The villain is my brother

What kind of enemy makes people despair?

Master Xuanjing spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, he was in a mess, panting like a cow, but his eyes were fixed on the man in the blue shirt in front of him.

The man in the green shirt looked at his torn cuffs, and found it very interesting, and even praised Master Xuanjing: "You deserve to be called No. 1 under the Tribulation, you can actually break through my defense, you really have some strength .If you hadn’t had to die, I even had the idea of ​​taking you as an apprentice.”

Master Xuanjing twitched the corners of his mouth in self-deprecating after hearing this, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

The so-called despair means that one blow with all one's strength can only damage the opponent's clothes, and there is no power to fight back.

"Why bother to say this hypocritically, kill as much as you want, even if you want to, I don't bother to worship you as a teacher." Master Xuanjing snorted coldly, swallowing the blood that gushed back from his throat, and saw him yelling loudly, with the fear of death. With determination, he rushed to the man in the green shirt.

Even if a moth flies into the flame, he will only die standing up, and will never live on his knees!

Master Xuanjing mobilized all his spiritual energy, even overdrawing his lifespan in exchange for the last spell - the original clear sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds gathered in the sky, there was faint thunder roaring, silver light looming, And such a large formation is only for dealing with one enemy.

——An enemy that Master Xuanjing must defeat.

"You can actually attract thunder, your talent is indeed very high, in time you might be able to surpass me." The man in the blue shirt looked at Jie Yun and exclaimed, with regret that could not be concealed in his tone.

Master Xuanjing knew that ordinary spells were just tickling for him, so he chose to fight to attract thunder, maybe even hurt himself.

It's just a pity...

When Master Xuanjing rushed in front of the man in green shirt, Lei Jie slammed down. The terrifying coercion turned the courtyard into ruins, and even the sign hanging at the door broke in half when it was caught in the air, and fell deeply into the ground. on the ground.

"Actually, I still cherish talents." The man in the green shirt said to himself, then threw something into the sky——

The huge formation suddenly unfolded, turning into an indestructible shield to catch all Jie Yun, and the attack of Master Xuanjing was only half a foot away from him, and he couldn't go any further.

——He is not afraid of thunder disaster at all.

"puff--"

The sound of something penetrating the body, so clear.

Master Xuanjing finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, he lowered his head, and pierced his body with one hand.

In the next second, Master Xuanjing was thrown away by the green shirt man like a piece of garbage, and fell heavily on the ground.

The man in the green shirt was also curiously watching the warm blood dripping from his hands, and suddenly realized: "It turns out that the blood of a genius is also red."

"thank you for telling me."

The man in the blue shirt walked slowly to the side of Master Xuanjing, whose life and death were unknown, with his hands behind his back. He smiled clearly, but kicked Master Xuanjing hard enough.

Master Xuanjing snorted, his clothes were soaked in blood, his eyes became mottled and red.

"But what I hate the most is geniuses."

"So, please go to hell."

……

"Oh!"

It was the violent sound of the body hitting a hard object.

"Brother!" Li Zhishan exclaimed, and ran over like flying.

Li Zhishan's voice was brought back to Xuanqing, the distracted capital. Only then did he realize that he accidentally lost his strength and knocked Gu Jia away, and ran over to visit Gu Jia in a panic.

Gu Jia over there was lying in the ruins when he was knocked out, with a stream of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he seemed to have passed out.

Li Zhishan's heart tightened, and he quickly grabbed Gu Jia's hand and examined it carefully. He found that although the injury was serious, fortunately there was no irreparable root cause of the disease.

Xuan Qing quickly took the elixir and fed it to Gu Jia, and Gu Jia's breathing became much more stable after a while.

"Sovereign, although it was the brother who asked for the training on his own initiative, you can't do it so lightly!" Seeing Gu Jia's appearance, Li Zhishan was so distressed that he even criticized Xuan Qing in a moment of anger. As soon as he said it, he regretted it.

Even if Xuan Qing is wrong, it is not something that a junior like him can scold at will.

