Traveling through the little expert and his wonderful employers

Eight years after jumping off a cliff and not dying, he reunites and refuses to recognize him. Why is the unscrupulous brother so cruel and heartless?

——From the male second client who knows you better than your own mother.

Cheng Xiaobai is Spartan! ! This Nima has two completely different faces, neither of which is of the right height and age, so you can recognize them? ! Male second, are you on the cliff? !The red name "Bai Yanxiu" is flashing on Xiaosheng's head now? ! !

He didn't want to meet Shen Xiaoyuan at all, no, it was Shen Xingyuan, the leader of Xueyi Sect, now, otherwise many problems would not be explained.

Tips for time travel: Why don’t you pay back the money you owe?Why love the new and dislike the old?Why leave without saying goodbye?Why are all the previous character skills and hobbies forgotten?To deal with all emergencies, one sentence will help you solve all problems:

"...I really lost my memory."

The young man in white shook his head lightly, and under the candlelight, the worry on his brows floated slightly, "This...Young man, what you said just now, and that jade pendant, I really don't have any impression of you, did you recognize the wrong person?" After finishing speaking, he wanted to get up: "Thank you for the good wine and hospitality today, the night is already dark, so I don't want to bother you..."

But the person in front of him suddenly leaned forward, forced him back to the brocade couch, and whispered in his ear, "How can you admit your mistake? Brother, even if your face is completely changed, burned to ashes, and you go to hell, I will recognize you clearly..."

The tone was clearly soft like a spring breeze, but it gave people the illusion of creepiness.

Cheng Xiaobai suddenly remembered the moonlit alley three days ago, when he just said he didn't remember him, the majestic killing intent suddenly erupted from his body... Although the killing intent was not aimed at him, it contained the power to destroy the world , He was so pressed that he couldn't move in an instant.

There was no way to avoid it at this time, so I had to use the flickering candlelight to look at the person in front of me, and when I looked closely, I was a little dazed for a while.

The jade crown tied her hair, and the luxurious blue robes seemed to flow with sparkling waves, and her whole body was full of the hidden coercion of the superior.The eyebrows that were fashionable and childish have now been completely opened.Sword eyebrows and thin lips, like a white jade statue made by immortals, without any flaws.

He was so close at hand, staring at him with deep eyes, inexplicably showing a thrilling beauty, and... the trembling crisis of being stared at by wild beasts.

Cheng Xiaobai felt that this posture was unspeakably awkward, and was about to raise his hand to push it away, when he saw that the person in front of him had retreated, and he returned to the wronged expression he had when he came to the inn to pester him yesterday. Smart eyes overlapped, "It's been eight years since my brother said he would forget, I invite you here tonight just to remind you of something..."

Cheng Xiaobai looked into those eyes, his heart softened suddenly, even if Shen Xiaoyuan grew into Shen Dayuan, in front of him, he was just a naive child who relied on his elder brother.He must have suffered a lot in the years after he left.

After all, he was a bear raised by himself, so he couldn't help but feel unbearable.I was startled when I thought of this, since my memory recovered, my emotions seemed to have become more abundant...

The young man in brocade robe poured wine for the young man in white, and smiled softly, "It's raining, time to stay."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a sound of "bang 嘡", and the window lattice was suddenly opened, and a strong wind suddenly rushed in, bringing the coldness of the spring night and the clear fragrance of wine, the candle flames suddenly went out, and the green smoke cleared away.

The snow-white electric light tore through the sky, the face of the young man in brocade clothes was half-lit, his eyes were dark, like an invisible abyss, almost sucking people into it.

The young man in white raised his glass and drank it down.The thunder exploded, and then the drizzle came, and there was a clear and delicate sound, and the lingering sound was endless.

In the night rain, the green lake no longer looks as beautiful as it did during the day, it looks like a deep and terrifying black hole, and the magnificent and extravagant painting boat on it is now completely dark, hidden in the night without showing any trace, following the wind and rain, the waves of the lake lighten shake.

The young man in white got up and walked out of the room, and stood at the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back.The wind and rain rustled, and the sleeves billowed like flowing clouds.

The cold wind wakes up the drunkenness.

