The second senior brother eloped with the young master of the next door.

Once upon a time there was a sect.

The senior senior brother is famous all over the world, the junior senior brother is emerging, and the second senior brother... is unknown.

Second Senior Brother likes Senior Senior Brother, Senior Senior Senior Brother likes Junior Senior Brother, Junior Senior Brother... loves Senior Senior Brother.

No one cares about the second senior brother, and no one loves the second senior brother.

Who gave me winter frost and snow, who gave me spring river flowers.

For a person who is too humble, half of his life's sincerity only needs a little liking.

"Zelan, Zombi this time will be in your charge."

The second senior brother, Ze Lan, was caught off guard when his name was called. He was taken aback, and nodded hesitantly under the eyes of the old master: "...the disciple obeys."

"Xiu was in charge of Zongbi last time. If you have any difficulty in making a decision, you can ask him."

Xiu is a senior brother who has been famous for many years. The Zongbi five years ago was very sensual and exciting.

"The disciple understands."

The second senior brother's heart skipped a beat, and he remembered the figure of Xia Ziyue Yun.

The second brother took the file and went to the disciple peak.

Before he had time to step on the last step, he heard the sound of iron weapons clashing, and knew that it was the senior brother who was practicing martial arts on the peak.

He hesitated for a moment and was ready to come back when he heard a "ding", followed by a clear and clear laugh.

The second senior brother was taken aback.

...Little Junior Brother?

"Brother, I won, what reward do I have?" The younger brother's voice was somewhat teasing, very proud.

"...Dog thing." The elder brother was silent for a while, and cursed lightly.

The second senior brother listened, the hand holding the file tightened and tightened, and he stepped up another step.

The senior brother was dressed in white and stood opposite the junior junior brother. The sword bestowed by the master and the senior senior brother was held by the junior junior brother to play with it.

The elder brother turned around and took a piece of crispy candy from the stone platform, put it in front of the younger brother like a dog, and then fed it into his mouth.

But the junior brother grabbed the hand of the senior brother, smiled, raised his eyebrows and gently kissed his palm.

"Snapped."

The files in the hands of the second senior brother fell to the ground with a clatter.

The senior brother woke up when he heard the sound, and casually slapped the junior brother jokingly. Turning around, he saw the second senior brother squatting on the ground in a panic, packing up the files.

The senior brother frowned, and called the second senior brother's name: "Ze Lan."

The second senior brother shoved the file in his hands indiscriminately, bowed his head awkwardly, and said, "Senior brother."

"What are you doing here?" The senior brother walked over, picked up a yellowed file that had been left on the ground, and gently placed it in the hands of the second senior brother.

The second senior brother nodded, stepped back a step, his head still hanging down: "Thank you, senior brother."

He said again: "...It's all right now."

Seeing the second senior brother leaving, the little junior brother came over: "Senior brother, come to practice sword?"

The elder brother looked at Zelan's back as he hurried away: "What's wrong with Zelan?"

The junior brother smiled, pulled the elder brother's hand and pulled the elder brother back to the sword platform. When a gust of wind came, he squinted his eyes, slowly picked up the sword, and made a gesture of invitation to the elder brother with a smile.

He said casually, "There must be ghosts in my heart."

The second senior brother ran down the Disciple Peak as if fleeing all the way.

When stepping on the last step, his foot slipped a stone by mistake, and he fell unsteadily to the ground.

"..."

The second senior brother didn't complain of pain, but slowly got up by himself, and the corners of his eyes were a little red.

When he was young, the elder brother took him and the younger brother out. The younger brother could hold the hem of the elder brother's clothes with his dirty hands. He washed his hands very clean, but the elder brother wouldn't let him hold them.

The elder brother said: "Ze Lan, you are so old, you can walk by yourself."

If the junior brother falls, the senior brother will help the junior brother to coax him up.

He was jealous in his heart, and forced himself to fall, but the elder brother frowned when he saw it, and said with a bit of reproach in his tone: "Ze Lan, don't make any more trouble."

……

In fact, he just wanted the elder brother to take a look at him. If he could coax him, he would be too happy to fall asleep.

……

After all these years, nothing has changed.

The second senior brother was stunned for a while, then pulled out an ugly smile, bent down and picked up the files on the ground one by one, and left.

The Zongbi started today, and the Zongmen was very lively, no matter whether it was the disciples of the Zongmen or the outer Zongmen, all the disciples gathered in the Zongmen.Clothes of various colors, weapons dazzling.

Not only the members of the sect, but also rookie disciples of the outer sect participated in this competition, intending to learn from each other and exchange ideas.

This time Zongbi was in charge of the second senior brother. The second senior brother had been planning until late at night a few days ago, and now his eyes were black and blue. He was delicate, so he looked a little sick and beautiful.

He was so busy today that he was welcoming guests and arranging the rooms. One person wished he could break it into ten people.

The second senior brother managed to get some free time, but he was still a little uneasy. This was his first time in charge of Zongbi, and he really didn't want to disappoint the master.

He flipped through the list, wandered around, and was about to count the heads again, when he stepped out the door, his head suddenly fainted, and his eyes were so dark that he was about to fall to the ground.

Suddenly a strong arm helped him up by the waist, the second senior brother was dizzy, and subconsciously wanted to push him a step away, but unexpectedly he slipped into the person's arms.

"Stand still." A voice sounded beside his ear, with a hoarseness between a boy and a young man.

This person should have been in the position for many years or was raised by Youyou, and the two ordinary words had a taste of commanding orders. The second senior brother became a little sober when he heard it, and stood up unconsciously.

