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

The first time Jing Chu saw the second senior brother was when he was resting at the gate of the mountain and waiting for arrangements from the sect.

A group of young men from the Jing family surrounded Jingchu, and suddenly they saw a person slowly coming from the mountain gate, holding several wooden yellow scrolls in his hands, dressed in white, tall but slender from afar.If it is a warrior, it is actually somewhat congenitally deficient.

When he got closer, he realized that this person really didn't look like a Lianjiazi, with fair complexion, soft brows and eyes, and gentle manner like a scholar.

That man walked into a group of well-mannered Jianghu people, like a well-dressed white rabbit jumping into a den of ferocious beasts.The white rabbit was a little nervous but not scared. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he carefully smoothed out his white hair, and held the carrot in his hand tightly.

His lips were tightly pursed, and his color had already faded, as if he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the hustle and bustle of people in front of him, his lips stretched out, and his color was like spring flowers.

Jing Chu stared blankly, then blinked.

The man spoke: "Heroes."

Jing Chu was taken aback again, the voice...was pleasant.

A young man from the Jing family next to him took a look at Jing Chu, saw that he was staring in that direction, couldn't help laughing, saw that Jing Chu was motionless, and said, "Young master, the one over there should be the one from this sect." The second apprentice of the sect master is called Zelan. The sect master has accepted three apprentices in total. The first disciple and the closed disciple are all prodigies in martial arts. Presumably the young master has heard of their fame. The second time, the martial arts are moderate, and he stays in the door on weekdays, and is responsible for handling some civil affairs."

Hearing this, Jing Chu raised his eyes to look at the young man, let out a soft "oh", but kept repeating the name "Ze Lan" in his heart.

Eupatorium, a herbal medicine that grows in clusters in the dark water near the lake, the leaves are small and different, like orchids but without fragrance, when twisted slightly, the roots of the branches are fragrant.

At the first glance, I was a little moved, thinking that it was Yan Gou's thoughts.However, when the second senior brother took Jing Chu back to Disciple Peak for dinner, Jing Chu looked at the man with his hair tied up cooking for him, and felt like he was boiling a pot of boiling water, with small bubbles constantly bubbling.

If he could bring this person home, he would not only be able to read and write, but also cook and warm the bed... Jing Chu blushed at the thought, but his eyes could not be separated from the slender and beautiful waist of the second senior brother. Turned around to see, was caught off guard and turned away.

Jing Chu is not worried about what will happen if she likes a man.

The old man in the family is a martial idiot, he only has opponents in his eyes, and he has been motivated since he was a child to train Jing Chu into a person who can kill him in the future.As long as Jing Chu's kung fu doesn't lag behind, he doesn't care about anything.

He didn't have a mother, and the old man didn't feel that he needed a mother.The person who gave birth to him died a long time ago. After giving birth to him, he was stabbed to death by his father on the bedside without even having a chance to see him.

He understands what Old Immortal is trying to do.

Hatred was brought up from childhood, what he raised was a knife to kill himself, not a living child.

Old Immortality requires him to learn to hate from an early age, and since birth, he doesn't need half a ounce of love.

The death of a blood relative is for him to kill another blood relative in the future.The deeper the hatred, the less people will be left under the sword.

——The place where he grew up was a pile of shit.

Jing Chu closed his eyes.

He raised his eyes to look at the second senior brother again, and immediately felt much more comfortable in his heart.

Really.

A knife also wants to like people.

The smelly blood and flesh have been touched a lot, and occasionally I want to touch beautiful people, preferably warm ones that can be hugged in my arms.

With a small knife that has not been polished, before drinking blood, the first time he left the house, he touched his "heart of stone" to a little white rabbit who can cook. If the knife sharpener finds out, Wouldn't he be so angry that he would die for half his life.

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