Senior Brother, the medicine cannot be stopped!

"Brother, the water is cold, can I trouble you to heat it up with your internal energy?"

"Brother, the rice is cold, can I trouble you to heat it up with your internal energy?"

"Brother, this bed is so cold, can I trouble you—"

Shui Xin No. 19 interrupted Shui Jian to meditate and practice Qi. Shui Jian still had a good temper and got out of bed, walked up to him, put his hand under the quilt, and tried it.

"Why don't junior brother sleep on my bed, it should be warm already." Shui said gently.

"No need, it's so dirty." Shui Xin stared at Shui Jian's eyes and spat out vicious words.

Shui Jian's eyes flickered, he didn't say anything, put his hands in the quilt, and silently used his internal force to warm Shui Xin's bed.

"Do you have to do this every month for the past three years?" Shui Xin couldn't help asking.

"...Don't talk about this outside." Shui gradually cut off the conversation.

Shui Xin stroked his chin, he liked carrying Shui Jian the most. He put one hand on the bed and the other on Shui Jian's shoulder, and lowered his voice: "It's okay, no one can hear what we are talking about, let's ask this , How many girls from good families have you ruined? These three years—it can't be so smooth, right?"

"..." Shui Jian's lips were tightly closed, without saying a word.

"Hey, don't be shy, next month in the Jiangnan League, are you still planning to find pheasants? The girl from Jiangnan, Te Shuiling, I heard someone say, you—"

"Shui Xin." Shui gradually withdrew his hand, straightened his waist, and looked down at Shui Xin.

Shui Xin couldn't help but shut his mouth when he was stared straight at him.

"Go to sleep, it's hot." Shui gradually turned around and continued to meditate on his own bed.

"It's boring." Shui Xin turned over, pulled the quilt away, and got in.

Shui Jian's internal strength is really amazing, the heat between the quilts is very even, neither too hot nor too cold, Shui Xin quickly fell asleep in such a comfortable temperature.

The bumps of the day are exhausting enough, and we need to raise our spirits to fight again.

At three o'clock, the night was quiet.

Shui Xin got up from the bed, fumbled for the scissors beside the pillow, tiptoed down to the floor, and groped for the opposite bed.

Shui Jian has already fallen asleep, the moonlight shines through the window and falls on the bed, a strip of quilt is raised, Shui Jian faces the wall, sleeping very well.

"Hey, it's time for revenge, big brother, I wish you a sweet dream..." Shui Xin stood in front of the bed with a smirk on his face, raised the scissors——

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the water gradually finished washing. After tidying up the dark blue Xuanzheng Sect high-level disciple uniforms, he strode out of the threshold.

The passing waiter at the inn couldn't help but look at him more.

Shui gradually smiled slightly, could it be - I'm particularly handsome today?

Shui Xin followed behind, holding back a smile, the two went down the stairs one after the other, and came to the dining room in the inn.

This time, not only the shop waiter, but also the accountant and the top-notch customers all cast their eyes on Shui Jian, first shocked, then bewildered, and then burst out laughing.

The men running darts at the two nearby tables kept patting the tables and laughing, while the female disciples of the Emei Sect at the far table covered their mouths and rubbed their stomachs, laughing distortedly, and even the old beggar eating steamed buns by the door couldn’t stop laughing. , almost fell over the threshold.

"What are they laughing at?" Shui gradually asked in confusion.

At this time, Shui Xin stood up from him, put one hand on his shoulder, the other hand was flat with the palm facing up, and introduced Shui Jian's bald head to everyone: "Everyone, have you seen this craftsmanship? It's so clean. It’s smooth, touchable, and feels very good, without any burrs! This is the new bald service in Shuixin Tuitou Shop. Whether you want to become a monk, want to perform art, or want to let your scalp breathe, you are welcome to come to Shuixin New push shop!"

"Crack clap clap"!

"awesome!"

"Master Shuixin, your craftsmanship is amazing!"

"Can it be cheaper to open?"

……

Hahahaha!

Shui Xin happily waved the scissors, picked up a strand of hair, and was about to cut it off.

Suddenly, the long hair trembled, and his hands disappeared, only a pair of eyes gleaming coldly in the darkness, staring at Shui Xin.

The moonlight shone from his shoulders, except for that handsome face, the expression could not be seen clearly in the backlight.

"Wow, why didn't you fall asleep??" Shui Xin was surprised.

"What are you going to do?" Shui Jian asked in a serious tone, his eyes still fixed on Shui Xin.

Shui Xin frowned: "You don't think I'm going to stab you to death, do you?"

"Aren't you trying to stab me to death?"

"Hey, I'd be happy if you died, but am I like someone who would stab you to death?"

"Don't you look like that?"

"Am I like?"

"..." Shui Jian didn't answer, it was really meaningless to argue about this question in the middle of the night.

