My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

All night long, the disciples of the Lingyu Sect outside kept pestering Chu Mo, following wherever he went, even drinking alcohol made him unhappy.In the end, Chu Mo had no choice but to choose some unimportant, trivial things to tell them, mix the truth with half the truth, and just get away with it.

Unexpectedly, this group of stinky bastards, who usually look so stupid to death, are too clever in this respect, and they can't handle it at all.

In order to add some atmosphere, the fifth junior brother directly threw a pile of black things like a pile of charcoal on the ground, and then tapped the fourth junior brother's fire talisman, and with a swish, it ignited.

The Fifth Junior Brother also whispered that this is the indestructible charcoal he specially refined.

Chu Mo: ...

So Chu Mo sat right in front, and the rest of the people surrounded him.With the cool moonlight, dead trees and old trees, and flickering fire, it is indeed a good place for chatting.

Facing the ten pairs of eager eyes, now each one of them is bigger, their cultivation level is deeper, and their wings are stiffer.You can't fight it, you can't hide it.

Forget it.

Anyway, it's all old stuff, and it happens to be boring, so let's pass the time.

Just when Chu Mo was about to speak, "Wait!"

Everyone looked at Xiao Eleven who opened his mouth, and saw Xiao Eleven took out a storage bag from the storage bag beside him for a long time, and finally took out a magic storage artifact that the fifth junior brother had refined for him, and then took out a magic weapon from it. Cleaned up lamb.

Chu Mo and the other nine people: "???"

Xiao Shiyi skewered the green lamb familiarly, put it on the fire, and said: "This is when I went to the secret realm to find the elixir, and I heard what they called Qingyu sheep. The meat is tender and smooth, and it tastes the best when roasted." That’s it! So I snatched the sapphire sheep they cleaned up.”

"Hey." Little Eleven smiled: "I haven't found a chance to bake it, and now it's just right."

Chu Mo directly laughed angrily: "Okay, it's a fire and a roast sheep, is it really a joke? Huh? You bastards?!"

Although he was indeed a joke before.

"Where is it?" Eighth Junior Sister pouted, imitating Rong Huai's tone word by word: "Ordinary people have reincarnation. They have died once, and after reincarnation, they have a new life. Everyone they met in the previous life is a stranger. Everything is a cloud."

"Although you, master, are a monk and have no reincarnation, you have died once. Now you are the master of Lingyumen, and the things before your death are not your business now. Even if you listen to jokes, you don't listen to you. What a joke."

Chu Mo smiled when he heard this: "Who told you the nonsense?"

The eighth junior sister blushed: "Elder brother said so."

He guessed that it was Xiao Huai who said that these bastards didn't care about the monk's life at all, let alone the reincarnation of ordinary people that monks regard as ants?

With a long sigh, Chu Mo took off the flagon from his waist.

Yes, don't you also feel that that is the past?But even so, I thought that after more than 300 years, I had almost forgotten it, but now I think about it again, and I realize that I remember it bit by bit so clearly.

The fire was crackling, Chu Mo took a sip of wine, his eyes reflected the dancing flames.For a moment, he seemed to see that young man who flung moths into the flame without hesitation, finally lost his dignity, lost his life, and caused his only close relative to die without a whole body.

"My grandfather is an elder of the sword sect's Shuxiu lineage. My father and mother are both Shuxiu. Unfortunately, not long after I was born, they died in a secret realm. My grandfather was already very old. Hearing the news of his death, he was in a turmoil My aura was retrograde, and I also passed away, leaving me, who was less than one year old, in the care of an old servant at the golden core stage."

"Before my grandfather died, he was thinking of revitalizing the sword sect's Shushu lineage. He told the old servant that my talent is extremely rare among Shushu, and I am the most suitable for this path of cultivation. After I am six years old, I must choose Shushu."

"Jianzong's way has withered, and with the death of my grandfather, the line of Shuxiu almost disappeared. Although Guan Bo was entrusted by my grandfather to revive my journey of Shuxiu, he never told me, and he was reluctant to let me bear half of it. "

A child who is less than one year old and has no relatives remembers the kind and kind old man, who is not a relative but is better than a relative.Even without parents, the old man still spoils him as the happiest child.

And Chu Mo, just like what Grandpa Chu Mo said, has shown a very high talent for martial arts since he was a child, and he also loves the path of martial arts very much.It stands to reason that, as his grandfather instructed, he will formally enter the path of martial arts after the age of six, and from now on, he will help revitalize the sword sect's martial arts, so as not to let this vein completely disappear in the sword sect.

