There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi fell into darkness.

But there was an extra piece of his memory.

He understood that this was the memory that was lost after the fusion of souls.

Those memories are as deep as nightmares.

He couldn't help but feel familiar when he looked at it.

.........

That year, Wen Yuxi was eight years old and Wen Qianyi was thirteen years old.

The child swept the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on the table to the ground with an angry look on his face.

She was holding back tears and yelling at people not to pick it up.

The maids and servants serving on the side stood there at a loss.

I felt distressed but didn't dare to go forward.

"Young Master, the eldest master will be back soon, don't be sad."

After the child vented his anger, he sat down on the ground.

She buried her head between her legs and cried, "Brother, brother."

When eight-year-old Wen Yuxi was still acting coquettishly and cutely.

His thirteen-year-old brother was already able to follow his father to the battlefield and kill people everywhere.

Wen Qianyi didn't expect that he was the one who doted on him and also the one who made him sad.

The brother who left without saying goodbye left a letter saying that he would return safely when Xier had made some progress in calligraphy.

Therefore, every page of the inscribed book was printed with every word on the finest rice paper.

Every word was filled with resentment, and some were already blurred.

I'm afraid the words were drowned by tears.

Seeing this, Wen Yuxi now seems to understand the mood at that time.

I don’t know how many days and nights it took.

He wrote over and over again.

He regarded practicing calligraphy as an expectation, a wish, and a desire.

Because my brother said that he would return when his calligraphy became successful.

He wants to work harder, work harder.

He lost interest in the games and toys that once kept him away from eating.

He liked to practice his calligraphy stroke by stroke, by lighting a lamp, in the quiet evening.

Because this way you can always write faster and faster.

He wrote many letters, tearing them up and writing them again, writing them again and tearing them up again.

Letters home always report good news but not bad news, and he writes them in a very detailed and fragmented manner.

"All the leaves in the yard had fallen. The maids swept them into a pile, piled them in the corner and lit them. The flames were so big they almost shot up to the sky. He had grown several inches taller and would be as tall as his brother's shoulders when he came back. He said he cleaned his brother's room every day, just like he was at home."

The maid in the courtyard has been absent-minded in her work recently, with a gloomy look on her face.

But when he asked, they all kept silent.

He inquired cautiously, as if it were a casual inquiry.

The maids let the cat out of the bag.

Oh, it turns out that the neighboring country is about to invade the capital.

So what happened to his father and brother?

The war situation at the border is tense, there is no news from my brother, and it is difficult to send letters home.

He tore up the letters one by one in a self-torturing manner.

He threw it into the charcoal brazier, and the flames spread up, then he reached out to pick it up with regret.

"Sizzle, sizzle", the skin and flesh were scorched by the hot charcoal brazier.

Tears of pain fell into the charcoal brazier in strings and finally turned into ashes.

On countless nights, his brother's bloody figure, bathed in blood, walked towards him step by step.

The fierce battle lasted for several months.

Wait until the third heavy snow falls in the capital.

Good news from the border has just arrived.

The Rong and Di tribes were beaten back.

We fought until we reached their doorstep, and they surrendered. A few days later, they came to sign an agreement of submission.

The eldest son of the Wen family is truly a young hero. It is true that a tiger father will have a dog son.

The shadow that had shrouded the capital for three months was finally covered by joy.

The maids and servants in the mansion worked more and more enthusiastically.

As for him, he practices his calligraphy and reads his books every day.

The pen in his hand wrote more and more vigorously.

One after another, the inscribed books fell from the table.

New Year’s Eve.

The mighty Wen family army finally rushed back from the border.

It was the first time that Wen Yuxi sneaked onto the street alone.

Hiding in the crowd, looking for my brother.

"Hey, where's the young general? Why didn't he show up? I came here specifically to see him."

"Oh, you didn't know? The Major General was injured in the melee, and His Majesty was so kind as to allow him to return in a carriage."

I'm hurt.

Wen Yuxi returned home in a daze.

I practiced calligraphy on the desk in my brother's room, stroke by stroke, as if this could make my brother better.

Victory at the border, and it’s New Year’s Eve for families to reunite.

Emperor Wu of Zhou hosted a banquet for his ministers in the main hall to celebrate the army's return. The seats were packed and the hall was filled with laughter and joy.

When everyone is drunk and excited.

The young general, claiming to be unwell, bid farewell to His Majesty and left the table.

On your Majesty's left sits the Queen, and on your right sits the Imperial Concubine.

There was a drunken smile in his eyes, and he waved his hand and let the man go.

Outside the house, the snow was falling heavily, already half a foot thick.

The young general lowered his head and rushed into the flying snow.

He didn't alarm anyone.

I went to my brother's room first.

The lights were off, the charcoal brazier was not lit, and the bed was cold.

