After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

When Lord Qing Xiao came, he was sitting in the grassy yard with tears in his eyes: "Master, I don't have a home anymore."

The visitor was silent for a moment, stepped forward and touched his head: "Nanhua Road will always be your home."

The boy's tears wet the man's clothes, and he tried his best to calm down, but he still couldn't stop his mournful voice: "The disciple claims to practice Taoism to get rid of the world's demons, but in the end he can't protect his hometown destroyed by evil beasts. The disciple is really useless!"

"There are many traces of Taoism along the way. It seems that the method of refining beasts insisted on hunting down the beasts, causing the beasts to go crazy, and this destroyed the Jinxiang." Lord Qingxiao raised his hand to fetch the broken beast nails from the ruins, and his heart was broken. I have already understood the cause of the tragic scene here, "The evil fruits are planted by them, and you are not to blame."

"Which sect is it!" The young man wiped away his tears vigorously, staring at a pair of red and swollen eyes, filled with endless hatred.

"Zhexuan, how many enemies and beasts do you think you can kill with your current cultivation?"

"I!"

These words made him face the reality, thinking of the three monsters that he hadn't killed, he hesitated to speak, and couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Your days are still long, don't be blinded by hatred."

With wide and warm palms resting on his head, he looked up at his master, changed his sad look before, and nailed the sword in his hand to the incomplete wall with a "bang", and said viciously: "The disciple's power and the refining beast Evil sects will not stand together, and from now on, we will kill all the evil spirits in the world, eliminate demons and defend the way!"

Lord Qingxiao withdrew his hand, looked at him for a while, and swallowed the words after thinking about it again and again.

The old man is like a yellow crane, only looking back on the past, remembering what he once said to Shu Yun, the little prince slowly developed an obsession in his heart: he wants to be the head of Nanhua Dao, and he wants to let Shu Yun see himself standing on the top of the Taoist sect At that time, no one dares to say anything wrong about them, so Shuyun will come back.

The young man's heart twisted for a moment, and he said decisively: "Master, I will definitely become the head of Nanhua Dao in the future!"

"Are you so sure?" The man looked at him with a rare smile on his face, "He Xuan is no worse than you."

"Eldest brother?" The startling young man appeared in his mind, "No matter how powerful he is, he's just a dual spiritual root, how can he compare with me!"

Lord Qing Xiao shook his head, "If he can take three moves from you, it means that he is not inferior to you."

"Okay, I'll go to him to compete!"

The soft things around him no longer exist, and the remaining promises are supported by the obsession to sweep away all obstacles, and this obstacle happens to be Xu Qingyi.

He really did as his master said, always chasing him not too far away, making him uneasy all the time.

The position of head can only be his, and what he wants, no matter how hard he tries, he must hold it in his own hands!

In order to prevent future troubles, he simply found an opportunity to abolish Xu Qingyi's dual spiritual roots. Anyway, he is a unique skyfire spiritual root. No matter what mistakes he makes, the master will turn a blind eye. Let them talk, and when he becomes the head, let's see how they dare to talk about him behind his back!

Unexpectedly, this time the master was furious, and sent him to Shensitang to be whipped. The whip whipped him, but failed to make him wake up, and only made him hate Xu Qingyi more and more: that trash! What's so good, it's obviously not as good as him anywhere, and he's obviously the son of destiny, why can he compete with him for the position of leader just because he can take three moves from him!

The young man was wrong. He thought that the head of the sect was about cultivation, so he practiced desperately, which led to his later obsession. He didn't know that when he was obsessed, he was also the person he hated the most. The pain of poison suppresses the devil in his body for him.

In the past, Lord Qingxiao might not have been unshakable, but as his fifth disciple's temperament became more and more fierce and violent, only Xu Qingyi was left in his heart as the leader.

Seeing that he was about to enter a state of distraction, in order to control the disposition of the five disciples and prevent him from fighting with Hexuan after he learned that the head of the sect had been passed on to Hexuan, causing the whole Taoist sect to become restless, he took advantage of him before retreating. Pay attention, give him the elixir made from the Yueyin Worriless Grass, and give the primer that triggers the effect of the Moonyin Worriless Grass to doorman Nineteen of Changzhao Hall, and ask him to use the primer when Zhexuan is too angry to control himself. Put it in his tea, so that the moon hidden worry-free grass can suppress part of his cultivation and block past memories.

This day was indeed as Qingxiao Zunjun expected. When the original owner learned that he had passed the throne to Xu Qingyi, he seemed to have become a lunatic and made a big fuss in the Taoist sect. Nineteen also followed what Zunjun taught, and put an introduction in the tea , and by the way, added a Violent Blood Pill to it.

Except for He Jing and Lord Qingxiao, the entire Nanhua Dao seems to hate him, and Nineteen is no exception. He hates his wanton beating and scolding, hates his daily humiliation, hates his vicious words and confrontation with Zhenjun Hexuan. Insidious.

That day, the fire was all over the hills, and after being stimulated by the violent blood pill, the original owner went mad, the blood vessels in his body were ruptured, and all the internal organs were damaged. Died painfully on the scorched earth.

He opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at the gray sky blankly. At that moment, he was thinking, why did he come to Nanhua Road in the first place?

He thought for a long time, and suddenly felt a little sorry for Shu Yun, after all, he still didn't become what he wanted to see.

When the soul dissipates, another person reawakens from this body.

