May I ask who's calling?

Li Sufeng looked at him strangely and said: "Why did you say sorry? Just now I just thought of Wen Qing suddenly, you are not wrong, there is no need to apologize."

When Zhao Xiaoyu heard Li Sufeng's words, he felt that he should be a person who could clearly distinguish right from wrong. In the eyes of a person like him, right is right and wrong is wrong.

"Wenqing's mountain is there. If you want to see it, I'll take you there to see it."

"I want to see!" Zhao Xiaoyu wanted to know what kind of life his so-called brother lived, even though he was gone.

"I will take you there with Yujian. By the way, if you are afraid of heights... how about closing your eyes on my sword?"

Zhao Xiaoyu shook his head and refused to close his eyes.He wanted to open his eyes wide and take a good look at the place where Wen Qing, whom everyone was full of praise, lived.

Getting closer, he saw that there are not only flowers all over the mountains, but also lakes, houses, and trees, all of which are exquisite and beautiful.

Zhao Xiaoyu pursed her lips tightly after seeing this clearly.

Li Fufeng looked at the familiar scenery below, thinking that that familiar figure would probably never appear again, and he was not in a good mood. Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu's appearance, he said sadly and relieved: "You are also doing it for Wen Qing. feel sad?"

Zhao Xiaoyu didn't speak, Li Sufeng only thought that he was afraid of heights and dared not speak.

Passing through the barrier, the two landed in the yard. There was a ginkgo tree growing happily in the yard. When the wind blew, the leaves would rustle.

Seeing him staring at the tree, Li Sufeng went over and touched the trunk, saying: "This tree was planted for Wen Qing by the head master himself when he was born. The treasure tree that was specially found was planted with great difficulty. It grows here, not only can enrich the spiritual energy of this place, but also the fruit it bears is also rich in spiritual energy, which can cure all diseases."

Zhao Xiaoyu carefully looked at the surrounding scenery, and finally turned his gaze back to the tree, with no expression on his face, he just said: "That's great."

"Come on, I'll take you to see inside. Wenqing used to talk about wanting a younger brother and sister. If he had known about your existence earlier, he would have been very happy."

Zhao Xiaoyu walked behind him silently, not believing the sentence "If I knew your existence earlier, I would be so happy." As far as he knows, no eldest son would like to be outside. The illegitimate child who came to rob himself of property.

Yes, after coming here for half a year, he finally knew that he was an illegitimate child.And the original head, that is, his so-called father, had an original wife, but that wife had died a few years ago.But even so, he and his mother were not brought back.

The reason why he can come back now is because the eldest son is dead, and they need the blood of a sect leader to inherit the Qingyun sect in the future.Zhao Xiaoyu understood more and more.

After entering Wenqing's room, Zhao Xiaoyu opened his mouth slightly, unable to hide his ignorance of the world.

This is an extremely luxurious house, even if it is a great cultivator, it is full of all kinds of treasures in the world. Although Zhao Xiaoyu doesn't know what treasures are, but after hearing Li Sufeng After the introduction, he understood that these things are definitely not for ordinary people, or even ordinary cultivators.

Li Sufeng looked at the scenery inside, whispered about those things while thinking about them, and forgot to pay attention to Zhao Xiaoyu for a while, so he didn't notice the shock when he first entered here.

His tone was a little lighter than when he was outside: "This is Wen Qing's room, and the things he likes most are naturally placed, and the others are placed in the warehouse... Huh? This Jiansui is the same as when he was seven years old. The birthday present I gave him, I didn’t expect him to keep it, I took the time to make one myself, it looks really ugly now..."

Li Sufeng picked up Jiansui and looked at it for a long time, then put it down with a sigh, turned his head and saw Zhao Xiaoyu, remembered that he was there, and started introducing him again.

It seems that when Wen Qing is mentioned, his words are several times more than at other times.

"This is a birthday gift given to Wenqing by his master when he was six years old..."

"It was given to him by his master when he was nine years old..."

"This was given to him by the master's wife when he broke through the Golden Core..."

"This is……"

After listening to everything, Zhao Xiaoyu also compared himself with that brother.

His sixth birthday mother boiled an egg for him.His seventh birthday mother boiled an egg for him.His eighth birthday mother boiled an egg for him.His ninth birthday mother boiled an egg for him... This will be the case for every birthday in the future.

In fact, what is there to compare, the lives of the two are basically the same in the sky and the other in the earth.

Li Fufeng talked for a long time, then suddenly stopped, and said a little embarrassedly: "These days are all about Wen Qing, I think Wen Qing must also want to hear about you, you can also talk about it, for example... ...What birthday presents have you received?"

Zhao Xiaoyu twitched the corners of his mouth, looked away to cover up his guilt, and said, "I don't love birthdays, and I'm not interested in things outside of me."

"That's right," Li Sufeng sighed, "You're right, since we are already cultivators of immortality, we should discard foreign objects and return to the basics."

"Well, but I want to hear about my brother again, please tell me more."

Seeing that he also liked Wen Qing's appearance, Li Fufeng continued to talk to him in good spirits.He had never found himself able to talk so much to people.

Zhao Xiaoyu followed behind Li Sufeng with his head down. Whenever he heard how precious those things were, the expression on his face would occasionally distort for a moment. , Depressed look.

Mother once said that if the two of them died like this, no one in this world would miss them anymore.He has never understood the cruelty of this sentence more than now.

His half-brother grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth. Everyone loves him and praises him. Even after he died, so many people still miss him. The treasures given to him by his elders are so rich that he needs a warehouse. Only then can it be piled up.

And he lived in a dilapidated thatched cottage in a remote mountain village since he was a child. Before he was 13 years old, he didn't even know that other children would have their own room.

In winter, I was worried that the house would be crushed by the snow, that my hands and feet were so itchy that I wanted to cut off my hands, and that my mother and I would starve to death.

In summer, he was worried about the house leaking, and he was even more afraid of heavy rain, because it might destroy the dilapidated house; when he was growing up, he would eat the bed board in the middle of the night hungry and dare not call his mother, because he knew that his mother was also hungry.

Even the eggs, which are not worth much in the eyes of ordinary people, he can only eat them on special days like his birthday, and usually he can't move any of them, so he has to save money to sell them.

Li Sufeng's words pierced into his ears intermittently: "...he is much better than me...God is not fair..."

Zhao Xiaoyu suddenly smiled: "Yes, God is not fair."

Li Sufeng heard his voice choked up, and when he looked back, he was a little surprised and at a loss: "Why are you crying?"