Is it the same with other big brothers?

"Master! Master!"

Wearing a small gown, Xiao Mingzhu Diandian ran from a distance, holding a bouquet of small flowers in his hand, with a smile all over his face, he threw himself on Guining cheerfully, and chattered endlessly: "Nah, nah! Master, the newcomer The Fifth Junior Brother asked me to teach him swordsmanship after morning class, and invited me to practice together, can Zhuer go?"

Gui Ning stretched out his hand and hugged him in his arms, with cold eyes, he said indifferently: "It's fine to discuss sword skills, but it's not necessary to practice."

Mingzhu was a little frustrated immediately: "Why?"

"Fifth Junior Brother is younger than me and has built a foundation, Zhu'er... Zhu'er has been unable to condense spiritual power since his cultivation base was abolished..." Ming Zhu stretched out his hands and entwined them in circles, the child's joy Anger, sorrow and joy are often hidden, "Zhuer doesn't want to be a waste."

Gui Ning gently patted his head, and said softly: "It doesn't matter if Zhu'er has no cultivation, Master will protect you for the rest of your life, no matter what happens, you will not be bullied."

Ming Zhu said: "But Zhuer..."

"Okay, don't talk about this." Gui Ning patted him on the back and coaxed, "I heard that your handwriting is good, Rizhao Changsheng Palace just needs a new plaque, go and mention it to me Bar."

"That practice..."

"Don't worry about your cultivation anymore. You will be your elder brother in Rizhao Mountain. Even if you don't have a cultivation base, no one will look down on you." Gui Ning's eyes darkened, "If someone bullies you, come and tell me Be a teacher."

Ming Zhu seemed to understand but half understood, seeing Gui Ning's obviously angry expression, he said yes and didn't mention it anymore.

Shang Yanfeng started a year later than him, and it only took five short years for him to cultivate from the foundation building all the way to the formation of alchemy and Yuanying. Doing nothing but not caring about him at all, aroused the jealousy of some disciples over time.

The sixth disciple of Rizhao is jealous, and has looked down upon the idiot-like embroidered pillow elder brother since the day he entered the school.

One day, Mingzhu had nothing to do, he messed with the Rizhao Hall and attracted countless beasts to besiege the Rizhao Mountain. In the end, Gui Ning Daoist took action to settle the matter, but the culprit was only Qingrou Knocking on the head as a punishment, but nothing else.

The sixth junior brother's jealousy reached its peak, and while Gui Ning was retreating, he led the bright candle to the cliff at the boundary of Rizhao, and slapped him into the abyss with one palm.

And at that time, thanks to Shang Yanfeng's rescue, Mingzhu didn't end up in a tragic death.

When Gui Ning heard about this after leaving the customs, he completely disregarded the relationship between master and apprentice, and abolished the spiritual veins of the six disciples, and expelled them from Rizhao Mountain. The cliff where Ming Zhu was thrown and fell into a coma for a month was also filled overnight by Gui Ning. .

Since then, no one has dared to bully that little senior brother at will.

In these years, in order to prevent him from becoming disabled, Gui Ning often used both kindness and power. Although he would be punished to kneel on weekdays, if Ming Zhu got hurt somewhere, it was Gui Ning who sneaked over to help him heal in the middle of the night.

Mingzhu grew up under such doting, and the cultivation base that can only reach the golden core is the cultivation base that Shang Yanfeng stalked him from time to time, pulling him away from time to time.

If not, according to Mingzhu's red lotus veins, even if he didn't use the red lotus sword, his cultivation level at this time must have surpassed Shang Yanfeng, and he might even have the power to fight Zhou Mingzhong.

Mingzhu knelt down on the ground, raised his head and showed his slender neck, and said in a low voice, "Master, how do you want me to live?"

Seeing his sad eyes, Gui Ning almost lost his voice: "I just want to protect you..."

The two were silent. After a while, there was a deafening noise outside the window, breaking the silence between the two.

Gui Ning turned his head and glanced out of the window, his pupils constricted instantly, he stood up from the soft couch, and slammed all the windows open, revealing the strange and mottled sky.

The stars in the night sky seem to be pulled towards the horizon as if being drawn by something. In the distance, purple thunder rumbles down. You can feel the terrifying power of thunder from such a distance. Knowing what a terrifying power that is.

Master Gui Ning reflected the distant purple thunder in his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "Thunder robbery..."

Ming Zhu had already got up from the ground, seeing the strangeness of the sky outside, he didn't think about his own shit anymore, he frowned and said: "Master, what is that, purple thunder?"

Gui Ning turned around and hugged Ming Zhu lightly, pressed the back of his head with one hand and held him in his arms, and only after a long time did he whisper: "Wait here for me to come back."

Ming Zhu was hugged in an unclear way, before asking anything, Gui Ning pushed him away, turned and left the room.

Mingzhu was about to catch up, but his feet staggered. He looked down, and at some point Guining Daoist unexpectedly tied a loose concentric knot on his lapel.

Rizhao's sympathetic knot has the effect of restraint, if Master Gui Ning did not personally untie it, even if Ming Zhu had a quarrel in this room, he would never be able to get out.

"Master?" Ming Zhu went to the door and patted on it, "Master, what's going on? You tell me first, Master! Master?"

