Demons are easy to get rid of, but it is difficult for juniors and teachers to guard against

The night in early spring is like a touch of coolness on the eyebrows in winter, and the chill slowly seeps into the clothes and skin.The forest wind trembled the leaves, and from time to time there was a rustling sound like waves in the woods, disturbing the flickering of a few candles, and mottled shadows all over the place.

"Hoo--" The sword light flashed, tearing the silence in the woods.

A brown figure danced a sword in the dimly lit night, every move was full of strength.

I saw the tip of his sword piercing the breeze, twisting his wrist, and waving it for a while, then a character burning with flames appeared in the air, which seemed to be a scrawled word, and more like a random figure.Then he condensed his true energy on the tip of the sword, pushed out the rune, and the flame split into several pieces in an instant, flying in different directions, and attached to something——

The seven ghosts were firmly fixed on the seven big trees by the flames, and they cried softly.

The man's sword had just been half-sheathed, and it was pulled out suddenly, and a swipe towards the back, a blue flame shot out like an arrow, with a murderous look.

Then I saw a hand with distinct joints, holding on to a fan, spreading the fan quickly, with no words on the white face, so directly blocked the blue who was shaped like a feather and arrow, as if that sharp blow was just a beauty's coquettishness. The incense fist at that time was average.

Xiao Ling shook the paper fan with a burnt hole in the middle, with charming brilliance in his peach eyes, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Brother, you have broken my favorite fan."

But no matter how you look at it, it is just an ordinary white fan.

And there is no need to use a fan in this weather.

The person who controlled the red and blue flames was Lin Zhen. When he saw that it was Xiao Ling, he completely let go of the vigilance and murderous look on his face, but when he saw that the other party dispelled his spell so easily, he was more or less surprised. At least a little unhappy.

Lin Zhen put away the sword and asked, "Why don't you chat with Grand Master and Master? What are you doing in this wild forest?"

Xiao Ling bent down to pick up the purple gold gourd on the ground, put all the ghosts into the gourd, and said with a smile: "I couldn't find my brother anywhere, so I found it here."

Lin Zhen said lightly: "What do you want me for?"

"I haven't seen you in four years. Ling wants to discuss spiritual arts with my senior brother."

Lin Zhen's face turned white and then red, red and then black, "As you can see, I am vulnerable, and I made my junior laugh."

The flickering candlelight flickered in Xiao Ling's eyes, "Brother wants to practice, why don't you go to the Demon Mountain and Ghost Cliff, instead, you hide in the back mountain of your own house, repeatedly taking out the ghosts you caught earlier?"

Lin Zhen was very embarrassed when he heard this, and said, "The fifteenth day is approaching, it's inconvenient to leave..."

Xiao Ling interrupted: "Brother, how long do you want to be held back by the master? Are you going to stay in Qicheng to take care of this and that for the rest of your life?"

Lin Zhen was stunned, and looked at Xiao Ling fixedly, as if he saw the scene where he stretched out his hand to himself and said "Brother, let's go out together, leave Linjiazhuang, and see the world together!" four years ago, but today, These words sound very ironic.

Lin Zhen said coldly: "I was rescued and raised by the Lin Family Manor, so I am willing to dedicate my life here. Lord Hou has lofty aspirations, and Lin Zhen admires him so much. It's late at night, so I'll go back first."

Xiao Ling chuckled lightly, noncommittal, even Lin Zhen didn't look at it when he left, but stood there for a long time, staring up at a corner of the night.

In fact, the relationship between Xiao Ling and Lin Zhen is not like Xiao Shitou heard, that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and they have always been at odds.On the contrary, when Xiao Ling entered the Lin Family Manor at the age of five, he was single-handedly taken care of by Lin Zhen, who was two years older.

Xiao Ling, who had just entered the village, was a bit weird, with an indifferent personality, and he didn't communicate with others very much. Although he was still a child, he didn't like to play, but shut himself in his own world, and didn't care about other characters.

Lin Zhen was no exception at the beginning.

