The scumbag brother is finally accepted

It was the same dream again.

Since Shen Mengzhuang took the pill, he would dream of that boy every night.And every time he saw the boy, he would instinctively call him Xiao Jiu, and he didn't know why.

Although he was taking Gu Xuzi's medicine every day, the pain did not subside.

The stinging pain from the hundreds of ants eating at his flesh and blood intensified day by day, Shen Mengzhuang was sweating profusely, and he threw off the quilt to get up dizzy.

His martial arteries were cut off, and the pills Gu Liang gave him could temporarily restore his internal strength in a short period of time, but the stronger the effect of the medicine, the greater the damage, the pain almost killed him.Especially since his body was abolished, his body has been losing money, and he has been worried for the past few days that he might not be able to hold on, so he was hurt to death first.

Fortunately, time is running out, and it will be fine for a few more days.

He has to hold on.

Holding on to the corner of the table and walking to the side, Shen Mengzhuang lowered his head and picked up his coat.A drop of scarlet suddenly appeared on the plain clothes, like vermilion ink dripping into the white snow.

One drop, two drops, tick tick, like ink smudges.

Shen Mengzhuang looked at the blood-stained clothes, and suddenly reached out to touch his nose.Immediately, there was a dazzling red on the fingers, and then it was like a summer rainstorm, raging like a tide.The white shirt in his hand was instantly dyed red.

"Brother Shen! What's wrong with you!"

As soon as Xiaohua entered the door, she saw Shen Mengzhuang bleeding, she was so frightened that she quickly dropped the things in her hand and ran over.

Hearing the sound, Shen Mengzhuang raised his head to look at Xiao Hua, and just wanted to say that he was fine, but he didn't know whether it was because he turned his head too hard, or because of other reasons.Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and a disgusting rusty smell surged into his throat.

Suddenly spit vermilion at the mouth.

"Brother Shen!"

Xiao Hua turned pale with fright, as if she was the one who vomited blood, and tightly supported Shen Mengzhuang who was kneeling on the ground.

"Brother Shen, how are you? Why are you vomiting blood? I, I'm going to find my husband, no! No, my husband is not here today, he has gone to the Dark Realm. What should I do, Brother Shen, shall I go find my lord?" ?”

Shen Mengzhuang grabbed Xiaohua's arm, lowered his head and waved at her, and said in a weak voice, "I'm fine."

The smell of blood lingered in his mouth, Shen Mengzhuang swallowed, resisting the discomfort.Looking up at Xiao Hua, she squeezed out a relieved smile and asked, "What day is today?"

Xiaohua was confused, and replied in a daze: "July [-]th, what's the matter, brother Shen, why are you asking this?"

Shen Mengzhuang's eyes darkened, his brows frowned slightly, he was both worried and seemed much more relaxed.

There are still three days, just survive these three days.

"What does Xiao Hua want to do in the future?"

Shen Mengzhuang looked up at Xiao Hua and smiled.

Xiaohua looked at Shen Mengzhuang, and when she was asked this question suddenly, she felt even more confused, and replied hesitantly: "I like embroidery. I saw that the second sister in the embroidery room embroidered a phoenix, which is very beautiful. I also learned from her for a few days." , but she laughed at me for embroidering a pheasant."

Shen Mengzhuang couldn't help laughing, the exhaustion and haggardness on his face turned into a smile, even though there was still a bit of tiredness in the smile.

"The wild pheasant will become a phoenix one day. Work hard, and maybe you will become the world's number one embroiderer in the future."

"really?"

Xiaohua seemed to regain her confidence, and looked at Shen Mengzhuang with bright eyes.

"But Brother Shen, why did you suddenly ask me this?"

Shen Mengzhuang paused, hesitated for a moment, and finally said earnestly like a brother: "If I am not by your side in the future, just do what you like."

"Why isn't Brother Shen by my side? Does Brother Shen dislike me? Although I'm not as smart and capable as them, I really like Brother Shen. Don't drive me away, okay?"

Xiao Hua thought that Shen Mengzhuang wanted her to leave the Que Palace, tears welled up in her eyes, she hugged Shen Mengzhuang's arm and did not let go.

