Rebirth of Beigu Sirius

"Big brother, wake up."

The tender child's voice rang softly like a silver bell, and the cloudy and chaotic consciousness regained its first trace of clarity.

"Who, who is..."

Before he could finish speaking, his tone froze again due to the pain.

His hands and feet felt as if they had been run over by a carriage, and he couldn't exert any strength or move. Only the bursts of pain, mixed with the biting chill left by the ice and snow, still allowed him to confirm its existence.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, my five senses were not clear at all, and my internal organs seemed to have been crushed and reassembled, and I was tormented by the heavy quilt on my body to even catch my breath.

"Wake up, wake up?"

There was a "clang" sound in my ear, it was the child who hastily put the porcelain bowl on the low cabinet next to the bed.

He shouted towards the outside of the house: "Daddy, come quickly, that brother seems to be awake!"

The volume of this sound was not small, and it became more and more obvious in the half-sized room. Yun Zhuo was dizzy from the pain, but this time, the three souls and seven souls were shocked and half returned to their places.

"Weihan, have you forgotten what my father told you? The patient must make a lot of noise when he is lying down."

The door on the right was pushed open by someone, and a gust of wind could be vaguely felt, and the child from just now excitedly greeted a person.

The man said in a deep voice: "Also, brother Yunxian and I are friends who have forgotten years, if you call him brother, wouldn't it be a mess of seniority?"

The child immediately moaned unhappily: "But Daddy, Brother Yun on the bed seems to be only a teenager, so why should I still call him uncle?"

"Brother Bai? Is it Brother Bai?"

Hearing vaguely the words "Brother Yunxian", Yun Zhuo's mind suddenly collided like lightning and flint, and immediately ignored the pain all over his body, and struggled to sit up.

He tried his best to open his dry eyes, and in the cloudy vision, the slender and elegant figure in green shirt gradually became clear in a small room.

This is Brother Bai's home?

Yun Zhuo turned his neck, causing the bed board to creak.

"Your brother is injured, don't get excited."

Hearing the movement behind him, Bai Musheng hurried to the bed in two steps.

"Look, Dad, I said he's awake!"

Suddenly a round head protruded from behind the young man, whimpering and bragging, it was the child who called him "brother" just now.

With a face like a white ball, eyes like obsidian, and a short brown satin dress, with a knot on her head, she is so cute.

"My dear brother, how do you feel?"

Bai Musheng didn't pay attention to the child, pulled a low stool and sat down in front of the bed, and said with concern: "How could it be like this..."

"I, my father, Yandu Palace... Nanzhao..."

Yun Zhuo's dry, cracked and blood-stained upper and lower lips moved back and forth, but he could only choke out a few words.

Between opening and closing eyes, scarlet blood is everywhere, and the messy memories are difficult to describe.

He just shook his head.

"Oh, that's all."

Realizing that he had caused the other party's sadness, Bai Musheng quickly raised his hand to stop Yun Zhuo's words, and helped him sit up: "You are seriously injured now, so don't think about it..."

He looked at Yun Zhuo, and sighed again: "Brother, do you know how dangerous this encounter is, if you hadn't just passed out in the boundary of Tianshan Mountain three days ago, and I happened to go to the outskirts to practice, you are probably already done by now." The souls of the dead are frozen to death under the snow."

"...Tianshan? I have reached the sky...uh!"

When Yun Zhuo heard this, his body froze. Even though the cushion was placed on the back, the wound was still excruciatingly painful. When he pulled it inadvertently, his limbs and bones were piercing.

"Ugh."

Bai Musheng was concerned: "Even if I use the best herbal medicine in Tianshan, the injury still hurts?"

Yun Zhuo nodded, and sighed self-deprecatingly: "After all, the demon bones have been stripped."

"What's going on here? Could it be who hurt you?"

Bai Musheng looked at Yun Zhuo's weak state, shook his head and said: "The demon bone is gone, and the demon energy is still in disarray. When I picked you up, your meridians were all blocked, so I can only try to unblock it for you first." Yes, but this injury..."

"Thank you, Brother Bai."

Before Bai Musheng could speak again, Yun Zhuo had already answered the words in a hoarse voice: "However, the matter of the demon bone is my choice. Although this change is unexpected, I can't blame others."

