My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

Everyone knows that the new head of the Nine Mountains Sect is talented, skilled in martial arts, hardworking, and ambitious. Martial arts are also becoming more and more sophisticated, and have already ranked before the top [-] in the martial arts master list.

There are rumors in the world that the new head of the Jiushan School has a handsome appearance, a tall and straight figure, an upright person, and a resolute personality. He is a rare good man in the world. This year, three out of twenty are unmarried. Since he was crowned, he has rejected twenty famous ladies. Talk about marriage, but there is still an endless stream of people who propose marriage.

Jiushan Sect is a small sect handed down by our family for several generations. Although we really want to be as the name suggests, our sect does not have nine mountains at all, only one mountain. Later, my father told me that our sect is called Jiushan. The only reason is that the name of the grandfather who founded this sect was Xia Jiushan.

And the new head of the Jiushan School is my brother, whose name is Xia Yu, and whose name is Yiyang. He is a legendary young martial arts talent who is handsome, unrestrained and strong in martial arts. Some fame, and he himself is just like his name, dazzling wherever he goes.

There are rumors in the world, there is him without me.

This is of course, because my martial arts are not as high as his, and I don't like to participate in martial arts conferences, family competitions, etc., when I go on stage and get beaten. The world only knows Xia Yu from the Nine Mountains School, but I don't know Xia Lin.

But I'm not jealous at all. Although we have almost the same face, he is much better than me. Two years ago, I challenged my father to win the martial arts meeting in the sect. My father was very happy and passed on the position of master directly on the spot. Give it to him, and the next day he took our mother on a tour of the mountains and rivers, and didn't come back to see us for two years.

And me?I'm not as good at martial arts as him, but I'm not bad either. Anyway, I have completed all the training tasks that my father usually assigns. Before he challenges my father, it's no problem for me to hold a half stick of incense in my brother's hand.

However, since my father ran away with my mother, my seniority has also increased since my brother took charge of the sect, and no one gave me homework anymore. "Uncle Master" to listen to my brother's lectures with his disciples, so the practice in the past two years basically depends on self-consciousness.

And I'm not very conscious, my dream of becoming a martial artist has long been shattered into ashes, and there are no ashes left.As long as my brother is outside, the scenery will be unlimited. Anyway, I won’t starve to death.

Recalling that when I was more than ten years old, my brother and I also participated in a martial arts competition against a certain sect, two against two, my brother and I fought against a pair of brothers from their family.

Before going on stage, I asked my brother: Are you afraid?

My brother glanced at me: not afraid.

I said: I am a little scared.

My brother: It's okay, with me here, I won't lose.

I actually wanted to ask brother, can we hit that little yellow-haired guy first, I always think he will sneak attack.

But the gong has already sounded for the game.

My brother turned over and got on the stage, and I had to turn over quickly. As a result, I was nervous and turned a little too hard. Although I went up, my leg knocked on the pillar.

It hurts.

But I didn't dare to say it, and I didn't dare to show it, because of the pain, my expression was a little distorted, and I was afraid that others would see me as coquettish and not good at learning, so I simply put on what I thought was "cold, indifferent, provocative and ruthless" The expression, thinking about it now, I must have been very hideous at the time, and the word "owed to be beaten" was written all over my face.

Otherwise, my brother and I look exactly the same, and we wear the same clothes, so why did the brother across from me rush at me in the first place?

I don't know how I won that match, because they both hit me one at a time. I exhausted all my dodging and blocking skills, and I was overwhelmed. Wooden sword, that is also the shadow of a sword!When I came back to my senses, those two had already fallen under my brother's sword, and there were cheers from the audience.

At that time, I just felt that my legs hurt more, my back hurt a little, and my arms seemed to hurt too.I thought I won anyway, so I was going to ask my brother to help me down. Unexpectedly, the little yellow-haired boy who had just been thrown to the ground by my brother suddenly got up and grabbed his broken wooden sword and rushed towards me.

I didn't see it, and naturally I couldn't think of hiding.

It's normal that I didn't see it, right? A normal person wouldn't yell that I want a sneak attack even if they engage in a sneak attack.

But when my brother faced me, he saw it and reacted very quickly. He rushed over and slapped me off the stage with a palm, and he met Xiao Huangmao's broken sword by himself.

In fact, my brother is really good, even at that time.But he was a little far away from me at that time, so when he rushed over, he could barely slap me away, and he didn't have time to retract his hand, and he didn't have time to block with his sword.

By the time I sat up from the ground in a daze, my father had already rushed up to the stage and hugged my brother back. My brother saw blood on his left hand, frowned, looked at his hand, and then at me.Some of the other disciples hurried to look for Dr. Liu, and some surrounded my brother, all extremely nervous.And my mother was in a hurry, she raised her knife and was about to teach that little yellow hair a lesson, the head of the other party and my uncles rushed up to hold my mother, the scene was very chaotic.

Maybe I should have said thank you to my brother at that time, and got up immediately to see how his hand was doing, but he was already surrounded by people, and I probably couldn't squeeze through, and it was useless for me to go there .

If you think about it this way, forget it.

Later, my father forced me to participate in competitions every time, but if I didn't go, he would beat me.After beating me, he asked my brother to ask me if I would go the next day, and if he didn't go, he would continue beating me.

So my father beat me, so I went to find my mother, my mother spoiled me, so I beat my father, my father couldn't beat my mother, so he ordered my brother to beat me.

Again and again I was beaten.

I can also understand that my father has a desire to train both sons to become martial arts elites. I was also encouraged. They will not force me to compete, even if they force me to compete, I am not afraid of being beaten by them.

But no matter how much I practiced, I still couldn't beat my brother, so I had to give up.

Don't say I can't persevere and have no stamina, but if you can't beat a person for ten years, and you still get beaten by him from time to time, hasn't your confidence been polished?

Anyway, my confidence has been pierced to the core of the earth, my brother is so strong, I am really desperate.