Unfortunately, when he was six years old, on the day he determined his way, he saw Yuan Heng with red lips and white teeth, who looked like a handful of snow on top of an iceberg.

One glance was wrong for life, and since then, I can't bear to look away.

"What did he learn?"

"The way of the ruthless sword."

Ruthless kendo, ruthless and desireless.Chu Mo stayed at the Sword Sect, and the most he heard from the disciples of Biemai was the disciples of the ruthless sword.They say they are hard-hearted, monsters who can never be warmed up, and whoever gets near them will end up in a terrible end.

"Uncle Guan."

"Young master, what's the matter?" The old man squatted down, level with the child.

"I want to learn the ruthless sword."

The old man's hand holding the child's shoulder stiffened suddenly.

But even at this time, he was still reluctant to use his lord's expectations and instructions to suppress Chu Mo, and he was reluctant to use any strong means to force him.

The old man smiled and asked: "Why? Why did the young master suddenly want to learn the ruthless sword? Sword practice is the most tiring. Isn't our young master the most afraid of pain and fatigue? And, after practicing the ruthless sword, You can’t even eat your favorite pastry, candied haws.”

The child didn't hesitate: "Don't be afraid of pain, tiredness, don't want to eat, and practice ruthless swordsmanship!"

"Then let's not be in a hurry, let's use the method of ruthless swordsmanship to practice for a month. If the young master can get used to it, let's go, okay?"

For a month, the old man thought that his young master would not be able to survive, but he did not expect that his immature and delicate hands were worn out, and his arms were scratched with sword marks, and he still refused to look back.

In the end, the old man took the child by the hand, and when he personally sent the person into the door of the ruthless swordsman ancestor, he squatted down and touched the child's head: "No matter what way you practice, the young master will be happy."

So the child changed from his favorite bright red dress to a rigid and monotonous white dress.Abandoning the ever-changing Shu Xiu, he picked up a heavy and straight sword.Abandoning the fruity pastries with thousands of flavors, I only eat bland and tasteless Bigu Dan every day.Leaving the noisy and bustling crowd, I trapped myself in a lonely mountain, trapped in the side of the person who will never be warm.

"What happened later? Where's Uncle Guan?" Eighth Junior Sister asked in a low voice.

The hollow and lonely voice passed through the swaying fire, as if the scorching fire was about to be extinguished by the helplessness, remorse, resentment and resentment in it.

But no amount of emotion finally turned into a sad sigh: "I'm dead."

The soul was forcibly pulled away, and the bones were hacked into pieces. The old man who had been kind to the old man all his life ended up with incomplete bones. However, he was powerless to save the old man's bones for a safe burial.

He was considered to be a demon cultivator unlike today's Rong Huai. At that time, not only was someone accusing him of murdering himself, but there was also a photo stone that recorded his figure. The most important thing was that he had a demonic aura for some reason.

He was imprisoned in the ice cave, and was pierced by thousands of ice blades every day.

At that time, Guan Bo, who was like an ordinary man in his eighties, bent his back and knelt outside the long steps, begging for him, kneeling until his knees were disabled.

He begged in the ice cave, begging for that young man whom he put on the tip of his heart like snow.

He begged to tell Guan Bo not to leave Jianzong.

Or if you don't want to send a message, he handed out the photo stone with his own voice recorded.Before handing it out, he was afraid that the blood would stain the dust-free white clothes, so he wiped his hands vigorously on his bloody clothes before he dared to put the photo stone on it.

He said: "Brother, I didn't ask you for anything. I just ask you to bring this photo stone to Guan Bo. He will understand when he sees it! You don't have to do anything, just give this to him! Let him not leave Jianzong, I can go out to meet him after I am wronged."

As if the young man who had merged into the bone-chilling ice cave hadn't taken it, he saw the blood-stained and filthy him reflected in those snowy eyes, and he was full of disgust.

In a hurry, he knocked his forehead on the ice, and again and again, the blood dragged all over the ground.

The Ice Cave is located in the secret place of Jianzong, Qianli Ice Field, and only those who are above Huashen have the opportunity to enter.Guan Bo only had the golden core stage, so he couldn't get in at all.He was framed by someone, and if he could hate him so much and ruin his reputation, he would not easily let the people around him go.

And the only person beside him who is extremely important to him and has no power to protect himself is Guan Bo.

The lineage of Shuxiu has withered, and no one in Jianzong believes in him anymore.Once something happened, he didn't even have time to find out the truth, let alone meet Guan Bo. Now that he's locked up here and can't get out, something will happen to Guan Bo!Once Guan Bo leaves Jianzong, something will happen!

