The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

"Lin Jinghong, how old are you? How can you still say such a thing? Have you learned all the etiquette, righteousness, and shame from childhood to university?"

The elder brother's voice was still buzzing in his ears.

Lin Jinghong didn't care at all.

If it was the past, and he was scolded by his elder brother in public, he would definitely leave home overnight in aggrieved manner, run out and make a fuss without going home for ten days and a half months.

Only when the second brother went down the mountain to coax him and make him happy, would he reluctantly go back to Linjian Villa with the second brother.

Right now, Lin Jinghong just wanted to know Xiaojing's reaction.

I eagerly want to know if Xiaojing will feel sorry for him being beaten and scolded.

But to Lin Jinghong's disappointment, Xiao Jing sat with her knees hugged from beginning to end, without moving, not even glancing at the corner of her eye.

It's as if you didn't hear it at all.

In other words, Xiao Jing didn't care, and kept staring at the fire in front of him in a daze.

Yue Wuchen didn't say anything, and silently added some firewood.

Only Lin Mobai still had a livid face, scolding harshly.

"I don't want to talk about big brother anymore!"

Lin Jinghong's grievance surged up in an instant, and he turned around and ran into the depths of the forest.

"Jinghong, come back to me!"

Lin Mobai shouted angrily, but the more he shouted, the faster Lin Jinghong ran.

He couldn't help looking at Xiaojing again, wanting to see how Xiaojing would react when he saw Lin Jinghong being beaten.

To Lin Mobai's disappointment, Xiaojing didn't respond at all.

Under the light of the fire, Xiao Jing's face was unbelievably beautiful, his eyelashes were black and dense, and after the previous blood spots faded away, those eyes calmed down again.

Gentle and quiet, calm.

It seems that there is nothing in the world that deserves to be moved by Xiaojing.

Lin Mobai couldn't help but said: "I just... just missed and hit Jinghong."

Xiaojing still didn't respond, staring at the fire in a daze.

"Ah Xuan."

"Ok?"

Only then did Xiao Jing react a bit, he turned his face in a little confusion, and asked, "What orders does Patriarch Lin have?"

Lin Mobai said patiently, "I said, I just missed and injured Jinghong."

Xiaojing: "Oh."

"..." Lin Mobai felt that the word "oh" was too indifferent, and asked again: "Don't you have anything to say?"

"No." Xiaojing shook his head, thought for a while, and said again: "That's your brother, not my brother. If you beat him, what does it have to do with me? Or... Patriarch Lin is reluctant to beat him himself. Brother, do you want me to help you?"

With that said, Xiao Jing raised his head and looked over with exactly the same eyes as Lin Jing, "It's easy to say, easy to say, but everything must be conditional, if the owner of the Lin family is willing to generously donate, and then buy some for every family in Chenjia Village. Chickens, ducks and geese, even if Patriarch Lin tells me to beat Lin Jinghong to death, I will do so."

Lin Mobai was so angry that his face turned blue again.

They are really his good brothers!

One is more annoying than the other!

There is a posture of swearing not to give up until he is pissed off!

Lin Mobai said the word "you" very short of breath, and then he couldn't say anything more.

Forget it, only if he did something evil in his previous life, he will have to repay this evil debt in this life.

It just so happened that the disciple who was ordered by Lin Mobai to go to the town to buy some food came back.

The disciple said respectfully from the side: "Patriarch, the food has been bought, where does the Patriarch want to eat?"

In fact, eating is almost the same anywhere. The place is so remote, and it has only been burned by fire, so the conditions are difficult.

Lin Mobai was a little hungry at first, but since Xiaojing left alone without saying goodbye, he has no taste for food and can't sleep peacefully every night.

After finally finding Xiaojing, he thought that Xiaojing must have suffered a lot and suffered a lot because he lived in the open air and had no food.

So he thought about asking his disciples to go out and buy some delicious meals, even if Xiaojing had an extra bite, it would be good.

By the way, there is also his incompetent younger brother Lin Jinghong, who hasn't had a good meal these days, and his health seems to have decreased a lot.

