat them anytime when he was hungry.He also bought a lot of small snacks that looked bright and cute, but were not very tasty. After he tasted a few, he got tired of it, so he threw it into his spiritual pouch and confidently said that he would bring it to Nan Rongqi as a souvenir.

And at this time, they have been stuck in front of the Qingjing Sect's mountain gate for three days, but they have not been able to wait for their Nanrong Sect Master: "...Ah Choo!"

When approaching the foot of Qingjingzong Mountain, Xiao Yihe nestled on the bend of Xue Xuanwei's leg again, holding his chin to see his luck with one palm, warming the last bowl of crispy cheese.The cold air gathered between his fingers, turning the tips of his five fingers red from the cold, and then turned into water vapor and dissipated.

The people around him suddenly moved and stretched out their hands. Xue Xuanwei thought that he couldn't wait any longer, so he turned slightly: "Don't worry, it's still too cold."

Xiao Yihe pushed aside the cold crispy cheese, put his hand into his chest, and nodded with a smile: "It's too cold, brother cover it."

Xue Xuan was stunned for a moment, then he heard a group of young monks passing by outside the car window, and the sound of scabbard swishing and swishing, full of vigor.

"Look at how I came out on top in this Wanfa meeting!" "The top prize must be mine. If you don't believe me, let's compete now!" "Haha..."

He couldn't help but think of himself when he was young, less than 12 years old, and he was struggling day and night for not being able to improve his swordsmanship, so he was abducted down the mountain by Xiao Yihe in the middle of the night, and rushed to the Wanfa Conference with Yujian overnight, and registered on the last day, forcing him into the fighting method On the stage, compete with the best in various disciplines.

That was Xue Xuanwei's first time participating in the Grand Competition, and it was also the last time.

That year Xiao Yihe was already 22, Nan Rongqi was 23, and Ning Wuzhi was 25.Nan Rongqi and Ning Wuzhi also came, but because of their age, they no longer participated in the competition to join in the fun, but brought their juniors to compete in the field.

Only Xiao Yihe disguised himself, lied about his sect and age, and entered the competition among a group of sixteen and seventeen-year-old boys.Nan Rongqi recognized him at a glance, and scolded him for being shameless, and even came to bully newcomers this year.

Xiao Yihe smiled and did not refute, turned his head and rubbed Xiao Xuanwei who was full of creases between his brows, tied a safety sash to the hilt of his sword, and said: "Don't be nervous, just hit whatever you want, regardless of whether you can win the first place, Xuanwei In senior brother's heart, Wei is the number one little sword fairy in the world!"

Nan Rongqi turned his head and looked: "Oh, no wonder, why are you willing to bring your big baby out to meet people?"

"Fuck you!" Xiao Yihe kicked him, "If you have this skill, why don't you teach those little things under your sect some life-saving tricks!"

Nan Rongqi took half a step back when he heard the words, and was about to break out in a cold sweat: "What do you want to do again! Last time you participated in the big competition, you broke the ribs of senior brother Danxiagu, smashed the piano of the first disciple of the Qingjing sect, and One sword cut off the beards of the elders in the stands!"

Seeing that Xiao Yihe was about to open his mouth, he quickly covered his ears and ran quickly: "Don't tell me, I won't listen! I don't want to be regarded as your accomplice and punished with you!"

Xiao Yihe saw that he wished he could give birth to eight hooves and stay away from this place, so he threw himself forward and backward with a smile.

Xue Xuanwei pinched the scarlet-colored peace ribbon on the hilt of the sword, and looked up at him. For some reason, his nervousness gradually calmed down.

Someone in the distance was calling the roll, and when Xue Xuanwei sang, he hesitated slightly, retreating in his heart: "I..."

Xiao Yihe half bent down and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. Go ahead, after you finish the competition, senior brother will take you to eat delicious food!"

After Xue Xuanwei left, Xiao Yihe flicked up his clothes and returned to the east stand, waved to Xue Xuanwei from a distance, smiling like a beam of warm sunshine.When he was led to the waiting area, Xiao Yihe turned his head and looked rebellious again, and sat down on the seat that originally belonged to Nan Rongqi.

drink his tea and eat his fruit.

