Fire and theft prevention

The Butterfly Sword slowed down, and finally stopped firmly in the air.Mu Qingjia only felt that he and his junior brother were sailing in a flat boat, swimming in the sea of ​​clouds, with no wind and no birds or beasts disturbing each other, only the heaven and earth and his junior brother were with him.

Under the quiet moonlight, Huo Wei sat leaning on the Underworld Butterfly Sword, with a round and a half moon reflected in his eyes, showing a rare sense of leisure.

"Since I was three years old, as the second son of the head of the Huo family, I have known that I have only two paths to follow: to live as a mortal, or to cultivate, and wait for one day to go mad and die from backlash."

"Father and mother have not allowed me to practice until the appearance of the master, the sword venerable." Huo Wei's voice was hoarse, "He brought an unproven possibility: the so-called invalid spirit root is not unsolvable, but requires a great deal of effort. the price."

He rarely talked so much, Mu Qingjia knew that he wanted to talk, so he listened quietly.

"I have to forge two natal spirit swords, one is refined with pure fire aura for 49 days, and the other is refined with pure water aura for the same 49 days. There can be no mistakes, and all of them are done by myself. I could lose control and explode to death at any moment."

"Ten deaths but no life, that was the first time I walked through the gate of hell." Huo Wei lowered his eyes and showed a faint smile: "Master lied to you, but mother's tears can't hide it from you. After I left the customs, my brother's eyes circled." Hong Hongdi insisted on giving me the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes she made herself, and I knew you understood."

As he said this, the scene at that time gradually emerged in Mu Qingjia's mind. While feeling sad in his heart, he smiled and said: "Nonsense, it's not like I don't give you sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, how come you understand again."

"The usual ones aren't sweet enough, but the ones on that day are the sweetest." Huo Wei quibbled, "So that day, brother must love me the most."

Little Huo Wei, who escaped from death at that time, yelled "senior brother" and "senior brother" just like now, which made his heart soften into sugar juice.And because the child suffered a lot, he drank bitter gall and mature vinegar in the sugar juice, which was very sour.

"You haven't eaten for nearly four months, so you naturally find it sweet." Mu Qingjia whispered.

Huo Wei nodded without hesitation, then looked at him and said, "Aren't you tired of standing and listening?"

Mu Qingjia paused, looked at his junior brother's empty legs hanging in the air, and the boundless sky below them, and said: "...not tired."

"It's impolite to look down on people." Huo Wei made an excuse casually, beckoned and said, "Sit down. Otherwise, I'll shake you down."

Mu Qingjia couldn't get angry with him, so she had to carefully squat down and sit on the tip of the sword.Simply, the Butterfly Sword was very stable, and Huo Wei didn't do anything wrong, he sat still.

"What about after the sword is forged?" he asked.

"The way of the sword is the most domineering way of all laws of heaven." Huo Weidao, "The natal spirit sword forged from a single water aura only recognizes water aura, and fire aura is the same. When I practice with the spirit sword, I can only absorb one Spiritual energy; when using a sword, only one type of spiritual energy can be released. From this, water and fire can be separated, and the master's theory is correct."

But Mu Qingjia knew that this was not the end.

"As a price, my time will be divided into two halves, one half will be given to the water spirit root, and the other half will be given to the fire spirit root, so that I can improve my cultivation base." Huo Wei said indifferently, "It's the so-called half the effort, I've worked hard, Twice as slow as others."

"At that time, I thought it was nothing. It doesn't matter if I was ridiculed by others, or I was miserable in the clan." Huo Weidao, "Anyway, I have parents, master, brother, sister and teacher... I have tried my best. There is nothing to complain about. of."

Presumably that was the happiest and carefree period of time for them.Practicing swords in the wind and sun every day until the wrists and calves were congested and swollen; practicing Qi at night was boring.If there is something wrong, I will be punished to face the wall and think about my mistakes, and I will be punished to copy the scriptures-but what are those hardships?

The time with family members is quiet and beautiful, and some are just sweet and bitter.

Huo Wei's expression sank.

"Until I discovered that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't protect my relatives. Blood, all blood. 230 five people, my parents, elder brother, younger sister..."

The corners of his eyes were red, and he grabbed the blade fiercely. The palm of his hand was cut by the Underworld Butterfly Sword, and blood gushed out.Mu Qingjia gently stroked his hand until the raised veins on the back of the opponent's hand calmed down, then pulled his hand away from the blade.

