Is it the same with other big brothers?

I don't know who has lived in Ya for more than a year, and the layout is as before, spotless - originally planting a dust-proof tree in the middle of the yard can keep the dust from falling, but Zhou Chengxue still comes to clean it every once in a while.

Bright candles beckoned people to come in, while pushing open the half-closed door, an elegant fragrance of lotus rushed towards his face, he was taken aback, looked up and saw a few delicate lotus plants on the table.

Mingzhu probably guessed whose handwriting it was, and smiled, pushed the door open, and said to the crowd: "You go to Xiju and wait, bear snow, come and accompany me to carry the wine."

After I didn't know Ya's renovation, he directly built the huge outer room into a mat living room. The carved wooden door was opened, facing the lake in the backyard.

Zhou Lingxue followed Mingzhu to Wenxianju to carry the wine, and didn't say a word during the period. Mingzhu looked really funny, rubbed his head while counting the wine, and said: "Who is bullying my little thirteen?" Now, why are you so depressed?"

His palms were soft, with a sense of coldness that would not go away for a while, stroking Zhou Lingxue's head made him shiver unconsciously.

Ever since that absurd dream last year, Zhou Lingxue has been desperately trying to drive Ming Zhu out of her mind, but the more she forces herself to forget, the more her thoughts drift toward Ming Zhu.

He originally thought that with the passage of time, he would forget this kind of thing, but the moment he saw the bright candle more than a year later, that charming dream came to his mind again, and his heart that had been silent for a year was suddenly shaken. The stock is filled with unknown emotions.

Zhou Lingxue tilted her head slightly, avoiding Mingzhu's hand, tried her best to keep her face sullen, and said in a cold voice: "It's nothing."

Mingzhu's hand was empty, and he was a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and thought: "This child has grown up, why is he alienated from me instead? Is it because I haven't seen him for a long time?"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, so he casually overturned Zhou Lingxue's abnormality, and went back to Zhiya with a few jars of wine.

The juniors were not as polite as Mingzhu, they had already sat on the mats and waited - even if they got together to drink, they still had an indifferent face, and they didn't even speak to each other.

Probably because he was waiting a little anxiously, Yi Lingju was playing the piano with his eyes downcast, the sound of the piano was clanging, like the sounds of nature.

Mingzhu walked over, kicked off his shoes, put the wine jar on the small case in the middle with Zhou Lingxue, and greeted: "Come on, don't be too polite, if you don't get drunk today, you won't go home."

Everyone shared two or three jars of wine, and then began to drink in silence—the atmosphere didn't look like a gathering of teachers, but rather like enemies meeting each other.

Mingzhu opened an altar for Zhou Lingxue, poured some from a small wine cup and handed it to him, and said: "You are still young, you can't drink too much, just taste a little first, if you can't drink it, don't force it Own."

Zhou Lingxue gave a soft "um" and took a sip from the wine cup, still reticent.

Mingzhu looked really curious. Zhou Lingxue was not as silent as he is now before he retreated—even if he was silent, he was silent to other people, and he always seemed to know everything about Mingzhu. He was not used to being treated so coldly, so he decided to enlighten his junior brother.

Mingzhu bumped up to Zhou Lingxue, hugged his shoulders, and said, "Lengxue, tell me how you've spent the past year, have you improved?"

Zhou Lingxue is not as lazy as he is, and he doesn't think about making progress. The humiliation of being powerless in Xingyuan is always haunting him, which makes him practice extremely hard this year.

Zhou Lingxue felt a cold fragrance blowing towards his face from the bright candle, which made him tremble unconsciously, and it took him a long time before he said, "Already... Already formed."

Mingzhu was even more relieved: "Oh, Lixue is really talented and intelligent. She formed a pill at such a young age, and her future is boundless."

Zhou Lingxue pursed her lips, without much arrogance, and said in a low voice, "It's still far away."

Mingzhu continued to talk nonsense: "We have never had any rules in Rizhao Mountain, and our cultivation is just to go out without embarrassing the master, so your senior brothers are very unwilling to make progress, oh, except for your fifth senior brother, he wants If you think too aggressively, you will be a little dazed, so don't imitate him."

Yan Xueyu, who was at the side, gracefully put down the wine jar, and said lightly: "Brother, you don't know how to make progress, but it doesn't mean that other people are as willing to stop as you are. Now, except for the old nine who abolished the spirit veins, you are at the bottom of the cultivation base." .”

Lu Qingkong was blushing from drinking at the side. He didn't hold a lot of alcohol, and he started drinking madly before half the pot: "What's wrong with Fei, Fei Lingmai? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? Master , Master has never disliked me... woo... Master has never disliked me... Master is the best..."

As he spoke, he suddenly felt aggrieved, and threw his head on Yan Xueyu, whimpering softly, not knowing whether he was crying for real or fake.

Yan Xueyu was too lazy to be like a drunk, so she stretched out her hand to gently stroke his head, drank the rest of the wine in the altar very leisurely, wiped the wine stains on her lips with her sleeve, her eyes were clear, this elegant posture was in harmony with her calmness. The drunken Lu Qingkong formed an extremely sharp contrast.

Mingzhu didn't care about them, and continued to say to Zhou Xuxue: "This sect grand competition is actually just a competition between the inner disciples of the Western Mountains and Northern Mountains. Just treat it as a joke, don't take too much burden."

Zhou Nexue nodded again, but still didn't say a word.

Mingzhu seemed to think of something when he said this, touched his chin and said: "I remember this Zongmen Grand Competition, the first few seemed to be able to go out with Mr. Dao to experience, alas, the last time I went to Yucheng was not considered a Lian Lian, if you want to go out again, I can tell Master to let you go with me this time."

