Heaven is fearless

Newborns are born every minute in the world, but the probability of encountering twins seems to be low. Some people say that twins are the products of the same soul after division. They are the most closely connected half-body in the world, surpassing lovers and children.

Mingxue was noncommittal to such a statement.

He was one of the twins, and together with his elder brother, he was born in a night where day and night were reversed and yin and yang were chaotic.

Someone gave them orders, saying that they were destined to be enemies for the rest of their lives, with one son protecting the immortal world and the other ruling the rise of the demon clan.

It's all bullshit.

When Mingxue heard about this for the first time when she was six years old, she cried and threw herself on her elder brother's bed, tightly hugging the boy who was exactly like her and refused to let go.

In his small head, he still can't understand the complicated concepts of the opposition between immortals and demons. He just vaguely understands that the concept of being an enemy for a lifetime probably means that they can never meet or hug each other.

——how can this work? !The elder brother is his, so he should not be separated from his elder brother!

From then on, Mingxue paid close attention to her brother's whereabouts, sticking to his back as a little tail, the two were already very close, and after that they were inseparable, Mingxue would cry whenever she could not see Mingxiao, crying until her heart broke Out of breath.

Later he stopped crying, because he found that crying alone seemed useless, he gradually learned to be mischievous, and he also learned to practice hard. In short, he tried his best to become the most dazzling one in the crowd, so that Ming Xiao Will focus on him.

Maybe there is some kind of telepathy between the twins. Ming Xiao just glanced at Mingxue and knew what he was thinking about. He couldn't laugh or cry about it. Pulling and pulling, Kunlun Mountain is cold in all seasons, Baiyujing is full of people, and the journey of monks is so long that it is lonely, only a pair of brothers depend on each other.

Besides Mingxue, who else could he care about?

Later, when they grew up, Mingxue restrained her childish possessiveness a lot, but she habitually cast her eyes out to search for Ming Xiao's figure, and Ming Xiao let him look at her with a good temper.

Taisu Sword Sect's disciples wear light blue Taoist robes with beautiful curly cloud patterns pressed on the skirts and cuffs, which look dignified and solemn on Ming Xiao's body, while on Ming Xue's body there is always a kind of unrestrained pride.

With the same face, the temperament of these twins is completely different.

The sect's rules were strict, but they were gradually relaxed later on. It was no longer mandatory for disciples to wear the sect's disciple costumes.

Ming Xiao occasionally held him by the ear and asked him to practice, but in the end he was always irritated by his hippie smiling brother, so he had no choice but to say that he was not an example, and then accompany him to mess around.

Is there any way, they are the most intimate half-body in the world, sharing a soul, he doesn't condone Mingxue, so who else will condone him?

Mingxue is well aware of Ming Xiao's connivance, Master doesn't care about the two of them, Taisu Sword Sect has never seen such a talented genius in thousands of years, and there are only two of them when they appear. Master, he is happy to practice by himself, although sometimes it is troublesome to be dragged out to clean up the mess for the second apprentice, but the first apprentice is reliable, so he is used to being the shopkeeper.

No one is in charge of Mingxue, she just goes up to the sky and messes around, and even hurts herself when she is the worst.

That was the first time Ming Xue saw Ming Xiao angry.

Ming Xiao hurried over after receiving the order from his disciples, and what he saw was his younger brother lying on the ground, his clothes were mottled with blood, his left hand was bitten off by a violent spirit beast, and the white stubble was exposed , with his ribs pierced through his chest, and lay there smiling and winking at him.

The expression on Ming Xiao's face was blank for a moment.

Mingxue didn't realize what was wrong, so she stretched her neck to look at him: "Brother? You're here? Quickly connect your hands! I have Jiling Pill in my pocket, pour me two pills—"

His small mouth kept babbling, Ming Xiao said nothing, connected his broken hand, took out the spirit pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and carried him back out of the area without a word forest.

Mingxue continued to slap on Ming Xiao's back: "Brother! Let me tell you, I have been following this spirit beast for two days, and its vigilance has become stronger. It almost capsized in the gutter... Oh, I tanned its skin. How about you made the cloak? What color do you want for the lining? Kunlun Mountain is too cold... brother?"

He babbled all the way by himself, only to realize something was wrong at the end of the talk, and there was a little hesitation in his voice: "Brother?"

Ming Xiao didn't want to talk to him at first, but when he heard the slight panic in his voice, he couldn't help but soften his heart a little, and responded forcefully.

Mingxue heaved a sigh of relief without a trace, thumped on Ming Xiao's back twice, and insisted on stretching out her neck to see Ming Xiao's face: "Brother? Are you angry?"

He couldn't tell if his tone was nervous or surprised, or maybe both. After all, he had never seen Ming Xiao angry in all these years since he was a child.

Ming Xiao just glared at him when he mischievously threw Ming Xiao's book away, Ming Xiao just slapped him on the head when he caused trouble and asked Ming Xiao to clean up the mess, and then went out aggressively with his sword in hand.

Brother... Will he be angry too?

Ming Xue thought so in her heart.

Ming Xiao took him back, threw him on the couch, looked at him condescendingly for a while, his eyes were unpredictable, and after a long time he said slowly: "If you can't take care of yourself, don't go out of this door in the future. "

Mingxue blinked her eyes twice and did not speak.

Ming Xiao didn't care about his reaction, and continued to say dryly: "I will let my disciple follow you. If you continue to mess around, I will tie you by my side. From now on, I will ask the stage for morning exercises every morning, and you will stand by the side. Look, if I retreat, you will come with me."

