Is it the same with other big brothers?

The Rizhao Mountain disciples have already changed a group over the years, and the latest batch of juniors and juniors have only heard of the legendary beautiful senior brother, and both men and women are fascinated by him.

And ever since Mingzhu returned to Rizhao Mountain, people would often come to watch in the dark, intending to pay their respects to the demeanor of the elder brother.

But it has been several months, except for the time when Mingzhu first came, there is no shadow at all other times, which makes countless people feel sad.

In fact, Mingzhu is not to blame for this matter. Even though his temperament has been quiet for so many years, he still likes to show off. After he arrived at Rizhao Mountain, he couldn't get out of bed for two days because of his relationship with Zhou Chengxue. Time has been tossed back and forth by Shen Dian.

Shen Di'an had never encountered Ming Zhu's fear of pain before, so she had to explore a little bit, and finally decided to take it step by step and take it slowly.

At the very beginning, Ming Zhu got up every day and was pricked lightly by Shen Di'an with a silver needle—although at the beginning he was about to cry from the pain, but he didn't feel much pain when he forcibly endured it.

Shen Di'an didn't know where she came up with the trick, so she took a rope and tied it around his wrist the next day, leaving a red mark, and was almost kicked out by Ming Zhu, but the healing effect was very good.

The damage he could bear just like that was getting heavier and heavier, and when Mingzhu finally left the room, he could bear someone to bite him without changing his face.

Shen Di'an wept with joy, and shook his hand back and forth: "Congratulations senior brother! Congratulations thirteenth junior brother!"

Bright Candle: "..."

Mingzhu's face was full of confusion: "Congratulations, what did he do?"

Shen Di'an blinked at him, he was not as shameless as that curtain, he couldn't say something, so he had to hint desperately.

Ming Zhu didn't understand, but Zhou Nexue, who was at the side, did, and kicked Senior Brother Ten out of the room.

Ming Zhu looked at the sky outside and said, "What time is it now?"

Zhou Nexue said: "Chen Shi."

Mingzhu suddenly smiled: "Oh, it's time for morning class."

Zhou Lingxue looked at him strangely. In the past, when he was in the sunshine, Ming Zhu would not take the initiative to attend morning classes even if he was beaten to death. Every time, it was Zhou Lingxue who dragged and dragged him to Wugui Hall. Why? Are you bringing this up now?

Zhou Lingxue was afraid that he would come up with some other bad ideas, so she hurriedly said: "No need, people in their 80s and [-]s don't have to go to morning classes long ago, and now the morning classes are taught by some outside disciples, and now the master and the little ones The uncles are all in retreat, and only Mr. Dao is teaching, and your spiritual strength is so strong, you don't need to go."

Mingzhu said again: "Oh, the little uncle is not here, so how can they learn how to behave in the world?"

Zhou Lingxue froze suddenly, looking at Mingzhu's weird smile in disbelief, a thought came to his mind.

He couldn't believe it: "Eldest senior brother, you...can't you?"

Ming Zhu smiled at him and said, "I will."

Mingzhu proved with practical actions that he really knew how to do it—he took a random book from the Library Pavilion, and leisurely went to Wuguitang.

Zhou Lingxue was afraid that he would cause some trouble, so she hurriedly followed him.

Mingzhu swayed all the way to Wujiu Hall, probably because he got up too early and Mr. Dao hadn't come yet.

In Wujiu Hall, some energetic new disciples huddled together in groups of three or four and whispered, it was very lively, Ming Zhuyan walked up to the front desk with a smile, put down the book in his hand, and coughed heavily.

All the disciples of Wujiu Hall looked at him together, and when they saw Mingzhu's face, they all became strangely quiet. As soon as Zhou Shengxue walked over, they saw the room full of juniors and juniors with flushed cheeks.

Zhou negative snow: "..."

Zhou Lingxue's face was so gloomy that water would drip.

Mingzhu didn't see him, and smiled brightly at the crowd, and then heard a series of gasps, without changing his expression, he said directly: "Little Master Shu has recently retreated, and I will be in charge of his morning class in the future." Teach, oh, I forgot to mention, I am your big brother, named Mingzhu."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Jiu Tang was silent for a moment, then cheered directly, almost toppled the roof.

Although most people don't want to attend the morning class, but if such a beautiful senior brother comes to teach, maybe the seats will be full in a few days.

Zhou Lingxue's face was darkened, but it was rare to see Mingzhu so happy, and he didn't want to spoil the scenery, so he found an empty seat at random, sat down boldly, and watched Mingzhu coquettishly on it with a cold face - the disciples on the side didn't Thinking that the always cold-faced and cold-hearted brother Thirteen would come to morning class, he shrank back again and again in fright from his resentment and indifference.

Mingzhu flipped through the book with his eyes and glanced at ten lines, only to realize that he had picked up the wrong book. He simply closed the book and said nonsense: "It's the first time I'm teaching, I didn't prepare well, so I just said it casually today. Tell me, what do you want to hear?"

