After wearing the book, the sickly junior brother always plots against me

Feng Hezi saw the master he was thinking of, but at this moment, the master was covered in blood, and there was a long sword stuck in his heart.

He just knelt on the cold ground with his bloody hands grabbing Master's sleeves and shaking them lightly, but he was choked up and unable to speak a word.

He just knelt like this, crying, trembling all over, as if he was about to die.

"Master, it's me, it's Hezi, Hezi is back."

"Master, open your eyes and look at me..."

But the master lying in the pool of blood was motionless, the long sword on his chest was standing straight, and the blue-gray robe was also cut, leaving bloodstains one after another, but the other hand of the master was tightly Tightly guarding a scroll.

"Master, when you die, you will still be thinking of Uncle Liu."

"Is it worth it, is it so worth it?"

Master was covered with bloodstains, but the painting was well protected by him, it was clean, not even a drop of blood was stained on it.

During his lifetime, Master always leaned against the bed, staring at the painting on the wall motionless, often with tears in his eyes, and sighed one after another: "The chess game is not solved, why did you disappear?"

"The high mountains and flowing waters still exist today, but it's hard to find a close friend."

Now even if he is dying, he still holds the painting tightly, clasping his fingers so hard, even if he dies, he still refuses to let go.

Feng Hezi sniffed, then pinched his fingers vigorously, crystal clear tears rolled down, just dripping on Master's blood-stained face: "Master, since I can't guard you who are alive, then I will Stand by your grave."

"For the rest of my life, I will guard this empty mountain and guard this piece of undead."

"I never want to go down the mountain again."

I'm afraid that even the undead won't have a chance to guard it. I'm afraid that when I die, I will be too far away from everyone.

In fact, I don't want to. Living alone in this world is just a kind of suffering.

Just when Feng Hezi managed to get the painting out of the master's hands, the master's fingers moved slightly, and he tried his best to open those hazy eyes, angrily saying, "Hezi, you are back."

"Hezi, Master is right to keep this breath."

There was a smile in Feng Hezi's eyes, but he was crying even more fiercely, his voice trembling: "Master, Master, you woke up, I knew you would not abandon me..."

"Master, what's the matter, what's the matter!"

"Who wants to kill you, I will go... I will hack them to death, and I will avenge you!"

"I'm going to kill them! I'm going to kill them!"

Feng Hezi was out of breath from crying, but he was also so angry that he was about to go crazy, so he wanted to grab the long sword on the ground and slash wildly. He wanted to cut down all the villains, and he wanted to avenge his brothers!

Even if I lose my life, I will not hesitate!

Or, this loss of life is a kind of gift, just to find the brothers in a legitimate way.

But the master's gaze was very kind, and he shook his head at him. It was a little difficult to caress his cheek with his broad palm, his voice was very weak, and blood overflowed again when he opened his mouth, but he still held back: "He Son, don't live with hatred."

"Just like before, Master still prefers you to eat a lot of food, smile silly, and be carefree."

The carefreeness of the past was given to him by his master and fellow apprentices, and it was they who kept him alive.

But now...

What does he live on, he can't live at all.

Feng Hezi clenched his fingers tightly, gritted his teeth, and choked up: "I can't do it!"

How can you not hate it, you can't wait to be skinned and boned, you can't wait to be hacked into pieces!

He's going to kill those people, he's crazy, he can't calm down.

Feng Hezi covered Master's wound, sniffed again, with a dazed expression: "Master, hold on, I..."

"I'll find a doctor for you, I...I don't want you to die..."

But the master grabbed his wrist vigorously, frowning: "Hezi, live well."

"You are the only one on the whole mountain. You can't die. In the future...in the future, you will meet a good girl, marry a wife and have children."

"Hezi, listen to Master's words and live in peace and harmony, don't pursue it."

Feng Hezi shook his head, how could he listen and how could he do it, but seeing that Master was about to die, he clenched his fists again and gritted his teeth: "I promise you, Master, I promise you."

Seeing that the silly apprentice agreed to himself, he also felt that he could leave with peace of mind, but just as his eyelids were drooping, the silly apprentice shook his arm again, crying like hell: "Master, wake up, You don't want to die."

He didn't want to die, but he couldn't hold on to the anger, and his eyelids hurt all the time.

"Hezi, bury this painting with me, Master is really going."

Feng Hezi lay on his heart, weeping loudly, and shook his arm again: "Wait..."

"Master, will you die later?"

Master: "..."

The apprentice is stupid, that's all, let him say it, he will die on his own, so he wants to close his eyes with peace of mind.

Unexpectedly, Feng Hezi shouted again: "Master, open your eyes quickly and see who is standing behind me!"

"Uncle Liu's son, I found it, Master, take a quick look!"

His... his son!

Now the master couldn't bear to die, so his eyes widened immediately, and he grabbed Feng Hezi's arm vigorously, holding his breath again: "Help me up, quick! Help me, let me see him!"

His eyes were a little hazy, and he couldn't see clearly enough. He vaguely felt that this face was a little familiar, and the outline of his face was too similar to that person.

"Long speech, is that you?"

"Brother long farewell, it's been so many years..."

But brother Changci won't be so indifferent, brother Changci's eyes are full of spring breeze instead of this cold knife, he won't stand there like a piece of ice, for a while, master's hand hangs down weakly , smiled bitterly: "You are not him."

There was no emotion in Liu An's eyes, and he just snorted: "It's over, I can go."

After finishing speaking, Liu An turned around and raised his foot to leave.

"Liu An, do you really have no heart at all?"

Feng Hezi was so angry that he was half dead, couldn't this man have a little compassion, his master was so miserable...

Liu An stopped and yawned lazily: "Can a person live without a heart?"

"But whether I have a long heart or not, what does it have to do with you?"

Feng Hezi patted his heart and gritted his teeth: "Don't go, my master didn't let you go!"

Even if a cat or a dog dares to order him, what's so great about a dead person?

If you don't leave, he just wants to leave!

Liu An put his hands behind his back, held his head up, and walked lazily. He wanted to see what a waste could do to him.

"My master wants to see your face clearly, you have to let him see it!"

"Liu An, what's so arrogant about you, aren't you also a dying person?"

"Who in this world doesn't want your life, you deserve it, you deserve it!"

Feng Hezi clenched his fists tightly, and when he lowered his eyes, he happened to see the long sword stained with blood, and ran over with the long sword without thinking...