The scumbag brother is finally accepted

The smoke of gunpowder finally subsided, countless civilians were killed and injured in the Dark Realm, and the vitality of all sects was seriously injured. The previously agreed competition had to be suspended.The Cangxuan Sect still stands on the top of the mountain, and still stands on the cusp of the storm.

All of this was just what happened three days ago, and in just three days, for some people, all their strength was exhausted.

Since falling from the stone steps that day, Shen Mengzhuang has been in a coma for three whole days.Confusion, high fever, and falling into nothingness.Even Xuanqiu couldn't call back his soul consciousness, so he could only seal the chaotic qi in his body in vain to prevent him from going crazy, everything depends on his good fortune.

Every hour of daylight walks along the window, from late night to dawn.Meng Qingyang stood by the bed, gently wiping the sweat off Shen Mengzhuang's face with a warm towel.

The person on the bed frowned, his face was pale, even his thin lips were bloodless, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, a tear flowed from the corner of his eye, and beneath his calm face was overwhelming grief.He was holding the quilt tightly in his hands and refused to let go, looking very painful.

Seeing the person in front of him stubbornly refusing to let go, Meng Qingyang wiped the back of Shen Mengzhuang's hands with a towel, and said: "You say you, who is not good to imitate, you have to imitate your master. Now it's all right, ask for trouble Eat, I know it’s uncomfortable, let’s see if you dare to do it later.”

Outside the window was the dark night sky, Ye Zhenzhen pushed open the door, her eyes were red and swollen as if she had been crying for a long time, her voice was hoarse, she looked at Meng Qingyang and said, "Brother Meng, let me replace you tonight, you haven't closed your eyes for three days, hurry up Take a break."

"It's okay." Meng Qingyang responded to her with a smile, and held up the washbasin on the table and handed it to her. "I have energy, but junior sister, why don't you hurry up and go to a beauty sleep, and be careful of wrinkles. Look, your eyes are red and hurt." Doesn't it hurt? Go to sleep, I'm here, I'm fine."

Taking the water basin in front of her, Ye Zhen Zhen looked at Meng Qingyang, then turned her head to look at Shen Mengzhuang who was on the bed, and said: "Then I'm leaving, Brother Meng, take care of yourself, remember to call me if it's really impossible."

"Okay, go back to sleep now."

The night was cold and windy, and almost no one on Anxu Peak fell asleep. Everyone had their own worries, and each had their own unspeakable bitterness.

In summer, cicadas sing faintly, the breeze blows white clouds, and everything is as usual.

The sun shines on the floor over the window sill, and the cool wind blows the curtains of the bed.The person on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He had been in a coma for several days, and his whole body was limp and weak.From head to toe, it was as if a huge boulder weighed heavily, and it was hard to even breathe.

Why is he here?

Questions gradually rose in his mind, and his ears were filled with various sounds, such as the clash of swords and swords, the sound of crying and howling.It seemed as if someone else was calling him, the voice fluctuated high and low, calling him non-stop, as if begging, as if stunned.

In the end what happened?

Feeling the dampness and heat on his face, Shen Mengzhuang raised his hand to touch it. Looking at the wetness on his fingertips, he was in a daze for a long time, like a puppet who lost his soul, his eyes were dim and lifeless, without any spring light.

Why... is he crying?

After waking up, Shen Mengzhuang refused to see anyone, and all those who wanted to visit him were turned away by him.Lock yourself in the room, sit by the bed all day and look at the bamboo forest outside the window, from dawn to dusk.

Tears seemed to flow out, and Shen Mengzhuang's eyes were bloodshot, like cracks in the dry riverbed.There is still no brilliance in his eyes, as if all the brilliance was taken away overnight, and he disappeared into the boundless world together.

he?who is it?

A figure flashed in his mind, and his dim pupils suddenly focused.Shen Mengzhuang stood up in astonishment, did he forget something?

Following the feeling deep in his memory, Shen Mengzhuang finally opened the door and staggered towards another direction.Crossing the muddy path, Shen Mengzhuang stood in front of the closed wooden door, carefully pushing it open with trembling hands.

The things in the house were neatly arranged, and the table was dusty, as if no one had lived in it for a long time.

Looking at everything in the house, Shen Mengzhuang walked heavily, feeling increasingly hard to breathe, walked in slowly, and stopped in front of the inscriptions mounted on the wall.

On the paper, there was a line of vigorous and powerful calligraphy written with a brush, flowing freely and flowing through the back of the paper, one could tell it was his handwriting at a glance.And next to the big characters, there is a line of cute little regular script. Just by looking at it, I can imagine a serious child, writing at the desk, with every stroke, although young but cute.

Suddenly, the past was like a tide, and scenes rolled in my mind.Shen Mengzhuang looked at the line, trembling uncontrollably, with endless bitterness in his throat.

On New Year's Eve that day, after Meng Qingyang snatched his inscription away, Lu Qingyuan eagerly wanted it too, and begged him to teach him how to write.

Heavy snow was blowing outside the window, the charcoal fire in the house was crackling, and sparks jumped out of the charcoal basin and onto the ground.The sandalwood is fragrant and fragrant, and the nose is full of sleeves.

