159 old things in Kunlun

The cool breeze on the hall blew the corners of Wumei's clothes. She slowly walked to the jade throne, bowed her head and knelt in front of the head, and also knelt in front of the head of the head of the past dynasties, and the spiritual position of thousands of dead men. The white candlelight shone on her young face like eyes from the underworld, and she never looked up. She didn't want this innocent body, and this innocent face was branded with sin.

But... Yu Yang's eyes passed through her body and looked directly at her soul and memory. No, those memories, perhaps he has long forgotten them in the fairy class. What he is looking at is her sin. Use your companions for your own self-interest, and abandon your companions for your own selfish desires. The sin is unforgivable.

"Yu Zhen, you have something else to say."

The head of the door asked. She shook her head. Before kneeling in the former spiritual position, she has been enlightened to accept any punishment. Her soulless companions can't punish her, and the way of heaven she believes in has already punished her. What she is facing now is Yuyang Zhenren, who wants to kill her the most, who has been waiting for this day for a hundred years.

Since the day they met, they have been doomed to you and me.

A hundred years ago. At that time, there was no Wufu, no Wu Lingchun, no close maid Wumei, whom he trusted most, and no Wumei, the queen of plum blossoms. In the towering Kunlun, on the sword training field of Kunlun School Fengchengtai, there is a figure who is heroic and straight. She is dressed in a cyan Kunlun school uniform, and the light silver pattern on it is different from other disciples, which shows her identity as the chief disciple.

The sound of "drinking" and "hey" was the sound of the sword waving through the sky, all stopped abruptly as she entered the sword training field. The disciples were as vigilant as facing the enemy. They stopped their movements one after another and arched their luggage together: "Master sister!"

She slowly approached with her sword on her back, and her fierce and domineering look made the disciples dare not look directly at her. She glanced around, and her sharp eyes quickly screened out what she didn't want to see on the sword practice field.

She hugged her shoulder and said in a low voice, "Yixian, Yu Yang, Yu Hao, come out!"

"Yes!" The three people walked to her before panic and speculation. They were panicked and didn't know what they had done. The rest of the disciples who were not called were happy and worried about the three people.

"The three of you, let me think about Gu Si. You are not allowed to eat tonight!"

"Oh, have you thought about it every other day... Can I ask why?"

Yu Yang couldn't help asking. Looking back on just now, he had been practicing swords seriously, and he didn't even notice that Yuzhen walked into the sword practice field. What kind of mistake did he make? Why did you think about it again?

Yu Zhen, who had already turned around and left, looked back at him. The orange-red sunset dyed her beautiful eyebrows brightly and implicitly, but her arrogant eyes have never changed.

"Oh, Master has already given me the responsibility for the sword practice field. Today, I will talk about the rules of the sword practice field again. First, it is not allowed to be lazy when practicing swords, and those who are caught by me go to think about Gu Si for a day; second, it is not allowed to gather people to make trouble, and those who violate the precepts are whipped; third, they are not allowed to eat in the sword practice field; fourth, they are not allowed to make loud noise in the sword practice field; fifth, they are not allowed to use the sword practice field as a dating place--"

Yu Zhen said, walked to the corner, kicked the thick log with his arms in front of Yu Yang, and sneered, "I forgot, you are not lazy in practicing swords, but you have an injury on your leg, right?"

Yu Yang gritted his teeth. He looked at the thick wood under his feet and didn't know how Yu Zhen would make things difficult for him. Since he started, this domineering guy who doesn't look like a woman has fought against him everywhere: he mastered the new swordsmanship in front of him, took away the sword he wanted, and even grabbed a spoon with him for rice. The two of them clearly had the same swordsmanship, but he was injured before the sword, and lost the duel and gave up the position of the chief disciple; she became After that, the chief took over the swordsmanship field and tortured him even more. Almost every day, he had to punish him for thinking, running circles, taking care of the nursery, feeding pigs and chickens...

If you have any tricks, just use them, unlike women. Although the seat of the chief disciple was robbed by you, I will definitely not give you the seat of the head in the future.

Yu Yang thought, and his beast-like cold eyes looked at Yu Zhen. Both of them are competitive, and even the eyes that look at each other are so similar. One mountain can't tolerate two tigers. If you stay together for a day, you have to fight for a day!

"You wave this, 500 times. Humph, for the sake of your injury, reduce it a little, three hundred times." Yuzhen kicked the log on the tip of her foot and turned away. The disciples could hardly believe that it was impossible to complete such a heavy exercise with a lot of new and old wounds on his body!

Yu Yang did not ask any more questions. While holding up the log, the pain in his waist made his eyebrows involuntarily wink. The sweat that had been flowing was hanging on his chin, dripping on his wet coat.

"But, Sister Yuzhen! Brother, he has a wound on his body. If you train him like this, the wound will crack!"