Who would have thought that one younger brother was beaten away, and another younger brother would talk back to him in a strange way.

The blood in Lin Mobai's chest began to surge again.

After enduring and enduring, Lin Mobai ordered: "I won't eat, leave a portion for the young master, and choose a few good dishes—"

He winked at the disciple, and the disciple understood immediately when he saw this, and hurriedly answered yes.

After that, he greeted a few disciples, pulled a long cloth, took the food out of the box one by one, and arranged them before retreating to the side to watch.

Lin Mobai took a deep breath, tried his best to use a calm tone, and said to Xiaojing: "There is nothing delicious in this small place, so I hurriedly made these. I don't know what you like to eat now, so I ordered you to go down. I’ve made a few, and you can try it.”

Xiao Jing turned his head away again, turning a deaf ear to what Lin Mobai said.

"Ah Xuan, even if you get angry again, don't make trouble with your body. You are just a mortal body now, and you can't stand hunger. If you get hungry, you will be even more unable to protect those villagers."

Lin Mobai leaned over, squatted down, picked up a pair of chopsticks, passed them to Xiaojing, and said: "Ah Xuan, be obedient, eat as much as you like, these are specially prepared for you."

Xiaojing didn't answer the call. At first, he was very preoccupied and really had no appetite.

Secondly, he didn't want to accept Lin Mobai's charity.

I would rather eat bran swallowed vegetables than receive Lin Mobai's favor any longer.

Seeing this, Yue Wuchen said, "It's fine if he doesn't eat, why should Patriarch Lin make things difficult for him. If you have this spare time, why not go to the mountain to find your younger brother, to be honest, the nearby lonely mountain is dangerous, and there are often Beasts are infested, it is getting late now, the villagers have set up many traps for hunting, if you hurt Lingdi, it will be bad."

After hearing this, Lin Mobai frowned, and subconsciously glanced deep into the forest.

It happened that the forest birds flew out in bursts, the moonlight was deserted, and the entire mountain range was pitch black, with no light at all.

Thinking about Lin Jinghong's fear of the dark since he was a child, and his actions were extremely reckless, if he ran into the deep mountains in a fit of anger and encountered some danger, then what should he do.

Immediately got up and went to look for Lin Jinghong.

But it suddenly occurred to him that Xiaojing had just woken up, hadn't touched a drop of water, hadn't eaten a single grain of rice, and was so depressed that he might have a heart attack.

After hesitating for a while, Lin Mobai ordered the disciples on the left and right: "Go to search the mountain, and be sure to bring back the young master's beard and tail. If he refuses, he will be tied up for me too!"

"Yes!"

With an order, more than a dozen disciples held torches and searched for the mountain.

Xiao Jing didn't care about Lin Jinghong's safety, but was more concerned about whether the villagers had eaten, so he raised his head and asked, "Master Yue, have the villagers eaten?"

Yue Wuchen said: "Don't worry, they all ate. The rice and meat we bought together were delivered in the afternoon. The villagers found an unburnt iron pot among the ruins and cooked rice porridge. A lot of people have already rested right now."

After a pause, he asked again: "I left you a bowl, do you want to drink now?"

When Lin Mobai heard it, he was a little unhappy, and said bluntly: "What can I drink with rice porridge? The pot was pulled out from the ruins, and it was extremely dirty. I just washed it with water. I'm afraid it's not good. It's very clean. Besides, the rice porridge is cold, so what's there to eat?"

Xiaojing didn't have much appetite at first, but after hearing what he said, his heart immediately surged with anger.

He immediately said to Yue Wuchen: "I want to drink."

Then he took the bowl with both hands, and intentionally emptied the rice porridge in the bowl in front of Lin Mobai.

Xiaojing even knew that Lin Mobai hated making noises while eating, and also hated being dirty.

He deliberately poured tons and tons into his mouth, and coughed violently because he drank too fast.

Finally, he raised his hand to wipe off the sticky rice grains on the corners of his lips.

"Only people with dirty eyes can feel that everything is dirty!"

Xiao Jing turned the bowl over, looked at Lin Mobai provocatively, and said, "I'm done drinking, and I'm full, has Patriarch Lin seen enough?"