Shen Mengzhuang patted Xiaohua's head with pity, and said softly: "You can't be by my side all your life, maybe... maybe I'm going to live somewhere else in the future? Do what you want, don't waste time On my body."

Seeing that Xiaohua was silent, he paused, his tone was firm as if he had made up his mind.

"If I'm not here in the future, you don't want to stay here any longer. Whether it's the Demon Realm or the Darklands, go wherever you like. If he won't let you leave, just say I mean it."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Mengzhuang's heart froze suddenly.He almost subconsciously said what he said just now, but now that he has recovered his consciousness and pondered it carefully, it is actually somewhat inexplicably ambiguous?

Why did he promise Xiaohua so swearingly, why did he think so confidently that Lu Qingyuan would let her go when he heard it was his intention?

When he turned his mind around, he found that the impressions and memories of Lu Qingyuan in his mind became more and more complicated, and became more and more unforgettable, as if they had existed for a long, long time.

The peach blossoms outside the window withered for a long time and turned into green leaves.

The spring day that has been on the old mountain for a long time withered into ruins.

Just when he was thinking about the dusty past, his heart suddenly hurt, as if he had been bitten and eaten by thousands of insects.Shen Mengzhuang clutched his chest tightly, blurry images kept flickering in his mind like he was watching flowers on a horse.

Xiao Hua hurriedly helped him up, and when she suddenly looked up, she saw a landscape painting hanging on the opposite wall.

A voice suddenly sounded next to my ear, saying, "That was drawn by you and that kid together."

Something seemed to break through the ground.

He saw himself sitting at the desk with a person, to be precise, he was sitting on that person's lap, the two of them clasped their fingers, held a pen together, and drew randomly on the paper.

He saw the person holding him, dressed in a black robe, with a dazzling golden crown on his head.

Black Clothes...Golden Crown...

He was stunned and didn't dare to think about it.

A gust of wind blows in my ears, from the distant years, from the barren ruins.The sound in the wind echoed like ripples on the water.

seems to say:

"Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son"

It seems to be saying:

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

My head hurts and I'm in a mess.

Shen Mengzhuang felt his head was like an inflated ball, as if it was about to explode in the next moment.The heart beat faster and faster, as if it was against the ants that were eating away.

A lively rhythm came from the palm.The sounds of heartbeats seem to gradually converge into a touching love story.

As if to say:

"I gave you all my heart."

A mess tangled in my mind.

The figure of a boy, the figure of a black robe and golden crown, landscape painting, small kitchen.

At this moment, Shen Mengzhuang's mind kept colliding like a flood of beasts, his headache was splitting, and the ringing in his ears became more and more intense.

He murmured almost instinctively again:

"Little Nine..."

July fifth.

There was a faint drizzling sound in my ear.

Shen Mengzhuang woke up from his sleep, the candlelight was flickering on the bed curtain, and the hall was dark.Struggling to get up from the bed, a dream exhausted half of his strength.

The closer that day came, his whole body seemed to be drained.

"Little flower."

Shen Mengzhuang was dizzy and got up from the bed.

"Is it raining outside?"

Xiao Hua heard the voice coming in from the door, her shoulders were still wet.

"That's right, brother Shen, let's go now, it was still sunny just now."

As the saying goes, the weather in summer is like a girl's mind, cloudy or sunny.

Shen Mengzhuang staggered to the soft edge and sat down. He pushed open the wooden window, and the cool breeze came in, mixed with rain, which was very pleasant.

There is a lotus pond outside the hall. A few days ago, the lotus flowers were still red in the sun, but now they are green, fat, red and thin under the rain and wind.

Shen Mengzhuang was fascinated by the lotus pond in the distance.Dead branches and fallen leaves should have fallen into mud and dust.

Suddenly, I remembered peeling lotus seeds with Xiaohua and boiling lotus seed and white fungus soup in the past. It seemed like it was last year, and I haven't done these trivial things for a long time.

Shen Mengzhuang suddenly laughed, turned his head to look outside the door, and wanted to call Xiaohua.However, in a blink of an eye, it occurred to him that he was the only one who liked to eat lotus seeds here, and the others accompanied him to peel the lotus pods. Every time he happily boiled a big pot, he ate half of it and dumped the other half. It was a waste.