The wood aura soaked into Huo Wei's blood, repairing his wounds and giving birth to new vitality.

Huo Wei also realized that his emotions were out of control, so he held Mu Qingjia quietly for a while, and then said lightly: "That mediocre swordsman often thinks, why is it him?"

"Why did everyone die and he was the only one left?"

Huo Wei stared directly at the endless horizon, and narrated his experience in a straightforward manner, as if he was out of it.

"He doesn't deserve such pity from Heaven."

The floating clouds covered the moonlight, and the sky and the earth were darkened. The moonlight shining on the bridge of his nose disappeared completely, and all expressions were hidden.

In the darkness, a very soft voice came out.

"He deserves it."

Mu Qingjia embraced the tall junior in his arms, stroking his back and long hair.

"Huo Wei deserves it." He emphasized and reiterated.

Huo Wei remained silent.

"The way of heaven is impermanent. That's not your fault." Mu Qingjia said gently, "Don't use other people's atrocities to punish yourself. Promise to senior brother, huh?"

Huo Wei slowly embraced him.

Feeling this fiery embrace, Mu Qingjia felt complicated.Just like a long time ago, he also used this posture to hold his junior brother tightly, with pain, pity, helplessness, and a gradual understanding of his mind.

At that time, the master ascended to the top, the younger brother suffered misfortune, and the Kyushu was in turmoil.That's right, he was still hesitating, trying to raise his face to face the bloody future, and only hoped that he would be stronger to support this little Lingao faction that lost the protection of his master.

They are like two fledgling young birds in a storm, snuggling under a broken leaf. All they can absorb is each other's warmth, and all they can rely on is each other's wings.

Mu Qingjia thought, this is good.

Be it relatives, friends, or brothers or Taoist companions, all the words are just another layer of falsehood above the floating life, which is like a noose to imprison the true heart.

The relationship between them does not need a clear definition, it is as simple as two little birds cuddling each other in the wind and rain.

It is enough to have this feeling of wanting to accompany each other all the time.

Past, present, Future.

"Everything is up to me." Mu Qingjia promised.

After a long time, Huo Wei responded, "Yes."

The evening wind blows the clouds and sees the moon, and when the moonlight returns, the two have resumed their sitting postures, but there is no difference between the touching arms and the intertwined hands.

Huo Wei continued talking.

"So I used the 'washing spirit grass' left by my master. Then I refined the sword left by my brother, cast the butterfly, and reborn from the ashes."

The spirit washing grass is also a fairy grass that only exists in legends.Mu Qingjia knew that the spirit-washing herb was called "washing", but in fact it was to pull out the root of the spirit that had been watered by his master and brother for 20 years.

In order to gain power, he uprooted the other half of himself.

"That's why you said 'I'm abnormal' when you first saw me after rebirth." Mu Qingjia felt a pain in her heart, and forced a smile, "I also said that this person is making excuses for his bad temper."

Huo Wei didn't like to hear Mu Qingjia say that he had a bad temper, so he just let out a "huh".

The two were silent for a while, and Mu Qingjia asked in silence: "...Why did you tell me this all of a sudden?"

Huo Wei sounded in a better mood: "Because you are very honest today."

"I?"

"It's you." Huo Wei turned to melodiously and learned: "'Whether it's stalking or robbing the house, count me in as more. From now on, brother will follow you'. Tell me, how long have you held this wish in your heart?"

Earlier in the night, Mu Qingjia didn't feel it, but now that he imitated her, she immediately felt her face burn.Coupled with his secretive little thoughts, he immediately felt a little restless, and felt that the hand he held with his junior was almost scalding.

However, as soon as his hand struggled, the opponent's grip tightened.

He unconsciously remembered what he heard from Guan Guan, such as "living in seclusion together for the rest of his life" or "butterfly on the grave", etc. He knew that as long as he said these words, he would be able to make his junior blush with embarrassment and successfully fight back.

When it came to his mouth, Mu Qingjia's heart trembled, and he couldn't speak out by accident.

"I haven't seen you for 50 years, but the younger brother has improved." He said after a while.

"Ok?"

Mu Qingjia pressed her hands hard: "It used to be very thin-skinned, but now it has progressed and become thicker-skinned."

However, Huo Wei was even stronger, and refused to let him go.The two gradually shifted from the roles of chasing and catching to wrestling with each other's wrists. The bones cracked like bones, and neither of them wanted to let go first.

