Is it the same with other big brothers?

With Zhou Lingxue by his side, Mingzhu once again lived a life of eating and waiting to die as a rice bug. Even if he wandered all the way to Ximu Rizhao Mountain, he still lived comfortably.

The only bad thing is that every time he goes to a place to stay, Zhou Lingxue, who is sullen and gentlemanly, will turn into a wolf. Regardless of Mingzhu's objection, there is only one room, in vain to try to eat the big brother again.

Mingzhu couldn't beat him hard enough, so he had to reason with him, from the shame of people to the ethics of heaven, Zhou Lingxue responded on the surface, and in the middle of the night he pulled Mingzhu, who had slept soundly, into his arms and hugged him. How annoying and annoying.

Mingzhu was so angry that he speeded up his itinerary, but within a month he wandered to Rizhao Mountain.

After tossing back and forth for several months, it was already summer, and the quiet mountain road spread all the way up, with lush greenery covering the sky and sun.

Mingzhu looked at the three thousand steps, sighed faintly, and said, "I'm going to Baijian Mountain."

Zhou Nexue was taken aback: "Aren't you going back with me?"

Ming Zhu didn't speak, Zhou Nexue immediately said: "Then I will go to Baijian Mountain with you."

Mingzhu did not refuse, and the two walked from the dead wood forest all the way to Baijian Mountain without a word. 50 years ago, Mingzhu was the most famous idiot in Rizhao. , but now, he just waved his hand casually, and the bone fog that covered the sky and the sun dissipated instantly, opening up a road that continued to Baijian Mountain.

Unhindered all the way.

Ming Zhu didn't speak, and Zhou Lingxue didn't speak either.

The two arrived at Baijian Mountain in silence, and instead of entering the Sword Tomb, they jumped down from the top of the mountain and directly entered the Waste Sword Tomb.

Zhou Lingxue was going to follow, but Ming Zhu stopped him and asked him to wait at the entrance of Baijian Mountain.

Zhou Lingxue waited for about half an hour before the bright candle came out, her hands were still empty, but the corners of her eyes were a little red.

Zhou Nexue whispered, "Brother?"

Ming Zhu shook his head and said, "Let's go."

Naturally, he didn't find Kuayu with his appearance, and Zhou Lingxue didn't want to annoy him, so she followed him back to Rizhao Mountain with her head down.

Xu Shimingzhu had already looked away. At this time, when he arrived at Rizhao Mountain, the fear and panic of last time were gone, and he stepped on the three thousand steps without changing his face.

The two reached the disciple steps of Rizhao Mountain, and Ming Zhu was once again blocked by the barrier.

Zhou Lingxue said unnaturally: "I have already asked Fifth Senior Brother to open the enchantment of Rizhao Mountain, wait for us..."

But Mingzhu raised his hand to stop him, he walked forward expressionlessly, stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the transparent barrier, then his nails suddenly jumped out half of his knuckles, he flexed his fingers hard, and unexpectedly forced the A gap was torn in the sunshine enchantment.

Zhou negative snow: "..."

Ming Zhu walked in as if he had entered a land of no one, and then repaired the barrier that had been torn by him with a wave of his hand.

Mingzhu looked back at Zhou negativexue in doubt, and urged him: "What's wrong? Let's go."

Zhou Lingxue was speechless for a while, and hurriedly followed.

The Rizhao barrier was torn, and almost the entire Rizhao Mountain knew about it. They rushed to the mountain gate to watch, and saw the white-haired bright candle at a glance, and they all froze in place.

The elder brother didn't regard himself as an outsider, he waved casually and said, "Good morning, do you want to go to morning class?"

Everyone couldn't tell whether this person was a human or a ghost for a while, but when they saw Zhou Shengxue beside them, they calmed down a lot, and greeted Mingzhu in a daze.

"Yes, yes."

Ming Zhu smiled and said: "Go."

The disciples hurried away again.

Mingzhu looked at the way the group of juniors ran away, wondering if he thought of when he was young, and sighed faintly.

After a while, Shang Yanfeng hurried over: "Brother, you are finally here."

Ming Zhu saw some ink still stained on the hem of his clothes, and said with a smile, "Are you busy?"

Shang Yanfeng frowned: "The master and the junior uncle just went to retreat a few days ago, and the third senior brother also fell into a deep sleep in the cold pool. Now I am taking care of the trivial matters in the sunshine. Why do you bother on the road for so long? Zhou Yingxue , did you do anything presumptuous again?"

Zhou Lingxue lowered her eyebrows and said, "I dare not."

Shang Yanfeng scolded: "I don't think you didn't dare, but you didn't succeed, you bastard, go to retreat for me."

Mingzhu is here, how could Zhou Nexue go to retreat obediently, just about to refute, Mingzhu suddenly said: "What did you just say? Xueyu..."

Mingzhu's face was a little pale, and his lips were moving slightly.

Shang Yanfeng was a little puzzled, and said: "After returning from the Yueyue Tower, the third senior brother said that he was going to retreat, but the place he went was at the bottom of the cold pool. I don't know how long it will take to wake up after sleeping. What's wrong? You have something to do with him ?”