"Sovereign...I...I didn't mean that..." Li Zhishan hesitated to speak.

Xuan Qing waved his hand, didn't care about Li Zhishan's offense, instead he hammered his head in annoyance, the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger, he asked Li Zhishan to take good care of Gu Jia and left in a hurry.

Before he had gone far, he saw the elders all coming to him at the same time, and they must have felt something.

Several people looked at each other and realized that something terrible had happened.

The real Xuanjing's face flashed in Xuanqing's mind inexplicably, and he couldn't help frowning worriedly.

Uncle...

……

Qin Moyu couldn't believe that the ruins in front of him were the yard he was familiar with. His feet seemed to be filled with lead, and they were extremely heavy without taking a step. He stumbled towards the yard. The closer he got to the yard, the faster his breathing became. The burnt smell is extremely pungent.

How could this be...what the hell happened...

Walking in the ruined yard, he felt dizzy and dizzy, and opened his mouth. The storm in his heart reached his mouth, but he could only let out a mournful sob like a trapped animal.

Where are you, Master?

Qin Moyu was anxious, and frantically searched the yard, hoping that the old Taoist would suddenly appear from some corner and say that all this was just a joke.

but.

Nothing left.

Qin Moyu tripped over a protruding stone on the ground in a daze. He didn't care about the mud between his fingers or how much dirt his clothes were stained. He struggled to get up, but no matter how many times he searched the yard, he brought How many times did I call Master in a crying voice, but I still didn't see the person I wanted to see.

Until he saw brown blood stains from the messy soil traces and unburned wooden beams, a possibility like crazy weeds took root in his heart, and the self-deception and traceable truth that did not want to believe in reality was in his head There was a rumbling explosion.

But the facts are the facts, no matter how Qin Moyu persuaded himself, he couldn't control the four words that popped out of his mind - the master is dead.

Moreover, his body was destroyed, and there was no trace of his existence anymore.

The familiar home turned into ruins, and the person who said he was waiting for his return also disappeared into the ruins, and he couldn't even see the last side.

Qin Moyu knelt down in the ruins in pain, his tears rolled down to the ground like broken beads, and merged into the scorched land again, he opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

The pain was so extreme that even the tears were silent.

No one saw it, a cold light flashed in the dark, and when Qin Moyu was immersed in grief without any precautions, the attacker who had planned for a long time rushed out and stabbed Qin Moyu fiercely.

At the critical moment, the remnant soul deep in Qin Moyu's soul suddenly burst into a strong light, and at the same time the jade pendant around his neck was also shaking. The attacker's attack was blocked by the shield expanded by the jade pendant. Appearing out of nowhere, he slapped his attacker hard in the hand.

Seeing the frost continuously spread up the palm, the attacker gritted his teeth and cut off the arm from the middle with the sword in the other hand.With a muffled snort, his arm fell off, blood sprayed out, and a few drops splashed on Qin Moyu's face.

He knew that he was defeated by Qin Moyu, and he didn't like to fight, so he turned around and ran away.

But within a few steps, a dirt wall burst out from the bottom of his feet and blocked his retreat.

He turned his head and saw Qin Moyu standing up from the ground, his clothes were covered with mud and dust, and countless red lotus flames surrounded the two of them in the blink of an eye.

"Where is Master..."

Qin Moyu's voice was hoarse, his glass-like eyes turned dark, and the intertwining of sadness and anger made him lose his mind, and the blood on his face was like blood and tears flowing from the bottom of his heart.

And as he used the red lotus fire without restraint, the strange pattern on his face continued to deepen and change, and the remnant soul tried his best to stop the pattern from spreading.

The assailant, realizing that he was inescapable, raised his sword to understand himself, but never got the chance again.

"tell me!"

Qin Moyu shouted angrily, and countless red lotus flames fell like raindrops, blasting deep and shallow ice pits on the ground.

The last sliver of rationality prevented Qin Moyu from killing the attacker, but the red lotus fire instantly froze the attacker's limbs, and the pain and numbness of the chapped skin filled the whole body. The biting cold made the attacker short of breath, and his eyes turned black.

cold.

it's too cold.

