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According to the routines of the few chivalrous legends that Shen Quehan read 100 years ago, when a young genius with outstanding skills was wronged and wronged, and returned to the world after a narrow escape, he must be indignant at the moment when he learned the truth Shouting, burning with guts, vomiting blood and fainting at the slightest level, becoming obsessed with anger at the severest level, and then going out with a knife to kill the enemy-in short, it came from how crazy, not crazy is not enough to highlight the ups and downs of this person's life.

But it is obvious that Shen Quehan is not that kind of material. Firstly, he died inexplicably and woke up in a daze, and he has no sense of the horror between life and death; Seriously, someone was going to break his heart and shed blood and tears for him, this is much more important than Qiu Changyin in Xuntian Pavilion.

Speaking of it, he even felt absurd. Xianmen was afraid that he alone would overwhelm the monks of the same generation, so he tried every means to get rid of the serious troubles in his heart, but because of this, he provoked Nanfeng and forced out a demon king by mistake. Well, from now on, not only a generation of monks will not be able to get ahead, but the entire cultivation world will not be able to think about it.

"You have worked hard all these years alone." Shen Quehan felt infinite tenderness in his heart, almost coaxing him, "It's all the senior brother's fault for making us Nanfeng suffer so much, the senior brother will apologize to you, and we will never leave again... ...Stop crying, okay?"

Nanfeng actually didn't cry. People who are in pain can't shed tears to a certain extent. He just hugged him tightly with all his strength, thinking that it would be great if he could rub this person into his flesh and blood. From now on, life and death will become one. , no longer have to suffer from suffering: "How can I blame you? You are the only one I have..."

He didn't continue talking, and couldn't find a suitable description after exhausting the words. It was a more important and closer role than the identity of "Senior Brother", and no one except Shen Quehan was competent.

Just like two trees growing together, the branches and leaves are intertwined, clinging to each other, sheltering each other from wind and rain, not only the branches are connected, but also the imprint of each other is engraved in the annual rings.

A little smile appeared on Shen Quehan's face, and he said softly, "I know."

He didn't know at all.

Nan Feng retorted silently in his heart.A person as glamorous as his senior brother would probably never realize how many crazy and paranoid thoughts are hidden in his heart. 100 years is enough to overthrow a mortal dynasty, and it is enough to drive a person from ignorance to madness, even monks.

Shen Quehan said again: "When you entered Songhua City, your subordinates once asked me my name, I changed my name to Shen Xun, do you know what it means?"

"Xun is the southeast wind." Nanfeng turned his face slightly, brushed the tip of his nose lightly against the side of his neck, a bit like an animal habit, and said in a low voice: "I'm stupid, I didn't see the hint of senior brother."

"It's not about this." Shen Quehan said seriously, "I have never concealed your life experience. I picked you up in the ruins of the battlefield that year during the battle between immortals and demons. At that time, you were not as tall as my calf, like a A puppy rolling in the mud doesn’t know how to run when it sees a man holding a sword.”

Buried in his neck, Nan Feng smiled inexplicably: "Maybe I have never seen such a good-looking person before, and I was dumbfounded for a while. What about senior brother, did you plan to kill me?"

"No. At that time, I thought to myself, what is the custom here in the Demon Race? Should a child be sent back if he runs away, or should he just leave it where he is and wait for his family to come back?" Shen Quehan laughed at himself, "on second thought, I just remembered that maybe your parents have already died at the hands of us people."

Hearing this, Nan Feng finally straightened up, put his hands on his shoulders, and said seriously: "Senior brother, although I was young when I met you, it's not like I didn't remember anything at all—I was born without a father, and how long ago was my mother?" Since then, he has disappeared and lived by competing with wild animals for food, so he has no deep hatred with you."

Shen Quehan couldn't help but put his hand on his head and snorted, and said with a smile: "Fool, I know now, but I didn't know at that time, it was because of your pity, I was afraid that leaving you alone there would be good or bad, so That’s why I decided to bring you back to the sect.”

"The headmaster saw that I brought a cub back, and knew your identity, so he didn't say much, he just asked me what name I planned to give you."

"I thought about it all the way, and when he asked this question, I told him that it's summer today, and the south wind is blowing, so I plan to name you 'Shen Xun'."

"The headmaster told me tactfully later that I was too young, it was too early to be a master or a father, and it would be better for him to accept apprentices. Although your surname cannot be Shen, you can have my name, Nan wind."

south wind:"……"

Although he really didn't mean that, but Shen Quehan did bring him up by hand. He is a senior brother in name, but he is like a father and a teacher in reality. No one else has given him so much effort. This is irrefutable.

"From the day I brought you back to the sect, I never thought of letting go. Even if you and I are not related by blood, the karma of more than 120 years is enough to implicate you. Whether you are Nanfeng or Fanchen, Whether it's Jiuyun disciple or Mozun, I won't ignore you for a day.

"It doesn't matter if you have practiced the Demon Clan Kungfu or killed Qiu Changyin, you don't have to suffer because of it, and you don't have to feel that someone is short of you - anyone who wants to ask you to do justice for the heavens and avenge their hatred must first ask the senior brother if he agrees with the sword in his hand." .”

