Brother Wen's little padded jacket

The wind and rain on Sishui Island made the door slam, and Cheng Xiao stared at the door panel suspiciously, occasionally shrinking his neck in fright when there was a loud sound.

Aunt Mei picked out the fish bones and put them into his bowl, and let him eat them clumsily with a large spoon.

"Is it tasty?"

Cheng Xiao stopped to look at her.

Aunt Mei asked again, "Is it delicious?"

He frowned with a smile and let out an indistinct cry.There was another "bang" on the door panel, and he timidly opened the door, only the salty sea breeze.

Aunt Mei closed the door for him, "Young Master Yue may not come back today. I heard that a big event happened in Jianghu, which made everyone afraid to go out."

Cheng Xiao frowned and looked at her blankly.

"A devil from many years ago seems to have come out again, he seems to be called Shen Xiuyi? Smile, have you heard of it?" Aunt Mei smiled and put the spoon into his hand, "Why don't you eat it?"

Cheng Xiao rolled his eyes, curled up on the chair, and stared blankly at his hands.

"You don't eat well, Young Master Yue will be angry when he comes back." Aunt Mei and him were in a stalemate for a while before being defeated, she got up to clean up the dishes, "Forget it, Aunt Mei will warm it up for you, and you can go to the kitchen to eat when you are hungry." gone."

After washing the dishes, Aunt Mei put the rest of the fish into the pot and boiled hot water for Cheng Xiao to wash his face.Cheng Xiao sat quietly on the chair the whole time, seeing her reaching out, he took the towel and wiped it himself.

"Oh, Xiaoxiao is so good today, she can wash her face by herself."

Cheng Xiao smirked subconsciously, then frowned after laughing.

"What are you thinking, go to sleep."

Lying on the bed, Cheng Xiao burst into tears suddenly, which frightened Aunt Mei, and it took her a long time to coax her to finally stop.It was late at night, and the room was dead silent. He stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time, then slowly stood up, searched the room for a long time, and finally went to the kitchen to get a rolling pin.

Fifteen years ago, the "Three Child Prodigies of Jinglong" had grown into the "Three Heroes of Jinglong" and were invited to Qingxu Academy to discuss Taoism.Only the second day, Shen Xiuyan went home and said he was sick.

Cheng Xiao happened to be on his way back, so he went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to see him.

It will be four years before he comes out again.

In the dark and dank dungeon, Shen Xiuyan screamed and wailed loudly, rolling up the long stone steps.

Xiangxiong sat at the nanmu table, looking at him lovingly.

Shen Xiuyan didn't dare to cry anymore, he seemed to be crazy too, after a while of whimpering, he finally opened his mouth, "Father..."

"Good boy."

"I can't take it anymore...I can't take it anymore!!! Foster father...the child wants to die, I really can't take it..."

"Xiuyan. Xiangyong is not dead yet, and Xiangxiu Xiangyi is not dead yet. How can I be willing to let you die?" Xiangxiong looked at him sincerely, "Raise a soldier for a thousand days, use a soldier for a while."

"I was ignorant when I was young...but now...but now! Others are fine, Cheng Xiao... Cheng Xiao..." Shen Xiuyan cried until he couldn't breathe, and grabbed his chest with both hands, as if wanting to cut his heart out .

"Master, Young Master." The servant knocked on the door suddenly, "Master Yue is here to visit."

Shen Xiuyan seemed to be struck by lightning, as if his mouth and nose were choked, and he didn't dare to make another sound.

Xiangxiong laughed uncontrollably, "Which Young Master Yue?"

The servant replied suspiciously, "Yue Mingji, Ling Yunfeng's great disciple, has a very good relationship with the young master."

Shen Xiuyan's forehead touched the cold floor, and there was no sound for a long time.

"Xiu Yan, you often say that you are 'less than one ten-thousandth of Yue Mingji'... This Yue Mingji has such a cultivation level at such a young age, I really want to see it."

"No, no...it can't be him...it can't be him..." Shen Xiu's words were like gossamer, tears could no longer flow from his dry eyes, "I kill, I kill, Xiangyong? Xiangxiu? Xiangyi... Who else, I kill, I am obedient...it can't be him...it can't be him..."

Wen Xingyi lit the torch and walked into the wooden house alone.It is the most stupid way to sit on the sidelines, but he can only gamble.

The time for a stick of incense passed, the flame burned out, and fell into darkness in an instant.

There was a slap on the back, and a hoarse roar came from the darkness. Wen Xingyi said angrily, "Will I fall for the second time?! What are you doing!"

