Brother, your character is broken

At the beginning, Yanhe Mountain had only one path leading to the mountain gate.

When Chu Yifei was still young, He Qiu often carried him up the mountain along the path.

He Qiu is notorious outside, everyone says he is a shameless rascal, not only the fairy sect doesn't take care of him, even the demons look down on him.

There is even only one cenotaph after death.

Chu Yifei looked at the staircase in front of him, it was well repaired, leading directly to the mist, and it had the air of a fairy gate.

"I'm still not used to it." Chu Yifei stepped up the stairs, turned to Gu Beitang and smiled.

His brows and eyes are romantic and affectionate, and when he bows his head and smiles, he is even more charming.

Gu Beitang followed him, and said, "The Huaixi Pavilion has been repaired in the past few years, you may not recognize it."

Chu Yifei stepped on the bluestone steps, and suddenly thought of the way He Qiu lay in the arms of He Qiu when he was a child, and He Qiu's feet were covered with wet new mud in his cloth shoes.

He Qiu loves his apprentice, and he is reluctant to dirty Chu Yifei's shoes.

It would be great if Master could also come and walk this ladder.

He must be the happiest.

As Chu Yifei thought in his heart, the past years slowly unfolded before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

500 years ago.

Yanhe Mountain.

The summer afternoon is hot and stuffy, making people sleepy.

In the evening, just after the purple clouds covered the sky, thunderstorms rolled among the clouds.

A barefoot man in a thin shirt looked at the sky sadly under the courtyard.

It looks like there is going to be a heavy rain.

It happened when my own roof hadn't been repaired yet.

The man's hair was casually loose, his body was thin, his beautiful Ruifeng eyes were raised, and his porcelain-white skin gave off a bit of down-and-out coquettish vigor.

"Beitang! Come here and fix the roof!" He Qiukong, who was full of food all day long, had a good skin, knew nothing, and relied on the cheap apprentice he picked up.

Gu Beitang was just passing by the corridor, not wanting to be caught by his master just like that.

He Qiu looked at this young boy with a stinky face, which should have been a very cute face was ruined, and he looked like a young and mature.

He Qiu sighed, and grabbed his apprentice's soft cheek, trying to make him smile: "Your ugly face, why do you look so much like my lover?"

Gu Beitang slapped He Qiu's hand off expressionlessly, and He Qiu continued, not discouraged, "Do you know how my lover and I were separated? Just because of that stinky face, wow, I really can't live on, and you too Do you know if you don’t have a wife?”

Gu Beitang brought a ladder and prepared to climb up to repair the roof. He Qiu said this, and said coolly: "I don't want a wife."

He Qiu snorted disdainfully, the child just said that he didn't want a wife because he hadn't experienced the cruelty of the world.

He will cry when he grows up.

The thunder in the sky has rumbling momentum, but it has been refusing to rain.

Gu Beitang came down from the wooden ladder after repairing the roof, and cast a displeased look at He Qiu.

Now that the evening wind is starting to cool down, He Qiu is still barefoot, not afraid of the cold air entering his body.

"Shoes." Gu Beitang spoke concisely, and He Qiu couldn't bear to see him like this, sitting on the railing and dangling his porcelain white feet: "Why, you still have to worry about your master, you little brat."

15-year-old Gu Beitang is determined not to care about his master anymore.

He made himself like He Qiu's cheap son all day long, worrying about that and this.

People still don't know how to call you father, it's really disgusting.

The rain that had been lingering for a long time finally fell heartily at night, and it was fast and fierce, and the wind blew the trees and changed their shapes.

He Qiu was afraid that the dilapidated house in Huaixi Pavilion would not be able to withstand the blow of the heavy rain, so he wandered around the corridor and looked up at the roof worriedly from time to time.

I have to find a way to get some money, otherwise this dilapidated house will really not be able to withstand the summer rainstorm.

Ge Lao stayed in the room and was about to vomit when he was shaken by the figure dangling outside the window.

Ge Laoben is a half-demon who has been wandering all the time. He neither knows who his parents are, nor has anyone close to him.

Everyone abandoned him like a cheap weed, a big pile of ashes lying on the side of the road would be disgusting to a dog.

He thought that he might be so lonely and helpless until his death.

That day he begged for a steamed bun, but seeing that He Qiu, who was holding a child in his arms, looked more pitiful than him, he felt pity.

He Qiu at that time was truly unbearably miserable.

Maybe he offended someone and made enemies, his body was covered in blood and mud, and his eye circles were always red, as if he had just cried.

Ge Lao shared half of his steamed bun, and He Qiu took him to the West Mansion to build the Huaixi Pavilion.

"What are you wandering around?" Elder Ge walked out with his back hunched, coughing unceasingly.

Only then did He Qiu stop: "Let me see if the roof is solid."

Ge Lao smiled: "What if it's not reliable, didn't you fall asleep in the open air? Stop busying yourself, go back to sleep."

He Qiu also felt that nothing would happen, and was going to go back to sleep.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of "dong dong dong".

The person who knocked on the door was very eager, and the sound of such a heavy rain did not drown out the knocking sound.

"Hey, why are there people coming so late?" He Qiu was afraid that the knocker would be ruined by the rain outside, so he rushed into the rain curtain.

The rain was so heavy that as soon as He Qiu ran into the rain curtain, his face was mercilessly covered by the rain, and his eyes could not be opened in a daze. Old Ge's voice could only be heard in a few vague syllables mixed in the rain curtain.

He Qiu responded indiscriminately, and was ruthlessly poured a large bowl of rainwater by God.

Under the torrential rain, He Qiu almost couldn't open the door bolt.

When he opened the door, he saw a woman standing outside.

