Castle Peak with rain

When Gu Yueyao returned to his disciple's room from Tai Chi Square, senior sister Jin Yun asked him to bring a letter to Huang Zihe.

It is a rare thing that Huang Zior actually received letters.

So when Gu Yueyao found Huang Zior and said "your letter" to him, Huang Zior replied, "What?"

"Senior brother, your letter—" Gu Yueyao repeated it heavily, took Huang Zior's right hand, and patted the letter in the latter's palm.

Huang Zior picked up the letter and saw that his name was indeed written on the envelope.

He opened the letter in bewilderment and read it.

What was written in the letter was that Changge's disciple "Master Bamboo" was visiting Wanhua Valley, and was bumped into by Huang Zihong, who lost his mind, fell into a frenzy, and then fainted.

The person who wrote the letter asked him to go to Wanhua Valley to visit Huang Zihong when he had time.

The signer is - Gao Yunying.

"That Mingjiao?" Huang Zi said to himself.

Although I have never deliberately remembered the name of the guy who suddenly appeared one day and stuck next to his younger brother Huang Zihong, but that guy has been in Wanhua for so long, and he is there every time Huang Zi or goes to see Huang Zihong. If you don't want to know his name.

"What happened, brother?"

"Zihong met a man from Changgemen, and then passed out." Huang Zi replied in a nonchalant manner.

Gu Yueyao frowned slightly.

Then I heard Huang Zihe say: "I'm going to see him, I'm going to Wanhua."

Gu Yueyao's brows are more obvious.

"Are you going now?"

Huang Zi gave a short and inadvertent "hmm" while tidying up the opened letter.

"I'll go with you, brother."

"What are you going to do?"

Huang Zi may ask casually.

Gu Yueyao looked at Huang Zihe, and asked unhurriedly, "Brother won't let me go?"

"That's not true, I just don't think it's necessary."

"Brother, is it because you are afraid that I will rob you of your beloved Zi Rong?"

Huang Zi smiled casually and said, "How do you want to grab it?"

As soon as the words fell, the smile was suppressed by Gu Yueyao.

Huang Zi's eyes widened, and he felt Gu Yueyao's tongue provocatively licked his lips, and then was sucked gently, before finally regaining his freedom.

Gu Yueyao's face became clear again.

That face smiled and asked, "How do you feel about this, Senior Brother?"

"You... Gu Yueyao, you are getting more and more presumptuous!"

When Huang Zior said this, his breath was unsteady.

"If you dare to touch a single hair on Ziying," Huang Zigu gritted his teeth and said the words as if without thinking, "I...I will kill you."

Gu Yueyao was still smiling, but there was no smile in her eyes.

"Senior brother, you love your son so much."

Huang Zi did not answer.

He just stared sideways at Gu Yueyao.

That look even made Gu Yueyao unconsciously show a hurt expression.

Yes.

Huang Zi may not tolerate it.

He couldn't bear Gu Yueyao treating Huang Zihong like he was treating him.

Huang Zi might not be able to tolerate it, Gu Yueyao treats everyone else like he treats him.

Intolerable.

I can't bear it to the point where I want to kill Gu Yueyao.

If Gu Yueyao really did that.

Whatever Huang Zihong wants, Huang Zior will give him.

Except the same.

That's right.

Except Gu Yueyao.

Huang Zi might be able to bear to give up Huang Zihong to Gao Yun.

But he couldn't bear to give up Gu Yueyao to anyone.

Just now, Huang Zi probably realized this clearly.

At the moment when the hypothetical murderous intent surged up.

Realized this all too clearly.

Gao Yunli originally wanted to sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit.

But it soon became apparent that this was not the way to go.

What if the rabbit doesn't come for a long time?

There should be no delay in Zihong's affairs.

So there was the letter that Huang Zior received.

It was Gao Yunli who wrote the letter and entrusted Feige, a disciple of Wanhua named "Fangfeng", to pass the letter on.

Then the rabbit sure enough came.

Although the letter was written by Gao Yunli, when Huang Zi or Wanhua saw Gao Yunli, he still felt that he had nothing to talk about with this person in the past, present, or future.

But Gao Yunxuan said: "Brother Huang, we are all for the good of Zihong."

"So what do you want?"

"Zihong is fine now, but you must want to know what happened the day Mr. Zhu came here. I think if you ask him, he may not be willing to tell you."

Gao Yunli observed the expression on Huang Zior's face, and the latter had an expression of "Although I don't want to admit it, but you're right."

So Gao Yunlian continued: "I can tell you what happened that day, and I also want you to tell me what happened to you that year."

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because the situation that day was obviously caused by the events of that year. I want to protect Zihong, so I want to know what is the reason why he became like this. I think, after listening to the situation of that day, you will understand .”

Gao Yunlian told Huang Zihong what happened that day and Huang Zihong's situation in detail.