If he is gone, who will eat the peeled lotus seeds?Not even more wasteful.

Thinking of this, the joy just now came to an abrupt end, Shen Mengzhuang swallowed his unspoken words, turned his head and continued to look at the residual lotus outside the window.

July six.

The last pill goes down the throat.

Shen Mengzhuang felt that all the strength in his body had been exhausted. To get through tonight, as long as he can get through tonight, he can't fall by the wayside.

A familiar dream, a familiar figure of a teenager.

All the dusty memories of the past poured out desperately tonight, and Shen Mengzhuang was surrounded by vague memories covered in dust and crawling with insect eggs.He was like a confused lamb, rampaging inside the impenetrable enclosure.

The boy was calling loudly, and the man in the black robe and golden crown was hugging tightly.

He was in the boy's mouth and in the arms of the black robe.

Those voices are so far away that it is strange, but lingering and throbbing.

They were confessing to him earnestly, passionately, and deeply.

or intimately intertwine:

"Brother, I like it when you kiss me."

"Brother, let's fall in love."

"Brother, I want to kiss you forever."

"I have no other advantages, my only advantage is that I like you."

or humbly plead:

"Brother, take me away, take me away, okay?"

"Please, don't ignore me, brother, don't ignore me..."

"Brother, don't leave me, please, don't leave me, please, please..."

Or in the endless years, entangled with death with body and soul:

"Wherever you go, I will kill them all. I want you to watch the people you save die painfully in front of you."

"I want you to love me forever."

"I don't allow you to leave! You can only be mine!"

In the reverberation, engraved in the heart, deep in the memory, in the heart.

Cannot be forgotten, cannot be erased.No matter what method he used, no matter how he was exploited or covered up, he finally recovered his heartbeat in the depths of the quagmire, as if he had found a treasure.

The voice in the ear, the picture in the head kept colliding.

Shen Mengzhuang suddenly opened his eyes.

The red candles in the hall were burnt out, and there was still light rain falling outside the window.

Tick ​​tock, drip to dawn.

Shen Mengzhuang felt that someone was pressing on him, and he knew who it was without even thinking about it.

It was the boy, the figure in the black robe and golden crown, the person he had forgotten and remembered again at this moment, the person he loved deeply.

His little Jiu, his lover, his baby.

He remembered their love, the entanglement between them, and the willingness they swore at the beginning.

I also remembered his cruel rejection of Lu Qingyuan, and remembered that he said that Lu Qingyuan was disgusting, that Lu Qingyuan was unworthy, and that he would never forgive.

My heart aches like I'm dying.

He raised his head as if falling into the sea, his breath was ruthlessly deprived.

Heart hurts.My whole body hurts.

He actually said that his lover was disgusting, that his love was disgusting.

How could he, how could he say that about his lover.

Just thinking back to the phrase "disgusting" and the phrase "you don't deserve it", his whole body hurts.It's hard to imagine how much Lu Qingyuan hurts.

That's the person he loves in his heart, the person he is unwilling to let go no matter what, the person he loves wholeheartedly and willingly, how could he hurt him so much?

He knows that maybe companionship can heal these wounds, and he knows that maybe being sincere to each other can comfort these pains.

But he also knew that he didn't have the time anymore.

Tears gushed out from the corners of his eyes like broken beads, soaking the pillow towel.

Shen Mengzhuang hugged Lu Qingyuan's head tightly, kissing his temples over and over again, trying to use his last strength to engrave his breath and his temperature in his heart.

At least I can have a thought in the underworld. If I remember enough and deep enough, won't I forget it even after drinking Mengpo soup?

Can he enter the path of reincarnation?Where will he be when he dies?hell?Or back to reality?

Will we never see each other again?

Shen Mengzhuang raised his head and wept bitterly. He kept kissing Lu Qingyuan's hair.He sniffed deeply the breath on Lu Qingyuan's body, every trace of it haunted him in dreams.

His vision had long been blurred by tears, and even his voice was trembling. He touched Lu Qingyuan's ear and murmured softly:

"I love you."