The assailant made a painful sound of "uh uh" from his throat, and the cold that pierced his soul slowed down his thinking.

Qin Moyu walked in front of him at some point, grabbed the attacker's neck with one hand, his fingertips turned blue and white, and stared straight at the attacker.

His eyes were empty, like jade stones that had lost their luster. His hands trembled when he spoke, but he still said word by word: "Tell me, where is Master."

Qin Moyu's voice became hoarse and dull, and he grabbed the attacker's fingers harder, and his nails pierced the attacker's skin, oozing a little scarlet.

The attacker was panting desperately like a dying fish. He wanted to push Qin Moyu away from pinching his hand, but his limbs remained motionless. The long-term lack of oxygen made his pupils lose focus, and finally couldn't bear the torture and struggled to spit out two Word: "Dead......"

In just two words, Qin Moyu felt as if all his strength had been pulled out of his body in an instant, and he let go of his hand, and the attacker fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

The last hope was also shattered, Qin Moyu finally despaired, he frantically used the red lotus fire on the attacker, until he was exhausted and could no longer use the red lotus fire, and then fell powerlessly to the ground.

The large-scale red lotus fire made everything around it white, as if it had just snowed heavily on a sunny afternoon.

Qin Moyu just sat blankly in the snow-capped ruins, with his head bowed, as if his soul had been taken away by someone, leaving only a shell.

When Shen Yebai rushed over, he saw such a desperate Qin Moyu.

"Mo Yu!"

Shen Yebai couldn't believe it when he saw the ruined yard, but he wanted to understand what happened here.

The place where he has been living has been destroyed, and the life and death of the master who is as close as father and son is unknown. These blows are too sudden, how can Qin Moyu bear it?

Shen Yebai threw down the things he bought for Qin Moyu. Seeing Qin Moyu like this, his heart ached. He knelt down on one knee, holding Qin Moyu in his arms with trembling hands.

"Sorry, I am late."

At this time, Shen Yebai hated herself so much for leaving, leaving Qin Moyu to face such a painful reality alone.

Qin Moyu turned a deaf ear to Shen Yebai's words, and he still stared blankly at the ground, like a puppet that had lost its soul, without any reaction to the outside world.

Shen Yebai felt very sad seeing Qin Moyu become like this, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only hug Qin Moyu tightly, trying to wake Qin Moyu up.

"Momo, look at me, look at me. If you feel uncomfortable, cry out, don't hold it in your heart, it will only make you more uncomfortable." Shen Yebai begged bitterly, for fear that Qin Moyu would do something stupid if he couldn't think about it.

Qin Moyu didn't respond, and let Shen Yebai hug him.

They are so close together in the snow-capped photos, their bodies are clearly close at hand, but they seem to be far away in the world.

I don't know how long it took, until Shen Yebai's knees were numb when he knelt down, Qin Moyu stretched out his hand stiffly, and gently hugged Shen Yebai back, his fingers tightly pulled Shen Yebai's clothes, as if grabbing the last breath. A life-saving straw.

"Mo Yu!" Shen Yebai's heart tightened.

"Yebai..."

Qin Moyu's voice was full of tears, and Shen Yebai's heart almost broke when he heard it.

Qin Moyu closed his eyes, and the days and nights he spent with his master kept flashing back in his mind, and finally broke down and buried his head in Shen Yebai's shoulder, crying heart-piercingly.

Shen Yebai hugged Qin Moyu tightly, every cry of Qin Moyu was like a knife piercing his heart, it was heart-piercing pain, but he could not bear the pain instead of Qin Moyu, he could only pat Qin Moyu on the back lightly , giving meager comfort.

Qin Moyu cried for a long time, his eyes were red from crying, and he leaned against Shen Yebai exhaustedly, until the end of crying, he even passed out because of his grief.

"Mo Yu?" Shen Yebai called softly, but Qin Moyu still didn't respond.

Shen Yebai moved his legs that were numb from not moving for a long time, and changed his position to carefully hug Qin Moyu in his arms.