After a slight pause, he gently closed the door and went to his own yard.

The heavy snow covered everything.

There was only one compartment, and the light was on, flashing orange light from time to time.

The young general carefully opened the door and closed it again.

I saw a young man sitting at the table.

With her head slightly lowered, she held the wolf hair brush he had given her in her hand and wrote with undivided attention.

The warm candlelight fell on his cheeks, softening his eyebrows and eyes, making him look exactly the same as in his memory.

The young general couldn't bear to disturb him.

Gently took a fox fur coat from the shelf.

She slowly approached and draped it over his shoulders.

The little boy who was holding the pen suddenly felt his fingers tremble.

A large drop of ink soaked into the rice paper, ruining the carefully traced handwriting.

The young boy ignored all this and continued holding the pen.

Turning around, he smiled and said, "Brother, do you think my handwriting has improved a little?"

It seemed as if all the lights in the room entered his eyes, so brilliant and scorching.

.........

Wen Yuxi's eyes were filled with tears when she read this memory.

What a scene of brotherly love and respect.

But the younger brother is so dependent on his older brother, and the older brother loves his younger brother so much.

Why does everything change?

If it is really as the spirit of the weapon guessed.

The soul of my younger brother before he was eight years old was myself.

After the age of eight, my brother's soul became someone else.

He died and returned to this world.

What happens after your brother dies?

Will it also return to Earth?

The answer is, I don't know.

Wen Yuxi thought, since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it.

Regardless of whether Wen Qianyi is his biological elder brother or not, he will take it one step at a time.

Suddenly Wen Yuxi wondered if Wen Qianyi had discovered that the Wen Yuxi from the past was not his brother.

And now that I'm back, has he noticed it?

After all, there is such a big difference between myself and my original self.

After regaining his composure, Wen Yuxi stopped thinking about this meaningless question.

Wen Yuxi naturally accepted some unfamiliar memories.

I woke up quickly.

The spirit of the weapon was sleeping soundly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He woke up after hearing the noise: "Wen Yuxi, you have absorbed so much spiritual energy, give me some, I haven't felt the taste of spiritual energy for many years."

Wen Yuxi was confused: "How can I give it to you?"

"No trouble, since you are one with me, I will just take it directly."

Wen Yuxi was not stingy and waved his hand generously: "You can take it. Ask me for it when you need it."

The spirit of the weapon accepted it without hesitation.

"Spirit of the weapon, should I learn some spells to attack people, or fly with a sword?"

The weapon spirit shook its head and said, "Your spiritual power will be gone once you use it up. Don't rush for success at this stage. I'll give you a few books of basic spells later. You can learn them first."

Wen Yuxi decided to listen to him.

He hasn't had a single bite of food since he was captured last night.

Wen Yuxi is feeling very hungry now.

He walked out of the cave and covered it with weeds again.

Even if someone walked past the cave entrance, they would not be able to find it.

The sun was setting slightly outside.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, but it didn't feel very hot.

Maybe it’s because we’re on the top of the mountain.

The cool breeze blows gently, and the whole mountain is filled with the cool autumn scenery.

Wen Yuxi's leisurely walk down the mountain made people anxious.

"With your speed, can you get down the mountain before dark?"

The spirit of the weapon asked impatiently.

Wen Yuxi had just found a wooden stick as thick as his wrist and was leaning on it with his right hand.

"Why rush? It will only take two hours if we continue down this road."

He pointed down the mountain and said, "Look, the inn at the foot of the mountain is not far away."

The spirit of the weapon rolled its eyes: Let’s wait and see.

Then he turned over and fell asleep in Wen Yuxi's sea of ​​consciousness.

Wen Yuxi walked for a while and stopped to rest.

He raised his hand and looked towards the sky.

Suddenly, I saw a small black dot in the distance approaching me quickly.

He looked intently.

I saw the black spot slowly appear.

It turned out to be a cultivator who could fly on a sword.

"Spirit of the weapon, there are immortal cultivators coming this way."

Wen Yuxi reminded calmly.

The spirit of the weapon sat up from the couch with a "whoosh"

I couldn't help but complain: "Why are you here again? Can't you let me have a good rest?"

Wen Yuxi said puzzledly, "Just rest and don't worry about him. He might not be coming for us. Even if he saw us, he would think we were just people having fun in the mountains. Besides, you've already taught me the Qi Condensation Technique, so why worry?"

The spirit of the weapon shook its head: "It's hard to say, hard to say."

Just this moment of conversation.

The outline of the sword immortal has already appeared.

Strangely enough, his sword-riding speed slowed down.

And slowly descend from a high altitude.

Wen Yuxi was stunned: It’s over, he guessed it again.

But in that person's eyes, I am just an ordinary person, so what is there to plot for?

Wen Yuxi was speechless. Why wasn't this person afraid of people knowing that he was a god?

