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Ni Jun sat quietly on the chair in his own room, put his hands on the table, closed his eyes slightly and meditated.

He thought his room would always be so quiet.

Unexpectedly, someone would knock on his room.

Ni Jun's voice was cold, and asked someone to come in.

The person who came was Mo Zhibai, with a smile on his face and a cup of tea in his hand. He walked towards him and called out, "Brother."

"I'm not." Ni Jun frowned slightly, his voice impatient.

"Emotions need to be cultivated, and so is family affection. Big brother, little brother specially brewed a cup of ginseng tea for you, which will help you sleep. You will feel refreshed on your way tomorrow."

Mo Zhibai put the tea on the table, seeing that Ni Jun was unmoved, he picked him up again and put it by his hand.

"You don't need to please me like this. I won't admit that you are my younger brother, or say, you are not qualified." Ni Jun said coldly.

"Hearing the word "little brother" from your mouth is my greatest happiness. If I am not qualified, I am qualified. Thank you, brother." Mo Zhibai bowed his head slightly.

"I didn't say anything." Ni Jun glanced at him with a cold voice.

"Brother." Mo Zhibai yelled shamelessly.

"I'm not your elder brother." Ni Jun stared at Cha, his tone was emphatic, and he raised his head with a hint of impatient anger on his face.

"Brother." Mo Zhibai shouted again without changing his complexion.

"I'm not your elder brother." Ni Jun lost his patience, stood up angrily, stared directly at him, and clenched his fists.

"Big" Mo Zhibai wanted to yell again, but Ni Jun punched him hard, hitting his chest hard.

Mo Zhibai backed away again and again, clutching his chest, let out a long "Aiya", coughed softly twice, and said in his mouth: "It's only natural for the elder brother to beat the younger brother."

Ni Jun took a deep breath, not letting this person lose his demeanor, and shouted angrily, "Get out."

"Brother, other people's rooms are in pairs, but you are single, you must be very lonely, you are my elder brother, and I am Shen Yuexiu's master, I should come to accompany you if it is reasonable or not."

"Get out." Ni Jun was full of momentum, his eyes were cold and angry, the temperature dropped suddenly, and the curtains in the room fluttered suddenly.

"Brother, otherwise I'll just sit quietly and not disturb you, and just watch you drink ginseng tea silently."

Mo Zhibai ignored his oppression, but he was not as wild as before, and his expression became gentle.

"Leave, take your tea, I don't want to drink." Ni Jun turned sideways slightly, and said coldly.

"Then you want to drink again. Since you want to be alone, then the younger brother will not disturb you. I wish you a safe journey tomorrow, happy every day, good luck like the East China Sea, and longevity compared to Nanshan..."

Unable to continue, Mo Zhibai closed his voice and nodded slightly, appearing very respectful, as if Ni Jun in front of him was really his elder brother.

Ni Jun naturally didn't want to pay attention to this lunatic, Mo Zhibai turned around wisely and left, stretched out his hand to open the door, only to hear Ni Jun's voice next to his ear: "Be careful, it will backfire."

"Thank you, brother, for teaching me." Mo Zhibai paused, his tone was slightly serious, and he said every word, "There will be a period later."

The door opened and people left.

The door closed, and there was only one person left in the room.

Ni Junjing stood for a while, with his eyes downcast, ignoring the tea on the table, holding the teacup lightly in his hand, a warmth spread in his palm.

The tea was not cold when the person left, so he took a small sip in his mouth and put it back on the table.

Turning around, in my mind, those immature and weak cries from a few years ago are still in my ears, and they are far away...

Fuyin City, Qianbaiyan.

The ground is all rocks, there are not a thousand trees, only one pine and cypress, rising from the ground, with luxuriant branches and leaves, it is extremely tall.

It was the place where Gu Yao, Fang Yanbei, and Qian Weiqiong swore to worship each other. They originally hoped that their friendship would last for a thousand years, and that they would stand like pines and cypresses and be evergreen all year round.