"I love you I love you, I love you, I love you..."

Shen Mengzhuang seemed to say that it wasn't enough, and kept repeating in Lu Qingyuan's ears, his most sincere love, the love he almost lost but luckily regained, made Lu Qingyuan's heart flutter with obsessive and persistent love.

He gave it all to Lu Qingyuan.

His heart had also been given to Lu Qingyuan a long time ago.

On Anxu Peak, in the years of walking side by side, in countless lingering days and nights.

He loves Lu Qingyuan.

Willingly.

however,

That's it.

July seven.

Lu Qingyuan woke up first, as usual.

He always sneaked into the palace and fell asleep with someone in his arms after Shen Mengzhuang fell asleep, and left before Shen Mengzhuang woke up.

Today, when Lu Qingyuan woke up, he found Shen Mengzhuang's hands behind him, to be precise, it was a hugging gesture.

He missed his breath for an instant, and he was both anxious and happy, like a boy who fell in love for the first time.He stared blankly at Shen Mengzhuang who was sleeping soundly below him, his eyes were shining with anticipation, and the corner of his mouth couldn't hide his smile.

Reaching out his hand to gently wipe the tears from the corners of Shen Mengzhuang's eyes, he leaned over and kissed his forehead, Lu Qingyuan said softly: "I know you will think of me, and I know you love me. I have some things today, and I will come to you after I finish dealing with them. wait for me."

After speaking, he kissed Shen Mengzhuang's cheek reluctantly, took one last deep look, got up and left.

Outside the temple, there were dark clouds, and the showers had just stopped.

Shen Mengzhuang slowly opened his eyes, as if his whole body was being pressed down by a mountain, he grabbed the edge of the bed and struggled to get up.

Different from the past, Shen Mengzhuang changed into the Taoist robe of the Cangxuan Sect today.

Still clean and tidy, wide sleeves brushing the clouds, and the dark patterns of peach blossoms are shining brightly.

Shen Mengzhuang solemnly tied his hair in a bun, picked up his favorite hairband and tied it up, with two peach petals tattooed on the end.

He is still tall and tall, still as warm and moist as jade, and still has the elegant appearance of the towering jade mountain, solemn as the wind under the pine, bright and clear.

He is the big disciple of Cangxuan Sect, and he will never forget it in this life.

Looking at the person in the mirror, Shen Mengzhuang's eyes were deep, and he slowly got up and walked towards the desk.

Pick up the wine jug on the table and fill a glass.

The aroma of the wine is rich and fragrant, turning into thousands of knots, and the sake does not eliminate the deep sorrow.

Shen Mengzhuang picked up the wine cup and drank it down.

A cup of old mountain spring, lovesickness is broken today.

Putting down the wine cup, Shen Mengzhuang walked behind the desk.

Fingertips slid over An Shijian, caressing the red concentric knot sword tassel.

Many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and dust has fallen on the scabbard.

Standing in front of An Shijian, Shen Mengzhuang recalled the sword bestowed by his master in a daze.

At the beginning, he emerged and became a leading star.Xuanqiu had high hopes for him, and the big disciple he cultivated single-handedly became famous at a young age, surpassing all others.

When he bestowed the sword in the past, Xuanqiu asked him what his ambition was?

The proud words of the spring breeze echoed in my ears, every word and every sentence, every bit of tone, Shen Mengzhuang remembered it very clearly.

That year, the young man was full of vigor, dressed in white clothes and carrying a sword, like a god in the presence of mortals.

The young man's ambition is soaring, and he reprimands Fang Qiu.

"My wish is that the mountains and rivers will be safe and the world will be peaceful. My wish is to shelter the world and die well. To establish a heart for the world and a life for the people. Therefore, the name of this sword——

Anshi. "

"Little flower."

Shen Mengzhuang summoned Xiao Hua with a calm expression.

"Could you please call Xiao Jiu for me? Let him go to the Temple of Heaven."

Little Nine!

Xiaohua was shocked in her heart, Shen Mengzhuang called Lu Qingyuan so much, the two must have reconciled!

"Okay! I'm going to find my lord right now!"