In order to prevent Qin Moyu from being overly sad and hurting his body, Shen Yebai tried his best to feed him some elixir, and also helped him clear up the chaotic aura in his body due to the disordered mind, but the symptoms were not cured, no matter how hard Shen Yebai tried It just made Qin Moyu go from unconsciousness to deep sleep.

Even in his dream, Qin Moyu frowned tightly, his long eyelashes trembling uncomfortably, his hands clenched tightly, soaked in sadness and unable to extricate himself.

The sun is getting late, and the evening has taken away the last remaining warmth in the world. When night falls, there are only cold stars hanging sparsely in the sky.

Shen Yebai sorted out a fairly clean place, took off his coat and spread it on the floor, and carefully placed Qin Moyu on it. It was cold at night, and Shen Yebai made Qin Moyu sleep more comfortably.

In this way, Shen Yebai lit a fire in the ruins, accompanied by ice and snow.

He looked at the small fire, and Qin Moyu with his eyes still closed, and decided to pick up some more branches on the way up the mountain.

But as soon as Shen Yebai left, Qin Moyu opened his eyes, and when Shen Yebai came back, he saw him sitting beside the fire with his arms around his knees, staring intently at the fire.

"Mo Yu..." Shen Yebai hesitated to speak while hugging the branch.

Qin Moyu suddenly buried half of his face in his lap, only his eyes were exposed, and he said in a muffled voice, "Yebai, I'm a little cold."

Shen Yebai hastily threw the branch into the orange flames, the sound of crackling flames broke the tranquility of the mountain night, but it couldn't fill the emptiness in his heart.

"It's still cold..." Qin Moyu hugged his knees tightly, and his voice became more and more dull.

Qin Moyu hasn't felt cold for a long time since he had Honglian Karma in his life, but now he feels cold.

——The cold wind that penetrated from a leaky place in his heart blew into his limbs and bones, his teeth chattered from the cold, and it would be futile to let the fire burn.

Shen Yebai didn't say much, but silently took out a black robe and put it on Qin Moyu's body. At the same time, he sat beside Qin Moyu, his body pressed against Qin Moyu, and said in a low voice, "Then I'll be closer to you, it's so warm."

Qin Moyu reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth. He wanted to smile and say that he was fine, but he only showed a smile that was uglier than crying. Finally, he gave up and just said softly, "Thank you, Yebai."

If Shen Yebai hadn't been with him all the time, even Qin Moyu wasn't sure if he would be devastated, crazy or desperate because of this blow.

Shen Yebai shook his head, and gently held Qin Moyu's cold hand, without any charm, but simply wanted to pass his own warmth to Qin Moyu.

Perhaps it was only the sound of flames beating at night that made people feel lonely and made people want to talk. Qin Moyu leaned his head on Shen Yebai's shoulder and asked suddenly: "Yebai, do you know how strange Master is?"

Shen Yebai knew that Qin Moyu didn't really want to ask himself, nor did he really want him to answer, so he didn't speak, but quietly acted as the listener.

Sure enough, Qin Moyu started talking to himself.

"He's really weird...a strange old man with a grumpy temper...even though his cultivation level is not high, he knows a lot of things and can always bring out a lot of treasures. Because of these, I wondered if he was some kind of big man with a hidden identity. Yes, but his proficiency in cooking for me made me dispel my guess. After all, just because I said I wanted to eat, I went down the mountain to find a cook to learn how to cook for three months. The pitiful look eagerly looking forward to going down the mountain—"

"He always wears a tattered Taoist robe. I asked him why he didn't wear it when he had better clothes. He said that this dress has a special meaning. Later I found out that it was the clothes I wore that day when I was a child. I cried when I didn't get this dress, and before I knew it I was taller than him, but he got used to wearing that dress."

"In the past, he was most afraid of me crying. Every time I made him angry, I just pouted, and he lost his anger. He was afraid that I would cry—even though he knew it was me pretending to cry."

"He said that when I was young, I cried only when there was thunder but not rain, but the thunder was enough for him. He hoped that I would always be smiling and happy..."