After knocking for an unknown amount of time, the man finally used a ray of spiritual energy to take away the photo stone in his palm, and before the heavy stone fell from his heart, the word thank you stuck in his throat.

The photo stone turned into powder in the sudden constriction of pupils, scattered all over the ground.

"Chu Mo, I believe you only because Master once said when he passed away that we must rely on each other and help each other. But other people's affairs have nothing to do with me. You have always acted inappropriately, boldly, and ignorant of the heights of heaven and earth. This time, the demonic cultivation, The right is to let you have a long memory."

Yes.

He doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, he is tired and greedy for all the prosperity in the world, and he will never learn the calmness and indifference of a swordsman.

But Guan Bo shouldn't be responsible for it!

The cool evening wind blew across the fire, Chu Mo paused, shook the empty jug, turned his fox eyes, looked at the group of disciples, and said with a smile: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

He handed out the jug: "Put it on, there's no wine in it."

In the silence, the third junior brother took out a jar full of wine from his storage space.

"Ha, you really have good wine hidden." Chu Mo took it and muttered, while patting Kaifeng Ni, like the best painkiller, he raised his mouth and drank it.

The spirit wine was thick and choking, but he drank it very happily.

The ten noisy disciples of Lingyu Sect were unusually quiet this time, and they didn't urge Chu Mo to talk about the next thing.

After drinking most of the jar, Yue Mo's wine was really intoxicating, Chu Mo's eyes were a little dazed, and he wiped his mouth.

Later, I got the news from Uncle Guan that he was the grandson of the elder Jianzong who tried every means to frame him. That person came to the iron prison in the cold ice cave and admired his embarrassment.

He said to him in a soft voice, Uncle Guan, you can't ask for help, so he left the sect to go to the place where the incident happened, and prepared to find out the truth himself.

He said that Guan Bo was too old, so old that the golden core in his body was dimmed, and even if he fed it to the monsters, the monsters would not eat it.

Said, after Guan Bo's knees were peeled off, the bones inside were actually smashed to pieces on the long steps.

He also said that Guan Bo didn't die from the pain when his soul was drawn out by the incense and convulsed with pain, and he still yelled that my young master is not a demon cultivator.

……

After talking a lot, in the end Chu Mo didn't even know when that person left.

Chu Mo patted his head with a headache, it seems that since that time, he has been in a daze, without knowing the years.Biansheng was trapped in the ice cave, although it was painful, but he couldn't die no matter what.

Until the thunder fell, amidst the mighty thunder disaster, he suddenly saw the kind-hearted old man again.

The old man said: Young master, sleep for a while when you are tired, and everything will be fine when you wake up.

He was like the last straw grabbed by a drowning man before he died, grabbing the old man in the void, weeping unbearably.

In his life, he acted recklessly and lived absurdly, but he asked himself to do things frankly.

He was fond of Yuanheng, but he never declared his affection to the public, he only kept it in his heart, and never threatened him in the name of his senior brother.Even if he was later maliciously exposed his shady thoughts and said that he was obscene and dirty.As a result, the elders of Jianzong whipped five hundred people with a warning ruler, severely punishing and warning.Being loathed and disgusted by Yuan Heng, and asking to be three feet away from him, he never felt any resentment.

He was loyal to Jianzong, and he went through life and death for it. When he was regarded as a demon cultivator, he was still completing the tasks assigned by the sect.

For those who don't love him, he never owes anything.The only one who is sorry is the person who loves him deeply.

His body was scorched into ashes, and his soul went through the pain of purgatory, but he felt that he was finally freed.

After that, a wisp of remnant soul is left alone, floating between the heaven and the earth.

After finally reshaping his body and regaining some sanity, he took Xiao Huai to inquire about Jianzong.Only then did he know that after his death, Jianzong had investigated the whole situation not long after, and all the people who framed him back then were uprooted and dealt with cleanly.

At that moment, Chu Mo really felt that he was a waste from the beginning to the end, a complete joke.

Does Hate Jianzong regard himself as a demon cultivator indiscriminately?

hate it!

Is Yuan Yuanheng unwilling to deliver the letter for himself?

Resentment!

But he knew very well that they were not at fault.

Jianzong punished him, expelled him, and deprived him of his disciple status. This was the way to treat Moxiu. They even showed mercy and did not execute him on the spot.

Yuan Heng didn't care about Guan Bo's life or death, but he also broke into the ice cave thousands of times for him. When he was defeated and almost died, he led him out of the ice cave and blocked the pursuers.He is indeed benevolent.

