My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

After being knocked out of his chaotic brain by a stick, he thoroughly discovered that the omnipotent person in his memory had actually been forcibly disguising himself all along.

But if you think a little more and be more serious, you will know that their elder brother is not powerful at all, so that only a little injury can defeat him, and even easily kill him.

the whole day.

Lingyumen fell into an unprecedented dead silence.

If it was the first time for them to have the elder brother who was so sick and unconscious a few days ago, it turns out that the elder brother will also get sick, and he also has such a fragile sense of disbelief and crisis.

But because they thought it was the first time they got sick, and they were lucky about it, they thought it was just carelessness.Then after all the details are connected in series, this matter becomes a sharp sword hanging over the head.

Senior brother is not a monk.

Big brother will get sick.

Big brother will die.

They are young, they are playful, and they are delicious.They are addicted to having fun, they are in the common people's town, they are used to seeing life and death, but they don't have too many emotions of joys and sorrows, and the only bit of conscience is placed on the elder brother.

On the night when Rong Huai killed more than a dozen people, seeing the elder brother not eating, drinking, speaking, or sleeping for three days and three nights, when they rolled down the stone steps, they were half escaped from the drunken dream.

But as time went by, he sank into it again.

The word "death" that used to be just a simple word, after melting into the body of the senior brother, instantly turned into a huge boulder of ten thousand catties, weighing heavily on his heart, and he couldn't breathe.

On this day, no one came to quarrel with Rong Huai.

Unusually quiet.

It was rare for Chu Mo, who drank all day, to come.

When he came in, Chu Mo saw the heavy brocade sitting on the bed, and smiled embarrassingly.Although Ling Zhi looked proud, he protected Xiao Huai more tightly than anyone else.

In fact, he felt guilty in his heart.

He received the favor of rebirth from the person who handed Xiao Huai over to him back then, but he didn't take good care of Xiao Huai.

It is not too much to say that he is ungrateful.

He only took Xiao Huai until he was six years old, and Xiao Huai cried a little bit when the man left.After waiting for a long time, I forgot, so I didn't cry or make noise.In addition, Xiao Huai only needs to take the elixir, so he can't get rid of other thoughts at all.

Taking Xiao Huai was extremely easy, and then I saw that the time that person said was about to come.He found the most remote place in the southern region, dug a spiritual vein and buried it below, arranged it briefly, and named it the Lingyumen.

Xiao Huai is sensible at a young age, and he is not going to take Xiao Huai on a trek through mountains and rivers.Simply throwing a magic weapon and locking the top of the mountain is also a disguised way of locking Xiao Huai alone in the huge and uninhabited mountain gate.

According to the position given by that person, I went to various places in the world, and every year, relying on the method given to me by that person, I found a person who was mentioned by that person as a disciple.After picking it up, he went to find another one, and threw the disciple he brought back to Xiao Huai.

The more I think about it, the more guilty I get.

Under Chongjin's gaze, Chu Mo, who used to be heartless, sat down nervously against the table.

Chu Mo sat down, and Rong Huai followed suit.

Chongjin, who was originally by the bed, naturally followed, kicked his feet, jumped up and sat on the chair.Although he didn't say anything, and obviously this little brat was not the one who handed Xiao Huai to him.But being stared at by these purple eyes, Chu Mo always felt like being questioned. The words he planned to say got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

"Master, what's the matter for coming so late?" Rong Huai looked at Chu Mo puzzled.

Master.

Hearing Rong Huai calling himself, Chu Mo looked up at him.

Now people who have fully grown can still vaguely see what they looked like when they were young.

Inadvertently, the blurry picture in my mind became clear again.Chu Mo suddenly saw the hands solidified again, and there was a baby crying hoarsely in the stiff arms.

The baby was obviously raised very well, with clear snow skin and rosy skin, like a little fairy boy.

The layers of silk wrapped around the baby are as soft as a white cloud, tens of millions of times softer than the silk made by the peak Mahayana snow spider.The silk cloth is obviously very noble, but it is extraordinarily clean and simple, for fear of rubbing against the baby's delicate skin, so there is no stitch or thread embroidered on it.

And the small nails inside the gloved hands were still neat, round and clean.Obviously trim it at any time, for fear that the baby will scratch himself with his hands if he is not sensible.

Rao, it is no problem for babies to take any pills, but in the interspatial ring, the jade bottles filled with pills are all classified according to grade and efficacy, and even carefully marked the taste, saying which one you like more, Even the jade bottle is made of colored glaze that automatically maintains aura.

……

At the end, the memory moves forward a bit.

I couldn't see clearly, didn't dare to look, I could only humbly bend over to pick up the baby who was torn apart and howled, and the calm voice on the other side was as cold as the top of an iceberg: "My name is Rong, and my name is Huai."

