Only senior brother is amazing

Yao Jing figured that the elders should arrive here logically, could it be the right way to go?He hesitated for a moment, and gave his disciples a look.The disciples gathered around him knowingly, and after listening to his muttering, the tallest and strongest disciple swayed forward and gave He Bei a hard push.

To He Bei, this was a slap without any lethality, and he stood still on the spot.If one couldn't push, a few of them came together and pushed together. In fact, the few of them didn't use much force, they all relied on their eyes to intimidate, with the goal of angering He Bei.

Until the sound of thin footsteps came from around the corner, He Bei lay down clutching his chest.The eight-foot man lay on top of a pile of firewood, and began to cry out in pain.

The disciples who provoked the trouble looked at He Bei who suddenly collapsed on the ground, "weakened by the wind", and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Yao Jing rushed to He Bei and shouted at him: "What are you pretending to do! Get up!"

While talking, he kicked He Bei twice, but in the end, he kicked all of them on the firewood. He had a hideous face but was embarrassed to cry out in pain.

He Bei clutched his chest and shouted, "Killed! Yao Jing killed!"

"Gag me up!"

Yao Jing didn't expect He Bei to be such a scoundrel, when did he change his temperament and become a flexible guy?I don't know if he really bullied him.

Several disciples rushed forward and covered He Bei's howling mouth in a hurry.

At this moment, someone pushed Yao Jing's right shoulder. Yao Jing shrugged and didn't look back. He pointed at He Bei and continued to yell, "It's true that you are a coward!"

Immediately afterwards, slap—a crisp slap resounded through the noisy crowd.

Yao Jing's side face was slapped violently by a sharp palm wind.He covered his right face which was swollen instantly and looked back, his legs were so startled that he almost collapsed on the ground, he tremblingly said: "Master, Master!"

Xu Tang stared at him, and cursed: "The villain!"

Yao Jing took a closer look and saw that the five elders of Jianzhuang were staring at him at the corner.This is not the point, the point is that there is another one, standing in black with his hands behind his back, his face clouded and his eyes wanting to tear him apart, he is He Bei's father, Southwest Sword Master, Ningku City Lord, the number one master of swordsmanship - He An.

Several disciples quickly released He Bei from the ground.He Bei lay on the firewood, winking, ouch, howled a few times and refused to get up.

Furious, Xu Tang yelled at Yao Jing: "Sinister! Lawless, bullying the more with the less, bah! Bullying the less with the more, gathering people to fight, are you tired of work? The rules of the house are all swallowed up." gone!"

With tears flashing, Yao Jing said aggrievedly: "Master! You, you listen to my explanation! I didn't do anything, he lay down by himself!"

"You think I'm blind?"

Xu Tang slapped Yao Jing again, and this time his left cheek was also swollen.Yao Jing held the pig's head and let out a bloody cry, looking miserable.

Several elders witnessed a group of disciples surrounding He Bei, and Yao Jing kicked and scolded him, saying that no one would believe that He Bei was lying down by himself.

At this moment, He Bei, who sat up "difficultly" from the firewood, explained: "Brother Yao is just looking for me to learn martial arts, elders, don't get me wrong."

Xu Tang stared at Yao Jing, grabbed Yao Jing's ears and pulled them in front of him, and kicked Yao Jing's knees to the ground immediately.Xu Tang took out his Nine-Dragon Whip, and made a merciless trick at Yao Jing.

Under Xu Tang's merciless whipping, Yao Jing's screams were endless, with seven or eight shocking and deep bloodstains on his back, and his body slumped to the ground in pain.

He An came to Jianzhuang this time to introduce a batch of black iron to the arsenal. Just now he witnessed his son being attacked by a crowd, and his face was already darker than the black iron. It must be wrong for Xu Tang not to show a real look.

In his last life, He Bei was publicly executed by He An for beating up several disciples by himself, and his fate was much worse than this.In front of Quan Jian Zhuang's disciples, He An beat him until he passed out with a barbed Guanyin cable.The most unforgettable thing was that five disciplinary nails were nailed into his back, which seriously injured his vitality, and he was able to practice normally after a year of cultivation.Until his death, the scars from the disciplinary nails never disappeared.

