Ten thousand people think that the brother is reborn

As soon as Yu Jinfu stepped out of the house, the door behind him quickly closed, as if he was extremely unwelcome.

Hearing the loud noise behind him, he could not help but smile wryly twice, his complexion was ashen, his eyes dimmed, every step he took seemed to exhaust all the strength in his body, and it was very strenuous.

Everything he experienced just now was simply the most frustrating moment in his life, as if a glass of bitter and extremely strong wine was drank in one gulp, burning his whole body with pain.

Like thousands of ants gnawing away at the bones, it was an irresistible pain.

I don't know how long it has been walking like this, Yu Jin breathed heavily, and finally seemed to collapse.

Covering his face with his hands and squatting in a wet and cold corner, tears overflowed from between his fingers.

"Brother is wrong... Yunzhou..."

"Brother is really wrong..."

"Can you forgive me..."

The man who usually loves face and cleanliness very much, now hides, weeping bitterly, unable to control himself.

But all of this can't be blamed on others, but it's all his own fault.

Although Yu Jin was driven away, Luo Yunzhou's sense of boredom did not dissipate.

After all, Yu Jin is just an insignificant person to him now.

But now he wants to leave here, but he still has to see Sword Master Fuqing.

He passed out before, and it can't be regarded as a real meeting.

And Fuqing Sword Master never showed up after bringing him back, and the intention was obvious——

It was waiting for him to speak.

Thinking of this, Luo Yunzhou leaned against the side of the table, closed his eyes, and pinched the space between his brows wearily.

Sure enough, as long as there is anything related to Fu Xuefeng, it will become exhausting.

But rather than staying here, Luo Yunzhou would rather fight to the death with Sword Master Fuqing.

Anyway, it's just a dead word.

Luo Yunzhou got up, opened the door, and walked towards the cold and impersonal hall in his memory.

It's just that he didn't know if it was an illusion, Luo Yunzhou only felt that the wound left after being punished by Fuqing Sword Master at that time began to ache again.

Together with the previous life.

But those injuries obviously healed a long time ago, and now there is not even a scar left.

Luo Yunzhou also knew that it was his own heart that was causing trouble.

When he was young, he respected Sword Master Fu Qing and loved to pester Master Sword Fu Qing, but if he really compared it, what he was most afraid of——

He is also Fuqing Sword Master.

The man just glanced at him lightly, and Luo Yunzhou felt chills all over his body.

In the previous life, because of Lin Zhi and Yu Chen, Luo Yunzhou had been punished a lot, and he never softened his heart every time he helped Qing Jianzun.

The strength of his subordinates has not been weakened because he is still a teenager.

Every time the vines with thorns fell on his body, Luo Yunzhou only felt more pain in his heart——

Because his most respected and beloved master did not trust him.

After recovering, Luo Yunzhou couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Thinking of the fourth junior brother who smiled innocently but loved to tease him, Luo Yunzhou felt a little uncomfortable.

I just hope that right now, I won't run into Yu Chen again, and just don't provoke each other.

After all, he was a little tired of coping.

Luo Yunzhou walked towards the top of Fuxue Peak along the route he remembered.

After so many years, Fuxue Peak remains unchanged.

Thin snow covers the mountains.Insipid and plain, without a trace of popularity.

Luo Yunzhou doesn't have a sword now, and all the treasures of talismans and seals have been thrown away. Now if he wants to go up, he has to walk obediently.

But Fuxue Peak is extremely tall and huge, and the road is so difficult.

The young man in white is now alone, his eyes are indifferent.

The black hair like a crow's feathers fell in front of him, and the injuries he had suffered before hadn't fully healed, making his complexion even paler.

I'm afraid that if there is a wind blowing at this moment, it can shake the young man a few times.

But when he looked over again, he saw those red lips, which were breathtakingly red and sultry.

Occasionally panting a few times, you can still vaguely see the wet and soft tip of the tongue inside.

Watching it made the mouth dry and tongue dry, and the desire in my heart was rampant.

But fortunately, there was no one around the young man in white.No one can get a glimpse of this beauty.

The wind in the mountains was whistling, like the wailing of innocent souls.

Everything in this fairy mountain is not like ordinary things, and the wind is naturally not an ordinary strong wind.

Instead, it can make monks feel bitingly cold.

After all, the wind is invisible and tasteless, and it can blow into the monk's body in the slightest, making it difficult to defend.

This is exactly the intention of Fuqing Sword Master.

In the previous life, because of Yu Chen's teasing, Luo Yunzhou was punished by Fu Qing Jianzun to kneel here for a day and a night.

At that time, Yu Chen was next to Lin Zhi, looking at his already flushed eyes mockingly, and took his bewilderment as a joke and conversation material.

Luo Yunzhou didn't even know what he had done to make the fourth junior brother who was clinging to him and said he wanted to grow up with him hate him so much.

It wasn't until he died that he slowly understood that sometimes there may be no reason to hate someone.

At first, he was still able to protect himself with spiritual power to resist for a while.

But after all, his cultivation base is still shallow, and the spiritual power in his body will soon be exhausted.

Luo Yunzhou couldn't forget, couldn't forget the feeling when the cold wind mixed with fine snow fell on his body.

The blood in his body seemed to have been completely frozen, and he couldn't even do a simple movement of raising his hand.

Later, he couldn't bear it any longer, held back his sore nose, and called over and over again, Master, Junior Brother...

But until his voice became hoarse, his eyes darkened, and his consciousness began to blur, no one paid attention to him.

It was as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, and no one was willing to help him.

Everyone is watching his jokes.

He still remembered what Yu Chen said at that time, like sharp knives, piercing his heart one by one.

"Who wants you to always compete with Junior Brother Lin! You have to blame for this!"

Yu Chen's cultivation was not too high at that time, and he was wearing a thick winter coat, accusing him loudly.

Like Luo Yunzhou did something heinous.

Luo Yunzhou was extremely wronged at the time, but he still gritted his teeth and knelt down, but he clearly did nothing, why did he always say it was his fault? ?

What did he do wrong?

Who will tell him...

Later, Yu Chen got tired of cursing and left.

And Luo Yunzhou... After kneeling all night, Luo Yunzhou fell into the snow.

After that, he developed a high fever for several days and fell into a coma.

Since then, he has become more afraid of the cold.

……

Scenes of the past that he thought he had forgotten emerged in Luo Yunzhou's mind, lingering.

Maybe he still has a little obsession with this place in his heart, but he is not that obsessed after all.

Thinking about it now, I was just like a bystander, thinking that I was really stupid when I was young, and I shouldn't still be thinking about begging for mercy.

Luo Yunzhou lowered his eyes, concealed his expression, and used his spiritual power to protect himself little by little.

Now he is no longer as weak as before, and he is enough to protect himself from harm.

He doesn't need to rely on people.

About halfway through the journey, Luo Yunzhou raised his head and looked around, and he could already see a corner of the hall.

Before the corners of his lips could be raised, a bewildered and helpless voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Brother..."

"Is that you……"