The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

But Xiaojing didn't eat the candied fruit that Yue Wuchen brought to his lips.

He also turned his head away with a look of resistance.

Rang Yue Wuchen's hand to bring him candied fruit went straight to nothing.

Yue Wuchen's hands froze in mid-air, and his expression was a bit complicated, he didn't understand why.

Obviously Xiaojing just looked at the candied fruit, full of longing.

Obviously Xiaojing really wanted to eat candied fruit.

Obviously Xiaojing likes it.

But it was really Yue Wuchen who delivered the candied fruit with his own hands, it was the first time in his life that he lowered his figure and condescended to serve a junior.

But he was so ruthlessly rejected by Xiaojing.

Xiaojing didn't hesitate at all.

He turned his head away directly.

The pale lips were slightly pursed, Xiao Jing raised his head, and said seriously: "I have hands, I can eat by myself, I don't need you to feed me."

So indifferent and so alienated, completely different from the original Lin Jing.

Yue Wuchen secretly reminded himself that Lin Jing and Xiao Jing are different, their personalities and preferences are very different.

But when he still couldn't help looking at Xiao Jing, the appearance of Lin Jing appeared in his mind.

If Lin Jing was there, he would have bowed his hands in trepidation, saying that the disciple did not dare, and would have accepted what the teacher gave him with both hands.

The elders dare not resign, it is disrespectful to resign.

This is what Lin Jing has learned since he was a child.

Yue Wuchen remembered that once during the Cold Food Festival, he went out to do some errands, just in time for Lin Jing to go back to the Lin family to worship, so he simply went with him.

In a market town not far from Wuji Taoist Sect, the world is welcoming the Cold Food Festival with great momentum.

The streets and alleys are full of joss paper money, and the whole street is lively and crowded with people.

Lin Jing said that every time he went back to Lin's house, he had to buy some trinkets for Lin Jinghong to take back.

Although Lin Jianshan's family has a great business and Lin Jinghong has everything, but Lin Mobai has been detained at home and he is not allowed to go anywhere.

Especially during the Cold Food Festival, when the tombs of the ancestors were to be visited and the deceased father and mother paid homage, it was even more impossible for Lin Jinghong to go out.

Lin Jing was worried that Lin Jinghong would be unhappy if he was too bored at home, so he bought some ordinary gadgets in a market town in the world to take back.

He planned to coax Lin Jinghong.

Yue Wuchen just nodded his head when he heard what Lin Jing said, and said with a faint smile, "You do love your younger brother very much, but pampering him too much is not good."

Lin Jing replied with a smile at that time: "I owed Jinghong a lot in the past, and finally took him back, so I should make up for it."

Unexpectedly, the owner of a small stall selling youth groups on the street recognized the Taoist robes on the two of them, and said that the man in the family was once fascinated by the vixen, and ran out every three days without returning home.

Later, he went to Daozong, and Daozong sent his disciples down the mountain to capture the vixen.

Whatever you say, you have to give Yue Wuchen a few youth balls to eat.

He was afraid that Yue Wuchen would not accept it, so he asked his three-year-old daughter to come and give it to him.

Yue Wuchen didn't have the nerve to reject a three-year-old child, so he took the Youth League and thanked him, left some money silently and left.

When parting from Lin Jing, Yue Wuchen handed the Youth League to Lin Jing, and told him not to delay the time of visiting relatives, and to go back early.

Then Yu Jian left.

After a long time, there was a time when Yue Wuchen came across Lin Jing's clean room.

It happened that the window of the clean room was not closed, and there was a green ball on the desk.

Wrapped in silk, it was placed neatly in a brocade box, like a treasure.

Yue Wuchen also heard Shen Qingyuan mention it later, saying that Lin Jing was very strange recently, passing by the clean room several times, he could see Lin Jing staring at a youth group in a daze.

Shen Qingyuan once asked Lin Jing if he particularly liked to eat green balls, if he liked, he could order his disciples to go down the mountain to buy some.

But at that time, Lin Jing shook his head and said that he only wanted the Youth League.

This is just a small matter, if Shen Qingyuan hadn't mentioned it jokingly later, maybe Yue Wuchen would have forgotten it.

Back then, Lin Jing regarded even a youth group that Yue Wuchen casually handed him as a treasure.

But now Xiaojing dismisses the candied fruit that he personally brought to his lips.

Yue Wuchen is indescribably depressed.

He didn't speak for a long time, but just put his hand down with a lonely expression.

Subconsciously clutching the candied fruit in the palm of his hand, it hurt his palm a lot.

Xiao Jing didn't notice his lonely look at all, and after thanking him, he picked up the bowl and drank the porridge by himself.

Xiao Jing didn't dare to drink in a hurry, so he could only drink in small sips.

Even so, Xiaojing's face changed after only a few mouthfuls of porridge.

Pain was written all over his pale face, Xiao Jing held the bowl in one hand, while with the other he firmly grasped the lapel of his chest.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

His whole face was dripping with sweat.Her lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood.