A thin figure suddenly emerged from the crowd. He was a child, only as high as Yu Yang's shoulders. He ran to Yuzhen and wanted to plead for Yuyang, but he was stopped by Yuyang:

"Yushu, don't beg that woman." Yu Yang said, carried the log on his shoulder and said coldly, "Five hundred times, I can't finish it. I won't leave the sword training field."

Everyone was stunned. Two people who refused to give up twisted together. One was fierce, but the other was more fierce than him. Xiao Yushu looked at her brother worriedly and then at her elder sister Yuzhen. The two of them seemed to be nothing. One walked away alone, and the other had already held the log, walked to the quiet place, and began to wave.

In the early morning of the next day. On the dark sword practice field, there was finally a cool but hopeful sunshine, shining on the figure waving the log, "497, 498, 490..."

The sound of the tiger waving the wood stopped, and it was quiet, only his heavy gasp and the loud dripping sound of sweat. He is used to the tingling of blood bubbles in his hands, and the pain of the wounds on his body is also taken for granted. The hard night finally passed, and he is about to complete the 500 times, and he is about to win.

How could he lose to that kind of woman...

"Four hundred and ninety-nine-five-hundred!"

Yu Yang roared and waved the log to the sword rack next to him. With the crackling sound, the logs in my hand had broken into tens of millions of pieces and collapsed one after another. The sword frame also collapsed under the impact, and the scarred sword was scattered on the ground.

Win, win...

He was as if his whole body was drained. He slowly sat down against the wall and raised his unconscious hand to wipe the sweat on his neck that had not dried for a moment. Win? It's ridiculous. Speaking of which, I still pursue the same thing as that woman. Win.

It is not accurate to win. It should be said that I just don't want to lose.

"Brother."

A timid voice awakened the tired Yu Yang. It's Yushu. What is he doing here?

He quickly walked to Yuyang with a rice basket in his arms. The smell of the food reminded Yu Yang that he was not only very tired, but also very hungry and thirsty. No matter what is in the rice basket, whether it is hard steamed buns overnight, completely lumpy noodles, or boiled cabbage without any taste, he can eat them in one bite, and even lick the edges of the bowl clean.

Yu Yang's hand reached out to the wine pot first, but was stopped by Yu Shu. His child looked at him angrily, and his eyebrows were so tightly twisted, as if he were working hard with his hand, as if he could not let him take away the wine pot.

"Brother, listen to me. You have an injury on your body now. You can only take a sip."

"Oh." Yu Yang smiled. He came to Kunlun School to learn the strongest swordsmanship in the world, and he didn't expect to make friends with his competitors. As long as his own brother cares about him, he can also take care of his brother, that's enough.

"Good." Yu Yang said, raised the wine pot and poured it into his throat, and drank it all.

... There's really nothing I can do about such a brother. Yushu sighed and couldn't stop it. He could only watch him drink a pot of wine.

Yushu opened the lid bowl. Inside is a charred black thing that can't tell what it is. Yu Yang picked up the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and stared at the burnt black ball in the bowl. Is this...is it made by Yushu? He, a child who has to be taken care of by his brother in his diet and daily living, actually cooks and cooks.

Yushu blushed on the side. He didn't know that at this moment, his brother stared at the rice. What appeared in front of him was the scene of being busy in the kitchen all night, making a fire, boiling water, washing rice, cooking rice, and frying rice. He worked so hard for his brother, but he only made this black unknown object.

"Brother, don't eat it..." Yushu finally let go of the two sweaty fists and grabbed the bowl in Yuyang's hand. Yu Yang dodged his body, and his chopsticks tried his best to pick up the rice in his mouth, chewing it with his mouth, making a "bang" and "kake" sound from time to time.

Yushu's face turned redder. He lowered his head and didn't look up until he heard the sound of putting the bowl and chopsticks on it. The bowl was empty, and there was not even a little burnt black.

He looked up at his brother again, and the expression on his face was as serious as usual, cold, no happiness, no blame.

"Okay, is it delicious..." Yushu was uneasy. He waited for his brother's answer, but only waited for his big hand full of blood bubbles and sweat to gently wipe the black ash that rubbed on his face when cooking for him.

"Let's go back."

Yu Yang said, carrying his sword, leaving a solid back for his brother only in the warm morning light. For a long time, he has been moving forward in scars, and never looking back to see the only brother who loves him and relies on him... He is kind and kind by nature. Maybe he doesn't like to practice swords, but he just follows his brother to the Kunlun School. He follows this brother who won't smile at him or talk too much to him.

Yu Yang actually wants to say to his brother that now that you have grown up, why don't you leave your family and pursue your own dreams?

He has never asked. This ridiculous reason is that it is not a cowardly brother who can't live without a strong brother, but a lonely brother, who can't live without a brother who gives him hope and care.

Who would think of those unknown reasons?

If you don't want to leave, it's enough to stay by my side and be protected by me.