"The vine trellis was set up by Master and I. Because I like to eat grapes, he planted them. As a result, the grapes did not bear fruit a few times, and the vine trellis became a place for him to hide things. Every time I asked him to quit The wine, he said it was good, he hid the wine under it in a blink of an eye, and deliberately put a rocking chair on it, lying on it every day for fear that I would find it."

"He is not good at carving, because he always has no patience to do those meticulous work. The jade pendant he gave me on my birthday is already the most successful one after he secretly practiced for a long time. The engraving is ugly and funny... How do I know... Because I saw the waste he threw in the river at the back mountain that day, this stupid master thought the river would take them away, but he didn't expect that the river would be blocked because there were too many of them."

"Obviously we know everything, but we all tacitly pretend not to know."

"He didn't know anything before, but the more I grow up, he seems to know everything again." Qin Moyu raised his eyes, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were covered with mist.

"I miss him so much." Qin Moyu's voice became lower and lower, as soft as a whisper in a dream, and it seemed to come from afar, and it was blown away in a gust of wind.

"You still have me." Shen Yebai shook Qin Moyu's hand comfortingly, and said in a deep voice, "I will help you find the murderer."

"I've found it." Qin Moyu half closed his eyelids, his voice much colder.

"Who?"

"Burning."

Shen Yebai was taken aback by the unexpected name.

"I found this from that person when you left." Qin Moyu sat up straight, glanced at a corner, and looked back indifferently, a storage bag appeared in his hand.

This storage bag was not only found from the assailant, but also had a word embroidered on it: burn.

The pattern of the embroidery was exactly the same as the storage bag that Qin Moyu saw that night that Nan Xun stole from Fen Yan.

Qin Moyu, who has read the original novel, knows that Fen Yan is a cannon fodder character with small stomachs, but he never thought that, just because of where he was that night, Fen Yan would be so relentless in searching for himself, even at the expense of burning down the sect and killing him. Master.

When Qin Moyu found this storage bag, he felt extremely ironic.

He painstakingly persuaded the old Taoist priest to leave the place of the sect in the original book, and move to such a barren mountain to avoid the disaster of exterminating the family caused by the male lead.

"I've just been thinking about—"

"To some extent, I am also the culprit who killed Master."

Qin Moyu said quietly.

"you are not!"

Shen Yebai looked at Qin Moyu disapprovingly, for fear that Qin Moyu would think too much: "What happened that night had nothing to do with you, and you were implicated by accident. No one would have thought that things turned out like this. If your master knew that you thought so will scold you."

"But if it wasn't for me...if it wasn't for me meddling in other people's business...how could the sect be destroyed, how could the master have no bones left..."

"No one wants to do this, you are not wrong, the one who really deserves to die is Fen Yan." Shen Yebai pursed his lips, and hugged Qin Moyu distressedly.

Qin Moyu closed his eyes in pain. It's not that he didn't understand these principles, but there was always a voice in his mind telling him that he was the one who killed Master.

That voice was like a curse, constantly impacting Qin Moyu's already riddled heart.

Shen Yebai couldn't bear to see Qin Moyu in such pain, but he didn't know how to comfort Qin Moyu. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the broken grape vine trellis, and suddenly thought of something, and quietly left Qin Moyu's side.

"Mo Yu, open your eyes and take a look."

Shen Yebai said softly.

Qin Moyu raised his eyes, and there were several jars of familiar wine in front of him.

"This is……"

Master's wine.

Qin Moyu stared blankly at the wine jar.

"I dug it out from under the pergola, but unfortunately there are only a few jars left." Shen Yebai sighed slightly, and sat down cross-legged.

Shen Yebai took a jar of wine and opened the seal. The rich aroma of wine and rice made people drunk. He didn't know where to find two bad bowls. Although they were incomplete, they should be fine for drinking.

"Isn't Mo Yu's master the favorite drinker? Since you can't get out, let him help you get out." Shen Yebai picked up the wine jar, poured wine into the bowl, filled it and handed it to Qin Moyu.