The young disciples of Chasing Moon Villa behind him gritted their teeth in anger.

Seeing this, Ning Wuzhi moved over, brought a plate of desserts on his table, and asked softly, "Why do you want to join in the fun again?"

Xiao Yihe crossed his legs and took a look at Xue Xuanwei: "My junior brother, he fights with me and the master all day long on the mountain. He loses after ten strokes. Recently, he seems to be discouraged. He feels that he has learned nothing. I can't even fight, and I feel very depressed. I'm afraid that if he continues like this, he won't want to practice swords anymore, so I took him out to play."

... play.

Ning Wuzhi laughed: "It's not something that ordinary children can do to compete ten moves with the Grandmaster of Sword God Mountain."

"Isn't that right? At my age, I can also compete three moves with my master." Xiao Yihe was proud, his tail almost went up to the sky, "I taught him, and I know his level best! He can't fight very well, It’s okay to bully and bully these young people, I’m sure I’ll beat the shit out of you guys later!”

"Yes, yes." Ning Wuzhi followed his words, shook his head helplessly, and handed a piece of snack to his mouth, "Bribe and bribe you, you have to ask your good master and disciple to be merciful later, don't Hurt my ineffective colleagues."

In the first two days of the big competition, Xue Xuanwei treated it rigorously, but he won all the way.

On the third day, the miscellaneous fish were almost eliminated, leaving only the new generation of young leaders from various families. Xue Xuanwei just met his opponents, and he was able to exchange hundreds of tricks with each other, but he lost more and won more, and entered the final round.

Breaking into the finals at the age of 12 is unique in the history of the Wanfa Association, and everyone will inevitably pay more attention to him.

And I don't know if Xiao Yihe was too arrogant, or if he showed off everywhere and forgot to cover up, rumors gradually spread, and soon the news that Xue Xuanwei was the rumored second disciple of Sword God Mountain spread like wildfire.

After another competition, a disciple of an aristocratic family who didn't remember his face was blown off the fighting platform by Xue Xuanwei's sword.He stood up and wiped the corners of his mouth, not wanting to hear the sighs to him from the stands, spat, and snorted in a low voice: "What are you proud of, it's just a wild dog picked up by someone, relying on the mad dog's - pet - Ai has learned a few more cheat books, something that wags its tail at others, and really thinks that he is some kind of proud son of heaven."

Xue Xuanwei's ears were sharp, and he could hear him calling people mad dogs across the stage, so he immediately grabbed the hilt of his sword and left with a single strike!

"Boom!"

A plum missed the blade of his advancing sword.

A piece of hair around the disciple's ear was cut off by Qiqi, and he woke up from what had happened just now, pointed at Xue Xuanwei and cursed repeatedly, and ran away in horror.Xue Xuanwei's mouth was numb, and he looked back from a distance in the direction of the plum shot, and saw Xiao Yihe sitting on the high platform leaning against the railing, holding a plate of fruit food in his hand, wearing a white dress that looked like a fairy.

He was too far away to see his expression clearly, but Xue Xuan felt inexplicably that his whole body was extremely cold.

"...What did he want to do just now?"

"I almost stabbed someone, why do I want to kill someone if I win?"

"Don't talk about it, he is the 'second disciple' on the Sword God Mountain, the little mad dog brought out by the big mad dog..."

"Second disciple? Doesn't Sword God Mountain only recognize one disciple? Where did the second disciple come from?"

"Where else could it come from? Xiao Yihe, the demon king of the world, brought it up. I heard that it was a wild species. Xiao Yihe picked it up like a treasure. He hid it tightly and hid it for five years before showing up. Back then, Xue's family in Lanju City came to many places. Don’t you know that Daomeng will sue?”

"I don't know, I don't know, hey, tell me carefully..."

Immediately, there were many people's pointing voices in his ears, Xue Xuanwei lowered his head silently, put the sword back into its sheath, and inadvertently touched the safety tape hanging down from the hilt, red flame color.He used to touch it every time he won, but this time he didn't. Instead, he avoided it and stepped off the stage awkwardly.

Was he embarrassing for senior brother, for master, for Sword God Mountain...?