The young man in brocade robe stood next to him, smiling softly.The two of them didn't hold an umbrella, and after a while, the ink-haired robes were all stained with water.

People on the shore had already turned off their lights, and the bells of the temples in the distant mountains were also hidden in the sound of the rain, making it hard to hear clearly.

A dark light flickered in the young man's eyes, "16 years ago, it was also such a rainy night..."

Cheng Xiaobai smiled wryly in his heart, it seems that the education method is wrong, can memorize for so long, leaving a shadow in the child's heart?

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Cheng Xiaobai has never raised a child before, and he knows that no matter how poor he is, education cannot be poor.At least the leader of the Demon Cult cannot be illiterate.

After leading the bear boy to finish shopping for daily groceries, adding several new clothes, and finding a good restaurant to sacrifice the five internal organs, he went to the private school in the back alley and sent the old master a pot of green bamboo leaves and two catties of high-quality bacon , greeted and exchanged greetings, and the next day there was a child named Shen Xingyuan in the small private school.

After Shen Xingyuan cried that day, he was extraordinarily sensible and well-behaved. He listened to what Bai Yanxiu said, never talked too much, and the most frequent gesture was nodding.He understands that it is too much to go too far, showing weakness occasionally can arouse the person's pity, but if it happens every day, it will only cause boredom.

The eight-year-old child gets up to read every day before dawn, goes to morning class when the rooster crows, and continues to study and practice calligraphy at night, while cleaning up the kitchen that Bai Yanxiu has messed up, cooking vegetables and making soup.

Cheng Xiaobai's cooking skills at that time were appalling.

At first, he was worried about what he would do with the malnourished children raised by the future leader, so he had to take the bear children to the restaurant almost every two days for a tooth sacrifice.Later when Shen Xingyuan entered the kitchen once, he realized that the leader is worthy of being the leader, no matter how talented he is, he is outrageously talented.After that, he was in charge of buying and washing vegetables, and the bear boy was in charge of frying and cooking.

Rao is like this, but I still feel from the bottom of my heart that the child has endured hardships with me.

He didn't know that Shen Xingyuan didn't dare to fall asleep every night, for fear that when he opened his eyes again, he would return to that dirty opera house, or the dirty deep house compound, or even the bloody night.All the peace and beauty that Bai Yanxiu brought to him were like unbelievable dreams.

After two months like this, Shen Xingyuan finally dared to confirm that the smile in the man's eyes was genuine concern for him.I will be happy because he eats an extra bowl of rice, I will laugh and ruffle his hair because my master praises him, I will pinch his face and say, "Finally gained a little weight, but I still need to eat more", everything is not an illusion , It was he who really met someone who regarded him as a younger brother.

And after that?People who have struggled for a long time in the dark and cold night, when they get a little warm light, they can't help asking for more.

Brother, where is your bottom line? The child smiled lightly, his immature face looked innocent and harmless.

One night there was a thunderstorm, and with the cold rain hitting the window, Cheng Xiaobai suddenly heard a quick knock on the door, which seemed to be accompanied by a weak cry.

Putting on the clothes and getting out of bed, as soon as the door was opened, she saw the soft and sticky little Douding hugging the quilt, standing outside the door with bare feet, her immature face was pale, and she said in a crying voice: "Brother, thunder... I'm afraid. "

The two stared at each other for a long time, Cheng Xiaobai had to sigh, "...Come in, don't catch a cold."

I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, only to feel that someone was strangling my waist and I couldn't breathe.At this time, the rain had stopped, the moonlight shone lightly into the window lattice, the child in his arms was frowning tightly in his sleep, he raised his hand to brush it, his hand was full of tears.

At that time, Cheng Xiaobai suddenly understood that even if this person's martial arts skills and ruthlessness make the whole Jianghu tremble in the future, he is just a child now.A child who has lost a loved one and is in distress.

Soft-heartedness is the worst thing to do, and from then on, the brat came to grab the quilt from him every night.

Unknowingly, the warm rain, the clear wind, the first thaw, and the east wind blows green and willows on the embankment.