Lin Zhen shared a room with Xiao Ling, which hurt her brain. She couldn't count how many times she had a hot face and a cold butt, but she still didn't want to give up.Adding clothes to Xiao Ling in spring, shaking fans for Xiao Ling in summer, roasting sweet potatoes for Xiao Ling in autumn, and warming quilts for Xiao Ling in winter... It can be said that he is extremely kind to Xiao Ling, but the other party still ignores him and is indifferent extreme.

Things turned around in the winter of Yuan Xi's 11th year, when Xiao Ling entered the village for almost two years.

One day, when Lin Wu was testing his disciples, he released eleven ghosts in the back mountain, and asked twelve people including Lin Zhen and Xiao Ling to subdue them. Those who failed to catch the ghosts after three days would be punished.

This is Lin Zhen's third practice of spiritual art, so although it took some effort, he still caught the ghost within a day and a half, put it into the magic weapon, and was about to go back from the mountain, on the steps of the mountain road Met Xiao Ling.

Six-year-old Xiao Ling was wearing a blue padded jacket, sitting on the steps, holding a gourd, looking a bit lost.

It was only then that Lin Zhen remembered that this was Xiao Ling's first time catching a ghost, so he quickly walked forward, worried: "A Ling, haven't you caught it yet?"

Xiao Ling raised his head, his eyes were as dark as night, he glanced at Lin Zhen, and then at the gourd pinned to his waist, without saying a word.

Lin Zhen knew that the other party would not answer her, so she grabbed Xiao Ling's gourd with one hand, weighed it, and it was empty.He was a little anxious: "There is only one day left, what are you doing sitting here?"

Xiao Ling said in a muffled voice, "I can't catch it."

Lin Zhen scratched his head, then pulled Xiao Ling up, and said, "Let's go, brother, you can catch it for me. Anyway, I've already got mine, so don't delay."

Xiao Ling was taken aback for a moment, looking at the light shining in the depths of Lin Zhen's eyes, but then lowered his head again and remained silent.

For the whole afternoon, Lin Zhen led Xiao Ling to search for it on the mountain. It is estimated that most of the other people have completed the task, so the ghost is not so easy to find.Xiao Ling's expression was calm, but his eyes gradually became worried, while Lin Zhen's temper was more impatient, and he was already worried.

At night, without a lamp in hand, I lit a ball of fireworks to illuminate the palm of my hand with a spiritual technique, but it couldn't last long.

Lin Zhen only felt that Xiao Ling's hand in his hand was getting colder and colder, and Xiao Ling's breathing in his ear was getting heavier and heavier.

So Lin Zhen stopped, but Xiao Ling didn't expect him to stop, and bumped into his back all of a sudden, he was dazed and didn't feel any pain, instead his body went limp and fell down.

Lin Zhen turned around and hugged the crumbling Xiao Ling, and reached out to touch his forehead, it was hot.

"A Ling? A Ling! Don't sleep!" Lin Zhen patted Xiao Ling's face, feeling very anxious, "You have a fever, let's go back to the village and persevere."

Xiao Ling only felt dizzy, his body was hot and cold, trembling all over, and said: "No... I won't go back."

Seeing that Xiao Ling was so ill, how could Lin Zhen not take him back home?So he simply carried Xiao Ling on his back, found a thick branch as a crutch, and walked down the mountain step by step with difficulty.

"You... what are you doing?" Xiao Ling raised his eyes with difficulty and asked.

"Send you back, if you persist for a while, you will be warm soon!"

When Xiao Ling heard that Lin Zhen was going to send him back, his eyes widened, he became angry, and struggled on Lin Zhen's back: "Put me down, I won't go back."

"Hey... hey, don't move, I'm going to lose my footing!" After all, Lin Zhen was still a child, and it was already very difficult to carry Xiao Ling on his back, let alone walking.

But Xiao Ling didn't care, he struggled willfully, and even hit Lin Zhen on the back with his fist.

"Let me down, let me down! What do you care about me? Do I need you to care about me?"