Shui Xin felt that his finger was pulled suddenly, and the scissors in his hand disappeared.

"Do you have delusions of persecution?"

"No, I just have a minimum of vigilance." Shui gradually crumpled the scissors into a ball and threw them under the bed.

Shui Xin kicked the scissors that had been crumpled into an iron ball: "If you have the ability to stay up all night, so what if you are good at martial arts, I will still make you miserable."

"Go to sleep, it's getting late, and we have to hurry tomorrow." Shui Jian lay down again, still facing inward, leaving only the back of Shui Xin's head.

Shui Xin was even angrier, it was fine for others to argue with him, the most annoying thing was ignoring him, what's the matter with cold violence!

"Hey, hey, bitch, wake up, I have something to ask you." Shui Xin tirelessly harassed Shui Jian.

Shui gradually turned his back to him: "What are you talking about?"

Shui Xin was lying on the side of the bed, holding his face with his hands: "Three years ago... how did Master find me? What did I do before?"

Shui Jian was silent for a moment, and said, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

"Hey……"

"It's better for you not to know anything." Shui Jian said again.

Shui Xin stared at the back of Shui Jian's head. Sure enough, this guy only put on that tolerant and gentle appearance in front of outsiders during the day. When they were alone, he became impatient, a hypocrite, a fake good person.

"Are you going to let your most loyal Junior Brother Shui Jing know how ugly you are when the gu poison erupts every month, huh?" Shui Xin laughed very badly.

Shui gradually sighed, "What exactly do you want?"

"You probably don't remember, I... three years ago, you brought me into the Xuanzheng sect." Shui Xin said awkwardly.

Shui Jian looked at him: "Remember."

Shui Xin was taken aback.

Shui Jian said: "Shui Jing has already told me."

"Then, what did I do before? Where was my master picked me up three years ago? And, my family, where are they?" Shui Xin's voice was filled with anticipation.

The disciples of the Xuanzheng Sect all left their homes to join the Xuanzheng Sect. In order to practice their skills, they had to leave their homes. There is something very gentle in it.

But Shuixin has no, no past, no memory, no family.

For a long time, he could only listen to them.

If he had family too, he'd like to visit them, though he doesn't remember them—

"No." Shui gradually replied coldly.

"what?"

Shui gradually turned around and faced Shui Xin: "You have no family, no friends, and everyone who knew you is dead. Master and I found you under the cold iron cliff. It was the demon cult that forced your whole family to death. With you, you almost fell to your death."

Shui Xin took a step back involuntarily, stood up straight, and glared at Shui Jian angrily: "If you don't want to answer, just stop talking and go to sleep!"

As expected, Shui Jian fell silent.

"..."

The two faced each other silently in the dark, finally, Shui Xin turned around, climbed back to his own bed, and buried himself in the cold blanket.

"Is it true that the Demon Sect forced my whole family to death?" Shui Xin couldn't help asking.

"Yes."

Shui Xin closed his eyes, the Demon Cult, his great enemy, no longer existed.

However, his family no longer exists.

No, he couldn't trust Shui Jian so easily, who knew if Shui Jian lied to him, after this trip to the south of the Yangtze River, he would go back and ask the real person if he didn't laugh for an answer.

Shui Xin tossed and turned and did not fall asleep all night.

It was not dawn the next day, and he heard the water rising, so he also got up dizzy, and the two of them silently washed, packed their bags, and went to the hotel lobby to have breakfast.

Shui Jing and Shui Lin also came to the lobby later, they seemed to get along well, and came to the table talking and laughing.

Compared to them, Shui Xin and Shui Jian...

"Junior Brother, eat more eggs and meat, so you won't be hungry on the way." Shui Jian gently and considerately pushed his plate to Shui Xin.

"No need! I don't want to touch your things." Shui Xin replied coldly.

Shui gradually smiled and said nothing.

"How can you talk to senior brother like this... Senior brother has a kind heart, and he paid for everything... We shouldn't be on the road with this shameless villain..." Shui Jing began to think again.

"Can you control it?" Shui Xin glared at Shui Jing.

Shui Jing looked at Shui Xin angrily, and continued to think: "Do you think I dare not beat you... With your level... If Master didn't order... I must let you try my Shui Jing Ten tortures..."

Shui Jian smiled and said: "Junior brothers, stop arguing, finish eating earlier, and get on the road earlier."

Shui Jing picked up her share of breakfast, turned her head and ate at other tables.

Shui Lin looked at Shui Xin, then at Shui Jing, and sat down at the table silently, thinking in his heart, these two people are good people, why is it wrong?And Shui Xin also behaved strangely along the way, because of—elder brother?

Shui Lin's eyes lingered on Shui Jian's smiling handsome face for a moment, then turned away quickly, no, probably not, the elder brother is impeccable, no matter what aspect, Shui Xin hates him, it must be because of jealousy.