Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

After the master left, Xiao Yihe picked up the broken belt and hid it in his sleeve properly.

For the next period of time, he seldom went to Xue Xuanwei's courtyard. For such a lazy and unmotivated person, he was able to leave the dormitory before dawn every day and return late at night.Whenever he touches that piece of clothing belt when changing clothes, Xiao Yihe can always think of the intimidation hidden behind the master's gentle tone.

Twenty days after he proposed to practice in seclusion, the master chose the cave, far away from the Sword God Mountain where the four seasons and winds prevail, but in a deserted snow river, surrounded by ice and snow, and a vast expanse of whiteness.

He never thought that Master, who is so conservative, would go down the mountain one day.

Xiao Yihe was afraid of the cold, and as soon as he landed on the ground, the cold wind howled in his face, and he felt that he was going to be frozen, and he didn't recover for a long time.The master stood sideways in front of him, put on a snow-white fox fur that didn't have a single fur on him, and wanted to hold him like when he was a child.

He was born in the south, but he likes snow very much. In the past, when the snow was all over the sky in winter, he often rolled into the snowdrift with thin clothes to play. The snow quilt looked soft, but in fact there were all kinds of grass roots and rocks hidden under it. He tripped over and over again. His knees were red and swollen.

When the master passed by, he would reprimand him in a low voice and lead him out, and lead him into the hall to take medicine and drink soup to warm his body.

Xiao Yihe wrapped the fox-fur collar tightly, except for a little twisted hair and a pair of black eyes, the whole body was almost white from top to bottom, so pure and clean that there was no variegation.

"Master, I have grown up, and I can walk my own way." He walked around Master's outstretched arm and walked forward step by step.

The master took a deep look at him, put down his hands, and led the way. The two walked along the glacier for an unknown distance, until they turned a mountain wall and the strong wind stopped suddenly.

Xiao Yihe's feet were numb from the cold, and he was swayed by the cold wind. He opened his eyes and looked around, only to see the cliffs around him towering into the clouds, and in front of him was isolated a patch of greenery amidst the cold ice and snow. A small world of meaning.

There is a lush osmanthus tree that should not grow here, and two thrushes huddled together to sleep beside the branch.

The master slowly walked under the tree, raised his hand to tease the thrush, noticed Xiao Yihe's surprised eyes, turned his head and said: "I know that Yihe is afraid of silence and likes to be lively, so I specially caught a pair of thrush to relieve your boredom."

"Come here." His voice was gentle and low, unhurried.

The two thrushes were woken up by him. They didn't know that the outside was no longer the warm Jiangnan. They flapped their wings and wanted to fly out, but they bumped into the cold wind and snow, and the tips of their small wings froze instantly.

Xiao Yihe had no choice but to catch them one by one, put them on his shoulders, walked to the warm place inside, and put them back into the nest on his feet.

The master no longer needed to sleep, he spent most of his nights in meditation practice, Xiao Yihe thought that the so-called closed-door practice was nothing more than building a stone platform, but now there is a small square in the spring scene. The thatched hut looks simple from the outside, but Xiao Yihe knows that every item inside is precious, and the furnishings are almost the same as his dormitory.

Xue Xuanwei's consciousness is still hidden on Xiao Yihe's shoulder.

I saw that instead of writing scriptures and ink on his table, there was a row of small jade carvings, such as cats with missing ears, foxes with broken tails, and water lilies with rough petals... Those were broken when Xuan Wei first learned how to carve jade. A few gadgets were secretly picked up by Xiao Yihe.

The master didn't know the reason, but also restored it.

Xiao Yihe hadn't seen Xue Xuanwei for nearly a month, and sometimes heard him wandering outside his courtyard, Xiao Yihe also restrained himself from showing up.If there is always a separation in the future, and we don't see each other again from now on, maybe we can get rid of the unformed thoughts of the junior and brother early, and let this youthful incident dissipate in the dream.

But when he saw the jade carving today, he couldn't suppress the grievance in his heart, a feeling of stuffiness slowly fermented in his heart, his eyelids felt hot and his head felt heavy, and after a while, he felt dizzy and soon lost consciousness.

……

Xu Shi was distracted for many days, and was suddenly caught by the cold wind. After many years, Xiao Yihe, who was always healthy and able to dance and dance, fell ill. In the middle of the day, he felt that someone was turning himself, and someone was sending medicine into his mouth.

The medicine was very bitter, so bitter that he spit it out before taking two sips. He choked himself awake, saw a corner of the clothes beside the bed, and said coquettishly in a daze: "Good brother, brother is fine... Brother, don't drink it. medicine……"

"Leaning on the crane."