Qin Moyu took the bowl with both hands, and the clear wine reflected his haggard face. He smelled the familiar aroma of the wine, and felt that Master was beside him in a trance.

wine...

Holding the bowl in his hands, Qin Moyu suddenly raised his head and drank it dry. It was as hot as fire and made him choke several times. It was a familiar smell of wine, and it tasted as strong as he remembered.

In the past, Qin Moyu was coaxed and tricked by the old Taoist priest to take a small sip of wine, and it was easy to blush like that, wrinkled his face and said that he would not drink or not. drink.

Because he drank too fast, the wine wet his clothes.

Qin Moyu's neck to face was completely red because of the wine, his eyes were confused, he was obviously drunk, but he still poured himself bowl after bowl, and finally even hugged the wine jar to drink, Shen Yebai couldn't stop him .

Qin Moyu hugged the wine jar with a sad expression, crying and laughing: "Ye, Yebai...why...why is this wine...so bitter..."

Qin Moyu shook his head while saying that it was too bitter, rambling on who he was talking to.

"Such a bitter wine...why...why does Master like to drink it..."

"It's obviously not good to drink! Why!"

"Why……"

"Why on earth!" Qin Moyu almost roared out these words, with tears in his eyes, he fell to the ground completely drunk, still holding the wine jar tightly in his hands and refused to let go.

Even when he was drunk on the ground, he was still muttering "why" to himself, as if he was questioning the person who left him, why did he leave him alone.

Qin Moyu finally fell asleep again.

He dreamed of an endless corridor, long as if it had no end, he was chasing that figure, and he was about to catch it, but he couldn't catch anything when he rushed over, he was crying like a child, someone was gentle Hugged him tightly, patted his back, and gradually stopped sobbing in the unknown song that the man hummed.

Shen Yebai wiped away the tears from Qin Moyu's eyes, and gently kissed him on the forehead.

Go to sleep, Momo.

The night was cold and long, but fortunately the east was getting whiter and the sun was rising, and all the pain would eventually pass.

……

The faceless man sat on the stone, saw the man in the blue shirt leisurely walking beside him and asked, "Is it resolved?"

"Almost." The man in the green shirt shrugged and said casually.

The faceless man said dissatisfiedly: "If it's solved, it's solved. If it's not solved, it's not solved. What do you mean by almost?"

"Tsk, it doesn't hinder your plan anyway." The man in the green shirt didn't want to say more.

The faceless man hit a soft nail and felt dissatisfied, but he couldn't force the man in the green shirt to speak out, so he could only figure it out by himself, and finally understood why he was so secretive.

"Forget it." Although the faceless man is dissatisfied, as long as it doesn't affect his plan, he's fine.

"Where are you going next?" the man in the green shirt asked.

"Xizhou."

"Oh?"

This destination surprised the man in the green shirt. Just at this time, he received the news from his subordinates. He looked down at the wooden sign in his hand, and was immediately happy when he saw the message: "What a coincidence, the Nanzhou royal family also started acted."

"What do you mean?" the faceless man said in a low voice.

"They said that the Nanzhou royal family is gathering troops and preparing to send troops to Xizhou."

……

Royal study.

Shen Sheng had just finished approving a batch of memorials, and before he could catch his breath, a new memorial was presented. He rubbed his swollen temples, sighed resignedly, and continued to critique the papers.

But God made up his mind not to let him be safe.

"Brother—"

He came first before anyone arrived, and Shen Sheng didn't even bother to lift his head when he knew it was Shen Yu.

Only Shen Yu was so indifferent, he broke into the imperial study room without notification, and made a lot of noise.

Shen Yu, dressed in military uniform, stepped into the imperial study in the blink of an eye, walked to Shen Sheng's case, was very dissatisfied with Shen Sheng's behavior of concentrating on criticizing papers and ignoring himself, and called him in a drawn-out voice, like a ghost.

"Brother Huang~Brother Huang~Brother Huang~look at me——"

"What's the matter!" Shen Sheng got a headache from being called, and angrily threw down the folder, and when he looked up and saw his attire, his face immediately turned dark.