This action once again aroused Lin Mobai's anger, and he really understood that Xiaojing did it on purpose, deliberately confronting him!

He said a moment ago that the rice porridge cooked by the villagers was not very clean.

In the next moment, Xiaojing even drank the soup and water.

And in front of Yue Wuchen, provoking him like this!

Isn't this just blatantly contradicting his big brother?

"Forget it, it's unnecessary! If you don't eat it, just eat it!"

Lin Mobai said coldly, got up, turned his back, and was about to tell his disciples to throw away all the food, but all the disciples went to look for Lin Jinghong, and not even one of them was there.

However, Xiaojing urged: "Patriarch Lin, can you please put away your rags? You piled up all your things here, and it hurts my eyes."

Lin Mobai was panting harder than usual, and secretly comforted himself, his brother, it's not worth getting really angry.

As long as Xiao Jing is not hungry, the rest is not important.

Now Xiaojing still has some misunderstandings and estrangement with him. After being taken back to Linjian Villa and getting along with him for a while, the previous suspicions will be resolved.

Then find someone to teach Xiaojing the rules slowly, don't worry.

Right now, there is no disciple to help, and Xiaojing is in too much hurry.

Lin Mobai had no choice but to squat down again, and put the untouched meals back into the box one by one.

But he has been well-clothed and well-fed since he was born, and he was born in the brocade heap.

I never cleaned up the dishes by myself.

Under Xiaojing's repeated urging, Lin Mobai started to tidy up clumsily, and the oil in the meal accidentally splashed on his sleeves.

Xiao Jing also gave an "ah" at the right time, and said slowly from the side: "I have stained my sleeves, but there are no people in this place for a hundred miles. There are only a few dirty rivers——"

He deliberately emphasized the words filthy and filthy, "Patriarch Lin may not be able to take a bath and change clothes. It's really disappointing."

"It's okay, just use a cleansing technique."

Lin Mobai frowned, feeling that the oil-splashed sleeves were really an eyesore.

I can't wait to change my clothes quickly.

But I also know that this place is remote and desolate, and I'm afraid I don't have the conditions to take a bath and change clothes.

I had to quickly clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and just use a clean technique.

Unexpectedly, Xiaojing turned his head and stared at Lin Mobai intently.

Staring so straight that Lin Mobai stopped what he was doing, and couldn't help raising his eyes to meet Xiaojing's. He asked, "What are you staring at me for?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that I accidentally vomited on you before, and when you sneaked into my room at night, I saw that you seemed to have changed into clean clothes. Those clothes are so beautiful."

Xiao Jing smiled at Lin Mobai, showing a look that completely sees through him, imitating his mocking tone and saying: "It turns out that you can also use the technique of cleaning!"

As soon as these words came out, Lin Mobai's hands trembled subconsciously, and he accidentally knocked over the plate containing the braised pork, and the pieces of meat mixed with oil soup rolled to the ground.

There was even oily soup splashed on his face.

I don't know if the oil soup is too hot, or what, Lin Mobai's face couldn't help getting hot, and he whispered: "That's not the case, I was just..."

"At that time, you just felt that someone had stained your sleeves. It was really dirty, so dirty that you clearly knew that I was in unbearable pain and couldn't eat. I probably wouldn't survive the night. You didn't even think about it. How can I make me, a mortal who can't eat and even struggle to drink, try to eat something."

"Even, your expression is indifferent, and you despise the way I eat. You think that I deliberately didn't eat well, so I spit out the food and got it on you on purpose, right?"

Xiaojing always speaks in a leisurely manner, every word is very clear, and his voice is very soft.

The tone was calm and no emotion could be heard.

But every word that can be spoken falls in Lin Mobai's ears, it is so not, neutral, and listening!

Lin Mobai's breathing began to rush again, and he opened his mouth slightly, wanting to explain.

Suddenly, he found that he had nothing to explain.

At that time, it was just an instinctive reaction, thinking it was dirty.

Subconsciously, she went back and changed her clothes, and even threw the soiled clothes away.

Never thought that Xiaojing would observe so carefully and remember so clearly.