Seeing the worried expression on the other party's face, he took a deep breath, and said again: "I have a bad reputation, if brother Bai is afraid of being searched by others, you can also drive me out at this moment, and take my life and death."

"How can you say such a thing!"

Yun Zhuo's words were really frustrating, and the elegant young man was so anxious that he slapped the bed, saying: "Why, do you think your brother Bai is a perfidious person? Although my Guanxue Residence is small, it can be used for you, a Sirius, to heal your wounds and pay for it." That's enough! If any revenge seekers come, I'm not afraid of them!"

"Brother Bai..."

Yun Zhuo's five fingers made light impressions on the brocade quilt, he looked at the young man and said in a low voice, "How much of my martial arts is left?"

"Brother?"

When Bai Musheng heard the words, he was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head away, and said word by word: "I don't know."

Yun Zhuo was slightly surprised: "I don't know, do you know?"

Bai Musheng shook his head and said, "Your injuries are still unhealed, and your pulse is unstable, so I can't judge."

"Is that so?"

Yun Zhuo stared blankly at the pair of hands that could not exert any strength, and murmured: "Then I..."

"Then you should take good care of your wounds, son."

While in a daze, a woman's chuckle suddenly came from outside the door.

Yun Zhuo hurriedly looked up, but saw another person came in from the room, wearing a plain shirt and skirt, fair complexion, black hair randomly tied up in a bun, tied behind his head by an embroidered square scarf, his facial features were not good-looking, but There is also a bit of tenderness between frowns and smiles.

"Mother!"

When Xiao Baituan saw the woman, he smiled and threw himself into her arms.

"Lan'er?"

Bai Musheng's original dignified expression was also slightly relieved, and he said softly: "What are you doing here?"

The young woman called "Lan'er" embraced her son in her arms, and said in a gentle voice, "I was thinking about cooking the porridge for Young Master Yun, and I kept it in this room for a while, I'm afraid it's going to be cold. Call Weihan to bring another bowl."

"Well, it's still mother who is thoughtful! Unlike my father, who will scold me all day long!"

Bai Tuanzi was like a little rabbit, bouncing up to the front of the bed to pick up the cold bowl of porridge, holding it in both hands and handing it to his mother.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to turn his head and make faces at the two people in the room.

"……Your son?"

The jumping steps caused Xiaotuanzi to sway the fringe fringe behind his waist. Yunzhuo saw the thing that belonged to him at a glance, and the promise of goodbye with the Tianshan family in Luoyang City in the past came to his mind. He didn't know whether to feel sad or relieved. Going to the present is dull and desolate.

"Well, it's Weihan."

Bai Musheng nodded, and said with a smile: "I just passed my 12th birthday this year, but unfortunately, my temperament is still very willful, as if I didn't grow up."

"I wasn't any better when I was his age."

Yun Zhuo squinted his eyes: "If you want to count the debauchery that Mr. Sirius did in the Jianghu when he was a teenager, it is not enough to say 'temper willful'."

Bai Musheng shook his head helplessly: "The dog has been spoiled by us since he was a child, brother, you must never be humble."

"It's not self-effacing."

Yun Zhuo thought about his "glorious past" back then, and sighed: "Brother Bai, you may be far away from the Central Plains, and you don't know much about the things I did back then..."

Bai Musheng shook his head, and said: "I don't know what my brother has done. But I know this kid, it's really nonsense that he calls brother brother as soon as he comes up."

"Then, do you really want him to call me uncle?"

Thinking of the conversation between the father and son when he was unconscious just now, Yun Zhuo really felt that he should be on Bai Weihan's side.

He murmured: "Isn't that too old? I'm only nineteen now..."

"Look, Dad, I just said it! Brother Yun doesn't want me to call him 'uncle' either, does he?"

While the two were talking, there was another laugh from outside the door—at some time, Bai Weihan had swayed over with a big bowl of hot white porridge.

"You guys, alas."

Bai Musheng looked at Yun Zhuo on the bed, then at Bai Weihan on the ground, and sighed at the two brats.

"Brother, let's be brother!"

He waved his hands helplessly, stood up and said to the group with a straight face: "But Weihan, since Brother Yunxian has been called 'brother' by you, you as a younger brother have to take good care of him."

"no problem!"

