Rebirth: My Brother Can Only Be Mine

Lin Huaijin naturally went along, and Lin Qing took a dozen miscellaneous books.

There were tables, chairs and benches in the library. Lin Qing sat down and looked through the book he had brought.

Lin Huaijin was lying down and sleeping next to him.

He didn't like reading when he was in the secret realm, except for the books on medicinal materials and alchemy that he had to read. In the secret realm, he listened to the teacher's lectures in the classroom as if they were storytelling, and learned a lot.

It would be nice if my brother could read aloud in the future and I could listen in.

Lin Huaijin raised his head and glanced at the books in his brother's hands.

"Disputes that must be mentioned in the world of immortal cultivation", "Revelations of major sects", "Ranking of martial arts value in the world of immortal cultivation"

The corner of Lin Huaijin's mouth twitched, and he looked up at his brother, who was reading a book seriously with his eyes half closed.

Lin Huaijin picked up a book from her brother's hand and flipped through it casually.

It's always good to read more books.

At worst, I can say later that all my knowledge of the magic way came from books.

Lin Qing flipped through books very quickly and memorized them very quickly, reading ten lines at a glance.

Otherwise, in the secret realm, it would be impossible for him to make up for his brother’s five years of lessons in just three months.

Although Lin Huaijin treated the classes as listening to a book, the notes were taken by Mu Xia.

After watching for a while, Lin Huaijin felt drowsy and soon fell asleep on his arm.

Lin Qing finished flipping through the book in his hand.

He then picked out a few older books from the pile of miscellaneous gossip about the world of immortal cultivation.

"The Split of Immortal and Demonic Paths", "The Punishment of Demon Cultivators", "Two or Three Things the Demonic Path People Did"

Not finding what he wanted to read, he quickly flipped through the three books and then stood up to look through other books on the magic path on the bookshelf.

This time I didn't go back to my chair, but stood directly in front of the bookshelf, flipping through one book and then moving on to the next.

Lin Qing quickly learned the knowledge related to the magic way.

However, the people of Jin Guang Sect probably don’t like reading books, and there aren’t many books about the way of magic, probably only about ten or so.

After Lin Qing finished reading it all, he returned to his seat and picked up the notes he had just received and looked at them.

But this time the pages of the book remained unturned for a long time.

Lin Qing half-lowered his eyes and reclassified the books he had just scanned in his mind.

There are two types of demon cultivators. One is the natural demon who has been cultivating demons since childhood.

The other type is when a cultivator falls into evil and transforms into a demon.

In ancient times, immortals and demons were not in opposition, they were just two different ways of cultivation.

There was even a period of time when immortals and demons often communicated and exchanged ideas, and jointly resisted real alien races.

What exactly that alien race is, the books do not specify, they only say that it is a parasitic species.

Without you realizing it, your companions may no longer be companions.

Later, after a long period of fighting and cleanup, everyone felt insecure.

Although both immortals and demons work together to resist the enemy.

But there was already resentment within.

They all believed that the other party was using the alien species to wantonly kill their companions.

But what the truth is, only those who have experienced it personally know.

The past cannot be verified.

In short, after thousands of years of confrontation, the alien species were eliminated, but the immortals and demons had also split into two opposing races.

A thousand years later, there was another great war between immortals and demons, with both sides suffering heavy losses.

In the end, 90% of them died, leaving less than 10% behind, and this racial war came to an end.

The immortals and demons were no longer able to fight.

Lin Qing also found what he wanted to watch.

A cultivator who falls into the devil's way will make rapid progress at first. The mark on his forehead will be just a light grey dot at first, then the color will get darker and the mark will get longer.

Judging from the mark of Jin Manshan seen last night, his magic power has at least reached the late Jindan stage.

I heard that Jin Manshan's aptitude for cultivation is very poor. Whether it is physical fitness, spiritual root aptitude, or comprehension, it is not even one-tenth of his brother Jin Manshui's.

Therefore, Jin Manshui became famous at a young age. When he was a hundred years old and in the Nascent Soul stage, Jin Manshan, who was already fifty, had just reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

After that, Jin Manshui was in charge of Jin Guangzong for fifty years, but unfortunately passed away. At that time, Jin Manshan's cultivation had just reached the Golden Core Stage.

The old leader Jin had to end his retreat and take charge of the Jinguang Sect again.

Fifteen years have passed since then, and Jin Manshan, who had extremely poor aptitude, has reached the late Jindan stage from the early Jindan stage.

Lin Qing closed his eyes and thought quietly about countermeasures.

He is now in the early stage of the Golden Core, and with his swordsmanship and berserk state, it's not that he can't fight in the late stage of the Golden Core, but it's a bit troublesome.

It will inevitably attract the attention of other people.

Then the secret killing of Jin Manshan could not be done by Jin Guangzong.

Lin Qing was still immersed in his own thoughts when he suddenly felt a finger pressing on his forehead.

"Brother, why are you frowning?"

Lin Huaijin gently pressed his brother's brow with his fingertips.

In his previous life, my brother often frowned, and later two wrinkles appeared between his eyebrows, which he really disliked.

I must keep an eye on my brother in this life and never let him frown.

Lin Qing's brows relaxed. He didn't even notice that he was frowning, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Before Lin Qing could answer, he heard his brother say:

"Brother, don't frown. If you have anything uncomfortable, you must tell me. You promised me."

Lin Qing laughed, "I remember I promised you when I was twelve."

She pulled his hand down, stood up and sorted the books on the table. She thought of something and turned her head to Lin Huaijin to explain, "I wasn't feeling bad just now. I was just thinking about something."

Lin Huaijin propped up his head and looked up at him, "What's the matter? Is it difficult to handle?"

Lin Qing smiled and said, "It's not difficult, it's just a small matter."

As he spoke, he had already packed up the books and walked towards the bookshelf with them in his arms.

Lin Huaijin finally stood up and walked towards his brother lazily.

Lin Qing put the books one by one according to their original positions as he remembered.

Lin Huaijin was like a ghost, following him around on his back with his eyes closed.

After a few months, his height had reached below Lin Qing's ears. If he was taller, he could rest his chin on his brother's shoulder and follow him around.

"Brother, I seem to have grown taller." Lin Huaijin yawned lazily.

I didn’t get enough sleep. The more I sleep, the more I want to sleep.

"It seems so. You are only fifteen, which is the time for growth."

After Lin Qing put away the last few books, he grabbed Ling's younger brother from behind and pulled him to his side, holding his wrist as he walked out of the library.

Lin Huaijin raised his other hand and yawned again, "Brother, aren't you going to read anymore?"

"It's evening, time to go back for dinner."

Seeing that he was really sleepy, Lin Qing condensed a water ball containing tiny ice particles and gave him a face-washing service.

Lin Huaijin had to open his sleepy eyes that were filled with tears.

"Brother, bad."

Lin Qing suppressed a smile and said, "Yeah, I'm bad, but you can't sleep any more. If you sleep any more, you won't be able to sleep at night. Or do you want to meditate and practice all night tonight?"

After washing his face, Lin Huaijin was indeed refreshed. He blinked his dark and moist eyes and said, "Brother, when can I grow up?"

"How big do you want to be?"

"I am older than my brother. From now on, let my brother call me brother."