Tell you not to touch my sword [Cultivation]

Lin Zipei was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, how could he ever get rid of such a black face, stretched his neck and stared, proudly said: "You are not him? What is that? Get out of here."

The three fathers and sons in this family have different personalities and temperaments, except for a pair of peach blossom eyes that look alike.But Lin Ziyou's eyes were much deeper than that of the young man, without the passion that would stir up from time to time, it was more like a few dead leaves floating, and besides, there was a silent pool of water.Maybe he also has the opportunity to become an arrogant and domineering young man, just like the young man with the same surname Lin in front of him.

Shen Ke said: "You don't have to know who I am—"

He pulled the boy to his side, leaned over and said, "I'll say hello to you on behalf of Lin Ziyou."

Lin Zipei's eyes looked lifeless and dazed for a moment, apparently he didn't remember who Lin Ziyou was.The next moment, the wrist that was grabbed by someone felt a burning pain, which was much stronger than the soreness from sword practice for a long time.When he was tired of practicing the sword, he could leave it alone and let the maid massage him on her knees, and the soreness would soon disappear, but this tingling feeling that seemed to penetrate into his flesh and blood couldn't be stopped immediately. ease.He wanted to break free, but the man's two fingers seemed to be made of steel, tightly clasping his wrist.

Lin Zipei was detained by Shen Ke, but none of the elders of the Lin family said anything.The people in the first room and the second room naturally had nothing to do with themselves, and Lin Yu in the third room knew that if he opened his mouth, he would only add to the flames.But after all, that was his only son whose genealogy was written, and he would have a share in the division of the family in the future...

Lin Zipei was so painful that tears welled up in his eyes, and he was cursing, all of which were vulgar and harsh words, which were unbearable.

When Shen Ke heard Lin Ziyou say the same harsh words, he never got bored.Because even if the other party always laughed at him, he was looking forward to him from the beginning to the end.Unlike this child, when he said the word "death", he really wished for him to die suddenly on the spot.

Shen Ke let out a low laugh and increased the strength in his hand.

Lin Zipei cried out in pain, and Lin Yu finally couldn't help it and said: "Zipei is a child after all, if you offend your Excellency, please forgive me, and I will discipline myself strictly later."

"A child?" Shen Ke looked down at the immature face full of hatred, and asked, "He is a child, so can he be forgiven if he does something wrong?"

"Why?"

It has nothing to do with right and wrong at all, just the difference between closeness and distance.

That's good too... at least he doesn't have to hesitate anymore.

Among the people present, no one was closer to him than Lin Ziyou, so naturally he could do some bad things to these people for Lin Ziyou.

Shen Ke stared into Lin Zipei's eyes, and said coldly, "Why?"

Lin Zipei was frightened into silence, and shook his head after a long pause.Although he was spoiled and spoiled, he also inherited the Lin family's intuition of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.If he said something wrong again, maybe this person would really kill him!

Shen Ke's two "why" were complaining about Lin Ziyou's injustice. The Lin family present may not have understood it, or they may have understood it, and they would pretend not to understand it.Now that the head of the Lin family has made the decision to make concessions to Jianchi, all they need is obedience before the situation deteriorates sharply.One side's bargaining chip is the endless pursuit of the world-renowned Sword Cultivation Sect, while the other's bargaining chip... is currently the humiliation of being demolished, and the life of a junior from Sanfang, they can still afford it.

From a certain point of view, Shen Ke still overestimated the Lin family.Even Lin Zipei's biological father, Lin Yu, spoke out to defend him, thinking more about the benefits that the children could bring to him when the family was separated.After being swept by Shen Ke's sharp sword-like eyes, he stopped making a sound.Compared with the family property, which is by no means small, it is more important to save one's own life.

Lin Zipei is just a child after all, no matter how arrogant and domineering he is on the surface, when he is bullied by others and finds himself powerless to resist, he is still used to asking his elders for help.His eyes were red, his lips moved, and he whispered to his relatives in the side hall for help.The one wearing the sable fur hat was his father. Although he didn't stay with his mother often, he would come back with concern when he was seriously ill, and would stay by his bedside overnight.The one in the moon-blue robe was his second uncle, and the gadgets brought to him during the Chinese New Year were all light and pleasing, which suited his taste very well.Sitting in the middle was his uncle. His mother found out that he was secretly practicing swords and locked him in the quiet room. It was the uncle who let him out, saying that the children of the Lin family can do whatever they like, and it's not that they can't afford to support an idler... ...It's not that he doesn't know that their concern and care are not out of family affection, but at this time, he can only hope that their kind faces are not completely fake.

He was afraid of offending the cold-faced young man, so he lowered his voice very softly, but he was sure that the elders sitting not far away must have heard it.

Yet no one interceded for him.

Lin Yu put down the teacup, Lin Zipei looked at his father gratefully, only to find that he just reached out to support the mink cap that was not crooked, and quickly withdrew his hand to hold the cup as if he would never be able to drink it. finished tea.