Bai Weihan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and the porridge bowl in his small hand also shook, and Yun Zhuo was terrified when he saw it, for fear that the child would burn himself if he didn't pay attention.

"Then Dad is going to prepare medicinal materials for Brother Yun."

Completely different from Yun Zhuo, Bai Musheng didn't have any worries about that kid, he walked towards the door with his hands, and said seriously: "Weihan, you can chat with him for a while, remember not to make loud noises, fight and bump into each other Brother Yun's wound, did you hear that?"

"Yes, yes, Dad, let's go."

I don't know if he can't stand the hot bowl, or his father's endless nagging, Bai Weihan finally put the porridge on the cabinet with his feet, and pushed Bai Musheng's back with his small hands.

"Okay, okay, let's go."

There was nothing he could do about his pampered son, Bai Musheng smiled wryly and closed the door behind him.

"Hey, Dad is finally gone."

Bai Weihan looked left and right along the crack of the door, and finally made sure that the person had gone far away, then turned around and took the porridge, and happily sat on the small stool in front of Yun Zhuo's bed.

The young boy clumsily fiddled with the round wooden spoon in the bowl, scooped out the light juice and a few grains of glutinous white rice, blew two mouthfuls and handed it to Yun Zhuo's mouth: "Brother, have porridge."

"Thank you."

Yun Zhuo swallowed the few contents in the spoon obediently. The porridge was not hot, but it was like a warm current, which slightly melted away the ice in his heart for half a month.

The little boy continued to play with the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, and looked at his eyes wide open: "Brother, what's your name?"

"My name is Yunzhuo."

Yun Zhuo looked at the young boy with a hint of a smile in his eyes: "The clouds are clear and white, and the flowing water is clear. Some people in the rivers and lakes call me 'Sirius Lord', and some people directly call me 'Qianxuan'."

"... Qian Xuan?"

Bai Weihan rolled his eyes and said, "Then, how about I call you Brother Qianxuan?"

"Okay."

The corners of Yun Zhuo's lips raised: "I have two older brothers at home, and a brother-in-law who met because of the enmity of my father's generation... But I have never had a younger brother, but I really want to hear others call me 'Brother'."

"Hey, then it's a deal!"

Bai Weihan squinted his eyes with a smile, and said: "At first, I thought that someone occupied my bed, and I had to sleep with my parents again. I was a little troubled! Now it seems that it is worth it!"

"Your bed?"

Yun Zhuo looked down at the wooden bed under him, and it really didn't look like a guest's house.

"My family hides from the world and lives in seclusion, and I don't often have guests."

Bai Weihan said with a little embarrassment: "So Dad picked up Brother Qianxuan, so I have to make room for you to recuperate."

"I, I don't know..."

Realizing that he occupied the young man's den in front of him, Yun Zhuo was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "You, don't worry, I will find another place to live when I recover from my injuries."

"No."

Now Bai Weihan shook his head like a rattle: "Brother Qianxuan has to stay."

"what?"

Yun Zhuo was slightly surprised.

"Well, because I have been living in this mountain with my parents since I was a child. Except for Luoyang that year, I have never been to several places in the Central Plains..."

Bai Weihan faltered, but his eyes were shining brightly: "I, I want Brother Qianxuan to take me to the Central Plains to see!"

"Pfft, that's why?"

Yun Zhuo couldn't help laughing, but when he looked back, he felt that he would not dare to go to many places in the Central Plains because of the "name of killing his father" he was carrying.

He shook his head and said: "I accidentally got into trouble, even if I go back to the Central Plains, I have to go back with fear... for fear of disappointing you."

"Well, that's okay, I have other reasons!"

Seeing Yun Zhuo's expression darkened, Bai Weihan quickly grabbed his sleeves and added: "My mother's cooking is delicious. Although the food in the North may not match the taste of yours in Wuling, I haven't tasted it. It’s such a pity to taste it and leave.”

"Good good."

Xiaotuanzi's enthusiasm was irresistible, Yun Zhuo could only smile and nod.

"And, there's more!"

Bai Weihan was still unsatisfied, stretched out his little hand, and "hula" pulled the paper window half open, stretched out his index finger to point to a small garden in the snow, and said excitedly: "In that garden, there are mare's milk plants planted by my father." Grapes. It will be ripe in a few months, you, you must stay and eat before leaving!"