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Why had he never seen a cultivator when he was just an ordinary person before, but now they appeared in large numbers?

Is this what they call: the law of attraction?

Wen Yuxi didn't stop and walked down the mountain pretending to know nothing.

The man slowly landed in front of him.

"Oh my god, are you a god? How come you flew here?"

Wen Yuxi performs at any size anywhere.

His face looked surprised and his tone was shocked.

The man shook his head. "I'm not a god. May I ask if you know how to get to Sirius Peak?"

This is a young man in his early twenties, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, gentle and elegant appearance, and a voice like a spring.

What a handsome cultivator.

What a directionally challenged monk.

"Goddess, are you going to Sirius Peak?" Wen Yuxi thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Goddess, you're going in the wrong direction. You should go south. You have to go through three towns to get there."

His face was full of smiles and his words were sincere.

"I see. Thank you, sir."

The man smiled.

He then summoned his flying sword and flew off into the distance against the wind.

Watching the man flying farther and farther away, Wen Yuxi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she began to envy the man's flying sword.

The spirit of the weapon said that he needed to build a foundation before he could fly. It seemed that he had to find some spiritual power as soon as possible.

"Sir, are you going down the mountain? Let me take you there."

Suddenly a voice came from behind.

Wen Yuxi was so frightened that he felt a chill on his back.

He was completely unaware of when she came behind him.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but secretly annoy himself for being too careless.

The spirit of the weapon in the sea of ​​consciousness had already fallen asleep with its limbs spread out.

Well, just go ahead and do it yourself.

Wen Yuxi slowly turned around and looked at the person behind him.

Unexpectedly, it was the cultivator who came to ask for directions and came back.

He pretended to be surprised and said, "I am glad to see you again, Immortal. I wonder if you would like to stay with me. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

The immortal cultivator shook his head and smiled slightly: "I think it will be quite difficult for you to go down the mountain. Since it's faster, why don't we send you down the mountain first and then go to Tianlang Peak."

Wow, he is actually a warm-hearted cultivator.

It's really rare.

It is essential to be on guard against others.

But in this man's eyes, he was just an ant that could be crushed to death at will, so there was no point in being on guard.

It’s better to take a ride on a flying sword with confidence.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but be eager to try it out, and said happily, "Really? Thank you so much."

He got on the man's flying sword without hesitation.

"I, I can't stand steadily."

Wen Yuxi tells the truth.

The man smiled and said, "Sir, please hold my shoulders."

For the sake of his own life, Wen Yuxi obeyed obediently.

After seeing Wen Yuxi stand firm, the man slowly started forward.

Due to inertia, Wen Yuxi's body suddenly leaned back and he almost fell down.

In a moment of desperation, he closed his eyes, pulled himself forward, and finally managed to keep his footing.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that his hands were still around her waist.

Her face flushed uncontrollably, and she stammered, "Sorry... I'm a little afraid of heights."

After saying that, he quickly let go and then held the man's shoulders.

The man shook his head. "No problem. Stand still. We're about to leave."

He was exceptionally considerate. Flying on the sword wasn't very fast, faster than a cable car but slower than a car.

A stable batch.

So Wen Yuxi gradually gained courage and opened his eyes.

They were below the clouds and not flying very high.

But most people think it is a flying bird when they see it.

The wind is very refreshing, and it feels so comfortable that I can’t describe it.

"It turns out there really are immortals in this world. I always thought that what was said in the storybooks was fake. Immortal, were you born an immortal, or did you become one through cultivation like Lü Dongbin?"

"the latter."

Men value words like gold.

"Where are you from then? I also want to fly and hide like you. Do you think I have the talent? Can I become your disciple?"

"I have been wandering around and am not from anywhere. Young Master has extraordinary talent and will have great opportunities in the future."

Wen Yuxi thought, is this a rejection?

Of course, I don’t really want to take you as my master.

"Well, I won't be so rude as to embarrass you."

The man shook his head, looking helpless.

Suddenly, Wen Yuxi smelled a faint fragrance.

He moved slightly closer to the man, and sure enough, the fragrance came from him.

And this fragrance seems to have been smelled somewhere before.

Where is it?

Wen Yuxi thought hard but couldn't figure it out.

So I just asked directly: "Goddess, what kind of incense are you using? It smells so good. Can I buy it at the market?"

The man stiffened slightly when he heard this: "This... I don't know."

After saying that, he fell silent.

While they were talking, they were almost at the foot of the mountain.

The man dropped him off not far from the market town.

The place was sparsely populated and no one noticed the two of them.

"Now that it's delivered, I'm leaving now."

"Then, will I be able to see you again in the future?"

The man smiled and said, "We'll meet again if we're destined to. Take care."

After saying this, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew away.

That's amazingly fast.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but sigh, "What an amazing sword-controlling technique."