Lin Zhen couldn't stand the force, so he staggered, but his feet slipped, and he rolled down with Xiao Ling.

The two rolled into a woods, and Lin Zhen was stopped by a tree, which almost made blood flow from his mouth.He got up, lit a fire, and the first thing he did was to find Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling was lying not far away, obviously passed out.Under the light of the flames, his face was frozen pale, and his lips were bloodless.

Lin Zhen looked around and couldn't remember where it was, so he lit a fire on the spot and drew a simple rune boundary around it to prevent wild monsters from attacking.Seeing that Xiao Ling was still not healed after relying on the fire, he took off his padded jacket, wrapped Xiao Ling tightly, and hugged him in his arms.

The winter night was bone-chillingly cold, and the night wind was blowing so hard that Lin Zhen almost froze.

After an hour, Xiao Ling woke up, saw the little senior brother who closed his eyes and expelled the cold with his true energy, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Lin Zhen said with a smile: "I have a hot body, I am not so afraid of the cold, and I have learned internal skills for a long time, so don't worry about me."

Xiao Ling wondered who would worry about you, but when he saw Lin Zhen's trembling lips, he felt indescribably moved.But he still turned his head away, stared at the jumping flames, and remained silent.

Lin Zhenxu just said it out of boredom, "A few days ago, I saw that you caught a cold, and you didn't drink the ginger soup. Look, you are not the one who suffers in the end?"

Xiao Ling thought to himself, isn't it you who suffered?

Lin Zhen continued to babble: "When you enter Linjiazhuang, everyone is a family. Even if you don't catch the ghost, Master will not give you heavy punishment. Why are you so stubborn? You enter the village late, two It’s pretty good to be able to do this within a year!”

Xiao Ling thought to himself, you all caught it, but I didn't catch it, those people must be laughing at themselves behind their backs.

"I wish I had half the aptitude of yours. Master always said that I am not talented enough to learn spiritual arts. Others can learn spells well after one year. I have to learn two or three years... Sigh, but I would rather I believe I am not working hard enough."

Xiao Ling thought to himself, every day you wake up earlier than anyone else, and go to bed later than anyone else, just to practice more. If you don't count yourself as hardworking, you may be the world's hardest working person.

"You must really dislike me, right? A person with mediocre qualifications is actually my senior brother..."

Xiao Ling raised his eyes, just met Lin Zhen's gaze, and blurted out, "No!"

"Huh?" Lin Zhen was so cold that he was a little unconscious. He thought he was talking nonsense alone, but Xiao Ling was actually listening.

Xiao Ling finally blushed a little, "You are so kind to me, are you pitying me?"

Lin Zhen was taken aback, "What?"

"Have pity on my parents' death, have pity on me being withdrawn and having no one to be close to?"

Only then did Lin Zhen realize the reason for the trouble for more than a year, and quickly shook her head, "Of course not!"

Xiao Ling stared at Lin Zhen silently, with disbelief clearly written on his face.

Lin Zhen said with a smile: "I was discarded in the snow when I was a baby. Fortunately, Master picked me up and saved my life. If you want to say that I am pitiful, then I am even more pitiful. It was thrown away without seeing it.”

Xiao Ling was a little surprised, he had never heard Lin Zhen mention these things.

He nestled in Lin Zhen's arms, smelling the faint scent of saponins from Lin Zhen's padded jacket, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Lin Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, "I have always regarded you as my own brother, and a little misunderstanding between brothers is nothing."

Xiao Ling's chest felt warm, and he fell asleep again unconsciously.

The next day, the two were discovered by other fellow students passing by, and they were sent back to Lin's Village. Xiao Ling's fever persisted, and Lin Zhen also caught the cold.

However, the relationship between the two began to improve from this day.Although Xiao Ling still does his own thing and has a cold attitude, he is the only one who is extremely clingy to Lin Zhen, and the two are inseparable and get along harmoniously.

This continued for eight years until Yuanxi's 19th year.

In this year, Lin Zhen's uncle Lin Xiang passed away, and his only son Lin Zixi lived in Linjiazhuang.