He was the real loser back then.

Yao Jing was lucky, Xu Tang's punishment for him was drizzle at best.

"Master He, I'm really sorry. It's my lax discipline that caused this scoundrel to do such a rebellious thing. Don't worry, I will give Xiaobei justice."

Xu Tang bowed deeply to He An, with an apologetic expression on his face.

He An didn't get angry and pretended to be arrogant, and said solemnly: "Small fights between the same family often happen, and they are still children's warm-hearted, just deal with it fairly."

Xu Tang nodded and said: "It will." Then he kicked Yao Jing who was curled up beside him: "It's a shame."

He Bei stood up, patted the dust off his body, and picked up the firewood on the ground again. He did not forget to salute all the elders: "The disciple will leave first."

"and many more."

He An called He Bei to stop, and the gaze he cast away was like a sharp blood blade.

He Bei looked cute: "Daddy, what's wrong?"

He An dragged He Bei to him, lifted his sleeves and collar and glanced at him, his tone was not warm: "You're not hurt, are you?"

He Bei shook his head and smiled: "No. Skin trauma, it's not a problem."

He An patted him on the shoulder, his sharp eyebrows darkened: "Well, get out."

He Bei happily rolled away with the firewood on his back.

Although He An has always looked down on his son and never protected him, after all, He Bei is the "victim" this time.

During dinner, He An called He Bei to him and reprimanded him, saying that he was not good at martial arts and could only be beaten, he was not as good as he was in the past.

In short, no matter what He Bei did, He An always maintained his opinions on him.

It doesn't matter to He Bei, as long as he is not "publicly executed" in his previous life, he can do anything.

Xie Juan knew that He Bei was beaten by gangs during the day, and he seemed more concerned than He An, the father.

He boiled chicken soup for He Bei in Lanzhu as supper, and He Bei finally licked the bottom of the pot clean, working very hard.

Qi Nian asked He Bei dozens of times: "Are you sure you were beaten by a group of people, not you?"

He Bei pouted his buttocks and lay on the couch, chewing candied fruit: "These are not important, the important thing is that Yao Jing is comfortable tonight."

Qi Nian heheed twice: "You don't seem like someone willing to suffer."

"Oh, Second Senior Brother, your ass is bleeding!" Qi Nian realized that there were dried brown blood stains on his exposed white underpants.

Qi Nian sighed: "Tsk, senior brother beat you too hard yesterday, why did you make him angry?"

On the contrary, He Bei smiled relaxedly: "You want to know? Although the beating is next to each other, I am happy."

Qi Nian looked at Xie Juan, who was concentrating on practicing calligraphy at the desk, with distressed eyes. He couldn't think of what "filthy language" He Bei used to attack his poor senior brother yesterday.

Qi Nian put on a teaching attitude as if he was the senior brother: "Senior brother has worked so hard for us every day, and these days he has lost weight because of your affairs! You should respect and love him instead of making him angry!"

He Bei cast his eyes on Xie Juan: "You don't need to worry about it, senior brother, I will take care of myself, respect, love, him."

He purposely said the last three words in a drawl.

"Cough, cough..."

Xie Juan, who was originally drinking tea, choked on these words.

After He Bei got out of bed, he half lay on the table in front of Xie Juan, and he asked with concern: "Senior brother, does your forehead still hurt?"

Xie Juan lightly stroked his slightly swollen forehead with his fingertips, his eyes were as clear as a cloud, he shook his head and said calmly, "No problem."

Xie Juan took out a cyan porcelain bottle from his sleeve, and said, "This is Naqi Pill, it has a miraculous effect on healing wounds after eating, so you can use it."

He Bei was surprised and said, "Brother, why don't you give me such an expensive medicine?" This Naqi Pill was the prize that Xie Juan got from his disciples' comprehensive test last month, and there was only one of them in total, and he didn't actually receive much. Serious injury, no need.

Xie Juan frowned and said sharply, "Just hold it if you tell me, don't talk too much."