Ming Zhu took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

that curtain...

Even though Yan Xueyu might fall asleep and never wake up again, the curtain at least... gave him a thought, so that he didn't have to bear the pain of his own teacher and brother leaving him again.

Ming Zhu opened his lips and smiled, his voice was a little unsteady: "Nothing, nothing."

He paused, and suddenly said: "Where is Yi Lingju now, I'm going to see him."

Zhou Lingxue and Shang Yanfeng fell silent for a moment.

After a while, the drizzle fell, and Mingzhu walked across the long cable bridge between the two mountains alone with an umbrella, all the way to Rizhao West Mountain.

Now in this world, all the disciples of Xishan are having morning classes in Wujiu Hall, and the whole mountain is empty.

Mingzhu walked through a forest familiarly, and stopped in front of a different courtyard.

This is Ming's flashy other courtyard.

He knocked lightly on the door, and soon, the door was opened, revealing Ming Fuhua's cold face.

Ming Fuhua didn't seem to expect it to be him, his expression froze, and then he looked at him with some guard.

Ming Zhu slightly nodded at her: "Miss Ming, I'm looking for Yi Lingju, please ask him to come out to talk about the old days."

Ming Fuhua's hand on the door frame suddenly exerted force, leaving a finger mark.

Mingzhu didn't urge her, but still stood where she was, looking at her with a smile on her face.

Ming Fuhua lowered his head slightly, and after a moment of silence, the two of them spoke hoarsely: "Are you really my...brother?"

Ming Zhu said softly: "Of course not. Didn't you say it yourself?"

Ming Fuhua was taken aback.

After Mingzhu finished speaking, he didn't seem to know what hurtful words he had said, his eyes curved: "Can I see him?"

Ming Fuhua gritted his teeth, and opened the door after a long while to let Mingzhu in.

Ming's flamboyant courtyard is as cold and cold as she is. Except for a small pavilion, there is only a white plum tree planted in the huge courtyard. Because her spiritual veins are cold, the plum blossoms are in full bloom even in early summer.

After Mingzhu entered, the first thing he saw was not the plum blossoms that were rushing to bloom first, but the person sitting in the gazebo.

Yi Lingju was sitting in the gazebo in white clothes, with a pot of tea in front of him, white smoke curling up, almost covering his face.

Mingzhu walked forward step by step, and walked in a daze for a long time.

When he fell off the sun-blocking cliff back then, no matter how hard he stretched out his hand, the person he couldn't reach was sitting there quietly, unchanged for 50 years.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the picturesque Yi Lingju turned his head to look at him, and when he saw the bright candle, a smile appeared on his handsome and gentle face, Mu Ruqingfeng.

"Mingzhu, you are here."

Mingzhu stepped forward, sat opposite Yi Lingju, looked at him without blinking: "I'm here."

Mingzhu knew that Yi Lingju didn't recognize him at all.

Ever since he regained consciousness due to a severe injury of dozens of years due to the silent art 50 years ago, he has always been in such a delirious appearance. Although there is no difference in daily trivial matters, he has never recognized anyone.

It can be said that except for Ming Huahua, anyone in front of him will be recognized by him as a bright candle.

The two were speechless.

Yi Lingju raised his hand and poured Ming Zhu a cup of tea, Ming Zhu picked it up and sipped it lightly, showing his first smile: "The tea you make still tastes the same as before."

Yi Lingju smiled with his eyes bent, and didn't speak any more.

The two just drank a pot of tea cup by cup without saying a word.

It wasn't until the tea was finished that Ming Zhu put down the quilt, and with a soft "click", he stood up and said, "I'm leaving."

Yi Lingju looked at him blankly: "Let's go...?"

"Ah."

Yi Lingju asked again: "Where are you going?"

Ming Zhu didn't speak, turned around and was about to leave.

The next moment, he froze and stopped in place.

——Yi Lingju suddenly reached out and grabbed his left wrist, exerting all his strength.

Ming Zhu's eyes, which had always been calm, suddenly turned red.

Yi Lingju stared blankly at the hands of the two, and suddenly murmured, "I've got you."

Mingzhu's hands trembled slightly.

Yi Lingju held on tightly, raised his head and looked at him with some trepidation, and said, "I caught you, right?"

Mingzhu raised his hand to gently cover his eye sockets, took a deep breath after a while, turned his head, and smiled at Yi Lingju with reddish eye sockets.

"Correct."

The word "right" completely wiped out the resentment and resentment between the two of them for the past 50 years.

Yi Lingju stared at him blankly, and laughed after a while, as calm as ever.

It is easiest to hold grudges when you are young, but you are afraid of falling into the world of mortals. Looking back again, you don't feel how heavy those grudges and regrets are.

Ming Zhu didn't stay long, and before leaving the courtyard, Ming Huahua, who had been avoiding him like a snake, suddenly chased him out.

Mingzhu still can't bear to treat her like a stranger to this younger sister who used to love her, but it's just not as attentive as before.

Mingzhu stopped, turned around and said, "What's the matter?"

Ming looked at him pompously, hesitant to speak.