"What are you doing dressed like this? You went to the barracks again to cause trouble for me? Where's General Qi? Didn't you follow him to learn the art of war? Why are you running around again!"

Shen Sheng's reprimands beat Shen Yu dizzy like a cannonball, and he stood there stupidly, falling into deep self-doubt.

I'm so unbearable, did Brother Huang think I did something bad when he saw me? !

"That's right, you just don't let me worry about it." Shen Sheng said bluntly.

Shen Yu looked shocked: Has my royal brother finally learned the magic of reading people's minds!

"Don't put on such a stupid look, everything you think is almost written on your face, don't I know?" Shen Sheng said angrily.

Sometimes Shen Sheng wondered if his mother and concubine had the wrong child. Shen Yu grew up with him, but he lived a more heartless life than anyone else. He didn't learn any of those tricks, and he was so straightforward.

Shen Yu was wronged: "Brother Huang dislikes me for being stupid again, if you scold me again, I will go to my mother and concubine to complain that you bullied me!"

Shen Sheng almost suffocated when he heard this, he was taller than himself and had to complain to his concubine mother, is his stupid brother 17 or [-] years old!

"I don't want to discuss this matter with you. To make a long story short, what are you looking for?" Shen Sheng was so angry with Shen Yu that he forgot to call himself "Zhen".

"I want to go to Xizhou with General Qi!" Shen Yu's eyes brightened, looking at Shen Sheng expectantly.

"No." Shen Sheng refused him without hesitation.

"Why!" Shen Yu's face was broken, and he tried to clench his fists to prove to Shen Sheng that he was good at fighting, "I am very strong! And General Qi also said that I am very agile, and I can learn the art of war very quickly!"

"Come on, with your three-legged cat kung fu and brains, there will definitely be no bones left to be eaten by those cunning demons when you arrive in Xizhou." Shen Sheng laughed angrily, picked up the book and hit Shen Yu on the head.

"And General Qi didn't go to Xizhou to play. He went to lead the army to fight. Swords have no eyes. What if you want to have a mother or concubine?"

Shen Yu wanted to yell after being hit, but after hearing Shen Sheng's words, he stopped fighting and said with a frown, "Are we really going to go to war with Xizhou? Didn't we mean to cooperate with them?"

"Hmph, that's why you're naive." Shen Sheng rolled up his sleeves, took out a copy of the approved memorial and threw it to Shen Yu.

"The guys in Xizhou are used to bullying and fearing the hard. If you don't convince them, you won't know how to write the word cooperation. And Onizuka, who was originally defeated by Emperor Yan, has started to play tricks again. This is a good time to teach these guys a lesson."

"Onitsuka...why are those disgusting guys again." Shen Yu seemed to think of something, and spat in disgust.

Being stared at by those non-human and non-ghost guys, to put it bluntly, is definitely more disgusting than falling into a latrine.

He opened the brochure given by Shen Sheng and read it quickly. Seeing those familiar place names, he threw the brochure on the ground angrily, and said to Shen Sheng with disbelief: "They won't give up looking for Aunt Yan yet. Boneyard, right?!"

"She is Emperor Yan who died in battle to protect the southern kingdom. According to the rules, you cannot call her that." Shen Sheng said in a deep voice.

Shen Yu gritted his teeth and whispered: "But she is also our aunt..."

"Before she was our aunt, she was an emperor first, a good emperor worth remembering by all of us."

Shen Sheng rubbed Shen Yu's head, and sighed: "Xiaoyu, I know you and Emperor Yan have a good relationship, Emperor Yan's death in battle made you very sad, you want to avenge her, why don't I? But you must not Go to Xizhou."

"Why? You clearly know that those guys are looking for Aunt Yan, no...what is the reason why Emperor Yan died in battle? They won't even let her body go, why don't you let me avenge her!" Shen Yu's eyes were resentful , I don't understand why Shen Sheng stopped himself again and again.

"For personal reasons, you are my younger brother. I don't want you to be in danger, and neither does my concubine."