Boom, boom, boom...

Nan Feng was stunned for a long time before he realized that the sound of his own heartbeat was actually echoing in his ears.As if he discovered that his heart could still beat for the first time, he raised his hand and pressed his chest in surprise, then unconsciously raised his head, looking at the culprit who disturbed the people who were disturbing lightly.

Shen Quehan didn't feel at all that he said something extraordinary, touched Nanfeng's face, feeling that he was almost coaxed, picked up the two swords that he had just placed beside him, and said: "Speaking of it, I am shocked." Xue doesn't know if it can be repaired, I have to find someone to take a look at it later, give me your Kai Ji for two days first."

Nan Feng didn't slow down at all, he was completely in a state of what he said, and he replied casually: "It's okay, you can take it, I don't need it anyway."

"Huh?" Shen Quehan raised his eyelids and asked, "What do you say?"

This question was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly extinguishing his turbulent thoughts.

Nanfeng was also a sword cultivator, and because of this, he knew better what a sword meant to a sword cultivator.Some things sound, say, and actually do are completely different. He has just tasted the long-lost tenderness, and he doesn't have the confidence to be sure that when he sees his true face, Shen Quehan will still give him the same kindness as before. tolerant.

But is it still up to him to say "no" now?

Nanfeng didn't answer directly, but stretched out his hand to hold Kaiji's sword hilt, urging his mana——

The sword hummed and vibrated endlessly, but there was no spiritual light on it. Instead, it trembled more and more as if struggling. In the end, Nan Feng only relaxed slightly, and the long sword flew out of his hand, and hit the glazed floor tiles with a "clang" sound. .

Lingjian's reaction was not deceiving, it was clearly resisting him, the devil.

"Look, that's it."

Nanfeng lowered his eyelids, deliberately avoiding Shen Quehan's gaze, but no matter how he pretended to be free and easy, he still couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness when he spoke: "Kaiji doesn't recognize me anymore."

Shen Quehan picked up Kaiji with a frown, held it in his hand and looked at it several times, wondering: "This is the first time I've seen this scene, could it be that it didn't follow you when you switched to the Demon Clan Kungfu?" ?” Turned over and stood up, “Untie the spirit veins for me, I’ll try.”

This time Nanfeng didn't say a word, and quickly unblocked the spiritual veins for him.

Famous swords choose masters, so it stands to reason that even brothers from the same sect would be somewhat uncomfortable using the opponent's sword, but Kaiji is as honest in Shen Quehan's hands as his natal sword.Because Kaiji was in Nanfeng's hands very early on, and Nanfeng's swordsmanship was taught by Shen Quehan. He would often hold Nanfeng's hand to correct his posture, or hold a sword demonstration in person. The sky sticks together, the sword follows the master, and as time goes by, they are naturally familiar with him.

As soon as Shen Quehan activated his spiritual power, the dusty Kai Ji immediately glowed with a faint spiritual light, winding and flowing along the pattern of the sword body like flowing water, and turning his wrist again, the light of the sword was revealed, and it was like a cloud breaking through the sunrise, better than a room full The glow of the pearl really corresponds to the sword inscription "Qing Ming Kai Ji", and has an open and majestic atmosphere.

"Isn't this very useful?" Shen Quehan waved, "Come on, try again."

Nan Feng had already been hit countless times anyway, and he didn't care about this one more time, so he stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of the sword wearily.

This time without waiting for Kaiji to rebel, Shen Quehan pressed over from behind and held his sword hand, just like he was leading him to practice swords when he was a child, filled with spiritual power, and waved his hand casually——

The rustling sword energy flew out, and under the control of the extremely ingenious double strength, it precisely sliced ​​off half of the pearl embedded in the wall!

Shen Quehan withdrew his hand in satisfaction, the aura on the sword was still the same, Nan Feng felt the familiar and subtle connection between the sword in his hand and his own spiritual power in amazement, and made another sword with his backhand.Hearing a crisp cracking sound, the half of the pearl that fell on the ground was divided into two by the sword energy again, and they split apart in opposite directions. Half of the pearl rolled to his feet with clear and neat incisions, but the glazed floor tiles did not show any damage .

"It's probably because you didn't control your spiritual power well when you first practiced the magic kung fu. It recognized you as someone else, so it didn't listen to its orders. It would be fine to open the sword again." Shen Quehan said, "Blame me, I was the one who brought you Let me open my sword to recognize the Lord, if I was still there, I wouldn't have delayed it for so many years."

Nan Feng held his sword tightly, with cyan veins floating on the back of his pale hand, matching the color of Kai Ji's sword, just like the endless branches and leaves on the same tree.He stood there with his head down, so dazed that he didn't know what to say, he just felt that he was more fragile than ever before, like a drop of water hanging in mid-air, before it fell, if someone touched him now, he would probably shatter on the spot .

I don't know what Shen Quehan read from his expression, this soft-hearted man sighed lightly, and while standing behind him, he hugged Nanfeng's thin, slightly arched back.

"Don't be afraid. Brother is here, don't be afraid of anything."

The author has something to say:

Big brother is really reliable (.