In despair, Lin Zipei remembered who Lin Ziyou was.

Because it's pretty much the same scene.

But last time he was just standing in the distance and spying, but now he has become the most helpless person among them.

He was sitting in a high chair in a daze when he heard the news of the washerwoman's death.One of the mother's maids hurried in, probably seeing that he was young and didn't have any scruples, and told the news loudly.Mother didn't say anything, just nodded, but in Lin Zipei's eyes, it seemed that the red mole at the corner of her eye was more colorful, as if it was about to bleed.

He suddenly remembered that the washerwoman seemed to be someone's mother.He didn't like the young man who was always watching him with gloomy eyes, but he felt that the house would be even more lifeless without him.The strange things sent by uncles and aunts piled up a dark warehouse, and they were far less interesting than the other party.

He likes to toss each other in different ways, knowing that the other party likes to practice swords, he just doesn't allow it.Holding a sword taller than himself, he said that he wanted the other party to accompany him, but in fact he wanted to see the expression on the other party's expression of wanting but not being able to, wanting to be angry but not daring.

At an age when he didn't know anything, it seemed that he knew the Lin family's insidious methods without a teacher.

When a woman died, it would be fun to think of someone's expression, maybe even more fun than when I ordered my servants to break the sword that the other party had been honing for months.Lin Zipei thought cruelly, then asked the maid to fetch his little blouse, put it on, and rushed out through the snow.

He stepped on the snow happily, walked through the courtyard, and saw the figure he was looking for outside the ancestral hall.

The young man's body was already thin, not to mention that in such a weather where everyone wrapped himself up tightly, he was only wearing a thin shirt in early autumn.

The boy knelt outside the ancestral hall, his knees sunk deeply in the snow, and he didn't know how long he had been kneeling.

Sitting in the ancestral hall was his father, uncle and uncle, and some blood relatives who looked familiar but couldn't name their seniority.Those people talked and drank tea on their own in the ancestral hall, as if they couldn't see the boy kneeling outside the door at all.

The boy lowered his head, motionless, like a piled snowman.

Lin Zipei approached on tiptoe, careful not to let the elders find out, but he was overthinking, because no one would look out.

With a soft cry, he pushed the boy.

The boy threw his upper body and fell into the snow.His knees were still firmly in place, perhaps frozen, unable to move.

Seeing his funny appearance, Lin Zipei clapped his hands and laughed, "Big Snowman."

The boy struggled to kneel down again, and glanced at the child who was only half his height.They have the same father, but their life circumstances are so different.What he desperately wanted to fight for was grasped at birth, the attention of his family, the care of his relatives, a bright future... The only thing he is lucky about is that he still has a mother. When the son was beaten black and blue, he held him in his arms and wept silently instead of calling a maid at random.

But the mother is also dead.

His jealousy, resentment, and anger have no place to go.

So when he looked at the clapping and laughing children, there was only despair in his eyes.

Lin Zipei thought, just like the look in his eyes now.

He thought that he was different from that illegitimate son. He was of the direct line of the Lin family, and his mother entered the gate of the Lin family in eight palanquins. The disregard, insult, and injury suffered by that person would not happen to him.

It turned out that it was just not the time.

As long as they are driven by sufficient interests or threatened, there is nothing that the Lin family cannot abandon.Many years ago, because he didn't want to cause too much trouble and also wanted to gain a good reputation among the servants, the uncle finally agreed to let his biological mother be buried, but that was after the boy knelt in the snow all night.If the uncle and the others were to intercede for themselves now, how long would it take to kneel down?Can he kneel for so long?Will the young man in front of him make him kneel for so long again?

Lin Zipei thought, he seemed to understand why that man left the Lin family before the snow stopped, dragging a pair of legs that were about to be disabled after burying his biological mother.If it was him, he didn't want to stay in this house for a moment longer.

The heart of the Lin family is made of iron, and he can't count on them at all.

Lin Zipei turned his heart away, lowered his head and slammed into the young man's sword.The other party had no choice but to let go of his wrist, retracted his sword and shouted anxiously: "What are you doing!"

"Didn't you want me to die?" Lin Zipei said with a smile, "Then I'll die."

As soon as he lowered his head and raised his head, the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy seemed to mature rapidly, and quickly overlapped with a certain figure in Shen Ke's memory.

When he met Lin Ziyou for the first time, the other party had such a smile on his face.It seems to be mocking himself, and it seems to be mocking everything.

Shen Ke's hand holding the sword was trembling. At first, he just wanted to destroy this young man, but later he really wanted to kill him.Why did Lin Ziyou have to suffer so much malice that he shouldn't have suffered, while Lin Zipei could grow up innocently and carefree into a wealthy family?

But he seems to be wrong.Even Lin Zipei... grew up in a place like the Lin family, it is impossible for him to be really innocent and carefree.