There was a sound of messy footsteps outside the door, which quickly disappeared.

The more Mingzhu thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he slammed on the door again, calling the names of the juniors, but there was still no response. He was about to use his spiritual power to break through the restraints, and the concentric knots on his clothes suddenly scattered into pieces. A translucent red rope trapped him like chains.

Mingzhu was almost fainted by the tangling red rope, and he returned to the window helplessly, looking at the more fierce thunder falling in the distance, full of doubts.

He was thinking about jumping off the window when a chuckle suddenly came from his ear. When Ming Zhu turned his head, he saw Ming Zhao sitting on the table in the room, smiling at him unrestrainedly, with a hug in his arms. A pack of colorful stone candies.

Ming Zhu's face suddenly sank: "Why are you here?"

Ming Zhao put the crushed sugar in his mouth and creaked it, and said vaguely: "I heard that Guining said that you need me for something, so I'm here."

Mingzhu took a deep breath and said after a long time: "You...are you a ghost cultivator now?"

Ming Zhao nodded casually, and said, "That's right, there is nothing left of me from my death 20 years ago. Isn't it good for my soul to practice the way of ghosts?"

Ming Zhu recalled that on the Cliff of the Sun, the spooky Ming Zhao hugged Su Yan with a frenzied look, his lips trembled slightly, and with the last hope, he said: "Then... that mother What about my dear? Is she still alive?"

Mentioning Su Yan, Ming Zhao was unexpectedly silent. He turned his head and pinched a red rock candy. His pale fingertips looked more and more strange. After a long while, he said softly: "Do you know why Shen Hongchuan found out about that?" Lian is about to be silenced by Zhou Ming, and you know so much but no one dares to touch you?"

"why?"

Ming Zhao smiled softly, and said in an extremely casual tone: "Because they owe your mother a life, otherwise countless Mahayana masters fell on Biri Cliff 20 years ago, why are they the only ones who are still alive and well?" ?”

Mingzhu's pupils shrank.

"Is it because they are superior in skills, or superior to others?" Ming Zhao smiled sarcastically, "Neither, it is because they are lucky."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Ming Zhao threw the sugar in his hand into his mouth, chewed it, and said absent-mindedly: "Tell me, how much do you know about the Biri Cliff matter now, don't talk nonsense with me, I want to hear everything you know .”

Mingzhu gritted his teeth slightly, hesitated for a moment before saying: "I have thought about it since I was young..."

The battle at Biriya 20 years ago was covered up by the powers of the world, as if it was a scandal, but only Mingzhu, who watched the whole process by the side, knew that the incident was not shameful, but tragic. tearful.

Blinding Sun Cliff is always blustery with gloomy winds, blowing bloody cold wind from tens of millions of feet, mixed with roars of wild beasts.

The huge six-pointed magic circle radiated bloody light on the edge of the cliff, and Ming Zhu was held in Ming Zhao's arms, trembling weakly because of his disgust for blood.

He was buried in Mingzhao's neck, tears falling wildly in fright, and he tremblingly said: "Father, are they... dead?"

Six people sat cross-legged on the edge of the formation and closed their eyes. The blood slowly spread from under them to the middle of the formation, as if absorbed by something, sending out bursts of blood mist, filling the surroundings.

Ming Zhao's face, which had always been foolish, was now serious and indifferent, and he said coldly, "Hurry up."

Su Yan was dressed in white and stood on the edge of the cliff with compassion. If she took a step forward, she would fall into the endless hell. Her white hair was blown up by the strong wind. She turned her head slightly and said softly, "Ah Zhao, I can't hold on anymore!" .”

Ming Zhao gritted his teeth slightly, and said, "I'll look for a few more Mahayana periods..."

"It's too late." Su Yan's beautiful face revealed a sad look. She crossed her fingers on her chest, facing the abyss, and said softly: "Falling leaves return to dust, stars replace the sun, and white clouds enter the sky..."

Before she could finish speaking, there was a deafening roar of a beast suddenly from the abyss.

Ming Zhao couldn't understand the meaning of that sad and angry roar, but Ming Zhu and Su Yan did.

"Not return!"

"No replacement!"

"No entry!"

Those replies seemed to come from hell, piercing people's ears.

Ming Zhu covered her ears, tears streaming down her face.

"I want you to die!"

Surprised by the last roar, Su Yan took two steps back from the edge of the cliff, his eyes full of sadness.

She turned her head again, with tears in her eyes: "Azhao."

Ming Zhao put down the candle, walked towards Su Yan with big strides, hugged the weak woman in his arms, kissed Su Yan gently on the forehead, and said softly: "I will die with you. "

Su Yan's tears fell, but she smiled softly, and she said: "What about the candle and the vanity?"

Ming Zhao said: "I will leave the red lotus to them."

The people in the magic circle fell down one by one, Ming Zhao stepped forward and grabbed the last two people, and before their spiritual energy was completely absorbed by the magic circle, he slapped them out of the magic circle, he and Su Yan took the place of those two.

Gui Ning was dying, slowly raised his head, and looked forward vigorously.

"Ayan..."

Su Yan smiled at him in the blood, and said softly: "Zhu'er and Fuhua are entrusted to you."