"I'm not afraid!" Shen Yu threw Shen Sheng's hand away, with a sad expression, "Aunt Yan is also the only daughter of the emperor's grandfather. Aunt Yan volunteered to die on the battlefield, but we couldn't even find her body... how ridiculous!"

"Listen to me first!"

Shen Sheng firmly held Shen Yu down, stared at him closely, and said word by word: "I don't want you to go for personal reasons, and it's even more impossible for me to let you go for public reasons. If something happens to you, what happens in the future? When I go out to fight and die, who will inherit the throne? Does it depend on the rest of the royal relatives?!"

Shen Yu was left speechless by what he said, but he still didn't give up: "But...but... things may not be so bad, unless there is really no way to recover, otherwise, brother emperor, you can't take over personally."

"Nothing is impossible, and you have to prepare for the worst." Shen Sheng lowered his eyes, looked at the sea dragon pattern embroidered on his cuffs, and twitched the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, "It's like I never thought I will wear the dragon robe, and I never thought that there would be such a tragic replacement during the Four Continents War."

The year of the founding of the Southern Kingdom is too long to be traced, but as the masters of the country that occupies nine tenths of the land in Southern Continent, they have their own principles.Whenever there was a crisis in the southern kingdom, the reigning emperor would personally lead the expedition. In the Four Continents War, the Nanzhou emperors changed 37 successively. Often, the next emperor was ready to go to the front line as soon as the news came back that the former emperor died in battle. .

It can be said that the Nanzhou royal family has been able to stand for many years with this kind of ruthlessness, and at the same time, it has given the southern country an extremely strong cohesion.

"But..." Shen Yu bowed his head sadly, and said sadly, "Even if we can't search for Aunt Yan's bones in order to restore our vitality, should we just watch them search? Then dig out her bones, and even refine her soul ..."

"I told you this not to make you angry, but to tell you." Shen Sheng picked up the memorial that Shen Yu threw on the ground, his eyes darkened, "The current situation in Nanguo is still dangerous, and the only thing we can rely on is the old man. Ancestor and yourself, so don't always think about going to Xizhou. Cultivate hard, and when you are as strong as the ancestor, it will not be worth mentioning that he is a ghost tomb!"

Shen Yu's last hope was shattered, and he left the imperial study with a heavy heart.

Shen Sheng stood at the door of the imperial study room, watching his back getting smaller and smaller. The wind blew up his sleeves, and the golden dragon on his bright yellow dragon robe seemed about to rush out in the next second. He was the No. Thirty-eight emperors, who are only nineteen this year, have young faces, but none of the ministers dare to underestimate this young emperor.

"Why does the emperor tell the prince?"

A man dressed as a general came out of the side hall. It was General Qi. After listening to the quarrel between Shen Sheng and Shen Yu from the beginning to the end, he half-kneeled on the ground and said respectfully: "The prince is still young, and he only wants to find Emperor Yan. Bones, telling him about Onizuka will only make you anxious."

"17 years old, not too young." Shen Sheng raised his head, lost in memory, and said to himself, "Emperor Lin also ascended the throne at the age of 17, and died in Tingchangpo within half a month. I'm two years older, but I don't know if I can survive three days."

"His Majesty……"

"I'm really afraid. I'm afraid that there will be another four-continent war. I'm afraid that I will die somewhere."

No one knows how much he paid for Shen Sheng's steady and sophisticated personality that doesn't match his age.

"But what I'm more afraid of is that Xiaoyu can't tell the priority of the matter, and blindly act on emotions - this is what an emperor most taboo, and I just use this to suppress his temper, so that he will not be so impulsive. "Shen Sheng let out a long sigh, and looked at the cave where the ancestor was located - where is the final support of the southern kingdom, the foundation of the country.

After a while, Shen Sheng turned around.

"When will General Qi leave?" Shen Sheng asked with his hands behind his back.

"We'll be leaving at mao tomorrow." General Qi replied.

"Be careful, Nanguo cannot live without you." Shen Sheng patted General Qi on the shoulder