In the afternoon, Xue Xuanwei's competition was so rare that he had an obvious defeat. Obviously, several times, he could kill his opponent with just one more move, but many times he stopped first and was defeated instead.

His ranking dropped rapidly, falling out of the top ten at one point.

In the evening, Xiao Yihe, who would always come to him for dinner, did not come today. Xue Xuanwei sat alone in the dark room, staring at the peace ribbon on his knee in a daze, until he fell asleep in a daze with the sword in his arms .

The next day he didn't go to the competition, he was hesitating in the corridor of the inn, he walked to the door of his brother, before he knocked, he heard a few people walking downstairs talking together: "It's very lively on the fighting stage today, let's go, Go and see!"

"What's the fun?"

"I don't know, do you? Someone appeared out of nowhere, one sword at a time, and beat the children of the aristocratic family with black noses and swollen faces, crying for their fathers and mothers!"

"Who? Why wasn't there before?"

"How do I know? I'll know if I go and have a look! Fortunately, I didn't have a competition today, otherwise I will suffer..."

A group of young people comforted each other with enthusiasm, and ran away together to watch the excitement.

Xue Xuan was startled for a moment, but suddenly realized that he raised his sword and rushed towards the martial arts platform. As soon as he reached the place, he saw that the stands on both sides were crowded with people, and there were crowds of people beside the stage.He hadn't pulled his head out yet, he was short, and he couldn't see what was going on inside even with his feet on his feet, so he had to squeeze in with his hands.

Just squeezed into a gap, with a "bang--", a figure was thrown down, just hitting the edge of the stand in front of Xue Xuanwei, it was about to fall, but it didn't fall.

He looked up again, and the opposite was Xiao Yihe!

Holding an unremarkable iron sword, Xiao Yihe stretched out his hand, and "invited" this "human figure" back to the center of the fighting platform.According to the rules, as long as he is not kicked off the stage, he is not considered a loser, but the left side of the man's face has been swollen from the beating, and his left hand is hanging down weakly, as if he was unloaded. Xiao Yihe secretly pointed at the acupuncture point, and blocked his voice.

The person who was beaten just couldn't afford to lose yesterday, and scolded Xue Xuanwei as a wild dog begging for mercy, let alone swearing, he couldn't even vomit out begging for mercy.

Xue Xuan raised his head slightly, staring in astonishment, as if he vaguely knew why everyone called him crazy, saying he was the devil incarnate.

Xiao Yihe threw him back and forth, looking fierce, but did not hurt the vitals, until the elder in charge of supervision in the stands realized that he was not here for a competition, but just playing with people, so he questioned aloud.

Xiao Yihe regretted it for a moment, threw him off the fighting platform, and then jumped off himself, sat on him carelessly, raised his cuffs and looked: "Danxia Valley? It's called Rong Dun, right? Jealousy I discounted your elder brother's ribs in the early years, didn't I?"

Rong Dun couldn't move, he could only cry.

"What's the matter with Danxia Valley, every time you can't beat it, you will only be shady, and if you can't be shady, you will scold him?" Xiao Yihe pinched his cheeks, unblocked him, his eyes were cloudy, and he said coldly, "Remember, victory or defeat is the key to success." Common things in the military—do you remember? Recite it to me.”

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"That's right! Remember it. When you see me in the future, recite this sentence to me first." Xiao Yihe smiled and stood up from him, "Apologize to whomever you scolded yesterday. Then go away!"

Rong Dun got up in a hurry, and saw Xue Xuanwei who was surrounded by people scattered in an empty circle. He couldn't estimate the extent of Xiao Yihe's "apology". He didn't dare to ask again. Shouted "I'm sorry"!

Before Xue Xuanwei could react, he rolled away in disgrace.

"..."

Xue Xuanwei looked at the direction in which the man fled in astonishment, and when he turned around, he found that his hand was being held up by someone. Xiao Yihe smiled at him, with a beautiful color against the spring light: "Let's go, stop beating, it's boring! Senior brother will take you Go to the stove!"

He was still in a daze, but Xiao Yihe had already raised his head and waved to the stands, shouting: "—Nan Rongqi! Wuzhi! Do you want to eat at the stove?"

"..." Nan Rongqi covered his face, wishing he could plunge into the center of the earth, "Why does he bring the two of us with him in the end every time he makes trouble??"