"He is Rong Huai."

Obviously comparable to a sacred and noble god, but when he turned to leave, he showed a trace of helplessness on the contrary.

Intermittent images came out of nowhere.

The kind of treasure that others cherish, value, love, and hold carefully, but the guilt of being bruised all over by them lingers in my heart, and it becomes more and more intense and lingering.

Chu Mo's hand holding the jug trembled for the first time in several years.

"Master?"

Seeing that Chu Mo remained silent for a long time, with a certain expression on his face, Rong Huai yelled again.

"Ah? Ah, ah, what?" Chu Mo recovered from his broken memories.

Rong Huai smiled: "Master, please wait a moment."

Chu Mo nodded his head. He was usually so casual that he didn't dare to look into Rong Huai's eyes.He looked away embarrassingly, picked up the wine jug in his hand, and took a big sip before he could barely suppress the emotions in his heart.

Rong Huai, on the other hand, looked at the child beside him. The table and chairs were too high, and the four or five-year-old child's feet were hanging high in the air, with only half of his head sticking out of the table.

The original high-spirited momentum blocked the table, and most of it went away in an instant.

Rong Huai got up and went to the bed to find a cushion.When he reached Chongjin's side, Chongjin jumped down knowingly, waited for Ronghuai to lay the cushion, and then jumped up again.

This time not only the head was exposed, but the chair was also softened.

Chongjin moved her body, raised her brows, and her expression of satisfaction was beyond words.

After making it for the child, Rong Huai also poured tea by the way, put a cup in front of Chu Mo, and passed a cup in front of the child.

After everything was settled properly, Rong Huai looked at Chu Mo again.

Chu Mo cleared his throat. He was always thick-skinned, and it was rare for him to say once: "Xiao Huai, as a teacher,"

Speaking of the word "teacher", Chongjin happened to look over, and Chu Mo, who had already owed something in his heart, changed his words.

Strictly speaking, the word "master" is really unworthy.He never taught Rong Huai, or even everyone in Lingyu Sect, about any practice, and he didn't even know when Rong Huai entered the Way of Yuling.

Licking his dry lips, Chu Mo said, "I just want to ask, do you want to hear about your past?"

It suddenly occurred to him that he never seemed to have said anything to Rong Huai.The last time I mentioned Fan Shi, it was a serious and detailed talk about Rong Huai's life experience.

Oh, I mentioned it a few times before.

When Rong Huai was just a little older, when he was four or five years old, he would ask him why he didn't share his surname Chu.He said it was because he didn't get the name.Rong Huai asked again, why was he called Rong Huai.Chu Mo shook his head, he said he didn't know.

Rong Huai also asked him why he could only take pills.

He said he didn't know.

Rong Huai asked him again why he couldn't take off his gloves.

He still said he didn't know.

He drifted around in a daze for hundreds of years at first, and when he took over Rong Huai later, he didn't slow down for a while.He couldn't remember much, but not entirely.

But a series of not-knowings brought back the child's only thought, and he never asked again.

As soon as these words came out, Rong Huai's eyes moved slightly, and then he rolled his eyes: "No need, since it was a matter of the past, it has been so long now, there is no need to mention it again."

Chu Mo's throat became even more astringent.

He scratched his cheek and asked him to say, probably he could only speak intermittently, without beginning or end.He had no choice but to say: "Xiao Huai, do you have that interspatial ring with you? I want to get something inside."

Rong Huai nodded: "Yes."

He nodded, and took off the simple and complicated ring hidden in the innermost part of the skirt with both hands, which was worn on the neck and hung on the red rope woven by himself.

Chu Mo took over the space ring. The space ring recognizes its owner and requires a certain spiritual energy to open it.But Rong Huai couldn't cultivate, so he could only borrow his spirit.My own things, but I have never been able to open them myself.

At first Chu Mo gave Rong Huai the pills he liked according to what the man had noted, but Rong Huai quickly got to know all the pills.So for the sake of convenience, Chu Mo simply gave Rong Huai all the pills inside, so that Rong Huai could take it by himself.

Spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness fell into the space ring, and in the huge space that couldn't be seen at a glance, the rows of shelves made of clear green jade bamboo were still placed in place as clean as new.

The elixir bottles on it had already been taken out, only the ink-stained notes stuck on the bamboo stand remained.

Reiki scanned the note and brought it all out.

"Look?" Chu Mo handed the whole stack to Rong Huai.

No one knows why he thought these were irrelevant at first, so he forgot them again and again, and finally ignored them completely.

There was shame in his tone: "These should have been given to you, and I know you can't enter the interspatial ring."

Leaning on the teacup with a light finger movement, Rong Huai wanted to look away, his brows and eyes narrowed, but he couldn't help it.He raised his eyes, took the note, unfolded it slowly, and Chong Jin went up to read it together.