Zhou Lingxue shook his head, and whispered, "Don't bother."

Ming Zhu: "Uh..."

After he had exhausted his good words, Zhou Lingxue still kept a reticent attitude, which made Mingzhu a little embarrassed.

Seeing Ming Zhu's appearance, Zhou Negxue suddenly felt that he didn't know what to do, he hesitated for a moment, and was about to say something, when Ming Zhu stood up suddenly and shouted to Shen Di'an: "Hey! Ten, don't bully you third senior brother who is blind, what did you stuff into the wine jar?"

He ran over, grabbed Shen Dian, and began to educate him endlessly.

Shang Yanfeng and Yi Lingju sat together, silently sipping wine, after three jars of wine, they looked at each other without changing their expressions.

Shang Yanfeng said: "Zhou Lingxue, bring some more jars of wine."

Zhou Nexue was taken aback for a moment, nodded in response, and quickly ran out to get the wine.

Lu Qingkong was drunk with half a jar of wine, lying on Yan Xueyu's body and talking nonsense, Shang Yanfeng took away the two unopened jars of wine, and gave one jar to Yi Lingju.

The two bumped into the wine jar, and drank the wine again, very heroically.

When Zhou Lingxue came back with the wine, Ming Zhu had already wrestled with Shen Di'an, Shang Yanfeng saw him coming, frowned and said, "It's too slow."

Zhou Lingxue handed them the wine, and the two of them competed against the wine jar again, as if we would never be drunk to death.

Shen Di'an locked her legs around Mingzhu's waist, supported his chin with her hands and pushed him up, shouting: "I didn't... I didn't give him medicine... It's just Ming, Mingmu leaf powder. Hey, you dare to grab my hair? Let me tell you, Mingzhu, you are dead!"

Shen Di'an's drinking capacity was comparable to that of Lu Qingkong's, and a little blush rarely appeared on his pale face all year round. He opened his mouth and bit Ming Zhu's arm, and the two of them pinched each other's neck and rolled on the ground several times, almost rolling Go out on the promenade.

Looking at the chaos, Zhou Yuxue rubbed the aching brows.

Everyone tossed and tossed until nightfall before they finally all drank and got down. Mingzhu also drank a lot, but his face was not very drunk. He found a few quilts and spread them directly on the mat, got those drunks on them, and then The thin brocade quilts were covered one by one.

Zhou Lingxue listened to Mingzhu's words very well, didn't drink much, and followed him around at this time.

After finishing Mingzhu, it suddenly occurred to Shen Di'an that she had just recovered from a serious illness, and she might not be able to stand the cold. After thinking about it, she bent down and picked up the drunk Shen Di'an, and placed him on her bed.

Zhou Lingxue looked at it inexplicably, but he didn't know where his anger came from, so he turned his head and stopped looking.

Mingzhu worked for a long time before finally settling those ancestors down, wiped the sweat off his face, and said helplessly: "Let me just say, I am the only one who serves these ancestors, if they can remember me someday It’s good to bring some tea and water to senior brother, I will have no regrets in this life.”

Zhou Nexue didn't speak.

Just as Mingzhu wanted to touch his head, he remembered Zhou Lingxue's resistance before, so he had to put down his hand and said, "Then let's go back and rest, it's already so late."

Zhou Nexue let out a "huh" and left in a messy footstep.

Mingzhu didn't know why, but at this moment his head was a little dizzy, and he didn't have the energy to think about it, so he tidied up casually, went back to Wen Xianju's room, and went to bed.

After Zhou Nexue returned to the room, his whole heart was beating non-stop. He sat in meditation for a long time with no expression on his face, and his mind became even more confused. When he opened and closed his eyes, he could only see Mingzhu's enchanting face.

Half a day later, he got down from the bed dejectedly, thought for a while, took out a book from the table, and carefully entered the next room with bright candles.

Ming Zhu was probably drunk, but today he fell asleep without tossing for a long time, and he didn't even wake up when Zhou Lingxue pushed the door open.

A lamp the size of a bean was lit on the table as always, and watching people under the lamp made the bright candle on the couch sleeping with eyes closed even more ethereal and illusory, as if it could disappear into the world at any time.

Zhou Lingxue walked to the side of the couch and said softly, "Brother?"

Mingzhu did not respond.

Only then did Zhou Nexue make sure that he was not pretending to be asleep. He put the book he had brought on the table in a bit of disappointment, and was about to turn around and leave when the bright candle on the couch suddenly took a deep breath, and then instantly Calm down.

Zhou Nexue stood there blankly looking at Mingzhu, unable to move for a moment.

Mingzhu drank wine for a long time, and didn't have time to change his clothes. He was still wearing the thin white shirt. He didn't like to be restrained, so he unbuttoned the two cloth buttons on the front, revealing the straight collarbone and slender neck. Yanhong probably had a nightmare, his brows were slightly wrinkled, his pale lips were slightly parted, and he gasped weakly.

Zhou Nexue looked at him in rapt attention, and when he realized it, she was already sitting on the edge of the bed, with a cold hand on Ming Zhu's chin.

Zhou Nexue was taken aback, this action was too rebellious, she instinctively wanted to let go, but her body seemed to be bewitched, unable to move at all.

His heart was beating like a drum, and he bent down gently as if he was bewitched by something, watching himself almost crazily covering his pale and cold lips as if his soul had come out of his body.

In an instant, Zhou Nexue's whole body was numb as if he had been electrocuted. Before he could feel anything, someone pinched the back of his neck, and then he was violently lifted by the bright candle that suddenly woke up, and staggered into the little girl beside him. On the bookshelf, scrolls and bamboo slips were scattered all over the place.

Zhou Lingxue's expression turned pale when she met Shang Mingzhu's clear eyes.

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