After being stabbed to death by my junior brother

The distance between the two is less than an inch, and even their breaths are intertwined.

Bai Guanchen didn't seem to expect Shen Qiuting to say such a thing, he was stunned.

Shen Qiuting looked down at the pale red lips for a while, then suddenly held Bai Guanchen's face in his hands, and kissed it with a forceful gesture.

Neither of them had much experience in this area, and the kiss was stumbling and extremely jerky.

But this jerky is particularly moving in such a situation, and people can't help but indulge in it again and again.

Shen Qiuting felt the smell of blood oozing from the collision of lips and teeth.

I don't know whose heartbeat was in the chaos, it was so violent that it seemed to want to beat all the share of this life.

Bai Guanchen finally couldn't help it, and hugged the person in front of him tightly.

After a long time, the two finally separated.

Shen Qiuting calmed down the excessively violent heartbeat, raised his hand and gently wiped Bai Guanchen's bloody lips, and asked softly: "Xiaobai, what are you afraid of? Can you tell me now?" ?"

Bai Guanchen didn't speak, but hugged him even tighter: "Brother, don't go...don't go, okay?"

For the first time, he hated himself for being clumsy and tongue-tied, for not being able to say nice words to coax Shen Qiuting to stay, and could only tell him not to leave over and over again.

Even if it's just hallucinations...it's better than being cold and silent in an empty mountain, and even refusing to dream about hallucinations.

He missed this man so much.

Shen Qiuting didn't care about being hugged so hard that she couldn't breathe, so she softened her voice to coax him: "I'm here, don't go anywhere, okay?"

Bai Guanchen didn't seem to hear him at all, and still murmured to tell him not to leave.

Shen Qiuting coaxed him a few more words, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He forcibly opened the distance between the two of them, looked directly into Bai Guanchen's eyes, and said anxiously: "Xiaobai, look clearly, I am here, and I am still alive!"

Bai Guanchen looked at him quietly, raised his hand to touch his cheek, and forced a smile: "Anyway, you are willing to comfort me like this, I am very happy."

This was probably the best hallucination he had ever experienced after his senior brother left.

In the hallucinations of the past, no matter how peaceful the opening scene is, the two people talk, practice swords, or slay demons side by side as usual, and they always return to the blood-stained evening in the end.

That twilight scene reappeared in his hallucinations over and over again, as if it were a cruel reminder.

He killed the person he loved the most with his own hands.

He watched his sword pass through Shen Qiuting's heart again and again, and then watched Shen Qiuting's body turn into a puddle of blood in front of him, almost felt that he was the one who died.

Or he is already dead, and what remains in this world is just a body.

But today the senior brother finally came to see him, and he was willing to comfort him so tenderly. Does it mean that he doesn't resent him so much anymore?

That's great.

He finally dared to give up his life and went to the Nine Springs to make amends to his senior brother.

Shen Qiuting was stabbed by Bai Guanchen's calm and hopeless eyes, and was about to say something when he suddenly summoned a spirit sword and slashed at his neck.

Shen Qiuting was taken aback, raised his hand and grabbed the blade without thinking, frowned and reprimanded: "What are you doing!"

He grabbed it anxiously, a hole was cut in the palm of his hand by the spirit sword, and bright red blood flowed down the spirit sword.

Seeing the blood, Bai Guanchen was so frightened that his heart stopped beating, and the spirit sword fell to the ground with a "clang".

He looked at the wound on Shen Qiuting's hand in bewilderment, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but as if he was afraid of seeing something terrible, he didn't dare to stretch out his hand for a long time, so he could only ask in a daze: " Brother, don't you still want to see me?"

If senior brother really doesn't want to see him...then he should die later.

Shen Qiuting kicked the spirit sword to the other side, and said angrily: "If you really die, you will never see me again."

His heart ached so badly, and now he was very glad that Bai Guanchen had lost his memory.

If he hadn't lost his memory, according to his behavior just now, the two of them might not have had the chance to meet by now.

Shen Qiuting hastily bandaged the wound on his hand, glanced at Bai Guanchen who was secretly looking at him, and said fiercely: "Where's your Qiankun bag? Take it out."

Bai Guanchen obediently handed over the Qiankun bag on his body, and carefully removed his own restrictions on it.

Shen Qiuting opened the Qiankun bag, and took out all the lethal instruments and talismans inside.After taking the things, he was still worried, and searched Bai Guanchen's body carefully, and he was relieved after confirming that there was really nothing that could hurt anyone.

Bai Guanchen obediently let him move, and looked at him carefully, as if he missed a glance.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Shen Qiuting probed into his meridians with spiritual power and searched around, managed to sort out some of the key spiritual power for him, and used a sleeping talisman for him.

The talisman paper gradually began to take effect, Bai Guanchen felt a burst of sleepiness, his eyes were almost unable to open.

He suddenly struggled and grabbed Shen Qiuting's hand tightly.

He didn't dare to sleep... for fear that he would lose sight of this person when he woke up.

Shen Qiuting felt distressed by his eyes, and coaxed him earnestly: "Don't worry, I'll be here all the time."

