Ten thousand people think that the brother is reborn

Lin Zhi looked at his leaving back, her heart throbbed, she was obviously very happy with the young man, but every time she could only say something that hurt him, her fingers were unconsciously clenched tightly, and there were bleeding marks on her palm, especially I don't know it.

[What does it feel like to love someone? 】

[That is to drive away everyone around him, so that he can only rely on me. 】

Lin Zhi was originally a little beggar, without father or mother, and grew up eating a lot of food.

But he is also a little liar who likes to pretend to be wronged.

In this era where cultivating immortals is revered, the little beggar has no ambitions, but just wants to find a good place to hang out.

There was once a half-blind old fortune-teller who said that he was a scourge, a lone star of heavenly evil, and that anyone who came into contact with him would be destroyed.

Lin Zhi didn't think so, how could he be lonely for the rest of his life if he was so popular?

It's just a set of lies made up by a person who is full of nonsense, who can't do it?

It was mentioned earlier that the people on Fuxue Peak all look like immortals.

The little boy was sitting on the ground dirty, and Fuxue Peak was obviously the most ideal place.

But how could he have the ability to go to Fuxue Peak?

But God always takes care of this wonderful boy, just like every time he goes to beg, someone always gives him a lot of money and wants to take him away.

But he was unwilling to go with these people. Although staying in the ruined temple as a beggar was often bullied, it was better than being taken away by those people with malicious intentions.

One day, a person who looked like a banishment landed in this messy dilapidated temple, casually glanced at the beggars who gathered together, fixed his eyes on him, and said: "If this kind of fate stays in the mortal world , will inevitably lead to big mistakes when you grow up."

At that time, who knew the meaning of these words.

Just like that, the dirty young man was taken away in a daze, enjoying the envious eyes of others.

See, I am indeed loved by others.

As if in a dream, he put on clean and soft clothes and became Fuxue Peak's little junior, no longer that little beggar in the mortal world.

Everyone is strong, even the beggars at the foot of the mountain are no exception.

Life in Fuxue Peak is very good, there are four senior brothers on it, but only those three senior brothers are really useless.

However, he was protected meticulously by his master and senior brothers, like a blank sheet of paper, not understanding the sufferings of the world and the inherent evil of human nature.

When they first met, they even happily called out "Little Junior Brother".

He saw all this in his eyes and chuckled disdainfully, so what?

Everything about this boy in white will belong to me, Lin Zhi.

Afterwards, he obediently did everything, always pretending to be puzzled to pester Master Fuqing Jianzun, so that he would have no time to care about the third senior brother.

And it's even easier for others, as long as they quietly provoke, they... will start arguing by themselves.

The young man shook his head innocently and aggrieved: "Senior brother, I didn't do anything!"

Gradually, everyone turned their attention to him.

If junior brother is synonymous with beauty, then third brother is selfish.

The two became the two extremes of Fuxue Peak, and Lin Zhi smiled as if she had succeeded.

Useless people should stay in that dark place without light.

But later, it was the coldest time on Fuxue Peak, and the snow was falling heavily, and the charcoal fire in the room was burning extremely well, making the whole person feel warm when immersed in it.

But that useless third senior brother died at this moment.

He couldn't believe it, how could he... die?How could a monk die so easily?

The boy lowered his head, said that he slipped and fell into the lake, and never came out again.

The senior brothers were also stunned for a moment, then smiled again, as if they didn't care, and protected their little senior brother to leave the lake where the boy in white was buried.

The little brother looked back, presumably, the corpse had already been soaked to pieces... The third brother is so pitiful, no one cared about him after his death, not even a body collector.

That night, the snow fell more and more heavily, he squeezed the cold protection beads he begged from the third senior brother, returned to the lake, and jumped in.

He still said in his mouth, "It's just that I don't want this person to die and have nowhere to go!"

At the end of winter, the lake water is freezing cold, and even cultivators find it hard to resist.

Did the third brother shiver from the cold when he fell in?

He searched in the lake for a long time, and finally saw the dead Third Senior Brother, but the man was just lying quietly at the bottom of the lake without making a sound.

Looking at the young man who seemed to be in a deep sleep, Lin Zhi always felt that the lake water also had the salty taste of tears.

Of course, all this is not over. After Fuqing Jianzun heard the news, his hair turned gray in an instant.

He kept saying, "I shouldn't have taken him up the mountain..."

But it was closed in two days.

The brothers also began to criticize him, as if they had come to their senses, regretting what they had done.

The young man shook his head innocently and aggrievedly: "I didn't do anything!"

In this way, after the playful and troublesome third senior brother disappeared, Fuxue Peak gradually became deserted.

Everyone went down the mountain, and when they met again, they were like enemies with bloody feuds.

This is how the huge division exists, in name only.

March in Yangchun is the time when the peach blossoms are at their peak.

Lin Zhi was walking on the bustling street, and suddenly remembered what the old fortune-teller said when she was young.

Can't help laughing wryly, it really is the lone star of Tiansha, the master's family is broken up, the third senior brother died, and he became a person again.

In the days that followed, he went to many places... Fortunately, he learned a lot of skills during his time in Fuxue Peak, so he won't starve to death.

I have experienced a lot, and I have also looked down a lot.

But there was one thing that Lin Zhi could never forget.

What is it?

He put his hands on his cheeks, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Why did the third senior brother die?He didn't want him to die, he regretted it, really regretted it.

How can the dead be resurrected?Regret turned into strands of thread, entangled him breathlessly.

A few years later, Lin Zhi had a premonition that his time was approaching, so he returned to Fuxue Peak again.

At that time, after he fished the third brother from the lake, he sealed him in an ice coffin to protect his body from corruption.

He looked at the boy's face as before, and the boy in white with a bright smile appeared in his mind.

It turned out that he just didn't want everyone to spoil the third senior brother.

It turned out that as early as the first time I met this pure white and flawless boy, he walked in from outside the hall and called out "Little Junior Brother" briskly, it had already been etched into his mind.

The little liar who loves to pretend to be wronged has deceived everyone, including himself.

He had long fallen in love with that useless third senior brother.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

But what's the use of saying all this now?

His mind was in a mess, and everything in the past appeared before him like a revolving lantern.

Lin Zhi sat next to the ice coffin regretfully, at the moment of death, her eyes were full of the boy in white.

……

In the chaos, he opened his eyes again, and heard the gentle words of Fuqing Jianzun:

"Your third senior brother should be here soon, but don't bully him."

Immediately, the young man in white walked into the hall with a few strands of love.

He looked at the scene in front of him, a little unbelievable, tears blurred his vision.

He smiled, broadly.

Then I heard myself say: "It turns out that cultivators can also catch wind and cold."

God, always bless him.

This is... back to the time when everything hadn't even started yet.