Nine out of ten people were obsessed with Mingzhu's beauty, only a few studious people raised their hands, looking eager to try.

A bright candle pointed at one person: "Say it."

The disciple stood up and said loudly: "I want to know what senior brother thinks about Guifang Yaoxiu's return to the world?"

Mingzhu: "Hmm..."

Zhou Lingxue's face became more and more gloomy.

Ming Zhu didn't answer, but asked: "What do you guys think?"

The disciple resonated forcefully, and said: "Three thousand roads lead to the same goal. I don't think Gui Fang is as cruel and bloodthirsty as recorded in the history books. What those seniors said in Wenfeng Tower is probably true."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man stood up against the table in the corner, and retorted: "That's not entirely true. Who knows if Guifang and those demon cultivators used their power to bully others and let those seniors say that on purpose?"

Although so many seniors are able to rectify Guifang's name, the reputation of Yaoxiu in Wuzhou for so many years is still deeply ingrained, and it cannot be changed in a day or two. For example, this young man's conspiracy theory, the whole Wuzhou is as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river.

The disciple who was the first to meet immediately reprimanded: "Superficial! You mean that our respected seniors were threatened to deliberately rectify Guifang's name like that? Hehe, are you looking down on Guifang, or are you looking down on those seniors? ?”

"you!"

These two came and went, other people couldn't bear to watch them, they all woke up from the beauty of the elder brother and joined in the quarrel, for a while, the whole Wu Jiu Hall was noisy.

Ming Zhu propped his chin up, and didn't try to persuade them, and just watched them blushing from the quarrel, and their necks were thick.

Until a junior sister suddenly screamed: "Everyone shut up! Are there any rules?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

The junior sister looked gentle, but she spoke with a poisonous tongue and coldly: "What's the use of you talking here, you think Guifang Yaoxiu is a wicked person, why don't you go to Guifang's side to have a look before you talk, seeing what you see Listening to the truth is false, hearing some rumors and echoing what others say, spit, trash!"

Ming Zhu was stunned for a moment, and looked at her in astonishment.

The surrounding area was quiet, and the female cultivator continued: "If Guifang was really persecuted by the power of human beings back then, wouldn't your face hurt in such a posture?"

The disciples in the room were stunned by her yelling, and finally a young man couldn't help but said: "Guifang Yao has such strong spiritual power, how could he still be persecuted back then? If human monks can really drive them all out and hide in the Bisun Cliff has not been seen for hundreds of years, why is there no movement this time?"

The female cultivator said coldly: "I think you are so brainless that you can't even see black and white. Didn't Wenfeng Lou send a message? The reason why Guifang fled so quickly back then was because human monks used nasty means Destroyed the ground veins they depended on for survival, are you blind, deaf or stupid?"

The young man blushed suddenly, and said in a low voice, "The news from Wenfenglou may also be..."

The girl's eyes were full of scorn and sarcasm, which made the faces of all the boys and girls who spoke rudely to Guifang blush.

At this time, Mingzhu said slowly: "Well, I want to say something..."

Everyone stopped arguing and looked at him one after another.

Mingzhu twirled his white hair with his fingers, and said vaguely: "There is right and wrong in everything, but there is no absolute right and wrong in people's hearts, and they all rely on external objects to make judgments. This is too arbitrary and subjective. Each of you has something to say, and it may all be right, and it may all be wrong."

The boy who asked the question first said: "Then senior brother, what do you think?"

The action of Mingzhu wrapping his hair stopped, he straightened up slightly, smiled at everyone, and asked without answering: "What do you think of me?"

Everyone was a little dazed, and then they saw that the beautiful senior brother's dark eyes suddenly revealed golden snake pupils, looking at them with a smile that was not a smile.

It can be regarded as indirectly quelling the dispute between Guifang and Yaoxiu, so news of him was incidentally included in the Wenfenglou Yuling. Several months have passed, and everyone knows that Guifang and Yaoxiu are white-clothed, white-haired, and golden snake-eyed. A powerful demon cultivator.

So after Ming Zhu revealed his snake eyes, Wu Jiu Tang suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Mingzhu looked at the stunned look of the crowd, and seemed to find it extremely amusing, he hooked his lips, and said in a low voice: "Those who think that demon cultivators are treacherous and evil, are you afraid that I will suddenly go crazy and kill you?" you?"

The disciples who hadn't seen much of the world were about to break out in cold sweat, and shook their heads desperately upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Zhou Nexue let out a dry cough, and said in a low voice, "Brother!"

Only then did Mingzhu put away that weird expression, and smiled with his eyes bent: "Okay, let's stop making trouble. Seeing that you are so frightened, I just want to tell you that Guifang Yaoxiu is not what you imagined." He is generally sinful, but he is not a kind person, just like human beings, there are good people and evil people, and we cannot generalize."

Seeing that they were still scared to death, Ming Zhu shook his head helplessly, not being scary here, turned around and left.