Coaxed by Shen Qiuting, Bai Guanchen finally lost his strength and fell into a deep sleep.

Even in his sleep, the demons released along with the memories still refused to let him go.

He dreamed of the scene after Shen Qiuting's death again.

At that time, he got up in the morning to practice his sword as usual, and put away his sword after practicing a whole set of sword skills.

A gust of wind passed, and the apricot petals on the top of the head fell down like snow.

Bai Guanchen looked up and saw the rising sun, subconsciously looked back.

At this time in the past, the senior brother should have woken up.He would lazily lean on the door frame to watch him practice his sword, and occasionally point out where he made a mistake.

He wanted to listen to what his senior brother had to say, so he deliberately made his sword moves full of loopholes.

He had heard Shen Qiuting complaining more than once: "Xiao Bai, why are there so many flaws in your swordsmanship?"

Then his senior brother would come over and take him to practice this set of sword skills again.

He actually didn't understand why he had so many inexplicable and careful thoughts back then, but when he really understood, there were only misunderstandings left.

Bai Guanchen put the spirit sword away properly and went down the mountain.

A young disciple bumped into him inadvertently, and asked Bai Guanchen for directions: "That...brother, where is the Library Pavilion?"

Bai Guanchen showed him the way.

Unexpectedly, the little disciple opened his mouth and said, "Thank you, big brother!"

Bai Guanchen's body froze, and he asked, "What did you call me?"

"Senior brother," the young disciple scratched his head in confusion, "I heard from the senior brothers and sisters that you are now the biggest disciple under the head teacher, aren't you a senior brother?"

He is a newcomer from the mortal world, and he doesn't know much about the affairs of the cultivation world, so he naturally doesn't know the right and wrong of the real disciple of Lingyun Pavilion.

All the blood faded from Bai Guanchen's face in an instant.

It was the right time of spring, and all kinds of flowers bloomed on the mountain, and a petite spirit beast with a fluffy tail disappeared from the gap between the branches.

He suddenly remembered some old things for no reason.

It was also a spring day, and the sun was better than today.

His senior brother was full of spring light, sitting on a branch, brighter than the spring light of that day, normally sitting there would make people unable to take their eyes off.

Shen Qiuting tilted his head and asked him: "If you have time to wait, how about senior brother taking you to Lingxi stream to catch the little spirit beast?"

His junior has such a dull temper, if there is a little spirit beast to amuse him, maybe he can raise his temper more lively.

Bai Guanchen wiped the spirit sword in his hand carefully, and refused with downcast eyes: "I want to practice."

With the cultivation base, it is only natural to follow the senior brother.

Shen Qiuting broke off a branch at random, and said with a smile: "It's a family of children, and they are not afraid of getting bored when they practice in the mountains every day."

At that time, Bai Guanchen looked at Shen Qiuting's smooth side face, and thought in a strange way, he always said that he was a child, but in fact he himself was not very old.

……

It wasn't until this time that he realized that Shen Qiuting was so pervasive in his life that every time he raised his eyes, there were all traces left by him.

They grew up together, practiced and traveled together, and were fused into each other's blood.

The scenery in front of him was slowly covered with a layer of red, and the red became more and more intense, as if the whole world was covered with a layer of blood that could not be washed off.

"Brother, what's wrong with you!"

The little disciple saw Bai Guanchen suddenly vomit a mouthful of blood without warning, he was startled, he didn't dare to move, and hurriedly called for help.

When he woke up again, he was at the residence of Daoist Qingxu.

Daoist Qingxu withdrew his spiritual power from him, looked at himself, an apprentice who had lost much popularity, and said cursingly, "Don't let me worry about one or two, don't you know that you are insane?"

Bai Guanchen seemed to have expected this fact a long time ago, but lowered his eyes and asked, "Will I lose my mind and fall into the devil's way?"

Daoist Qingxu was speechless for a while, and then slapped him on the head: "Don't think wildly, naturally it won't develop to such a serious extent."

"Master," Bai Guanchen suddenly interrupted Daoist Qingxu, and calmly said, "It's impossible for me not to think about it."

It is impossible not to think about it, thinking about it all the time, a little thing will remind him of the person who is no longer there.

Daoist Qingxu was at a loss for words for a long time before he let out a deep sigh: "Why are you bothering?"

Bai Guanchen smiled, "If one day it really gets to that point, you can just kill me."

This is the peaceful and prosperous world that the senior brother bought with his life, and no one can destroy it, not even himself.

The time that follows is blurred.

He began to fall into hallucinations frequently, gradually unable to distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion.

Until one time, in the hallucination, he once again stabbed the sword into the heart of the long-dead man, and when he let go, his hands suddenly trembled violently.

As a sword repairer, one cannot be unsteady.

He finally couldn't pick up the sword anymore.

The last time he picked up Yinxue, he wanted to kill himself.

Daoist Qingxu who was still watching his movements kicked open the door of his room, took his spirit sword and threw it on the ground without any reason, and cursed with red eyes: "I have lost one!" Disciple, I can no longer watch a disciple walk on the road to death!"

Later, Daoist Qingxu half-forcibly sealed his memory.

After going around for 100 years, he finally found his brother again.