It never occurred to me that Xiao Jing would still hold grudges and talk about such insignificant things.

This is too unlike Lin Jing.

Lin Jing never kept such small things in his heart, he was tolerant, open-minded and open-minded, no matter how fussy he was like Xiao Jing, he would get revenge.

Lin Mobai looked at Xiaojing's calm face, and even thought that if Xiaojing would practice Taoism again one day, he would only follow his vengeful temperament.

In the future, I am afraid that he will not bring glory to Lin Jian Villa, and will become enemies with the Lin family.

Rather than letting Xiaojing bite the Lin family hard, it is better to completely cut off Xiaojing's path of cultivation and make him unable to practice Taoism for life.

Just being an ordinary mortal, doing nothing for a lifetime, is better than one day in the future, after Xiaojing regained his memory, relying on his advanced cultivation, he acted recklessly, causing harm to the world, and walked the exact same path as before.

Thinking of this, Lin Mobai narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes on Xiaojing suddenly became much deeper.

Yue Wuchen was keenly aware of this strange gaze, raised his hand to protect Xiaojing behind his back, and said coldly: "Patriarch Lin, my younger brother has not returned so late, why don't you go look for him? My younger brother has always been willful and reckless. Just now I was wronged again, I am afraid I will be angry for a long time."

Only then did Lin Mobai turn his eyes back, secretly thinking that he was too suspicious, how could Xiaojing have the ability to re-learn Taoism, he might not be as good as even the most ordinary disciple in his sect in his whole life.

Immediately, he smiled kindly and said: "Thank you, Sect Master Yue, for reminding me, I will look for it here."

After a pause, he said meaningfully to Xiaojing again: "Ah Xuan, I will come to you again."

Then he got up and walked into the depths of the forest.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xiaojing's forehead, just now he really felt the bone-chilling chill.

No matter how unresponsive he is, no matter how ignorant he is.

He also noticed that Lin Mobai had murderous intentions towards him just now.

Taking a deep breath, Xiaojing was even more convinced that he must practice Taoism. Only when he is strong can he protect himself and the important people around him.

From the current point of view, perhaps it is safest to return to the Wuji Dao Sect with Yue Wuchen.

"Ah Xuan, it's late at night, and you've been tired all day, go to sleep, everything will be fine once you wake up."

Yue Wuchen said softly from the side, spread out a pile of hay, and let Xiaojing lie down.

Xiaojing didn't refuse, and as soon as he lay down, a shirt covered him.

Looking down, it was a Taoist robe that was more dust-free.

"Sleep, I will guard you here, and will not let anyone hurt you."

I don't know if it's too exhausting, or subconsciously has a certain trust in Yue Wuchen.

Xiaojing hugged his knees, shrank himself into a small ball, and gradually fell asleep after a while.

In the dream, Xiaojing returned to the snow mountain again, and once again saw Lin Jing lying in the snow.

He saw Lin Jing lying on his back in the snow, blood staining the white snow all over him red.

Lin Jing's mouth was slightly opened, and blood gushed out, mixed with some broken internal organs.

Xiaojing didn't feel scared in the dream, but walked over slowly.

Lying side by side with Lin Jing.

He wanted to know what Lin Jing was looking at before he died.

But the top of the head is gray, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger, almost burying Lin Jing.

Xiao Jing couldn't help looking sideways, and saw Lin Jing's mouth opening and closing, as if muttering something in a low voice.

But the voice sounded very muddy and could not be heard clearly at all.

Xiao Jing leaned over and listened carefully, and heard the hoarse, mournful, and even desperate voice - Master.

Master...

When Xiaojing woke up again, the sky was already bright.

He was awakened by a loud noise.

After waking up, he was dazed, thinking it was Erhu Niang calling him to get up for dinner, and was about to say yes.

It suddenly occurred to me that Erhu Niang was no longer there.

Xiaojing propped himself up and sat up, with his Taoist robe still covering his body. The fire from last night had already been extinguished, leaving only a pile of ashes.

Yue Wuchen stayed by his side all night, seeing that he woke up, he took back the Taoist robe, put it on again, and passed a water bag over.