Today in Qianbaiyan, the sky is cloudy, the trees are dark, the wind is cold, and the air is cold.

Gu Yao, the boss, and Fang Yanbei, the third brother, stood far away, maintaining an opposing posture.

With his hands behind his back, Gu Yao held a sword tightly and asked in a low voice, "Did you kill my grandpa?"

Fang Yanbei's expression was indifferent as usual, his hair swayed slightly in front of his eyes, and his lips squirmed: "Since you doubt it, why ask more questions."

Qian Weiqiong leaned against the pine and cypress, holding the tree with his hands, half-exposed, his voice trembling, with a hint of hoarse crying, a look of disbelief: "You admitted it, how could you do this."

Fang Yanbei looked cold and did not speak.

"How do you want me to face you, good brother, revenge for murdering relatives." Without any explanation at all, Gu Yao held a sword in front of him, his body trembled, his eyes were stern, and he looked straight at him.

"You, you can't kill me." Fang Yanbei's voice was cold, the wind blew his hair on his forehead, and his eyes were extremely cold.

The sword in Gu Yao's hand came out of his body, and he rushed forward with quick steps.

Blood "tick" fell to the ground, Fang Yanbei turned his back to him, with the sword in his hand hanging down, a blood drop fell from above and bloomed on the rock.

Gu Yao dropped the sword in his hand to the ground, knelt down on one knee, and covered his abdomen with his hands, blood was oozing out.

"Brother?" Qian Weiqiong hurried up to support Gu Yao, his face full of worry and fear.

"Very vulnerable." Fang Yanbei's voice was cold, with a hint of sarcasm, he put away his sword and walked away.

Gu Yao stood up staggeringly, clutching his abdomen, pushed Qian Weiqiong away, towards the direction he was leaving, and clenched his fists stiffly.

But the pain in his abdomen made it difficult for him to hold it tightly. He bit it, and said angrily and firmly: "I know I am weak now, but one day, I will definitely kill you with my own hands."

"I'll wait." Fang Yanbei didn't even look at him, and left after leaving a sentence, leaving them with a resolute and cold back.

In the morning, the sun is soft and bright, and the breeze is blowing.

Because they were about to part, the brothers wanted to stay longer, so Goudan stayed in Shen Yuexiu's room, and did not return to the unnamed temple that had been cleaned.

Ni Jun and Shen Yuexiu got up very early at the same time, Shen Yuexiu was quiet and wanted him to sleep a little longer, had a simple meal on the first floor, and wanted to leave silently.

Goudan's hearing became extremely sensitive after the last battle with King Jiao Hai. The moment Shen Yuexiu got up, he had already sensed it, but he didn't want to open his eyes. He felt that they were leaving, so he finally couldn't help getting up to see them off.

The moment Shen Yuexiu and the others went out, Tianmei, Wei Yan, and Goudan stood on the second floor and waved their hands towards them. Shen Yuexiu nodded slightly, said that there would be a period later, took the small package that Goudan gave him, and left .

In the afternoon, after Goudan was about to leave, all the people in the city came to see him off. Knowing that Goudan loved to eat, they held bags of food in their hands and wanted to give him to eat on the road.

The previous estrangement seemed to disappear, and no one wanted to mention it again, as if they were so harmonious and beautiful from the beginning.

Goudan was very moved in his heart, it was warm, and he accepted all the items except those that were perishable. Fortunately, Mo Zhibai had a special storage bag that could hold a lot of things, and then hid them away.

Even so, Goudan still carried a big bag.

He walked a few steps slowly, feeling a bit more reluctant in his heart, if everyone had been like this all along, how happy he would be.

Regret is useless, there is a trace of stubbornness in his heart, he doesn't want to admit whose problem it is, he just wants to enjoy the moment, listening to the people behind him shouting "Damn, come back to play often"

He waved his hands, raised the corners of his mouth, and said coolly: "Yes."