Big brother after amnesia

Gui Yuanzong was very busy in the early morning.

Although there was a drizzle of rain on the horizon, it wet one piece after another of the towering peaks and the forests of Cui'e.

But the disciples of each peak still dare not stop practicing.

Or practice calligraphy and burn incense, or lecture on the scriptures.

In short, no one dares to be lazy.

In the past, there would be the chirping of cranes and blue birds carefully raised by the Zongmen in the mountains.

But today is obviously much less.

Although the rain was not considered heavy, it still displeased many spirit beasts.

In addition to the sound of gurgling rain, it is the sound of the juniors practicing calligraphy, learning and practicing.

Yan Jin stood by the window eaves for a long time.

After a long time, the tea soup is getting cold.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Jin finally withdrew his gaze from the window eaves.

"Could it be an illusion and confusion?" Yan Jin murmured.

No.

Yan Jin's hand was slowly placed on the position of his heart, and he could feel a dull pain in his heart.

This is the huge wound left after he sacrificed the sword, and his soul was damaged.

and so……

is this real?

He... went back to 700 years ago.

Yan Jin has been awake for three days, and he has been thinking about these three days.

And at this moment, he finally confirmed that he had returned to the past, rather than having a long dream.

Yan Jin closed his eyes.

He didn't know why he was reborn.

He knows the so-called Dao 49, Tian Yan [-].The way of heaven is short of one, leaving a glimmer of life.

But everyone knows that the glimmer of life is not so easy to find.

Besides, he committed suicide and died.

suicide

Thinking of these two words, Yan Jin couldn't help but think again of the sect that was bleeding like rivers that day, and... Duan Weizhuo.

Thinking of this, Jin couldn't help but feel pain in his heart.

For more than 700 years of hopeless entanglement, this name has been deeply engraved in Yan Jin's bones and blood.

It cannot be erased, and it hurts to touch.

But so what?

It turned out that this was nothing more than a self-defeating joke.

Yan Jin's eyelashes drooped slightly, he didn't think about it anymore, but raised his feet and walked slowly towards the outside of the cave.

He hadn't seen the sect in his memory for a long, long time.

At that time, some disciples were practicing.

But because the rain was getting heavier, some juniors who were not very good at controlling swordsmanship suffered instantly.

Either hit the wall or hit the mountain.

What's more, there are many people who bump into trees with swords and cannot get up and down.

Many brothers and sisters couldn't help laughing when they saw it.

at this time.

The junior at the end didn't control his sword well, and flew towards the front left with a swipe.

It happened that Yan Jin was walking slowly towards this side from there.

Looking at the sword flying towards him, Yan Jin grabbed the blade with one hand.

"Eldest senior brother!" Everyone was startled, and then quickly saluted.

The owner of the sword turned pale.

The little disciple walked towards Yan Jin anxiously, and then said nervously: "Yes, I'm sorry senior brother, it was my junior brother who offended me."

The sect's juniors and sisters are still very afraid of Yan Jin.

After all, his status is too high.

Then it was the matter of him and Ping Jifeng breaking up his senior brother, which was no secret in the entire sect.

In their view, this is the unilateral persecution of the elder brother.

This kind of behavior naturally makes many juniors and younger brothers and sisters not optimistic.

But that's about it.

"It's nothing." Yan Jin looked at the nervous little brother in front of him, and some images of his previous life flashed through his mind.

In the previous life, in order to protect the sect, this junior brother died of exhaustion against the demon cultivator.

This is what Yan Jin saw when he was saving his fellow disciples. He saw the last scene of all fellow disciples before they died.

Yan Jin's eyes dimmed slightly.

He lightly injected a light into the hilt of the sword, and the blade, which was originally a bit unsophisticated, suddenly became much brighter!

This sword has been upgraded!

The little junior brother's eyes lit up immediately, and his whole body was stunned by the pie that suddenly fell from the sky.

"Sword cultivator must not let his sword fall into the hands of others easily, and there will be no next time." Saying that, Yan Jin gave the sword to the little junior brother.

The little juniors are all stupid.

He didn't come back to his senses until the senior brothers were far away and hugged his sword dearly.

Then he looked at the back of the elder brother with a complicated expression.

"Senior brother seems to be a bit different from the legend." A disciple said in a daze.

The others also nodded.

"But no matter how the Pingji Peak Duan senior brother cultivates the ruthless way, it's not right for the senior senior brother to pester him again and again?" one of the junior sisters said with a frown.

"Maybe I can't help it?" The little junior brother sighed while hugging his sword: "It's like I fell in love with the junior sister from the next mountain, and I can't control it."

The corners of the mouths of the others twitched slightly, and they said, "That's not what you said before."

The junior brother's face turned red immediately.

Because he had seen Senior Brother Duan defeating seven monks of the same realm in the competition with a single sword, he has admired him ever since.

In my heart, I don't like this senior brother who is difficult for others.

but now……

"I just... just suddenly felt that a person with the temperament of a senior brother should not be that kind of person."

Yan Jin stopped and stopped all the way.

Before he knew it, he walked to the main peak hall of Guiyuanzong.

And his master is usually here.

Yan Jin, who didn't pay attention to the rain, had already been soaked through the road, and looked very embarrassed.

In addition, due to the damage to his soul, his face was also very pale.

But as if he didn't realize it, he just looked ahead.

So the rest of the peak masters and Master Yan Jin who were discussing things in the hall turned around and saw Yan Jin like this.

The suzerain of Guiyuanzong, that is, Daoist Qingxu flashed a hint of distress in his eyes when he saw Yan Jin.

Because of what happened a few days ago, he severely punished Yan Jin several hundred sticks.

Daoist Qingxu has three thousand years of life, and his face is similar to that of a mortal in his 40s.

He loves Yan Jin very much.

After all, he is his first true disciple, but because of the absurd things in the past few days, he can't show a kind attitude.

He just said blankly, "Who told you to come here?"

Yan Jin stared blankly at the master in front of him, moved his lips but didn't say a word.

"Go back and continue to reflect." Daoist Qingxu said coldly.

He said it to other peak masters.

In this way, it is difficult for other peak masters to say anything.

But in fact, the other peak masters didn't want to say anything, and even wanted to persuade the senior brother in charge, because they found that Yan Jin's expression seemed a little wrong.

Jhin still didn't leave.

He kept staring at Daoist Qingxu in a daze, and after finally murmured 'Master', he couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly fell to the ground.

This startled the peak owners of other peaks.

Daoist Qingxu's expression changed and he suddenly came to Yan Jin's side.

After feeling Master's aura, Yan Jin kept muttering and repeating: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Master."

Daoist Qingxu's heart ached.

Looking at the half-dead apprentice, he hated the iron but said: "What's the use of admitting your mistakes now?! Did you listen to me teaching you many times? If you don't insist on doing it yourself, you must beat you hundreds of sticks to know your mistakes!"

At this time, the peak masters of other peaks also came.

The master of Danfeng took out the elixir with a solemn expression and said: "Give it to him first, his complexion is not very good, I'm afraid he was hurt by those hundreds of sticks."