Ming Zhu waited for a while, Ming Fuhua still didn't say a word, Ming Zhu suddenly became impatient, frowned, turned around and was about to leave.

Ming Fuhua suddenly said: "I drove him crazy..."

Mingzhu was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at her.

Ming Fuhua bit his lip and murmured: "It was because I kept asking him, that he became like this."

Ming Zhu didn't understand: "So?"

Ming Fuhua was a little dazed, and looked at him with shimmering eyes: "If my brother is still alive, what is the resentment I have towards him all these years...?"

Mingzhu's eyes trembled slightly.

"He said that my brother fell to the bottom of the cliff, and I'm going to look for it, but everyone is blocking me," Ming Fuhua didn't know what she was talking about. She had been in pain for so many years, but she didn't know To whom should I tell these sufferings, "He kept saying you were dead, and then everyone said you were dead, I hate him so much, and said so many excessive things to him..."

Forcibly forcing Yi Lingju into what she is now, and she has been blaming herself for so many years, but someone told her that Mingzhu is not dead yet, he is still alive.

What a ridiculous thing.

Ming Fuhua finally couldn't help it, tears fell down, and he choked up and said: "Then what have I been all these years?"

Ming Zhu looked at her crying until she was choked up, but still stood where she was, watching quietly.

It wasn't until she squatted on the ground covering her face that she couldn't help sobbing that Ming Zhu said softly: "Do you love him?"

Ming Huahua froze and looked at him blankly.

Ming Zhu asked again: "Do you hate him?"

Ming Fuhua was speechless.

Ming Zhu said: "If you hated him so much because of Ming Zhu's death, you wouldn't take care of him for so many years."

Ming Fuhua suddenly knelt on the ground, feeling weak all over.

"Mingzhu is dead, but you can still love him; Mingzhu is alive, but you are so painfully confused..." Mingzhu's voice was soft and soft, with a bit of indifferent determination, "...if you can If you are not in such a painful dilemma, just think that I am not a bright candle."

Ming Fuhua stared at him blankly.

After Ming Zhu said these words, he didn't stay any longer, nodded to her, and left slowly, leaving only Ming Huahua still slumped on the ground.

After a long time, an extremely suppressed sob came out of his throat.

Mingzhu didn't care about it anymore, since he decided to live well, he should stop living for others.

He went back the same way, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, he forgot the umbrella in Ming's vanity yard, he simply didn't care, and slowly enjoyed the scenery along the way.

Walking across the cable bridge, the rain was even heavier, and Mingzhu didn't need spiritual power to avoid the rain. After a while, his body was covered in rainwater, and the broken hair on his forehead stood on his face.

A bamboo bone umbrella seemed to float over in the distance, and then a person came hurriedly from the rain and fog. After seeing Mingzhu's wet body, he immediately greeted him.

For some reason, Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Lingxue came up to him with an ugly face, stretched out his hand to stroke the rain on Ming Zhu's face, and scolded: "Didn't you bring an umbrella? Why did you still get drenched like this?"

Mingzhu didn't move and let him wipe the water on his face, saying: "I forgot about it with Second Brother."

Zhou Lingxue's hands froze, and then he unnaturally took him into his arms, and walked towards the unknown direction with him in his arms.

"Senior Brother Nine and Senior Brother Ten have cleaned up Zhiya, and you can live in it directly," Zhou Lingxue said as he walked, "We will live here for a while, if you feel bad, you can go to Jianglou with me. country to live."

Ming Zhu was led forward by him, turned his head slightly to look at Zhou negative snow, the more he looked at it, the more itchy he felt, he didn't know what was wrong, he stopped suddenly, stretched out his arms to wrap around Zhou negative snow's neck, and covered Zhou negative snow directly. Lips kissed up.

Zhou negative snow: "..."

The bone umbrella in Zhou Lingxue's hand fell directly, and the rain fell all over them.

Mingzhu kissed him lightly, seeing Zhou Lingxue's dazed look, smiled, and said, "Hold an umbrella."

Only then did Zhou Lingxue pick up the umbrella at a loss, and propped it on top of the two of them again, her ears turned red.

Mingzhu was almost helpless towards Zhou Lingxue, he was thinking about how to attack at night on the way to Rizhao, why is he so innocent after being kissed now?

Mingzhu looked at Zhou Lingxue's shy look, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He stretched out his hand and tugged at Zhou Lingxue's hand, raised his little finger, and pointed at the concentric knots on their hands, saying: "We are like this now, it's considered Taoist?"

Zhou Nexue was taken aback.

Ming Zhu urged him unhappily: "Forget it?"

Zhou Nexue immediately said: "Forget it!"

Seeing his dazed look, Mingzhu couldn't help laughing out loud, and raised his hand to hug him again.

Clouds and mist filled the mountains, covering the figures of the two of them.

The charming thoughts and admiration in youth, with delusional intentions in mind, finally came to an end.

Wuzhou Qingping.

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It can be regarded as a work of practicing pens. Rory has talked so much nonsense. Thank you for your support all the time. It is true love to be able to read this novel with dead logic, dead three views and hypocritical characters!Love you Bobobo!

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