On the note, the handwriting was astonishing, and every stroke was like green pine and green bamboo, and the coldness gradually penetrated through the ink.It is this seemingly cold word, but it says:

Huai likes it the most, and can eat more.

The words on the first row are particularly eye-catching, and the next is the introduction of the elixir. In the light of the water-like pearl, the handwriting that has been written for more than 20 years seems to have softened.

Ninth grade water elixir, the effect of nourishing the mind and calming the soul.

Mild, slightly sweet.

Huai Shizhi, relaxed his eyebrows, held my index finger with five fingers, and smiled at me.

The ink pauses here, and the next line is only two short words:

Very silly.

"I think that person had some difficulties at the beginning, so he had no choice but to hand you over to me." Chu Mo said softly, without disturbing Rong Huai anymore, he went out and closed the door behind him.

Rather than recording what kind of pills those are, it is better to say that Rong Huai's every bit of life is recorded here.It's hard to imagine that the seemingly lonely and arrogant handwriting is all about Rong Huai's affairs in detail.

Huai hates it, so don't eat it.

Ninth Grade Lieyun Pill, has the effect of shaping tendons and strengthening bones.

Bitter, dry.

Huai Conghui only takes it once, and never tastes it again.

Picky eaters, you can't, you should change it.

Chong Jin, who was following along, saw this and glanced at Rong Huai. It turned out that this idiot only likes sweets, not bitters.

There are a few lines of fine print below.

Today there was thunder and showers, and the Huai River was crying.

I thought Huai was afraid of thunder, but I covered my ears and eyes and still cried.I went to Yunsan Lei again, but it didn't stop.

It was later known that Huai saw a butterfly falling from the rain and fell into the water before crying.

With a sliver of spiritual power, the butterfly flies away again, and Huai laughs through tears.

One after another.

The night outside gradually deepened, and the street that was originally noisy like a river of stars falling into it slowly quieted down.Even though the monks don't need to sleep, they still have the habit of following the sunrise to work and rest in their bones.

It is rare for Chongjin to say nothing, at first he would follow what was written curiously, but now he looks at Rong Huai.

There was obvious joy in his eyebrows and eyes, and Rong Huai at this moment seemed like a child who got candy.It's easy to be satisfied, just like when they met for the first time, if they approached him because of a misunderstanding, they would be so happy that they would become fools.

After reading for a while, he suddenly felt that it was already the third watch. Rong Huai looked at Chong Jin beside him, and apologized, "Are you sleepy?"

Chongjin didn't answer, and turned into wisteria directly.

Rong Huai picked up the wisteria with a smile, brought it to the bed, and put a few more spirit stones beside the wisteria.Now that Chongjin has been promoted to Jindan, the spirit stone consumption is far from what it was before.

Finally, a soft quilt was pulled over the wisteria and covered to the tip of the vine. In order to prevent the light in the room from affecting the heavy brocade, Rong Huai then lowered the bed curtain.

The light in the bed was dim, and the tip of the wisteria, which had been lying motionless, was lifted up, and the consciousness was released.Seeing that the idiot Rong Huai put on his cloak obediently, he let go of his aura, and silently set up a barrier beside Rong Huai just in case.

The sound of the paper was deliberately kept quiet, for fear of disturbing the wisteria in the house.

I don't know that the night is getting deeper, but there is no movement at all, and the breathing is shallow and even.The closed bed curtain unfolded, and Chong Jin came to the table in the form of a human being. Purple eyes looked at the person who was still holding the paper in his hand, and was so sleepy that he fell asleep on the table.

The corners of the lips of the side face that was exposed outside the sleeves were still raised, and he didn't know how happy he was.

Even though Rong Huai put on a cloak and Chong Jin put on an aura mask, he still touched Rong Huai's forehead worriedly.

Fortunately, it is normal.

After making sure that this person is okay, Chong Jin looked at the stack of papers on the table, and he took the top one.Same as before, the first line above is always whether Rong Huai likes to eat or not.Then there are several pills, what are the effects of the medicines.

Regardless of whether Rong Huai was crying, laughing, sad or happy, or just glanced at something more and frowned, he would write it all down.

He obviously cared so much, why did he raise Chu Mo?

Gee.

Thinking of this group of people, Chongjin felt inexplicably upset.

Put the paper back in its original place, but even though Chu Mo is unreliable in some things, there is nothing wrong with choosing Chu Mo.After all, people like Shan Chumo are truly rare in the world of comprehension.

An untouched and almost impurity-free ninth-grade elixir, a space ring of unknown size, gloves of unknown grade... It can be said that the person left for Rong Huai, each of which is enough to make the entire cultivation The world is jealous of things, but never passive in the slightest.

It should be said that what is more important is Rong Huai who is now intact.

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