My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

"Qi travels in the body, sends out in the sword, and returns to people." The man under the plum blossom tree recited the sword formula, and praised with a smile, "Zi Shun's sword practice is getting more and more comfortable, and he is about to surpass me."

Xia An had just finished practicing once, and he was sweating hot in the winter, and his face was already blushing. Now that Xia Ning said this, it seemed that the color was a little thicker. He suppressed the little heart that kept beating the reef Langhua still spoke with a bit of embarrassment: "How can I compare to big brother? I still..."

"It's better to practice the nameless pose again." Xia Ning could see Xia An's careful thinking, pretending to be humble but hoping to praise him more, so he thoughtfully followed his words, "Who is better, you or me?" Once you know it, you will know it once you try it.”

"Okay!" Xia An was elated, and immediately agreed.

There are actually three moves in Nine Mountains Sword Jue. The offensive and defensive moves are well known, and all disciples in the sect need to learn them. The third move is unknown. Although it is a cheat book, it is not considered a secret in the sect, and not everyone must learn it.Just because this style is not a sword move but a method of exercising qi and luck, it is not very effective for one person to practice alone, but two people who cooperate with each other to achieve the degree of internal force interlinkage can use the two-person sword and derive a more powerful form. A subtle change that connects offensive and defensive styles.If the disciples in the sect find a companion to practice and learn from the master together, they can get this style.It's just that it's not easy for two people to practice together. After many generations, there are not a few people who practice, but less than one in ten persists, and there are only a handful of people who practice well.

Xia An has practiced this style with Xia Ning since he was practicing martial arts. After all, Xia Ning is a few years older than him, and he has always been diligent and superior in internal strength. There are winners and losers in the contest of internal strength, Xia An is also more and more willing to have such a contest with Xia Ning, beating his elder brother once can make him happy for a long time.

Xia An also won this time.

The two had just withdrawn their sword power, Xia An was overjoyed with victory: "Brother, I won today!"

"Yes, Zishun is worse than me, how about the next month's Hongyan going with me?" Xia Ning said.

His breath fluctuated a bit, but Xia An didn't care, he only heard the words "Hongyan Club".

"Brother, do you agree?!" Xia An lost his voice, the joy of victory just now was gone.

"Yes." Xia Ning also put away his smile at this time. Some things have been debated for a long time, and now it's time to talk about them.

"How can you agree! We all know who Song Mingguang is! In order to maintain the current situation, I have made concessions to my own morality and will not kill him. If you agree, he will be able to turn right from wrong from now on!"

"Successful and defeated, Song Mingguang needs Hongyan Book to stand firm for him. Since you, as the swordsman, have already made concessions for this, why can't I, as the writer, make a little flexibility?" Xia Ning was still flat, what he said It was indifference, and he didn't even look at the flushed Xia An again.

Xia An was also in a hurry: "This is different! We need him to live now, but the things he did should not be forgotten! Think about those aristocratic families who were wiped out by him, and the sects that were looted by him! You can really Erase this paragraph!"

Xia Ning said: "I am the writer, I say yes."

Xia An felt as if his elder brother who had just practiced double swordsmanship with him had suddenly changed. He knew it was against morality, the principle of holding a pen and sword, and family precepts, but he still insisted.

But before he could refute again, Xia Ning said again: "The Nine Mountains faction has announced to the martial arts, formed an alliance with the Song family, and rewritten the Hongyan Book to show its sincerity. This is my decision as the leader. If you disagree, I will I won't keep you either."

Under Xia Ning's gaze, Xia An's body was sweating and turned cold instantly. It was unbelievable that his brother, who had always been close to him, suddenly changed his face. In order to join the martial arts alliance assembled by the Song family, he did not hesitate to violate morality, let alone break with him.

"Brother! What kind of ecstasy did Song Mingguang give you!" Xia An was trembling with anger, unable to choose what to say.

"I said this is my decision! If you don't accept it, get out now!" Xia Ning almost yelled this sentence. He was always gentle and polite, and he had never spoken to others so loudly.

At that time, Xia An was also stung by the word "roll", and was dazed. He snatched the white jade pen hanging from Xia Ning's waist, and shattered it with his internal force.

The pens made of white jade are fragile after all, even if they are passed on from generation to generation, the writers poured their internal energy into carving bamboo slips for many years, but they can't withstand this random slap of energy, and they are broken into several pieces in an instant.

"Xia An! You...!" Xia Ning was unprepared for him, and he accidentally snatched the Hongyan pen from him. He didn't expect that Xia An's action was too fast, and he destroyed the pen without hesitation. In the end, he had to quickly use his clothes He picked up the pieces of broken jade in his hem, but at least they didn't fall to the ground and smashed into pieces.

"Brother! I will never let you rewrite Hongyan's book!" Xia An saw Xia Ning kneeling on the ground picking up the broken jade, his eyes were flushed, and he knew that he had made a big mistake on the spur of the moment. It was broken in his own hands, but at this time his mouth was still stubborn.

"You go, don't let me see you again." Xia Ning said without raising his head, his tone was not so much calm as a bottomless pool of stagnant water, "Nine Mountains School has never your name."

"You drive me away? That's fine! You can be Song Mingguang's dog alone!" Xia An felt sour in his heart, unwilling and angry at the same time. He hated his elder brother and wanted to drive him away, but he was even more angry with his elder brother. Willing to bring Jiushan faction and Song Mingguang together!

Just leave, the eldest brother no longer writes, but I still want to kill the whole world to be a villain!Sooner or later I will kill Song Mingguang!Anyway, now that Hongyan's pen is broken, it is impossible to write Hongyan's book!Xia An thought about it, went back to her room and packed up the few things she had, but was still worried, fearing that her elder brother would hand over the real Hongyan book to others, so she went to the study and stuffed the thousand locks containing the Hongyan book into the package.

Standing in front of the mountain gate, Xia An finally looked around at the Nine Mountains School he grew up with. From the disciple's room, to the main meeting hall, to the martial arts arena, plum blossom trees, every plant and tree, he was very familiar with it, and he could understand it even with his eyes closed. It was built up in my mind without even landing, and I didn't even let go of the powerful and powerful "Nine Mountains School" on the mountain gate.

Perhaps this is the last look.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Xia Ning said that there will be no Xia An in the Nine Mountains from now on, so he should leave cleanly, so as to save himself the joke of being reluctant to part with being expelled.

Before Xia An turned around, he did one last thing. He untied his sword and threw it back into the mountain gate fiercely. The silver carved scabbard reflected the listless winter sun, which still dazzled him for a moment.

Let's go, from then on, the Xia family has no writer, and no one who wields a sword. He holds the Song family's pen, but I have to wield the sword in my heart.