They all did their part, they didn't frame him, they didn't kill Guan Bo, and they even avenged him after his death.

Can't hate, no place to hate.Rather than resentment, it is more disgusting that is engraved in the bone.

He said let it go, but how could he let it go so easily?

After talking about everything from the beginning to the end, Chu Mo continued to drink, and he didn't even bother to look at the expressions of these stinky bastards.Trash, idiot, useless, embarrassing, he heard this kind of words a lot.

However, the stinky bastards who often seized the opportunity to hurt him were quiet for a while, which was rare.

After a long time, the fourth junior brother said: "If you have Guan Bo's relics, maybe I can use the trace-finding talisman to find the bones."

Chu Mo was taken aback for a moment, then said bitterly, "No."

At the beginning, except for his clothes, all his belongings were confiscated, and even his aura was sealed. He begged Yuan Heng to give him the unique photo stone, so how could there be Guan Bo's things?

"Is it true that all those who framed you are dead?" Xiao Shixi blinked.

"Well, they're all dead."

"Okay." Little Eleven felt a little regretful.

"Then don't go back to that shitty sword sect in the future. It's their fault that you don't believe in your own disciples, and they're still the third generation disciples." The fifth junior brother was as bitter as before: "And what about Yuan Heng? Believe in you, rather than help you in your own way just to avoid guilt. If you really believe in you, or have the slightest brotherhood with you, why don't you even want to say a word?"

After Guan Bo's death, Chu Mo had no intention of living in the world. What's the point of Yuan Heng coming to save him at this time?

"This lamb is roasted, do you want to try it?" The second junior brother cut a piece of meat and handed it to Chu Mo thoughtfully: "The reason why there is ruthless swordsmanship is just an extreme method created by swordsmen to improve their cultivation. , the more people use ruthless swordsmanship to get rid of distracting thoughts, the easier it is to be entangled in the distracting thoughts that are forcibly suppressed in the end, and it is more difficult to achieve the Dao in the end. Master, you do everything according to your heart, in fact, you are more suitable for cultivation than any of them Ruthless sword."

"Hmm! Second Senior Brother is right." Eighth Junior Sister was soft-tempered, unable to say anything good by herself, so she could only nod her head in agreement.

"Actually, Guan Bo is considered dead. The lifespan of a Jindan cultivator is only two to three hundred years. Even if it weren't for this, he wouldn't live long. No wonder you. Or after we return to the Lingyu Gate this time, we have arranged for the elder brother, We will accompany you all the way from Jianzong to the place where the accident happened, looking side by side, maybe we can find Guan Bo's body?"

The corners of Chu Mo's lips raised, and he nodded: "Okay."

Seeing that Chu Mo's expression was finally not so dead, the tenth junior brother smiled and slapped his chest: "It's okay, don't say you are not a demon cultivator, even if you really become a demon cultivator, we will still cover you."

Chu Mo: ...All right.

Before he had time to say anything, a melody sounded in the air, and the sixth junior brother who was playing the flute suddenly saw everyone looking at him, and he scratched his cheek in embarrassment: "I heard from my master that after hearing the news of his death in the ice cave, I lost my mind. , in a daze. Presumably the body was seriously injured and the impact was too great, which hurt the soul, so I played a soothing song."

stupid!

That was before, and the current him, from the inside to the outside, from the soul to the body, has been healed by the one back then, and he has already been reborn.

It was rare for him to see these cubs comforting him so much for the first time, and Chu Mo was deeply moved for a moment, his eyes reflected the fire, and there were stars shining inside.

"Hey, don't cry, how old are you?" The third junior brother hurriedly said, "You cheat on food and drink on weekdays, don't you think you are so fragile?"

Chu Mo's voice was hoarse: "You guys care about me so much, it's really, really..."

His voice became lower and lower, and Chu Mo even lowered his head. It was the first time seeing Chu Mo, whose face was thicker than the city wall, shed tears. All ten people panicked: "Don't be polite, don't be polite. It's our master, right?"

While everyone was comforting him, Chu Mo, who seemed to be crying bitterly with his head buried, quickly grabbed the sapphire sheep on the fire, and disappeared without a trace: "Since you are so sensible, why don't you use all the sapphire sheep?" Come and honor your teacher!"

Ten disciples: "???"

The author has something to say:

I was planning to release a detailed episode, so I will briefly mention it today, and the remaining two-thirds of the content will be written about big brothers.

I didn't expect to write it on the top, I wrote it all...

As far as the master's matter is concerned, I am not sure if there is a side story, but it should not be in the main text.