Xiaojing took a sip of water silently, and raised his eyes to see a group of disciples of the Lin family not far away.

The disciples held long cloths in their hands and stood in four directions, east, west, south, and north, forcibly surrounding a small square room.

Lin Mobai's scolding voice came from inside: "You let the elder brother tell you what you are? How old are you, and you are wronged, and you still run away at every turn! Do you think you still have a full beard and a full tail? Dragging one arm, running around, looks good?"

Then Lin Jinghong said angrily: "That's none of Big Brother's business! Let me go! Let go!"

Lin Mobai: "Without my order, no one is allowed to help the young master untie the rope. You should reflect on yourself!"

Then he stood up, opened the long cloth, and met Xiaojing's eyes.

Lin Mobai still held Lin Jinghong's blood-stained clothes in his hand, seeing Xiaojing woke up, he wanted to say something.

But Xiaojing was the first to turn his head away.

She didn't intend to talk to him at all, and didn't even ask how Lin Jinghong was doing.

Could it be that Xiaojing is so hard-hearted now that he just doesn't recognize him as a big brother, but he even ignores his own brother who is a compatriot of the same mother.

If he was indifferent and distant, if he brought him back to Lin Jian Villa, he might team up with Lin Jinghong, and the two of them could beat him up more than a dozen times in one day.

Originally, there was Lin Jinghong, a little devil in the family, which was enough to cause headaches.

In the end, there came another Xiaojing who could kill people's anger by keeping a calm face!

Lin Mobai secretly thought that he was afraid that sooner or later he would die in the hands of his two younger brothers.

In anger, he threw the blood-stained clothes in his hands to the disciples. Lin Mobai said coldly: "Go wash it, dry it as soon as possible, and let the young master change it. Also, the young master has an injury on his leg. The meals for a few days are as light as possible, he doesn’t eat spicy food, he put chili peppers in the dishes yesterday, and he is not allowed to put any more in the future.”

The student should be, hurry down and do the laundry.

Lin Mobai kept his word, and he really summoned more than a thousand people to build houses.

Not only that, Yue Wuchen used the name of Taoist sect to borrow the dojo of a nearby Taoist temple to chant sutras for the dead.

During the whole process, Er Huzi hugged Xiaojing and cried loudly, unable to believe that his parents had passed away.

He also learned from the villagers that the Taoist priest in front of him was not his elder brother Chen Yulong either.

Er Huzi felt that the sky above his head was about to collapse, and cried and hugged Xiaojing, begging Xiaojing not to leave him again, and let Xiaojing take him to Taozong to find his brother.

The villagers also felt sorry for Er Huzi, claiming that they would take care of Er Huzi as their own son and raise him up.

I also hope that the real Chen Yulong can return to vulgarity as soon as possible.

After that, Xiaojing went to the grave to pay homage to Erhu's parents, and burned some paper money for them.

Kneeling in front of the old man's grave, Xiao Jing clasped his hands together, thinking silently in his heart that he would definitely help the aunt to find out why Chen Yulong was kicked out of the school because of his limbs.

After Lin Mobai persisted here for three days, he couldn't hold on any longer.

There are no beds, no hot meals, and they have to sleep on the floor at night.

What's even more unbearable is that I can't take a bath and change clothes.For three consecutive nights, I have spent the night in this wilderness.

What Lin Mobai couldn't bear the most was that during these three days, he watched Xiaojing go out again to "shame the Lin family" again.

Not only kneeling in front of the graves of mortals to burn paper money—when did the disciples of the Lin family become so weak in their knees?

They also cook porridge for the villagers—the most annoying thing is that everyone has a share, even the disciples of the Lin family have a share, but Lin Mobai does not!

Of course, what Lin Mobai is fighting for is not just a bowl of thin porridge—he still thinks it is dirty, and if it is cooked in that kind of big pot, the soot will float in—what he cares about is that other people have it, even small porridge. Jing also purposely found a broken bowl and fed it to a little white dog in the village who narrowly escaped death.

Even dogs have a share, but Lin Mobai doesn't have one, it's unreasonable!