Calculating the time, it is time for Shen Xiaoyuan to practice martial arts in the original book.Cheng Xiaobai sighed again. After all, this is a man who is going to become the leader of the Demonic Sect. Being too soft-tempered is not a good thing.

But he couldn't bear to drive Xiao Douding out of the bed, so he was waiting for an opportunity.Waiting until this night of spring rain.

The fine raindrops hit the eaves, causing confusion, the lanterns exploded, and the ink stains fainted.

Standing in front of the case, Shen Xingyuan poured water and rubbed ink, dipped his hair into the full ink, and touched Liu Gongquan's "Mysterious Tower" stroke by stroke.Although the brush strokes are immature and weak, they faintly reveal the charm and strength of the frame.

The young man beside him was leaning on the armchair, holding a cup of tea, half-closed his eyelids, as if he was tired.

Even if the wind and rain were blowing, the night was extremely quiet.Quiet abnormal.

The candles in the room were suddenly extinguished.Shen Xingyuan trembled suddenly, leaving a shocking deep ink mark on the rice paper.

Someone holding his hand in the dark is a reassuring warmth.

With a "squeak", the door was slowly pushed open, and the man in Tsing Yi took the child's hand and walked out of the house, and the cool wind and rain rushed towards his face in an instant.The young man looked tired, like a frail young man leaning against the door to listen to the rain, but he said to Shen Shenyu night: "It's getting late, the child should go to bed, the guests should come out earlier."

Before the words were finished, the ghosts and monsters hiding and dormant in the rainy night moved instantly.

Several black shadows soared into the sky, and fell from outside the courtyard gate, on the wall, and on the eaves. In the blink of an eye, the small courtyard was already filled with darkness, and it seemed a little cramped for a while.

Shen Xingyuan's pupils shrank instantly, it was those people!No, more people came than that time!The fear hidden in the depths of his heart was reawakened and magnified infinitely. He subconsciously took a step back, but saw the person in front of him looking at him with concern.

"Is it cold? Go back to the house and put on some clothes, and get my sword by the way..."

Shen Xingyuan was taken aback when he recovered, "What sword?"

"...The one that killed the chicken yesterday."

When Shen Xingyuan came out, he heard a hoarse sneer, "Qishatang does business, uses people's money to eliminate disasters with others, cuts grass and roots, and pays attention to integrity. The calf you took away is small, and Qishatang's reputation is great. You have broken our rules, no matter what your background is, you will not be allowed to stay today."

The man in Tsing Yi suddenly realized, "So it's the rules of Qishatang..."

Shen Xingyuan felt that his heart was suddenly picked up, as if the person was about to say in the next moment: I have long admired this child, I have never met this child, so you can take him with you...

I only heard the people around me say lightly, "I haven't heard of it."

Turning around, he took the sword in his hand and smiled lightly, just like that night when the blood was shining and the green lotus was just blooming.

Shen Xingyuan suddenly realized that this person seemed to be different.

It turned out that he had never really known Bai Yanxiu.

The fine rain curtain under the eaves formed a shallow pool on the blue bricks in front of the door, and the man walked down the stone steps step by step, stepping on the water, accompanied by the splashed hem of his clothes.The hand with sharp bones is holding the black sword hilt, and the rainwater hits the scabbard, raising a misty mist.

Suddenly there was a mournful dragon chant, and a cold light appeared from the long sword unsheathed.At this moment, Young Master Tsing Yi's aura suddenly changed, and his whole body was filled with killing intent.It was as if the wind and rain in the sky and the earth had to avoid him three points.

He shouted sharply, "In this case, I will fight with the sword, and it will not be in vain for you to wait thousands of miles to come and bury your bones in the south of the Yangtze River!"

The spring breeze blows the rain, killing night.

The bright sword light cut through the night.The rain is violent and the wind is violent, and the sword pierces the rain curtain faster than the rain falls.Shen Xingyuan only heard a cry of pain, and the man in black who spoke just now flew straight out and fell hard on the courtyard wall.Immediately, the miserable wailing became one piece, and the cold light rising in the dark night seemed like a wandering dragon above the nine heavens, or like a vast expanse of rippling blue waves, the drizzle washing away the blood that was flowing.