Huang Zi thought about it.

He thought, what should I say?

Where should he start?

Zihong and I are not biological brothers.

We are neither father nor mother.

After my mother died, my father met Zihong's father.

I also met Zihong's mother.

Both of them are disciples of Wanhua, and my father is a disciple of Changge.

At the same time, I also got to know Zihong.

That year, Zihong's father was captured by the Tianyi Sect when he went out.

Tianyi taught Zirong's father to be a corpse by using forbidden techniques.

My father and Zirong's mother led the two of us to find Zirong's father amid many dangers.

That unrecognizable corpse.

There is no way to save it.

My father killed him on the spot.

Then Zihong's mother followed my father to Changge Gate.

That woman became my stepmother just like that.

Zihong and I have also become brothers in name.

That's the way it is.

Zihong witnessed everything with his own eyes.

Witnessing his father who turned into a corpse, was killed by a Changge man, and then his mother followed that man without looking back.

And I am that man's son.

At that time, we were both very young.

Can't do anything.

You can only watch and let everything happen.

"You already know what you want to know, I'm going to see Zihong." After Huang Zior said this sentence coldly, he left Gao Yunyi.

Huang Zihong was sitting in front of the porch with a jug in hand.

Huang Zi might come, but he didn't turn his head away.

Huang Zi looked at him for a while, and then said, "Gao Yunli told me that you saw disciple Changge that day."

Huang Zihong ignored it.

Huang Zior looked at him for a while, and said loudly, "Can you take a good look at me?"

Huang Zihong then glanced at Huang Zigui lightly.

With a half-smile, he said indifferently: "What are you doing here? What does it have to do with you?"

His pleasant voice floated in the air, drifted over, and floated in front of Huang Zior.

It seemed to be very weak, talking to people seemed to be something that was consuming what little energy he had left for Huang Zihong in front of him.

But maybe because it sounds good, even if it is so weak, the voice floating in the air still has a texture.

Soft, satin-like texture.

Like a piece of fine silk, when you shake it in the air, there will be a kind of delicate wind blowing towards your face.

"Because I am Huang Zihe, and you are Huang Zihong."

"Huang Zi or. Huang Zi or? Don't you think it's funny?"

"Funny why do you still call me that?"

"Because I have forgotten your original name."

Huang Zihong continued: "So it's not you who are funny, but me."

Huang Zihong really laughed as he said that.

This is the second jug of wine.

Huang Zihong even laughed out loud.

He was weak when talking with Huang Zior, but he smiled very neatly.

That smile burns the hearts of those who see it.

Such as Huang Zi or .

Especially Huang Zior.

Huang Zi may not know what it feels like to be brothers with a son who killed his father and enemy.

He only knew that he was far from qualified to talk about pain.

The burning sensation is sometimes enjoyable.

Just like Huang Zi or maybe he has always enjoyed Huang Zihong's attitude towards him.

Because that makes Huang Zi or feel that he is still alive, alive.

If someone had to die on that day of that year, Huang Zi probably hoped that only Huang Zihong's father would become a corpse.

He didn't want Huang Zihong, and himself, to die together with the father who turned into a corpse.

Either way.

The deceased is gone.

The living, the left, and even the left will one day be the dead.

And before that.

Before that it was a vast expanse of gray, hopelessly gray.

sick.

Everyone.

All people are sick.

Everyone in the world is sick.

Such an opinionated thought.

Yao Haixu received the gift.

A sachet.

A sachet made by someone he likes.

From Shan Xuexue.

"Master Haixu."

"I told you before, call me Haixu."

"Okay...Hai...Hai Xu."

"Ok?"

"Xuexue's status is low, and she has no valuables to use...to give to others. This is a sachet made by Xuexue herself. If you don't mind my son, please condescend to accept it."

Yao Haixu was very happy.

Very happy.

"Shan girl——, Xuexue."

"Ah."

"I like you." Yao Haixu said.

"Me too."

Yao Haixu saw Shan Xuexue smiling sweetly.

He felt he could die for her.

Shan Xuexue lowered her head slightly, and used her right hand to pin the hair next to her right ear behind her ear.

Yao Haixu couldn't help but press a kiss on her exposed forehead.

Then Shan Xuexue raised her head with a bewitching smile.

Yao Haixu looked at the cherry lips in his eyes, they were brightly colored, as sweet as they were waiting to be picked.

When he kissed her, Shan Xuexue took the initiative to greet her.

so fit.

So beautiful.

In the corner where no one knows, there is no need to declare to the world, as long as the Iraqi is in his arms, what else can the husband ask for.

"Come with me, Hai Xu."

A spell spit out from the bright red lips.

"it is good."

Intoxicated, Yao Haixu gave up thinking because he felt that there was no need to think.

If the two feelings are happy, why both of them will be wiped out.