Huo Wei sneered, and sarcastically said: "Looking at senior brother's face day and night, those who are close to the ink are black, there is nothing we can do."

"Forget it." Mu Qingjia smiled on the top, and used his wrists hard on the bottom, "People of a kind flock together, and things are divided into groups. Don't dislike anyone."

The two of them gritted their teeth tensely on one face, and gritted their teeth on the other with a smile on their face. Suddenly, they heard a crisp "click", Mu Qingjia lost his strength and suddenly fell back. Before he could react, Huo Weiyi took it back .

He stared blankly at his broken right hand, which was only left in a cross-section, and at the half wooden hand held by his junior brother, which was still in the wrist-wrestling motion, and finally couldn't help laughing.

Hearty laughter scattered among the sea of ​​clouds, Huo Wei looked at his smiling face, and couldn't help but evoked a smile.

However, when Mu Qingjia looked at him, he lowered the corners of his lips and made an unhappy expression.

"Have you laughed enough?" he said darkly.

"Not enough." Mu Qingjia tilted his head and laughed, "Do you have to change your hand if it's broken? The younger brother is asking for trouble, hahaha."

Huo Weiyi listened, and snorted, "Okay. I don't care about this matter, just cut off half of your hand to bluff people."

It's not that Mu Qingjia doesn't know how to do it himself, carving a hand for himself couldn't be easier, and logically speaking, this is his old profession.But he is happy to pester his junior, bicker with him, and tease him.

"That can't be done." Mu Qingjia threatened with a smile, "If Junior Brother doesn't change it for me, I'll follow you and pretend to be a ghost, and scare away all the female cultivators who wink at you."

"Alright." Huo Wei readily agreed, "But you have to tell me one thing."

"What?" Mu Qingjia was puzzled.

Huo Wei looked at him and said, "Tonight, why do you gamble on the oath of heaven and believe that I did not steal Xuanzong's township treasure?"

Mu Qingjia was surprised, and said without thinking: "What's the matter. Naturally, it's because you said so."

"You will believe me when I say it?" Huo Wei said indifferently, "If it really counts, we are just strangers who have only known each other for half a month. Maybe I... am not what you imagined."

Mu Qingjia was startled, and understood: "Did you hear the conversation between Gu Xiao and me that day at the Fox Immortal Temple?"

Huo Wei looked at the sea of ​​clouds and the moonlight, and said without emotion: "He's right. At least part of it is true."

"Are you afraid that I will regard you as a good person?" Mu Qingjia asked.

Huo Wei agreed.

He thought that his senior brother would interrogate him about his past, but Mu Qingjia laughed so hard that he couldn't help but laugh.

"Junior brother, in terms of skin, you are really better than blue." He covered his stomach and said, "What do you think I will think of you? I don't know who you are? You have a vicious mouth and a hard temper, and a hot temper. The 78-year-old Jianxiu is an old man."

Huo Wei's face was shattered, his face became darker and darker, but Mu Qingjia continued: "It's okay. Your image in senior brother's heart has never been a kind person, so there is no need to worry about the image being broken. ,Ha ha."

What he said was really tangled. On the one hand, Huo Weiwei just wanted to kick him down with his mouth full of fragrance, but on the other hand, soft waves surged inexplicably.The soft waves mixed with the magma, producing a soft warm current, which smoked his seven orifices.

This is the most contradictory mood in the world.

The mortal who sells sugar is right. To him, this person is no different from a vixen.

It's both annoying and charming.

Mu Qingjia was probably also afraid that his junior brother would kick him off the sword on impulse, so he suppressed his smile, coughed a few times, and said solemnly: "It's getting late, we should get down to business. What does junior brother think?" ?”

"Yes." Huo Wei gritted his teeth, "What brother said is absolutely true."

Then he snapped his fingers, and the Butterfly Sword fell headlong.An exclamation sounded in the lonely night sky, drifting farther and farther away.

The author has something to say:

Sweet talk for a while, tenderness for a while, and in the end, he broke his hand because of the struggle. At first glance, it sounds really sandy and weird hahaha.What kind of poisonous CP am I writing about!

As expected of you, senior brother!

OOC Small Theater:

Qing Jia: Lick the dog until the end.

Huo Wei: +1?

It's obviously a two-way secret love, but one is arrogant and the other is big-hearted. If the two of them really live peacefully, they probably won't break it in their lifetime.