He killed people in the spring breeze and night rain, and his beauty was so glorious that it was shocking.

Many years later, Shen Xingyuan has read all the exquisite martial arts in the world, but he has never seen such a sword again.

After an unknown amount of time, the rain gradually subsided, and Jian Guang also became quiet.The man stepped over the corpses all over the ground and walked towards him step by step.

The tone was as light as asking what to eat tonight: "Is there a body collection meeting?"

Shen Xingyuan nodded seriously.

Those people's black clothes were all shredded, blood flowed horizontally, the better ones pierced their chests with a sword, and the more broken bones and viscera were visible, and the limbs were broken.The thin child walked into the rainy night, and it was very difficult to move the heavy corpse with his slender arms. It seemed that there was still a lingering temperature within his reach.Panting, he dragged the corpses to the dry well in the corner of the small courtyard, filled the well, and covered it with a layer of dead wood and gravel.It was the first time for him to do such a thing, but he seemed calm and skillful, as if he had done it countless times.After cooking cleanly and neatly, I took a handful of rainwater and washed my hands carefully.

When he returned to the house, he put on a look of distress, and threw himself into a warm embrace, not letting go for a long time.

And the pair of hands that used to hold the sword pinched his face at this time, as if to comfort him, a familiar voice came from above his head: "Killing people and studying is not so tiring, you will understand this truth later."

Suddenly, he saw that the man's cuffs were stained with dark red dots, falling on the green clothes, mixed with the water stains, it was almost indistinguishable.

Then I remembered what I asked Bai Yanxiu this morning, why doesn't my brother wear white clothes?At that time, the man just smiled and said that he was impatient with dirt.

It turns out that this is intolerance to dirt.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped, and the voice of the bear in his arms was muffled: "Brother, I want to learn martial arts."

Cheng Xiaobai got his wish with a smile, thinking that the bear boy understood the benefits of learning martial arts to protect himself.

He didn't see the flickering dark light in Shen Xingyuan's eyes.

Control the life and death of others, or be controlled by others; become a burden by following him, or become strong and keep him by his side forever.How to choose is very simple.

This night, full of spring breeze and blood, warmth and killing, the two embracing each other have different thoughts and don't know each other.

The next day suddenly cleared up, and the light sunlight shone through the shadows of the trees. The small courtyard was as clean as before. The young man in Tsing Yi messed up the child's hair, "I will go to say hello to my master today, and you will stay at his house for the next two days." Next, I'm going out for a while, you study hard, don't be lazy, and listen to the master."

Shen Xingyuan nodded seriously.

At nightfall on the third day, Bai Yanxiu came to pick him up from the private school in the back alley. His Tsing Yi was stained with dust, and he was faintly tired, but his eyes were clear and he smiled happily: "Mother Meng moved three times in the past, now it's our turn to imitate the sages once."

They moved to the street facing Jiangnan Academy, and the yard has doubled in size.

I don't know what method Bai Yanxiu used to get him into the prestigious Jiangnan Academy.

Since then, life has remained peaceful, except that besides studying, he also practiced martial arts with his brother.

Cheng Xiaobai was delighted to find that his brat has been working hard recently, coupled with his heaven-defying aptitude, he has almost made rapid progress in the country.It seems that cultivating a demon cult leader who is civilized, polite, and martial arts is just around the corner!

Shen Xingyuan was a little disappointed, and his brother used the excuse of moving this time to sleep in a separate room with him.

One day after evening class, he went to buy apricot blossom cakes in Luosun Tower, when he heard the storyteller's tone faltered, "Let's say that on the eighth day of last month, a young man in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared in the rivers and lakes. He chose the Qisha Hall in Saibei, and slaughtered 130 killers in the hall overnight, many of them have long been famous and powerful..."

Shen Xingyuan took the greased paper bag, turned around and left.

It turned out that his elder brother only smiled gently at him, which is really good.

Run thousands of miles for him, and end the future troubles.But nothing was mentioned.

That night the spring wind blew and rained, lightning tore through the sky, and the figure in Tsing Yi holding a sword was frozen in his childhood memory.