The woman's bun was all messed up, wet and askew, looking very embarrassed.

There was also a pitiful leg pendant hanging beside her leg, He Qiu saw the child's timid eyes raised in the rain curtain with just one glance.

He Qiu was taken aback: "Miss Wen?"

Wen Rushuang showed him a helpless smile: "He Qiu."

The voice was gentle, mixed with the noisy rain, He Qiu almost couldn't hear this soft call.

Talking about love in the rain is not a good idea, He Qiu hurriedly let them in, and looked around to make sure no one was hiding in the dark before locking the door.

Although summer is hot, being drenched by the rain this time is also uncomfortable, and He Qiu couldn't help but sneezed.

Wen Rushuang was standing inside the room, the warm light from the candles couldn't make the woman's face look any better.

The already pale face looked even more bloodless now, and the rain trickled down her clothes all over the ground.

The first time He Qiu saw Wen Rushuang was in Mozun Hall.

At that time, he was still the powerful general beside Chu Xiao, and he was also a mad dog raised by the well-known Chu Xiao.

Because his appearance is too feminine, He Qiu uses a ghost mask to cover his appearance outside.Unexpectedly, this move would facilitate He Qiu's free activities now.

The Mozun Palace is oppressive and dull, and Chu Xiao himself is also uncertain, which makes the Mozun Palace even more gloomy and terrifying.

He Qiu felt that Wen Rushuang was like a ray of spring breeze in the Mozun Hall.

He Qiu was too paranoid at that time, without the concept of good and evil, he often walked into the situation of being a prison.

But he has a vague longing for beautiful things.

He felt that Wen Rushuang was wasting his time little by little by Chu Xiao's side, hope, beauty, and other beautiful words.

Every time he thought that Wen Rushuang would become empty and exhausted by Chu Xiao, Wen Rushuang always made him persist in surprise.

So he has always respected Wen Rushuang.

Seeing Wen Rushuang's embarrassment now, he felt a moment of emotion in his heart.

"Miss Wen, did you escape?" He Qiu used his strength to evaporate the moisture from his body, which made him feel better.

Wen Rushuang shook her head with a look of embarrassment on her face.

The child was drenched in the rain, and on the white dough-like cheeks, the watery eyes looked even more watery, indescribably cute.

Wen Rushuang steamed the child's clothes dry with spells, and smiled apologetically at He Qiu: "He Qiu, can you find someone to take my child to bed first? He is too tired."

Seeing the child's blinking eyes and the frightened look with its little head buried in the mother's arms, He Qiu also felt that the child was too pitiful.

It was at this moment that Gu Beitang was called out abruptly.

Chu Yifei held his mother's hand, looked at his brother who was looking worried, and almost cried with his lips curled up.

This elder brother's eyebrows are sculpted, and he looks good everywhere, but the alienation between his eyebrows and eyes makes Chu Yifei hold Wen Rushuang's hand tightly.

"Oh, mother." Chu Yifei looked up at Wen Rushuang anxiously.

"Good boy, you go with brother first." Wen Rushuang patted his hand lightly, and led him to Gu Beitang's side.

Chu Yifei has always been well-behaved, she stretched out her hand timidly and grabbed Gu Beitang's sleeve.

Gu Beitang looked at the child who looked like a little bean, but his appearance was actually pretty, as if carved from powder.

It's a pity that Gu Beitang has no experience in raising children at all, so he strode towards his room on his own.

Chu Yifei had short legs, and he hurriedly walked behind the other's buttocks, and suddenly walked too quickly and bumped into Gu Beitang's waist.

The knock made his nose hurt, but Chu Yifei didn't dare to shed tears, and looked up at Gu Beitang's face with a red nose.

He was afraid that Gu Beitang would be angry.

Nai Tuanzi's eyes were sticky, like a wet summer night, which made people feel soft.

Gu Beitang sighed inwardly.

He seems to understand why He Qiu loves to go to Huaixi Pavilion to pick up cubs so much.

He hugged Chu Yifei, the young man's bones hadn't fully grown, he looked a bit thin, but it was more than enough to hold a child.

Chu Yifei scratched his neck, as if gaining some courage, said softly, "The nose hurts."

I feel a little wronged.

Gu Beitang held him in front of him and looked at him again and again.

She's really delicate, with such a bump, the tip of her nose is like rouge.

The hard-hearted Gu Beitang seldom touched the child's nose, and then said domineeringly: "Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Chu Yifei had never seen such a domineering person, and he opened his mouth in aggrieved manner.

The children on this side were taken away, but the atmosphere on He Qiu's side was still solemn.

He Qiu couldn't help sighing: "I can raise this child, but did you really decide like that?"

Wen Rushuang's lips were pursed into a line, but her eyes were extremely determined.

"Only I can kill him." Wen Rushuang clenched her fists so hard that her fingernails dug into the flesh: "My life can be exchanged for the stability of the world, it's worth it."

"Yifei is still so young." When Wen Rushuang talked about her son, the hatred in her eyes faded, revealing the fragility of a mother.

He Qiu said a little desolately: "So you also... have to leave?"

He Qiu originally had few old friends, but if Wen Rushuang had made up his mind to kill with his life, He Qiu would feel lonely.

He looked at the woman in front of him, her face was like a full moon, her gentle eyebrows and eyes were like distant mountains.

He wondered what Wen Rushuang was like in Wuchenmen before?

Xu is March in Yangchun, catkins are flying every now and then, and the spring breeze is gentle and magnificent.

"Forget it, I will protect Yifei." He Qiu cupped his fists at Wen Rushuang: "The mountains are high and the road is far away."

Wen Rushuang smiled slightly: "See you by fate."

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