A loud call stopped his whispering, and dragged Xiao Yihe back from the edge of chaos. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the person beside the bed: "Master... what's wrong with me..."

"Yihe is sick." The master's eyes suddenly turned cold, like the frost outside the cottage, but the hand stroking Xiao Yihe's forehead was so gentle. Take a good rest after taking the medicine, and you will get better soon."

Xiao Yihe didn't finish the bowl of medicine in the end, so he closed his eyes in a daze.

A sickness repeated like spinning, and fell into a coma for several days. During this period, I could not take any medicine. I relied on the spiritual power from my master to suppress the heat pain. Sometimes I woke up and leaned against the bedside to watch the thrush on the osmanthus tree outside. .

The tree was moved from the south of the Yangtze River by its roots and planted in the frozen ground. It was all maintained by Master's spiritual power. Perhaps Master was busy taking care of him these days and had no time to estimate the life and death of these flowers and plants. The corners are slightly yellow and dry, and have lost their vitality.Even the two thrushes on top were wilted, no longer flying around, and just snuggled together tremblingly.

Xiao Yihe woke up again and saw that the osmanthus tree and the thrush were not being looked after, and they were about to wither. He turned his head to look at the immortal who was researching the medicine, coughed a few times, and said sleepily: "Master... take the osmanthus tree and the thrush together. Send the birds back to their original place, it's too cold here, they don't like it."

I don't know which sentence offended the master, the medicine bowl under his hand cracked with a bang, and the powder dripped all over his hands.At the same time, the pot of medicine beside the table boiled, and the stove lid was turned over. Master put down the medicine pestle and went to pick up the hot stove lid. His finger was instantly red and swollen, and a huge blister formed.

"Master!" Xiao Yihe turned over and got out of bed, ran over while holding onto the wall, fell down and held Master's arm, grabbed a basin of ice and snow from outside the grass hut, turned it into running water, and washed the swollen area with ice over and over again , "Master never does this kind of chores, so why make things difficult for yourself?"

"They don't like it, and you don't like it either. Do you want to go back too?" Master suddenly reached out and stroked the back of his neck, "...Is this here?"

Xiao Yihe didn't know why, but suddenly the back of his neck went numb, he couldn't help but shuddered, and was circled in the chair by the master, a snow-like breath hit his lips.The master used a little spiritual power and rubbed his lower back with one hand. He couldn't move, so he closed his eyes hastily, his whole body was filled with stiffness and resistance.

The surrounding was quiet, and the cold kiss never fell. The master stared at him for a long time, his brows frowned: "When he pinched you, you were very happy when he did this to you. He also cooked medicine for you. You refused to take it, so you were wrapped in a chair and twisted on the couch, you were hurt by the fall and pinched green, and you smiled at him, no matter how hard the medicine is, you can take it... I also do this as a teacher, why do you only have sorrow? "

Xue Xuanwei looked at the scene in front of him, was shocked, but couldn't help recalling: I used to treat him so badly...

Xiao Yihe's eyes widened: "Master, you—"

"I've seen your sea of ​​consciousness many times. Yihe told Master, why did he do these things, but Master couldn't? Because he accompanied you down the mountain and messed around with you?" There is a chilling shadow on the face, "Now the master has gone down the mountain with you, and he will no longer be needed from now on."

Master's cultivation base is so much higher than his, and it is easy to invade his sea of ​​consciousness.If the master was extremely angry and falsified or destroyed something in the sea of ​​consciousness, Xiao Yihe would have no way of noticing it.

The master didn't allow him to think too much, the hand on the waist has slowly moved upwards, sweeping over every place that Xue Xuanwei had poked and kneaded.Xiao Yihe trembled all over, his throat constricted violently, and he almost wanted to vomit. It was unbelievable that this person whom he respected and loved as his father, who was like a ghost, would do such a thing to him.

But he soon felt the tense muscles of the master.If he is really an immoral teacher and the father of licentiousness, at least he can feel the excitement and stimulation of doing such a dirty thing.But the master seems to be holding great forbearance in order to continue this kind of thing.

To put it bluntly, they don't have this kind of relationship at all, and they don't have this kind of relationship, so they just torture each other and disgust each other.

...the matter did not continue.

Because of the burning pain, Xiao Yihe vomited out the only liquid medicine he drank before, the master hurriedly carried him back to the couch, and wanted to give him medicine, but it overflowed from the corner of his mouth after a few mouthfuls. In the end, he still chose to cover it with a bunch of spiritual power and let him absorb and digest it slowly.

While sleeping, Xiao Yihe repeatedly dreamed about the past, trying to find the reason why the situation became what it is today, but all of this seemed to happen invisible, and he was always careless, so there was no way to find it.

