The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

It was never Xiaojing, no, he was not called Xiaojing either, his name was Axuan, his original name was Changxuan.

It may be that the bitter gourd is too bitter, or it may be that the body hurts too much. Xiaojing took a few mouthfuls, and his stomach began to churn.

While eating bitter gourd shreds, he suppressed the discomfort in his stomach and comforted himself secretly, only when he was full would he have the strength to escape.

Only when you are full will you not become a burden to Luo Suxuan.

Even if no one cares about him, he will never give up on himself.

He will work hard to live.

People have to fight for breath when they are alive.

But things often backfired, the more Xiaojing wanted to eat more, the more uncomfortable his stomach was.

With Xiaojing's ruined body, he couldn't even endure a few mouthfuls of food and thin porridge, so his complexion turned pale, and he vomited it all out with a wow.

The dirt even splashed onto the clothes of Yue Wuchen and Lin Mobai.

Lin Mobai frowned subconsciously, feeling that it was so dirty and unbearable.

As long as he thinks that Xiao Jing will be like this from now on, he feels that Lin Jing might as well not come back.

If Lin Jing was still a little conscious, he would not be able to accept such a lingering life and being in such a mess.

After all, Lin Jing was such a clean person back then, and his white Taoist robe was always spotless.

Yue Wuchen didn't say anything, didn't feel that Xiaojing did something wrong, and didn't feel dirty.

He just raised his hand and patted Xiaojing's back lightly, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, eat slowly, don't worry, don't be afraid, it's okay, don't worry."

Xiaojing's throat was very uncomfortable. After vomiting, his stomach felt better, but it was empty again. He was very hungry, but his stomach didn't allow him to eat more.

It was also at this moment that he realized that Shen Qingyuan's sword might have hurt his stomach.

Therefore, it is so difficult for him to even eat something now.

Why, the person who hurt him is fine?

Xiao Jing felt that this was unfair.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Yue Wuchen, his lips twitched a few times, and wanted to ask, should the high disciples of your sect kill innocent people indiscriminately, should they kneel down and be severely disciplined in public?

Should I kneel in front of him after being punished and apologize to him?

But Xiaojing was not sure whether the Taoist priest in front of him would favor his apprentice.

"Master Yue, I'm going to ask someone to come in and clean it up, it's so filthy, how can..."

Lin Mobai frowned tightly, looking at the weak young man sitting on the bed, he was holding his throat and coughing violently, his face was pale.

There is always a very unreal feeling.

Lin Jing has never been so embarrassed!

Lin Jing has never been so filthy!

Lin Jing is such a clean person, he will never stain other people's clothes!

But... Xiao Jinghui.

Xiaojing was so unbearable, so embarrassed, and so stupid.

But it was just a meal, as if it was killing him, he devoured it until he vomited it out.

Who can raise such a child?

What on earth does the Chang family eat? Even the unfavorable child is his own after all. Why don't you find a gentleman to teach him?

Looking at such a younger brother, Lin Mobai felt extremely distressed. He only felt that the soiled clothes on his body were burned on his skin like burning coals.

It made him feel unspeakable resistance, unspeakable disgust, and even feel very disgusted.

But this child is indeed his younger brother, he obviously looks like he is fifteen or six years old, but his behavior is not as good as that of a five or six-year-old child.

Lin Mobai vaguely remembered Lin Jing's appearance when he was five or six years old, and that was when he first met his second brother.

Xiao Linjing was wearing a white Taoist robe, because of his young age, he looked like he was carved from jade.

She wears a pure yang scarf on her head, and the brocade belts hanging on both sides are embroidered with gold-woven nine-petal lotus flowers.

Wearing a wisdom sword and a small purple gold gourd on his waist, he looks like a little adult, standing among a group of disciples, looking very calm.

When I saw him, I bowed my hands respectfully and called him brother.

Then he followed the teachers all the time, stood silently, never interrupted, as quiet as a jade tree.

Even when Lin Mobai wanted to hug him at the beginning, Lin Jing shook his head and declined, saying that it was not in line with the Taoist rules.

Lin Mobai didn't know when Daozong had a rule that he couldn't hug a five or six-year-old child.

After being rejected once, he never took the initiative to hug Lin Jing again.

Until Lin Jing died, he never hugged Lin Jing.

On the contrary, the one who hugged more was Lin Jinghong, the little devil in the family.

Counting it, Lin Jinghong was taken back to the Lin family when he was almost six years old.

Obviously they are twins, but the appearance and temperament of the two are very different.

Lin Jinghong is not as well-behaved and sensible as Lin Jing, on the contrary, Lin Jinghong is very mischievous, jumping up and down all day long without looking out of shape.

After a few words of scolding at him, Xiao Jinghong started to cry wildly, and was about to run away from home with his little burden, and said that he was going to wander the rivers and lakes alone.

Just because Lin Jinghong was too noisy, Lin Mobai had to spend more time disciplining him, even coaxing him.

Holding a child with fried hair on his lap, smoothing the hair softly...

But the current Xiaojing, not to mention that it is not as good as Xiao Linjing back then, even Xiao Jinghong.

Xiaojing noticed that strange gaze, and raised his head subconsciously.

The moment Lin Mobai's eyes met, no matter how slow Xiaojing's reaction was, he could clearly sense it.

The disappointment in the other party's eyes was still a bit...disgusting.

Lin Jinghong's elder brother will only treat Lin Jinghong well, but of course he will not treat him well.