"...Thank you." The second senior brother took two steps back, and only then did he see the person's appearance clearly.

A young man of seventeen or eighteen, with a tall and straight figure, with an overly delicate face, his long hair tied high with a headband, wearing a blue robe, with silver dark patterns embroidered with great attention on the collar, If you look closely, it should be a white sparrow.

He is from the Jing family, and his status is not low.

The second brother's martial arts skills are not high, but his knowledge of people is not bad, and the clothing styles and emblems of each school can be regarded as familiar.

It's just that this kind of skill is not as high as martial arts, which is praised by people.

The young man seemed to be just passing by, doing whatever he wanted, when he heard the words, he just glanced at the second senior brother indifferently, then turned and left.

The second senior brother didn't take it seriously, he just shook his head to wake up, picked up the list and went in another direction.

Resting in the morning and eating at noon, the second senior brother went to the dining hall after finishing his work, and was knocked out head-on before he stepped in.

The second senior brother raised his head, coincidentally, it was the blue-clothed boy from the Jing family again.

At this time, the dining hall was still buzzing with people, it didn't look like they had finished eating at all, the second senior brother was puzzled, so he asked the young man of the Jing family, "Have you finished eating?"

"...No." The boy looked at him and replied.

"What? Doesn't suit your taste?"

The boy nodded quite honestly.

The second senior brother understood.

The Jing family is located in the ancient capital of the south of the Yangtze River. Among the famous families in the Jianghu, they are famous for their wealth and wealth, and they are also famous for their exquisiteness and gold.

This time Zongbi Jing's family also came with a dozen people, and the young patriarch of the Jing family was also on top of them. Just looking at the young man's exquisite posture and demeanor, it is estimated that he is the old man who feasted on the world when the Jing family's patriarch was one year old. child.

I heard that this is the first time I have traveled far to participate in a martial arts competition...

The second senior brother knew what he was thinking, so he smiled at the young man from the Jing family: "Then come with me, I can cook some Jiangnan dishes."

After speaking, he turned around and left, as if he didn't care whether the boy followed.

The young man from the Jing family hesitated for a moment, but followed the second senior brother.

The two of them had nothing to say all the way until they arrived at Disciple Peak.

There are only three master disciples living on the disciple peak, the elder brother, the second elder brother and the younger apprentice.

The three of them have a small kitchen at the foot of the mountain. They prepare some food on weekdays, or they can cook some supper when they are hungry after practicing martial arts in the middle of the night.

Before joining the sect, the senior senior brother and the junior junior brother were the children of a wealthy family, and their fingers were not touched by the spring water. Every time, the second senior brother was sleepy in the middle of the night, holding a small bench to reach the stove to cook some simple pasta.

The second brother pushed open the door of the small kitchen, pulled out a small bench, and said to the boy, "Sit?"

The young man was stunned for a while, but he just sat down.

The second senior brother neatly took out a hair tie and tied up the scattered strands of hair.

First wash the rice and put it in the pot, probably for the two of them, thinking about the young man's age, the second senior brother decided to make more, and lit a fire to cook.

He turned around and picked and picked from the existing materials, planning to make some home-cooked dishes.

Wash it with water, pour it into the boiling oil pan with a swipe, and stir-fry it until it is fully cooked. After a while, a few dishes will be cooked after doing this.

The method is simple, but fortunately, all the dishes are home-cooked and do not require sophisticated cooking skills.

After a few dishes were ready, the second senior brother took a break to look at the boy, and saw the boy holding his face in his hands, staring blankly at him cooking, like a fluffy cub waiting to be fed.

Seeing the second senior brother turn around, the young boy was slightly taken aback, and turned his head deliberately in a hurry, as if he was looking elsewhere.

The second senior brother laughed: "It's ready, let's pack the rice."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel something was wrong, and quickly continued: "Forget it, you sit and I come."

The boy didn't say a word, he obediently took two bowls to the stove and dug out two bowls of rice clumsily, as if he was killing someone with a rice spoon.

The two went to the table, the second senior brother saw that the young man was eating very quickly, he cleaned up a bowl of rice in a few mouthfuls, after eating a bowl, he glanced at the second senior brother with clear black and white eyes, saw that the second senior brother didn't say anything, Wagging his little tail, he filled another bowl.

The second senior brother knew that the young man was probably very hungry, and the road was bumpy from the south of the Yangtze River, and this person was so picky, and the food in the Central Plains on the way probably didn't suit his taste.

He glanced again, and saw that the boy's chopsticks hadn't penetrated into a dish: "Why, don't you like leeks?"

The boy nodded.

The second senior brother moved the bowl of stir-fried leeks in front of him: "Then I'll eat this."

The young man glanced at him again, and said in a low voice, "My name is Jing Chu."

The second senior brother's heart skipped a beat, it really was the young master of the Jing family.

Jing Chu asked, "What's your name?"

The second senior brother picked up a chopstick of leeks: "My name is Zelan."

Jing Chu repeated it, as if to keep it in his heart: "Ze Lan."

"Ah."

"Zelan."

"..."

"Zelan."

"...What do you keep calling me?"

"Your name sounds nice."

The second senior brother stopped chopsticks, reached out and knocked on the side of the boy's bowl: "Eat your meal."

At this moment, someone pushed the door of the small kitchen and walked in. When he saw someone, he was stunned: "Ze Lan?"

The second senior brother shook his chopsticks and raised his head.

It is Big Brother.

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