He was extremely depressed, with sweat sticking to his temples, tossing and turning on the pillow, unable to sleep, feeling dizzy as if he heard someone calling "senior brother", he babbled for a while, laughing at this illusion, and put his hands on his face again, as if this could Comfort yourself.

I don't know if I have been away for so long, and the master is not here, will Xuanwei find something?

Not long after he was thinking wildly, he was woken up. He thought it was medicine again, so he turned his head and refused to drink it, but this time what he fed into his mouth was a light mouthful of white porridge, which was a bit mushy, and he still had a feeling that he didn't like it. of bitterness.

"Yihe, don't you like it?" The master called him softly, his face was still cold and gentle, and his tone could be called warmth, "It's okay, it will get better. In the past, the master only knew how to practice and ignored Yihe, so he called others Defiled you. In the future, you and I are close relatives of the master and apprentice, and there will be no outsiders to interfere, and the master will remember to care about you more."

"Didn't Yihe often mention the Qianjin Building in Lin'an County, Master, go there and buy you something to eat... What does Yihe want to eat?"

Xiao Yihe was top-heavy, he answered a few words casually, and the master allowed him to continue to sleep.

After being dazed for a few quarters of an hour, he woke up looking for water to drink, and found that the master had already left, the window was glowing lightly, and the sky had already ended.From walking out of this snowy river to Yujian to Lin'an County, even with the ability of the master, it is probably already late at night, and the Qianjin Building has already been demolished, so if you want to buy food, you have to wait until tomorrow.

And the master is a person who has a stubborn temper and doesn't know how to change it. He will definitely buy back the few dishes he ordered just now.But those are the hard dishes of Qianjinlou, and there are fresh ingredients that need to be bought and prepared on the spot, and there are dozens of processes before and after.

It would take at least three days to go back and forth like this.

Xiao Yihe's heart jumped, and an indescribable impulse came up, maybe it was the last time, maybe the master would never give him such a good opportunity in the future - he wanted to go back and see Xue Xuanwei, and say a few words to him, so that he could be in the future Even if you are not here, you must practice well.

Tell him which secret books in the sword mound are suitable for him to practice, where on the mountain is the most abundant aura, and where is his small treasury hidden.Tell him not to treat himself badly in the future, spend his money hard, and don't be an ascetic.

...There are so many things to explain to him.

Xiao Yihe figured it out, his swordsmanship would be faster, he would be back in less than two days, and Master would never notice.

Thinking of this, the next moment he happily ran out of the hut, and before leaving, he put the two dying thrushes into his chest, wrapped them in spiritual power, and stepped into the glacier.

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Flying snow all over the sky hits head-on, and the coldness shoots out like ice needles. The "little cloud" wrapped in Xue Xuanwei's consciousness is thrown hundreds of feet away by the hurricane of Xiao Yihe's Yujian, and his eyes go black at the same time!

The gust of wind and snow stopped falling in my ears, and the bamboo waves and pine waves gradually rose.

Opening his eyes again, he had already returned to Jianshen Mountain, in his own body.

The table was covered with messy scriptures, and the ink was splashed, which showed that the mind was not at peace.The lamps and candles had been extinguished, he stood outside Xiao Yihe's dormitory for a while as usual, but he still couldn't knock on the door of his brother, so he had to go back to the room and lie down on the couch with his clothes closed.

At this time, Xue Xuanwei didn't know that his senior brother, whom he hadn't seen in a month, was ill, and came flying sword from a distant glacier thousands of miles away, just to see him and tell him - don't treat yourself badly.

Just when Xue Xuanwei closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a light shake of the window. He was about to grasp the sword, but then a corner of the quilt was lifted up, and a body sifted by ice and snow came in from the calf .

He was so cold that his mouth was turning purple as he ran all the way.

Xue Xuan let go of his hand slightly, and let him crawl into the quilt and lie on his side.

His face was snow-white, and it turned red when he was cold, Xue Xuanwei couldn't help but want to hold him in his arms to keep him warm, but he woke up suddenly when he lifted his hand halfway, and turned stiffly to lift a little corner of the quilt, and put it on his shoulder on the table, and asked lightly: "Where did you come back from? It's so cold."

Xiao Yihe didn't answer, but lay on his side and looked at him, his eyes were full of sparkling smiles, Xue Xuanwei's neck turned red from being stared at by him, and then he heard him say with a playful smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time, do you miss me?"

Looking at his purple and red lips, Xue Xuanwei's chest was burning, and he really wanted to go up and take a bite.While he suppressed this despicable thought with a guilty conscience, he secretly blamed him for coming here only when he thought of himself, otherwise he would not see anyone for a month.