In front of the desk, Shen Mengzhuang put his arms around Lu Qingyuan who was sitting on his lap with one arm, and held his right hand holding the pen with the other, dancing wildly on the paper.In an instant, a line of bold and free-spirited characters appeared on the paper.

Looking at the words written by himself and his senior brother together, Lu Qingyuan's eyes shone with starlight, and he turned his head to look at Shen Mengzhuang with a smile.

Behind him, Shen Mengzhuang hugged the person in his arms tightly, resting his chin on Lu Qingyuan's shoulder, looking at the big characters on the paper, he read softly: "Hold your hand, and grow old with you."

Lu Qingyuan felt itchy when the gentle figure blew into his ears, and his whole body went limp.A warm feeling surged in my heart, I don't know if it was because the charcoal fire was too hot today or the two of them were too close, why did I feel my face was so hot.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she was secretly happy.Lu Qingyuan lay down in front of the table, covering it with his whole body, as if he was afraid that Shen Mengzhuang would see it, and secretly wrote stroke by stroke, using the words that senior brother Cai had taught him just now.

Seeing the person in his arms writing seriously at the desk, Shen Mengzhuang couldn't help being curious, so he leaned over and asked, "What did you write?"

Unexpectedly, not only did Lu Qingyuan not let him read it, but he also covered the written words with both hands, lowered his head and whispered shyly: "Senior brother, don't read it."

The more he refused to let him see, the more curious Shen Mengzhuang became in his heart, coaxing the person in his arms to let him take a look by coaxing him with sweet words.

I saw that line of beautiful small characters, solemnly written——

"I love senior brother, senior brother loves me."

Shen Mengzhuang couldn't help laughing, nodded his head and said: "Good words, good words."

"Senior brother laughed at me." Lu Qingyuan blushed even more, pretending to be angry, covering the line with his hands, and said angrily.

"How dare you, the font is correct, the handwriting is beautiful, it's far better than mine." Shen Mengzhuang couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked down at the coquettish person in his arms, "You say yes, ma'am."

Lu Qingyuan, who was pouting and angry just now, was coaxed into a mess by the word "madam" at the moment. He tried to hold back, but his facial features became more and more distorted. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Outside the window, the snow was pressing down on the branches, and the bent bamboo branches were getting lower and lower under the weight, and the heavy snowballs "slapped" to the ground, smashing out a silver-white firework.Green smoke curled up in the window, the charcoal fire crackled, and the two kissed in the mist.

Memories are like ruthless sharp blades, and the intimate words in the ear become more clear and sharper.But for a few months, things suddenly changed.

The bitterness in his heart was like a mountain torrent breaking a bank, Shen Mengzhuang's legs felt weak and he fell to his knees.The people who followed him in the past and called his senior brother one after another, the people who hugged his arms and acted coquettishly, the people who occupied his whole heart, never, ever...

It took a long time for the weeping in the room to gradually stop. Shen Mengzhuang sat by the bed and leaned against the wall, staring up at the ceiling in a daze.Suddenly the door was pushed open, Xuanqiu strode into the room, walked in front of him and remained silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "Master, I heard that you are finally willing to go out and come to see you. Those who go should not be chased. You are good!" Think about it. You were pointed out by everyone that day, how can you sit idly by as a teacher, although they are all disciples of the teacher, but..."

When the words came to his lips, Xuan Qiu paused, shook his head and sighed softly: "As a teacher, I can only abandon him to protect you."

The two were silent for a while, then Shen Mengzhuang suddenly raised his head and smiled wryly, with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Abandon him to protect me?" Shen Mengzhuang repeated Xuanqiu's words, turned his head to look at the master in front of him, "Master, I would rather you abandon them all."

Xuanqiu remained silent, staring at Shen Mengzhuang for a long time, with mixed emotions in his heart, unable to say anything, finally turned around and left quietly.Before leaving, he stood by the door and pondered for a long time before speaking, painstakingly comforting the people behind him, "Forget it."

forget?

Shen Mengzhuang murmured in disbelief.

How to forget?How to forget?In his life, he only liked such a person, how could he forget?

Hot tears blurred his vision. At this moment, a cut was made in his heart, and he was thrown naked on the ground to let blood out.The deep and profound pain and pain made him unable to breathe.

His eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a delicate small box beside the pillow, Shen Mengzhuang was stunned for a moment, then took the wooden box and slowly opened it.

On the top of the wooden box, what caught the eye was a plain white and clean handkerchief, which seemed to be wrapped in something. There were tiny hairballs on the edge of the handkerchief, which seemed to be often opened.

Carefully opening the handkerchief, Shen Mengzhuang stared at the contents inside the handkerchief tightly. Inside was the mandarin duck jade pendant he gave to Lu Qingyuan.He said that it was left by his mother to the daughter-in-law of the Shen family.

The corners of his eyes were red, and tears dripped down on the jade pendant.Shen Mengzhuang felt endless burning pain in his throat, and the past flooded into his heart like a tide.