With a bang, the sword came out of its sheath, and an old voice sounded in the cave, "Where is Shen Xiuyan?!"

With a sound of "Zheng", Wen Xingyi blocked the blow, and the blade of the sword burst into dazzling flames, "Is it you? Where is Lin Qi? Shen Xiuyan is dead. I don't care where you heard the rumors. What you did and what you did back then What's the difference between Shen Xiuyan?!"

"Heh, how could Gu Weichen have an apprentice like you, right and wrong, who is a slave to tigers! Yue Mingji, don't come here! I have studied this room a long time ago, if you go one step further, the old man will have his own way to get out, but you are again today. What a waste of time!"

Yue Mingji gritted his teeth, stood outside the door, and stopped moving.

"Senior, let's sit down and have a good talk." Wen Xingyi sighed, "There is a spell hidden in my clothes. I think Senior's hand is seriously injured. I can heal it for you."

The masked man sneered, "Since we have reached this point, are we still stingy with a hand? Where is Shen Xiuyan?! If you don't tell me, everyone in the world will find him out, but by that time we don't know how many people have died. It's Lou Ningkun!"

"Bastard! Why do you drag innocent people into it!"

"Lou Ningkun is innocent? Could it be that those who were arrested by Shen Xiuyan were all criminals?!" The masked man spat viciously, "Yue Mingji, Shen Xiuyan is your friend for many years, it is only natural for you to feel compassion. But have you forgotten that Cheng Xiao grew up with you, but was murdered? Cut the nonsense, I almost fell into your trap—"

Wen Xingyi snorted.

"Junior Brother Wen!"

A dazzling flash of light suddenly lit up in the darkness, the masked man let out a scream, and suddenly slapped his backhand, causing the wooden wall to shatter into pieces. Xiangyi picked up Wen Xingyi, "Go!"

The wooden house collapsed in an instant, and Yue Mingji who was outside the house was also shaken for a while, and quickly flew after him.After a while, he turned back angrily, but returned in vain.

"How are you?" Xiangyi clasped Wen Xingyi's shoulder.

"Eyes..." Wen Xingyi's eyes were stinging and he couldn't open them, "Don't panic, take a look and see if the powder is red."

"Yes."

Wen Xingyi breathed a sigh of relief, "Zhangmu San, I have the antidote in my purse."

Xiangyi skillfully untied the purse on his waist, took out a small white porcelain bottle, held his face, and carefully poured it over his eyes.

The hot pain was subdued by the cool liquid, Wen Xingyi blinked slowly, saw a little light slowly, and slowly opened his eyes.

Xiangyi's heartbroken eyes hit the bottom of his heart, and Wen Xingyi lowered his head guiltily.

He didn't know how terrible his face was covered in blood and tears. Xiangyi took out a handkerchief and gently wiped it off bit by bit, "Does it still hurt?"

He held Xiangyi's hand and shook his head, "Are you injured?"

"It's fine." Yue Mingji heaved a sigh of relief, "Then I'll go back first, I can't leave for too long."

Xiangyi suddenly drew his sword, and the cold light struck Yue Mingji!

Yue Mingji blocked passively, and the scabbard was split in two. He said angrily, "Xiangyi! What do you mean?!"

"You said you would protect him!" Xiangyi's voice was terrifying. His sword was named Chutian, and he usually had a gloomy color, keeping a low profile. Many people fought against him several times without seeing a trace of aura.But now the light is shining brightly, and the spiritual power is flowing like lightning, trembling and bright, and even let out a low hissing moan.

"Palace Master..." Wen Xingyi still couldn't see clearly, and shouted anxiously, "Xiangyi!"

Yue Mingji became famous when he was young, and he had never been afraid of anyone in Lunjian, but now that he was stared at by such a pair of eyes, he couldn't help but feel his hairs stand on end.

"You're injured!" Wen Xingyi walked up in panic, and saw a trace of blood oozing from Xiangyi's back.

"It's not in the way." Xiangyi snorted coldly and retracted the sword, as if even looking at Yue Mingji was unnecessary.

Wen Xingyi quickly took off Xiangyi's coat, and gently pressed his hands on the wound to heal him.Xiangyi suddenly had a strange idea in his heart, the hand of the senior brother is always so warm.

It was a snowy winter night when he fled to Lingyun Mountain Villa, and there was a string of fires beside the Qingxi River at the foot of the mountain.He was seriously injured, running in the snow, it was a very cold night.

He fell down, he fell into a coma, he thought he was going to die in a foreign land.

It was such a pair of warm hands that healed his wound and carried him step by step back to a place with light and warmth.

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