It wasn't until Mingzhu left that the people who didn't dare to vent their breath breathed a sigh of relief, sweating profusely, and the disciples who were closer to Zhou Lingxue were no longer afraid of him, and tried their best to shrink to his side for safety. feel.

A disciple trembled and said: "Senior Brother Thirteen... Then who is that Senior Brother... who is so sacred?"

The disciples behind also came over, feeling terrified: "He is... is..."

The female cultivator frowned and said something that no one dared to ask, and said, "Is he outspoken?"

Zhou Lingxue didn't understand what Ming Zhu said in front of so many people, so she sighed and said, "Can't you see it yourself?"

There was an uproar again.

Zhou Lingxue dismissed the group of noisy juniors and juniors and returned to Buya. Mingzhu was sitting on a rocking chair basking in the sun. It was already autumn, and he wrapped himself up like a ball, exuding a lazy Lazy and comfortable atmosphere.

Zhou Nexue walked over and kissed him lightly.

Ming Zhu didn't even open his eyes, and said, "Are they scared?"

Zhou Lingxue laughed and said, "Why do you scare them?"

Ming Zhu opened his eyes, and his pupils were full of smiles: "I'm using my body as a teaching material to let them know that demon cultivators are not criminals, and another reason is for fun."

Zhou Lingxue was helpless: "What's the fun?"

Ming Zhu blinked: "It's fun to see them frightened like that."

Zhou Lingxue was speechless at the bad taste of her elder brother, and sighed faintly.

Mingzhu frightened people, and the next day they went to Wujiu Hall on time with the book Youzai Youzai. The number of people in Wujiutang today was less than half compared to yesterday. When they saw Mingzhu coming, they all showed fear and vague anticipation eyes.

Mingzhu kept his gaze straight and was not affected at all, so he said what he should say.

I don't know if it's because Mingzhu's Yan is too eye-catching, or the remarks about demon cultivators are becoming more and more positive. Gradually, more and more people come to Mingzhu's morning class, and they are less and less afraid. Sometimes there will be disciples He joked about him being a demon cultivator in class.

Until Gui He left the customs, all the disciples of Rizhao Mountain, no matter men or women, followed the big brother's ass and yelled at each big brother, very sincerely.

Gui He looked at Ming Zhu sitting on the grass weaving straw ropes for several disciples, and seemed to see the scene where Ming Zhu was still in Rizhao Mountain 50 years ago, his eyes slightly warmed up.

"Azhu."

Mingzhu, whose back was turned to him, was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at him, and his expression froze immediately.

Gui He walked over slowly, and called softly again: "A Zhu."

Mingzhu looked at him blankly, stood up from the ground, bent his eyes, and said softly: "Little uncle."

If Gui He didn't look like a ghost, tears would surely fill his eyes. He stretched out his hand and lightly touched Ming Zhu's side face, and murmured: "You still recognize me."

Mingzhu laughed: "That's natural, I just hope that the little master will not drive me out, otherwise I will have nowhere to go."

Gui He couldn't stop nodding: "If you don't rush, don't rush, what are you doing, your master..."

Mingzhu's smile froze.

Gui He sighed, and said: "Although your master said that you were not allowed to come back, he still regretted it later, but he didn't have a chance to look for you. Fortunately, you are back now."

As he said, he gently hugged the bright candle: "It's good to be back."

Mingzhu's eyes trembled slightly, and he let out a breath.

"Yes."

He is fickle but soft-hearted, just saying "he also regrets it" can make him clear up the past, resentment is not resentment, but it is impossible to make Mingzhu rely on Guining like before, no matter what.

After seeing Gui He, Ming Zhu decided to visit Lou the next day, and Zhou Shengxue naturally wanted to go with him.

Mingzhu didn't want him to go with him at first, but Zhou Lingxue said directly: "I know where Senior Brother Seven is buried."

Ming Zhu was a little surprised: "How do you know I'm going..."

Zhou Nexue said lightly, "I guessed it."

Since Zhou Lingxue said so, Mingzhu couldn't refuse, so he left the mountain gate with Zhou Lingxue.

Before leaving, all the disciples in Rizhao Mountain came to see him off, weeping farewell, those who didn't know thought that Mingzhu was going to go forever.

Mingzhu and Zhou Lingxue walked down the three thousand steps. When they were halfway, Mingzhu didn't know what happened, and suddenly said with emotion: "It's great that I chose to survive."

Zhou Lingxue looked at him in astonishment, this was the first time he had said such a thing since reuniting with Mingzhu, originally from the mouth of the curtain he knew what kind of hard life he lived in Biriya, and also knew that Mingzhu had been None of them have much interest in living. If it wasn't for the soft heart and too many worries, they might have really taken their own lives.

Zhou Nexue murmured: "Brother..."

Mingzhu smiled, looked at the quiet stone steps that had been going down, and sighed faintly.

"Let's go."

If you have concerns in your heart, you will be able to see a glimmer of life even in the poorest places.