But Xiao Jing didn't say anything, and continued to drink a few mouthfuls of porridge, and the cold sweat dripped even more on his face.

Seeing how pitiful she is, I feel pitiful, as weak as if a gust of wind blows, and Xiaojing will be turned into powder every inch, and will be dispersed by the wind.

Yue Wuchen asked with concern from the side: "Does it hurt very much?"

The pain was indeed very severe, and Xiao Jing didn't expect that he had only taken a few sips, and his stomach hurt like a knife twisting.

But if he doesn't eat, he will die.

Xiao Jing shook his head, resisting the severe pain in his stomach, and swallowed a few more mouthfuls.

The bloody smell in the throat began to rise up.

Xiaojing sighed softly, knowing that he really had no luck to enjoy this bowl of chicken porridge.

He could only put down the bowl, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to the candied fruit.

He didn't have the nerve to squeeze a big one, but only squeezed a very small candied fruit.

With trembling hands, he stuffed it into his mouth, and the sweetness quickly melted in his mouth.

It seems that I have never eaten such a sweet thing in my life.

Xiao Jing was very satisfied, and couldn't help but smile on his pale face, and said with a smile: "It's so sweet, it's the first time I've eaten this kind of thing."

Yue Wuchen listened, but couldn't express his sadness.

Indescribably sad.

The little scene in front of him brought him severe pain like a nightmare.

Whether it's Xiaojing smiling or crying, it can touch the most painful place in his heart.

This is his disciple, the disciple he raised with his own hands, and taught him carefully for 17 years.

In the end, he was the disciple who was bestowed with seventeen swords by himself.

One year's teacher's kindness counts as one sword, a total of seventeen swords, one sword is not many, one sword is not.

Not only all the veins in Lin Jing's body were severed, but also the 17-year relationship between master and apprentice was completely severed.

Yue Wuchen can't imagine that if one day, Xiaojing regains his memory.

But still the same as before, looking at him with trust and admiration, smiling and calling him master.

How much of the master-student relationship between them was left under the tragic and ruthless Seventeen Swords?

Yue Wuchen felt that he could hardly breathe, so he quietly turned his face away, unable to bear to look at Xiaojing again.

Xiaojing only thought that he didn't like the way he ate.

He silently retracted the hand that wanted to take the candied fruit.

Perhaps it was because of the unhealed serious injury, Xiao Jing was extremely tired and soon became sleepy.

Yue Wuchen didn't dare to leave, waited until Xiaojing was fast asleep, got up and tucked the quilt for him, and then walked out of the room lightly.

It was getting brighter outside.

Dew wets the blue bricks under the eaves.

Shen Qingyuan had been kneeling for most of the night, because he was also injured, his face looked pale.

Seeing Yue Wuchen came out, Shen Qingyuan raised his head and asked with a complicated expression: "Master, Xiaojing..."

"In the future, when there are no outsiders, let's call him Chang Xuan. He doesn't like the name Xiaojing."

Yue Wuchen said softly, looking at the moon above his head that was about to set in the west, his voice sounded a little ethereal.

"He has a mortal body. Your sword hurt his stomach. It is very difficult for him to eat now. Every bite feels like a knife twisting in his stomach."

Although Xiaojing didn't say how much his stomach hurts, but when Yue Wuchen healed Xiaojing before.

While Xiaojing was unconscious, he was still choking up and screaming for pain. He was not Lin Jing after all, he couldn't bear the pain.

After hearing this, Shen Qingyuan felt even more ashamed.

At that time, when he went to Wang's house, he had already inquired that Xiao Jing and Luo Suxuan were in collusion, and Luo Suxuan even broke into Chang's house at night for Xiaojing's sake.

Overnight, the entire Chang family disappeared.

The entire Chang family was slaughtered by Luo Suxuan's corpse, but as the young master of the Chang family, Xiao Jing had such a close relationship with Luo Suxuan.

Shen Qingyuan naturally believed that Xiaojing was unfaithful and filial, willing to degenerate, and committed himself to an evil cultivator.

In addition, when Shen Qingyuan rushed to Wang's house, he happened to meet Lin Jinghong.

After seeing Xiaojing holding Lin Jinghong's severed arm in his hand, and Xiaojing admitting that he tore Lin Jinghong's arm off.

Shen Qingyuan was even more convinced that Xiaojing and Luo Suxuan were not good people because they were in collusion.

Then he raised his hand and stabbed Xiaojing through with a sword.

Thinking back now, Shen Qingyuan felt extremely ashamed. In the past seven years, he always thought of Lin Jing inadvertently.

When I wake up in the morning and read early, I subconsciously look to the side, but the side is always empty, and there is no one there.

In the first two years of Lin Jing's death, Shen Qingyuan never recovered. Every day when he woke up, he found that Lin Jing was not studying in the morning, so he would subconsciously go to the clean room to look for him.

But often when he got up, he suddenly remembered that Lin Jing was gone.

When practicing sword, Shen Qingyuan would often think of Lin Jing.