He Bei took the small blue porcelain bottle and said with a smile, "Brother, you are so kind!"

Xie Juan hummed lightly and lowered his head to continue writing.

Qi Nian was a little unhappy, curled his lips, and said in a sour tone, "I don't even have one...but you get hurt more often."

The last sentence is a comfort to myself.

He Bei swallowed the Naqi pill dryly, and the bitterness of the pill spread on the tip of his tongue. He was most afraid of bitter things, so he still said: "It's delicious."

But not as delicious as in the previous life.

Qi Nian became even more jealous, thinking it was really delicious.

After the naqi pill took effect, He Bei lay on the bed for a while and quickly fell asleep.

He had a dream.A dream about a past life.

On the criminal law platform in Jianzhuang, he was beaten by He An with bruises all over his body, and the five punishment nails on his back were sunken deep in his flesh and blood. He was so numb from the pain that he couldn't straighten up, lying on the ground, lingering like a dead dog.

He An only gave him a cold look, then turned and left.

When some disciples who had become enemies with him passed by him, they would brag about "serving it." "It's good to die." "The disaster will be retribution."

The gray ground of the penalty platform was stained with blood, and He Bei's clothes were mixed with the blood. He was obviously exhausted to the point of fainting, and he still had to bear the pain of thousands of ants biting his bones, provoking him over and over again. The nerves perfectly interpret the four words that life is better than death.

The sky was not beautiful, the clouds were overcast and the storm was about to come, and the gust of wind cut his body like a blade.He felt that he was about to die.It's okay to die.He was the one who deserved to die, and He An wanted to kill him himself since he was born, but it was nothing.The responsibility of raising him has not been fulfilled for a while, but now he is beaten half to death because he made him "disgraceful".

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the blood on his body was washed away, and new blood flowed out, and the pain continued.Until an apricot-yellow oil-paper umbrella was propped up above the head, covering the wind and rain from the outside.

The man covered his bloody back with a soft garment and pulled him into a warm embrace.He Bei seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, trying to reach out to grab the opponent's shoulder, but because he didn't have the strength to hang in mid-air, he fell down.For He Bei, even breathing had to be exhausted at this time.The man picked him up again, this time holding him tightly in his arms, his voice trembling slightly: "Senior brother is here, don't be afraid."

Xie Juan wanted to stuff medicine into his mouth, but he couldn't open his lips at all. In desperation, Xie Juan thought of a stupid way. He put the naqi pill in his mouth, and pried open the other's mouth with his tongue. The bitter medicine between the lips and teeth slowly melted in the two mouths. The medicine was too bitter, but the soft thing was sweet. He Bei subconsciously swallowed it lightly. Xie Juan froze and blushed. Leaving the other party, he licked the concoction that overflowed to his mouth. Without thinking about it, he softly comforted the person in his arms: "Senior brother will take you home."

Xie Juan struggled to carry He Bei on his back, holding an umbrella with one hand and supporting the person on his back with the other, and carried him back to Lanzhu step by step.

The phrase "Brother will take you home." He Bei remembered it for many years.

That "kiss" was He Bei's first kiss, and he had remembered it for many years.It was also from that time that he discovered that his feelings for Xie Juan were not as simple as brotherhood.

Once the punishment platform was encountered, He Bei's personality changed a lot.Willful is still as willful, but not as cheerful as before.After recuperating for a year, he hated practicing sword even more, because he would think of He An when he touched the sword.So I thought about other things, such as puppets.

In the eyes of decent families, puppets are "sorcery." But he enjoys it.After becoming the Demon Lord of Wujiang, those who can accompany He Bei are these little puppets.Those who serve him tea and water to sleep with him are all soulless "dummy."

The puppet that accompanies him to sleep is [-]% similar to the puppet made by Xie Juan himself. It is made of the best material and feels like human skin. Even the taste is as consistent as possible.

It's just that no matter how similar it is, it's not Xie Juan himself.

Sleeping with the puppet in his arms for a long night, probably only He Bei can do it.

Bad and boring.

The author has something to say:

The first kiss in the previous life came like this, haha