Xiaojing didn't feel sad either, because the man in front of him was not his elder brother either.

But Xiaojing still feels sorry for causing trouble to others.

When the cough subsided a little, Xiaojing whispered: "I'm sorry, I made your clothes dirty..."

Lin Mobai only felt that the moment he heard these words, it was like a thousand swords piercing through his heart.

He suddenly felt guilty, he shouldn't have disliked Xiaojing so much.

Because, Lin Jing will be reduced to this point, and he also has a part in his efforts, isn't it?

If he had chosen to trust Lin Jing back then, led people around the mountain, and forcibly taken Lin Jing away from his teacher under severe punishment.

Maybe, maybe Lin Jing wouldn't die.

In this way, Lin Jing can still be the same as before, smiling and saying: "Brother, this year's crabapple blossoms are really beautiful."

Then Lin Mobai would be able to reply to him as always: "I'll ask someone to break some of the best ones for you."

Then, on the way to send Lin Jing back to Daozong, Lin Mobai would still say to him: "Go home often, Jinghong has always missed you."

In fact, there are many, many more, which are still vivid in my mind until now.

Lin Mobai couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned his head and left.

Xiaojing looked at his leaving back, pursed his lips silently, and went to Yue Wuchen again and said, "I really didn't mean it, I had a good meal, but my stomach... my stomach is not feeling well."

Yue Wuchen comforted: "It's okay, you don't have to blame yourself, you have suffered a serious injury, and you need to rest slowly."

After a pause, he patted Xiaojing's head naturally, watching Xiaojing shrunk his head and dodged in resistance.

The tip of his heart felt like a sharp knife all the time, stabbing him to a bloody mess and bleeding profusely.

The day when the wound never heals.

Lin Jing trusted and admired him as a master during his lifetime.

Although Lin Jing didn't say anything, his eyes followed him forever.

Whenever he turned his head, he could always see Lin Jing's gentle and clear eyes, so clean that there were no impurities, like glass.

If he found out, Lin Jing would show a slightly shy smile, and then cupped his hands and called "Master" in a low voice.

Yue Wuchen has always advocated in the past that he should teach his disciples strictly.

No matter how old children are in front of him, they must behave well, and no mistakes are allowed.

If you make a slight mistake, you must be punished.

Although he didn't speak harshly towards Lin Jing, he was more than strict and not loving enough.

Rarely do you raise your hand to caress your apprentice's head like now.

Occasionally, if he complimented Lin Jing a few words, or patted Lin Jing's head, his well-behaved and sensible apprentice would immediately smile at him, his eyes sparkling, as if thousands of stars were shattered inside.

Yue Wuchen originally thought that stroking Xiaojing's head would comfort Xiaojing.

I thought that Xiao Jing would be the same as before, raised a smiling face, and called him Shizun with eyes full of admiration.

I thought Xiaojing would like it.

However, the reality severely tore it all to shreds.

Xiaojing in front of him lost all his memories, and at the same time lost his trust and admiration for him as a master.

Although Yue Wuchen could see that Xiaojing was trying to bear it, but the clenched teeth, the tense face, and even the slightly trembling shoulders couldn't be restrained.

Both showed that Xiaojing didn't like this.

It could even be said to be disgusting and disgusting.

Xiaojing no longer trusts him, and there is no longer a look of admiration in his eyes, replaced by fear, resistance, vigilance, and disgust.

Yue Wuchen's heart seemed to be gouged out by life, and then fell to the ground hard.

He was smashed to pieces, all in pieces.

He couldn't blame Xiaojing, because it wasn't Xiaojing's fault.

"Xiaojing..."

"Please don't call me Xiaojing," Xiaojing raised his head, and said firmly, "My surname is Chang, with the single character Xuan. Xiaojing is the name given to me by Luo Suxuan. He said that saving a life is like Reborn parents. He saved me, so I can't refuse him to change my name. But you have no kindness to me!"

Xiao Jing's expression was very serious, and he interrupted Yue Wuchen's words directly, "Please call me Chang Xuan, and don't call me Xiao Jing."

Yue Wuchen heard this, but it was as if he was being burned by the karmic fire of the red lotus.

When did he feel no kindness to Xiaojing?

Back then, he was the one who saved Lin Jing from the hands of the members of the Hehuan Sect.

It was also he who brought Lin Jing back to the Wuji Dao Sect and accepted him as his personal disciple.

Even when it is calculated that there is a catastrophe in Lin Jing's life, which is closely related to the life and death of the entire cultivation world.

He never gave up on Lin Jing, and regarded him as his parent and child, and taught him carefully for 17 years.

At all costs, change Lin Jing's fate against the sky, let him become a Taoist master, a well-known upright person, let him become the sharpest sword of Taoism, and seek the well-being of the world of self-cultivation and the common people of the world.

But everything that happened afterwards, all told Yue Wuchen that everything was predestined by heaven.

Lin Jing's fate should have been like this, irreversible.

How could an evil way that appeared halfway through easily deceived his apprentice's trust?

Things didn't go this way!

Yue Wuchen took a deep breath, but he was still unwilling to say a word to Xiao Jing, he said: "Chang Xuan is your former identity, this identity is not good, it will make you notorious for the rest of your life. You will be Xiao Jing from now on." Jing, it’s just Xiaojing. This seat will accept you as an apprentice and bring you back to the Wuji Taoist Sect, and from now on, you will never be bullied again.”

"Master will take care of you for the rest of your life."