Remembering that when he was practicing swordsman, Lin Jing would usually stand on the porch and wait and see, when Shen Qingyuan stopped, Lin Jing would hand him a cup of tea very appropriately, and would say with a smile that his brother's swordsmanship had improved a lot.

The tea is always warm, it is warm all year round, no matter how severe the winter is, the tea that Lin Jing handed him will always be warm.Can drink it all in one gulp.

In the past, Shen Qingyuan never paid attention to this problem.

After all, this is just a trivial matter.

It was also later that he inadvertently drank a cup of boiling hot tea poured for him by his disciples, which scalded his lips red, scalded his tongue, and scalded his heart.

Shen Qingyuan suddenly remembered this trivial matter.

Lin Jing is always so gentle and considerate to everyone.

Shen Qingyuan didn't know how Lin Jing managed to bring him a cup of warm tea in time when he didn't know when to stop.

Perhaps, Lin Jing stood under the porch on those cold winter days, and kept warming the teacup in his hand with spiritual power to ensure that the tea in it was always warm, which was the most suitable for drinking it all at once.

It is clear that this is just a very small, insignificant matter at all.

But when Shen Qingyuan wanted to understand it, he still couldn't help feeling sad, and stood outside the clean room where Lin Jing lived.

In the dark night, his eyes were red, and he dared to shed hot tears when no one was around.

Shen Qingyuan choked up, he didn't know if the original Lin Jing would forgive him.

Right now, he was just wondering if Xiaojing could forgive him.

"Master, this disciple wants... I want to see Xiao... no, I want to see Mr. Chang, please allow me, Master!"

After finishing speaking, Shen Qingyuan kowtowed heavily, and his forehead hit the bluestone floor tiles with a bang.

Yue Wuchen sighed, and said after a long time: "He just fell asleep, when he wakes up tomorrow, you can apologize to him yourself."

He looked up at the sky, and it was almost dawn.

Knowing that Shen Qingyuan was also seriously injured, he knelt down for another whole night.

When they return to the mountain, they will be beaten by the door rules.I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand such grinding for a while.

Yue Wuchen simply let him go down to rest first, and gave him a bottle of elixir.

Shen Qingyuan took the elixir with both hands, said "Thank you, Master", then shook his head and said: "It's my disciple who made a mistake. I shouldn't do anything to a mortal at will. I am willing to be punished."

In this way, Yue Wuchen didn't say anything.

After turning a corner, he met Lin Mobai head-on.

It could be seen that Lin Mobai had been waiting for him outside for a long time, his hair and shoulders were covered with dew, making him look slightly damp.

If Yue Wuchen read it correctly, Lin Mobai had changed all his previous clothes, and now he was wearing a blue to black brocade robe, with one hand tied behind his back.

Obviously his younger brother was still wandering between life and death, but Lin Mobai had that leisurely mood, and immediately changed the soiled clothes.

Seeing Yue Wuchen coming, Lin Mobai took a few steps forward, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Grandmaster Yue, for saving my second brother's life, but I don't know, when will he recover his memory?"

Yue Wuchen said: "To him now, he is not Lin Jing, but Chang Xuan. Don't say that he was my apprentice before, even if he is just an ordinary person, this seat will save his life."

"He can't be Chang Xuan, definitely not Chang Xuan!"

Lin Mobai frowned, shook his head with a complicated face and said: "In Nanyang, who knows Chang Xuan in ten miles and eight villages? Grandmaster Yue doesn't know that Chang Xuan is not innocent and has a very bad reputation! My two How can a person as noble as my brother be burdened by this stigma? If in the future, Xiao Jing recovers his memory and my second brother Lin Jing comes back again, how can he bear such a bad name?"

"And my younger brother Jinghong, he didn't know anything, and he didn't participate in that incident! Afterwards, he was seriously ill, and stayed in bed for a long time, wandering between life and death several times!"

"He is the younger brother that I have expended countless efforts and no matter what the cost is to keep!"

"I've already lost a photo, I can't lose Jinghong again!"

"I hope Grandmaster Yue can continue to hide Jinghong, don't tell him the truth!"

Lin Mobai's tone sounded very low, his expression was complicated and his eyes were full of sadness, and even his voice was a little trembling: "I know that Jinghong has been self-willed since he was a child, and he is not well-behaved and sensible. He can't compare to Lin Jing anywhere, but Jinghong is I have watched the child grow up since I was a child, and he doesn't have any bad intentions!"

"Grandmaster Yue shut the door to him before, and treated him coldly many times, even Jinghong noticed it!"

"If... if Jinghong knew that we were the ones who killed his twin brother together, then Jinghong... Jinghong would definitely kill himself!"

Lin Mobai suddenly raised a voice, looking very sad and terrified in the night, his face also appeared a little distorted, a layer of melancholy that was so thick that it was almost impossible to dissolve quickly covered his entire face.

"I can't take it anymore, the pain of losing my brother! I can't take it anymore!"

The author has something to say:

Xiaojing: I don’t understand what love and hatred are. If you give me candied fruit without washing your hands, isn’t that dirty?