Xue Xuanwei felt confused, but he still couldn't follow his own mind, and it was even more difficult to express this embarrassment. Xiao Yihe rubbed him in front of him and pressed him tightly, and his hands had to get into his clothes to keep warm. His head was dizzy, and he blurted out: "It's late at night, brother, please respect yourself!"

Xiao Yihe froze for a moment, then laughed again: "Okay, brother, respect yourself."

He stopped moving, and quietly pillowed beside his side. The two of them lay arm to arm, thigh to thigh, and lay down: "Senior brother secretly told you that there is a dark board hidden under the bed, brother. It's full of senior brother's private money. In case senior brother is not around in the future, you have to eat well and dress well. You are so worry-free and obedient, it doesn't cost money to support you..."

"If you don't understand something about swordsmanship and you can't find your brother, you can go to Nan Rongqi to learn from him. He is quick-witted and flexible. Even if he can't give you advice, he can still inspire you."

"Cultivation can't be rushed, it's easy to be overwhelmed, the younger brother is very powerful, already better than most people in the world! By the way, and..."

"Are you going to drink again?" Xue Xuanwei interrupted him suddenly, "So many words."

"Yeah, I drank some with Wuzhi. He has a better drinking capacity than you. It's not like you. After three drinks, you will be fooled. You should practice your drinking capacity in the future, and don't let those pretty girls covet you Lie to yourself and lie to your heart!" Xiao Yihe babbled casually, squeezed in with a smile, and put his cold feet into his warm leg.

Xue Xuanwei didn't like Ning Wuzhi, and when he remembered how he was drunk and lying on Ning Wuzhi's lap when he had a good time with others, he felt agitated.In addition, Xiao Yihe didn't know why, he couldn't help rubbing against his arms, his hands and feet brushed past him from time to time.Xue Xuan lowered his head slightly and saw his flushed face. He didn't know why he had a low-grade fever, but he felt his throat rolling, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Xiao Yihe ran around all night, his condition recurred, and he was faintly burning again, subconsciously stretched his hands and feet into the warm quilt.

Xue Xuan panicked slightly, turned his back slightly, couldn't help bending his body that had reacted, he grabbed a corner of the quilt tightly and pressed it to his waist, and pressed his lips tightly, unexpectedly, he didn't know that there were such difficult things in the world.

He didn't know how to dispel it, and was afraid of being discovered by Xiao Yihe, so he had to press it hard a few times, just as Xiao Yihe came over, the thing seemed to have sensed Xiao Yihe, jumped higher, swollen and painful, almost collided with Xiao Yihe's fingers Hatchback meet.

Xue Xuanwei was very ashamed, Xiao Yihe stuck behind his back and said something, his ears were buzzing, he couldn't hear it clearly, he could only feel the warm breath coming from through a layer of obscene clothes.

The thing under his hand swelled so much that one palm couldn't cover it, his heart was shaking, he couldn't continue to sleep on the same bed with Xiao Yihe under this situation, and finally sat up suddenly amidst Xiao Yihe's chattering, and grabbed it casually. Come and put a thick cloak beside the bed: "Xiao, Xiao Yihe!"

"Huh?" Xiao Yihe blinked blankly and looked at him pitifully.

Xue Xuanwei couldn't look at him any more, the thick cloak was about to be pushed up by the things underneath, and he asked impetuously: "...you disturbed me so much that I couldn't sleep. Will you go back to your dormitory?"

Xiao Yihe managed to warm up, and said with his chin resting, "If you don't come back, are you going to throw me out?"

"..." Xue Xuan took a few deep breaths, quickly raised his knees and stepped over Xiao Yihe, slid out of the bed, and ran away like a ghost, "Okay, then I'll go."

Xiao Yihe looked at his back and smiled straight, waiting for his movement to disappear completely in his ears, listening to the direction he was going, maybe he went to his own yard.He stopped laughing, lay down on the bed with his head up, grabbed Xue Xuanwei's quilt and covered his face.

A burst of bitter incense belonging to Xue Xuanwei penetrated into the nostrils.

He closed his eyes, the most comfortable and peaceful time in this month, and fell into a deep sleep. .

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Dawn is the darkest hour of the day.

Xiao Yihe was completely wrapped in the quilt, under the heat and sleepiness, even his breathing became a little lighter than before. His stature was similar to that of Xue Xuanwei, only a little thinner, but it was completely invisible when he was lying under Peng Ruan's quilt. .

In his dream, he cuddled greedily with his junior brother, unaware that at this time, a clear shadow fell outside the door.

The shadow gently pushed open the door leaf, and walked quietly to the bed, the moonlight cast a piece of silver through the crack of the window, illuminating a cloud-patterned sash that slowly fell from the person's shoulders.

——In the darkness, a sharp light flashed in his hand.