Lin Mobai glanced sideways, and saw Lin Jinghong holding half a bowl of rice porridge that Xiaojing gave him, it looked like something precious.

Reluctant to drink it, I kept holding it in my hand, sucking it with my mouth!

A small bowl of bland rice porridge was forced to be drunk by Lin Jinghong like a fine wine.

It's been almost an hour since I drank it, and I haven't finished it yet!

If it wasn't for the cloth blocking it, Lin Jinghong would have lost all face of the Lin family!

"Stop drinking, what's good to drink? The food is so ugly, the Lin family usually misses your food? Make such an ugly look?" Lin Mobai reprimanded in a low voice.

Seeing Lin Jinghong holding the bowl and continuing to sip, he remained unmoved at all.

He couldn't help but continued to reprimand: "I lost an arm, fell into a hunting trap earlier, and was injured by a wooden thorn underneath. If you lose your leg, what will you do in the future?"

Lin Jinghong didn't care at all and said: "My body is strong, how can I become disabled so easily?"

In fact, he saw the hunting trap at that time.

I thought that Xiaojing must be worried about him and would definitely go to him.

Without even thinking about it, he jumped into the trap and hurt himself on purpose.

At that time, Lin Jinghong thought that he had not been injured seriously enough, and was afraid that Xiaojing would not feel sorry for him.

He also groped to pick up a stone and smashed it on his leg.

This made the whole right leg dripping with blood.

In the end, I never thought that it was not Xiaojing who found him in the end, but the elder brother.

This made Lin Jinghong very disappointed.

But with the bowl of thin porridge given by Xiaojing, Lin Jinghong suddenly felt that a little injury was worth it.

If he hadn't been injured, maybe Xiaojing wouldn't have given him a bowl.

Thinking of this, Lin Jinghong felt happy again, and happily sipped the porridge with his bowl.

Unexpectedly, a strong wind suddenly hit, and the bowl in his hand was knocked to the ground.

Immediately broke into several pieces.

Lin Jinghong was taken aback for a moment, then said angrily, "Brother! What are you doing?"

"Don't drink any more!" Lin Mobai retracted his sleeves, and said with a full face of hatred, "Don't let outsiders see the jokes of the Lin family!"

"Brother, who told you to overturn the rice porridge given by Xiaojing? Who told you to overturn it?!"

Lin Jinghong was in a hurry, and he didn't care about the injury to his leg, so he fell from the recliner and fell to the ground. He quickly crawled over and grabbed the rice porridge on the ground with his hands.

But he only had one arm, and the palm was cut by broken porcelain, and blood gushed out.

"Jinghong!"

Lin Mobai turned pale with fright, stepped forward to help him, and asked in surprise and anxiety, "What are you doing?"

"This is the first time Xiaojing has cooked for me. I haven't finished drinking yet. Who told you to overturn it? Who told you to overturn it!"

Lin Jinghong raised his hand to push the person away, and said with red eyes, "Don't touch me! It's all my elder brother's fault! If it wasn't for the elder brother who didn't say anything back then, he wanted to kill Xiaojing as soon as he came up, what about Xiaojing?" Maybe ignore me?!"

There is a lot of movement here, and the people outside can naturally hear it clearly.

A woman came over and said in a low voice: "Ah Xuan, listen, there is another quarrel inside, isn't it just a bowl of rice soup, can you bring another bowl to that young master?"

"He doesn't need it, he's not hungry."

With an indifferent expression, Xiaojing poured out the last bit of rice porridge from the pot, and yelled, "Xiaobai, come over for some porridge."

It just so happened that Lin Mobai really couldn't coax his younger brother well, and he came out with a good white porcelain bowl, ready to show his old face and beg for a bowl of porridge for Lin Jinghong.

I just ran into Xiaojing feeding porridge to the dog.

The woman said: "It's over, I'm here for porridge."

After hearing this, Xiaojing frowned and said, "I'm sorry, Patriarch Lin, I didn't call you, I called it."

He raised his finger and pointed to the little white dog wagging his tail and licking the porridge at his feet.

Lin Mobai, little white, little white dog.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.