Mingxue still didn't speak, he buried his face in the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes, he couldn't tell what emotion was in his eyes, and he said "Oh" sullenly after a while.

Ming Xiao still wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. He stood there for a while, but couldn't think of what to say. Suddenly he was very depressed and turned his head to leave.

At this moment, Mingxue stretched out her hand vigorously and grabbed Ming Xiao's sleeve.

The left hand that had just grown under the influence of Jiling Pill was still a little weak. He grabbed the corner of the light blue robe sleeve, thinking inappropriately, as if he had never seen his brother wearing clothes of other colors. Probably only when he became the suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect would he change into the suzerain's dark blue Taoist robe.

Hey, it's all blue, and it's too boring.

If you ask him, my brother should look good in white, just like the one made by ice and snow.

Complacently bragging about her brother in her heart, Mingxue showed the sweetest smile: "Brother, I was wrong, I will stop messing around in the future, don't be angry."

Ming Xiao stood with a blank expression on his face: "I'm not angry."

Mingxue continued to smile: "Well, you're not angry, it's because I have blind eyes and eyes that don't know Mount Tai..."

The corner of Ming Xiao's mouth twitched: "Nonsense! What kind of words are you using?"

Mingxue shook his sleeves, like a child acting like a spoiled child, Ming Xiao's heart softened just by looking at him.

That's all, as long as I'm still alive, I can always protect him, so just mess around.

Thinking of this, Ming Xiao didn't pull out that corner of his sleeve, but said coldly: "Relax, I'll find you some medicine."

Mingxue sensitively recognized Ming Xiao's emotional changes, happily let go of her hand, and watched Ming Xiao walk out of her room.

Their first half of life was so boring, until one day Mingxue heard the private message from his disciples, and suddenly realized something.

As long as that prophecy still exists, Ming Xiao will never be able to become the Suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect, and he will always bear the title of "Future Demon Race", even though he has done nothing.

How ridiculous.

Mingxue thought for a long time before he suddenly realized that fate is such an unreasonable thing, just like if you work hard, there may not be results. Similarly, even if you don't do anything, you will still live in the world. In the strange sight of others.

But why, his brother is so good, why do they dare to look at him like this? !

If there must be one person possessed by demons, it can only be him.

Smashing the spirit veins and elixir palace, reversing the trajectory of the spirit energy, this process sounds terrible, but Mingxue surprisingly didn't feel too much pain.

He's so happy, he's so happy.

Finally it was his turn to do something for his brother.

After being enchanted, he entered the Taisu Sword School one by one with one sword, and the soaring demonic energy swept through the clean Kunlun. He watched Ming Xiao go crazy and chased him to find him, but after becoming enchanted, his cultivation base skyrocketed, even Ming Xiao also searched for him. There is no trace of him after hiding.

Life in the Demon Realm is tough but not difficult. If you don’t have your brother by your side, it’s the same wherever you go. It’s common for Mingxue to get injured all the way to the Demon Realm. Sometimes he thinks about what his brother is doing, maybe he’s practicing. , as in the past, practicing swords in Bai Yujing where the sea of ​​clouds is surging, surrounded by the clean wind of Kunlun whizzing by.

It will be hundreds of years before they meet again.

As the Lord of Demon Realm and the future suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect.

It was the first time he saw Ming Xiao wearing clothes of other colors.

Plain white.

Just as he thought, Qingjun came out of the dust, as if the ice and snow in the sky had become immortals.

Oops...these are the white funeral clothes.

Once again, the twin hearts have played a role.

Ming Xiao's expression was indifferent. He saw Mingxue after hundreds of years. The younger brother who used to be troublesome and let him take care of him had grown up. It was no longer that kind of soft and flattering sweetness. The subordinates who followed him looked at him with fear and admiration in their eyes.

—He has grown up.

Ming Xiao felt a little empty in his heart.

No one held back in this battle. Mountains and rivers flooded the plains and rose, seawater poured into the mountains, and the valleys were covered with frost and snow. Ming Xiao swung his last sword. He thought he was about to lose, but that was fine, as he was young. When he took care of Mingxue wholeheartedly, when he grew up, he wholeheartedly took on the responsibility of Taisu Sword Sect. He lived his whole life with no regrets in his heart, but...

Ming Xiao looked at Ming Xue who was getting closer and closer through the fierce neighing wind.

It's just that Mingxue will be very sad when he dies.

For the first time, Jianxiu, who had never comforted anyone before, was worried about how to comfort his younger brother.

Unlike Mingxue who can act like a baby, Ming Xiao is really not good at this.

But soon he didn't care about it, the sword blade pierced through Mingxue's chest unexpectedly, and the black-haired demon fell into the abyss.

The long sword pierced through the man's chest, Ming Xiao almost crashed into Ming Xue's arms, and a cold hand gently held Ming Xiao's sword-holding hand.

They fall together.

It was the closest the twins had been to each other for hundreds of years.

"Brother..." Mingxue called him softly, in a low voice, "I... miss you a little."

Mozun lightly described countless sleepless days and nights, with a pure smile in his dark red eyes.

Ming Xiao's hand trembled, he let go of the hilt of the sword, and Xiao Xuetian fell down with Ming Xue, and soon fell to a place where even he could not see.

The warm blood on his hand was dripping down drop by drop, each drop dripped onto Ming Xiao's heart, burning his heart.

Under the admiring eyes of his disciples, Ming Xiao cast a seal with his expression unchanged, and pressed Mingxue under the sea, his eyes were empty, and his whole body seemed to be floating in the clouds.

He came in white for a funeral, and returned in this white.

For the rest of his life, he never took off this mourning dress.