Xiaohua rushed out happily, she must have made no mistakes this time!

From the Sparrow Palace to the Temple of Heaven.

Along the way, the dark clouds never dissipated, and it seemed that there was still a heavy rain coming.

Looking into the distance, there is an endless night, endless killing and blood.

The sky was faintly flickering with an abnormal light, and there were faint traces of rain floating in the air.The cool wind blows the hem of the clothes, the wide sleeves are full of wind, and the hair is wrapped around the headband and flutters behind him.

Shen Mengzhuang was walking alone on the road, the jade paved the ground, and his eyes were full of depression.

It seems that every step I take, I can hear desperate and painful wails and cries in my ears, asking for help, complaining, cursing, and cursing.

Looking up at the darkness everywhere, Shen Mengzhuang's heart was heavy, as heavy as his body.

If you can use this residual body as a dark place to dispel the night, you will be considered a worthy death.

Whether it is Shizun or Qingyang.

It doesn't matter whether it is the Cangxuan sect or the thousands of people who sacrificed their lives for righteousness in the dark realm.

The night never stops, and the killing karma never stops.

Even if the body and mind die, but fortunately, along the way, my way is not alone.

Shen Mengzhuang dragged himself up to the Tianye altar, followed Gu Liang's instructions, condensed his energy with his fingers, and cut his wrists open.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and Shen Mengzhuang used blood to draw a summoning formation along the altar.The ground is scarlet, like a ripped lamb on an altar.

Shen Mengzhuang stared at the blood formation meticulously, and muttered:

"The talisman of the lunar eclipse gives birth to the three qis. Dao fire is infused with spirit, Jiutian listens to this order and opens!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of "open", the sky thunder rumbled, and Zidian drove down.The blood formation burst into flames instantly, and the Jiutian Yanghuo broke the ban.

The blood array exploded, the sky was on fire, Shen Mengzhuang was surrounded by fire, his vision was already blurred, and his face was covered with tears.

He was not afraid of death, and he would not hesitate to be martyred.It's just that when he was dying, he still couldn't bear it.

He lied to Lu Qingyuan again, but he still betrayed him in the end.

Today, he finally understands why people in the world always like to use "harmony and harmony" and "a hundred years of harmony" as their best wishes.Because, the normal state in this world is that it is difficult for two people to be happy even if they are in love.

Since Shen Mengzhuang got acquainted with Lu Qingyuan, he has stumbled for more than ten years.

For more than ten years, they fell in love, they entangled, they left each other covered in wounds, and at the same time they left themselves riddled with holes.

They keep talking about love, as if the only way to prove that I love you, lest this difficult love be replaced by deep-rooted hatred.

However, in the vast world of mortals, whether it is love or hate, it is just a misty and lonely shadow.

"Brother, what are you doing!"

Lu Qingyuan rushed over overjoyed, but saw the scene of the fire engulfing in front of him.

"I rescued you."

The mischievous sword is treacherous and chilling, constantly hitting the sky fire, but the fiercer the attack, the more intense the sky fire burns.

Shen Mengzhuang turned around, Lu Qingyuan's figure in front of him was blurred by flames and tears.

He looked at Lu Qingyuan and laughed, tears kept pouring out of his eyes, and even his voice trembled.

"I think about it, I think about all the things between us, the past and the present. I know you hate me, and I hate myself. Even though so many things have happened, I still can't...I can't help you not to love you. "

His voice choked several times, and sparks flew to his clothes, burning small holes.

Lu Qingyuan hardly dared to breathe, and his whole body was trembling.Misfortune Sword has been desperately trying to extinguish the sky fire, but it has no effect.

He looked at Shen Mengzhuang's figure gradually being engulfed by the fire, his eyes were red, and he coaxed Shen Mengzhuang to say, "Stop talking, I'll rescue you, let's talk when we go back?"

"I know, I know you love me, I love you too, love you very much. Can you come out? Let's go back and I will do whatever you want me to do. I beg you...please, don't, don't... ..."

Shen Mengzhuang was trembling all over, and his body was staggering, as if he couldn't stand still.He lowered his head and shook his head, tears rolled down his cheeks and fell to the ground, he didn't know whether the fire was hotter or the tears were hotter.