Ning Wuzhi waved his hand in response to the audience, and then said: "Yihe's temperament is more lively and cheerful."

He can make trouble so much, can he be explained by being lively and cheerful?Nan Rongqi was at a loss for words, and wanted to drill into his mind to see how much halo he gave Xiao Yihe in his heart.

A few people left behind the chaos of the Ten Thousand Fa Conference, went to eat hot pot together, and played around for a few days before dispersing.

They sneaked out of Jianshen Mountain in the middle of the night, so naturally they sneaked back in the middle of the night.

But a few days have passed, and it is conceivable that the letter of complaint from the Wanfa Association has already reached the ears of Master. arts.

The ice room is a practice room built with formation spells, which helps the meridians to flow smoothly, but it is too cold, so Xiao Yihe never wants to go there.And he "don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself", and never took the young Xue Xuanwei away.

——The reason is that the child is so small that he will be damaged by the cold.However, there are so many ways to practice swordsmanship, why do you have to choose suffering?

Until he was thrown into the ice room by the master, it was useless for him to beg coquettishly, and finally shivered and shivered to the side.

Turning his head, he saw that Xiao Xuanwei, who was imprisoned together, didn't complain at all, and was sitting in front of the ice platform, copying the scriptures seriously with his hands shaking.After a while, his little hands and face were flushed with cold, and his writing was trembling.

Xiao Yihe walked over, untied his outer robe and wrapped him in, then threw away his pen holder, rubbed his two little hands together vigorously, and then stuffed it into his chest: "Oh, don't copy it, is it cold? Brother give it to you Hugh."

Xue Xuanwei froze again.

While covering his cold hands, Xiao Yihe said in a low voice: "Don't worry about the Wanfa Conference. If someone dances on your face in the future, you will beat him until he can't get up! Let's see if he dares Dare to open your mouth?"

There was no response for a long time, and he looked down: "Are you stupid?"

"Hmm..." Xue Xuan was slightly stunned, then shook his head again, his speech was so cold that his voice became nasal, "No."

Xiao Yihe rubbed his hair with a big laugh, and hugged him into a warm embrace: "It's okay, let's go to sleep, brother won't be cold if you hug me. Master loves me the most, and he will definitely let us go after a while." out!"

Xue Xuan responded sullenly: "En."

……

In the blink of an eye, Xue Xuanwei had grown up, and was no longer the child who would be so cold that he couldn't even hold a pen.But it seems that the senior brother is still the same senior brother, he will see him cold, think he is cold, and will keep his hand in his arms to warm him as always.

Under his palm is a little warmth close to his heart.

Xue Xuan followed his heart upwards, touched his face across his throat, and couldn't help laughing at himself: "...I understood too late."

Xiao Yihe blinked: "Huh?"

Xue Xuanwei: "If I had understood earlier that the unbearable heart palpitations and distress I felt when I was young was the love I had for my senior brother, if I had understood my own feelings earlier instead of retreating to escape, maybe I would not have missed my senior brother for so many years... ..."

"Actually... it's not a miss." Xiao Yihe said embarrassingly, "At least you still fell asleep, and that's the best sleep me. I'm in love for the first time, and I'm sensitive. You can't stop every time. - Mmmmmmm."

Xue Xuan covered his mouth with a sullen face.

How did he manage to get to a topic that couldn't be discussed in depth every time he sensationalized? ?

Xiao Yihe whimpered from being covered by him, finally pushed his hand away, sat on it and asked him to kiss him and hug him.Xue Xuanwei had no choice but to hug him, looked at his pursed lips, and was about to slowly move closer...

Suddenly, when the car stopped, the window beside him seemed to be cracked, and a dark and sinister eye was staring over from Hell Canyon.

He almost touched the sword.

That eye narrowed, then suddenly stared again, and finally uttered the ghostly words of Shura: "Ha! I waited for you on the mountain for four more days, and my legs almost broke... Don't stop, keep going, I'll just watch look."

Xiao Yihe turned his head to take a look, then tilted his head and asked: "The ghost is still there, can I poke him blind?"

"..." Xue Xuan slightly pressed his finger, "It's not suitable."