He took out the jade pendant, and placed a silver hairpin safely under the handkerchief.That day when he saw the green skirt, he bought it with great joy, hoping that his wife could wear it for him to see.Warm and fragrant nephrite, exquisite and charming, the past is tender and tender, as if it was yesterday.

The dripping tears had already wetted the quilt, his heart twitched, Shen Mengzhuang's lingering forbearance tightened, his hands trembling and he continued to search inside.

Under the silver hairpin were some of his hair ties. That day when Lu Qingyuan was framed, the contents of this wooden box were thrown to the ground grandiosely.It was also that day that he realized that many of his missing personal belongings were secretly collected by others.

Take out the folded hair band and other things in the wooden box, which is half empty.Shen Mengzhuang continued to rummage, and suddenly saw something at the bottom of the box, his eyes widened, his heart tightened, his whole body trembled, his head made a "boom", all the forbearance erupted, and the heart-like pain washed over his whole body, his absent-minded eyes There is unspeakable grief.

Under a group of accessories, at the bottom of the wooden box, was a dart, which was the dart that Shen Mengzhuang accidentally rescued Lu Qingyuan and was injured that day.

How could he even hide this?How could he even keep this in mind?It was just an unintentional move, it was just a moment of urgency, and he actually... remembered it all.He actually kept all the things related to the three characters Shen Mengzhuang properly, put them beside his pillow, and cherished them like treasures.He doesn't care about himself, but only cares about Shen Mengzhuang's food and clothing.Keep it firmly in your heart and be careful.

Grief-stricken and heart-broken, Shen Mengzhuang held the dart tightly, and finally covered his face and wept uncontrollably.So true, so sincere, it was he who betrayed him, it was he who betrayed him...

At the same time, in the endless abyss.Lu Qingyuan's hands and feet were bound by the Qiankun lock.Iron chains come from the ground, endless and endless.Lu Qingyuan could only move in the abyss, and when he tried to approach the stone wall, the iron chain would pull him back. Several times he broke his bones and scratched his skin.

There was no sunlight in the Infinite Abyss, the true energy in Lu Qingyuan's body was suppressed by the Qiankun lock, and another infinite devil energy took the opportunity to occupy it.The blood-colored red pupils were like dancing fireworks that had not been extinguished for a long time, and the death mark on the neck became more and more gorgeous in the darkness, as if it would always be like this. From now on, only red and evil remained in these eyes.Without that person, Hei Tong has no meaning of existence.

Wandering boredly, Lu Qingyuan dragged the heavy iron chains and shackles, wandering like a lonely ghost to the Guiming Creek.As soon as he stepped into the stream, there was a deafening sound of evil laughter, as if sharp nails scraped the glass, making his scalp numb.

The sound that got deeper into the ears became more chaotic and noisy, and the surroundings were pitch black.Suddenly a white figure flashed past, Lu Qingyuan stopped, tilted his head and squinted his eyes to look in front of him.

In the dark bedroom, Shen Mengzhuang was lovingly feeding porridge to Lu Qingyuan who was injured on the bed. At that time, it was the first time he was taken care of by others since his mother died.

The past reappeared, Lu Qingyuan's vision blurred suddenly, and tears welled up in his eyes.

However, the picture turns around, looking back at the source.Before entering the door, Shen Mengzhuang took out a rune and put it on the bowl.In a blink of an eye, things changed, and the person in front of him was crushed by a boulder, rolled over by sharp knives, and covered in blood.

The pain from that year seemed to remain in every pore, and what made Lu Qingyuan feel even more painful was that when his inner strength was sealed back then, it was, it was...

I have tasted every knife in the sharp blade ladder, that kind of heart-piercing taste, it turned out to be him, it turned out to be him...it turned out to be him, how could it be him, how could it be him...

The unbelievable grief was like the sharp knife from that year once again slashing his body, the blood all over his body rushed to his head, Lu Qingyuan trembled all over, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground.He lowered his head and sobbed, and the heart-piercing ghostly laughter in his ears kept coming and going. Amidst the noise, he vaguely heard a familiar voice, which became clearer and clearer.

"We were the only ones who entered the White Pagoda and were trapped in the magic sound array. Do you think the magic sound that manipulates mortals will come out out of thin air? Tsk, you are really easy to deceive after being sold by someone and paying for it."

"Your brother is a hypocrite, bah!"

"You were cheated by him!"

"You were cheated by him!"

"You are so stupid!"

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The disgusting words of the past came to my heart, and the scenes in front of me shattered all the warmth.Behind the lingering tenderness is a poisonous snake that takes people's lives.

Tears dripped on the ground uncontrollably, as if they were about to run out, only blood gushed out of the eyes, and the blood and tears slid down the pale cheeks.Lu Qingyuan lowered his head and sobbed, his shoulders hesitating non-stop.

The brother he loves deeply, the brother he admires, the brother he yearns for... Heh, hahahaha——

He suddenly raised his head and laughed, blood and tears dripped from the corners of his eyes, and the iron chains on his hands and feet trembled violently.Even the frightening Ghost Smile of Guimingjian was afraid of this evil smile, and gradually disappeared.In the empty valley, only Lu Qingyuan's laughter echoed.

What a good senior brother of his.