He choked up and said: "It's useless, once the skyfire formation is activated, it cannot be broken unless... I die."

It seems like something is broken in my mind

Like the thin strings of a guqin, like the silver threads of a kite, like the last handful of charcoal fire in winter, like the last ray of skylight in the dark.

Lu Qingyuan's mind was blank, and he froze in place, breathing with his mouth open, as if a hand was pinching his neck, and he was about to suffocate to death.

Shen Mengzhuang raised his head, his eyes were as hot as fire, he looked at Lu Qingyuan, weeping, and wanted to take out all his love and sincerity without reservation in the end.

With a hoarse voice, he choked and said, "Listen to me, I'm sorry for you, whether it's because I can't help myself or have other reasons, I lied to you and hurt you, it's my fault."

"It's my honor to be able to share your journey with you. I have never regretted meeting you. I am very happy during the years with you. Thank you, really thank you..."

"I really miss our days in Anxu Peak. You are just Xiao Jiu, and I am just your senior brother. Unfortunately, I will never, ever go back..."

"I owe you, I owe you..."

Throat was blocked by endless bitterness, Shen Mengzhuang felt bitterness in his mouth.Choked up several times, his whole body was enveloped by the heat wave, and he watched Lu Qingyuan's figure becoming more and more blurred and farther away.

They can no longer love each other.

He owned Lu Qingyuan, that's all.

He looked at Lu Qingyuan frowned and smiled wryly, his whole body was aching with soreness in his smile, he said with a smile: "I seem...I can't accompany you anymore."

"say no more……"

Lu Qingyuan could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, and the evil sword was entangled in flames. He wanted to go forward to rescue Shen Mengzhuang himself, but as soon as he got close, he was forced to retreat by the fire.

"Stop talking, I won't let you die. Brother, we will always be together, don't talk anymore..."

"It's useless, stop it."

Shen Mengzhuang shook his head weakly, his whole body was like a deflated ball.He was almost melted by the fire, and the Taoist robe on his body was burned with several holes.

He looked up at Lu Qingyuan with sincere eyes, but with endless reluctance and nostalgia.At this last glance, he loved passionately, with difficulty, and with no regrets.

He only hopes that his lover will stop hating him.

He has been brooding about what he owes him.

So in this final deep dive, he really asked:

"Lu Qingyuan, did I pay you back?"

The fire suddenly became violent, like a red snake crawling up Shen Mengzhuang's clothes and hair, and instantly devoured and burned it with its teeth and claws.

Shen Mengzhuang turned his remaining endless love into a sincere smile on his face.

Just like when he was under the peach blossom tree, looking at the young man with a gentle smile.

He spoke slowly:

"From now on, may you..."

He turned all his sincerity into blessings to Lu Qingyuan, wishing for the rest of his life without him.

"I love my life, and I get what I want."

As soon as the words fell, the fire ate away.

Lu Qingyuan looked at Shen Mengzhuang who was engulfed by the raging fire, all his mental strength, three souls and seven souls would go with Shen Mengzhuang.

He no longer cared about Tianhuo, and strode towards Shen Mengzhuang, trying to hug the disappeared person.

He yelled at the top of his voice, "No!"

"don't want--"

Sparks landed on Lu Qingyuan's black cloak, scalding several holes.

The flames of the sky were extinguished, and the hands were thrown into the air.

The chest was empty, only the scorching air waves.

He knelt on the ground, bowed his head deeply, his shoulders were shaking violently, his figure was as faint as sparks in the air.

"The love of my life..."

He murmured softly, then smiled wryly, and his shoulders trembled.

He laughed softly, the corners of his mouth moved stiffly, and he knelt on the ground like a wild ghost who had lost his soul.

Then he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, the more deafening the laughter, the more tears fell.It slid from the corner of the eyes to the lips, and the indescribable saltiness filled the mouth.

The laughter gradually distorted into a suppressed cry, and he lowered his head deeply again, tightening his arms, trying to hug Shen Mengzhuang's Yu Wen tightly.

Choked up and murmured:

"It is you……"