The story goes back to the cave where Lord Qingxiao retreated. The young man squatted on the ground and wept aggrievedly. He choked up while wiping his nose and said: "Master, how could you lie to me! I am obviously the most powerful in the whole Nanhua Dao , how can you pass the position of head to that Xu! I am not as good as him!"

Only silence answered him.

He cried out of breath: "In your heart, am I really only worthy of being a knife to guard Nanhua Dao?"

"It's hundreds of years old, and it's still crying like a child, it's embarrassing!"

A laughing voice sounded from above.

"none of your business!"

He raised his head angrily, and a face that looked exactly like him was reflected in the hazy tearful eyes. This guy was smiling like a wily fox.

"You are not allowed to laugh, and I will cut off your head if you laugh again!"

Probably because the irony in his smile was full of meaning, he "jumped" to stand up, sniffed his nose, and pretended to be vicious.

The man laughed even harder, and even laughed out loud.

He looked at this familiar face, looked at it, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Tears were still hanging on his smiling eyes, he resumed his serious look, and patted the leaves of grass on his clothes: "I have to go home."

The person beside him scissored his hands upside down and naturally made way for him.

As he drifted away, he turned around and said seriously: "I'm really sorry for letting you take over my terrible life."

The person standing there was stunned, and said softly, "Let's go."

Watching him disappear at the end of the mountain, Su Wan also turned around in the opposite direction, took two steps and couldn't help but pause: Where should he go?

He looked at the endless mountains beside him, they were like a cage, imprisoning him in them.

"I have to go home."

He remembered what the man said just now: By the way, he has to go home too.

With his heart pounding in his chest, he hurriedly walked towards the rising sun, and pushed open the cold door in front of him.

The light dimmed, the pungent smell of disinfectant, sad cries, and chaotic figures.

He looked at himself in the glass window. It was a lifeless face with bruises on his cheeks and gauze wrapped around his forehead.

There were people coming and going around, and no one seemed to care about him. He dragged his heavy body and walked step by step to the side of the emergency bed that was pushed out of the operating room. Scars, a lifeless look.

"elder brother……"

He called him uncertainly, and before the person on the hospital bed opened his eyes, the man lying beside the bed rushed over and slapped him on the head, his voice hoarse and angry: "Why didn't you die!"

The pain in his head instantly exploded like fireworks, and a feeling of nausea and dizziness surged into his chest. He couldn't stand upright and fell directly to the ground.

"Su Xiuquan, are you crazy!"

The woman with red eyes screamed and rushed to protect him.

Immediately afterwards, the doctors and nurses also surrounded him and sent him to the ward.

The blood spilled out of the gauze, dripped down the brows, stained the eyelashes, and soaked into the eye sockets.

That palm made him fall heavily into the darkness, dripping with blood.

That's right, why wasn't he the one who died?

He thought about this question carefully, then pursed his lips and smiled: So this person really wanted him to die.

In your life, is there someone you can't catch up to no matter how hard you try?

Su Wan, there are always geniuses in this world, even if they are very few, and that person is none other than his brother who was born a few years earlier than him.

His brother is really good, he is born smart, and he can learn everything very quickly. When others are still babbling and reading "Three Hundred Tang Poems", he has already skipped a grade to solve the Olympiad.

He is excellent in character and learning, gentle in personality, and almost flawless in his whole being. He is the "child of other people" that many people envy, so his parents insist on imitating a second such him.

That's why Su Wan came into existence as a "defective product".

When I was young, I couldn't see the gap. When I grew up and widened the gap, my father's eyes never stayed on him.

What kid doesn't want the attention of his parents?So like his elder brother, he holds his books and studies hard every day, but he is not a genius, so he can only rely on hard work to accumulate, step by step, to climb to the height that his elder brother can easily reach.

Probably because I have met someone who is too good, so it seems that no matter how hard the people behind me work, it is not worth mentioning.

He lives in his shadow, and all he hears are "Your brother was much better than you before!" "What is this, you are still far behind!" "Okay, learn more from brother!"

The high-score test papers obtained through hard work were put aside alone, and when the wind came, they were blown to the ground, and a gray footprint was stepped on by passers-by.

He silently picked up the test paper, looked at his brother who was hugged by his loving father, and pinched the corner of the test paper.

"What's the matter?" Mother came over, picked up the test paper, and wiped away the dirty marks, "Such a high score, our little Wan is awesome!"

He was caught in the sun, raised his head and smiled.

"Brother will go to another place to participate in a particularly powerful competition in a few days. Mom and Dad will go with him. Xiaowan should be obedient at home and listen to the nanny, okay?"

"Ah."

He knew that he didn't seem to have anything worthy of their liking, so he tried his best to be well-behaved and sensible, at least he could get gentle praise.

When writing his diary, he remembered one thing. The weather was fine that day, his father took him and his brother to the park, and his brother said he wanted to play hide-and-seek.

He hid beside the curved stone bridge, waiting for his father to find him with anxiety and joy.

I waited like this for a long, long time, until he fell asleep leaning against the stone bridge, until a heavy rain woke him up gently.

It really rained heavily that day, and everyone in the park was gone. He stood alone in the rain, like an abandoned animal.

He walked home anxiously, feeling that he was to blame for falling asleep and not hearing his father calling him, so he left angrily.

Before entering the house, he saw his "angry" father walking into the house with his brother on his back while holding an umbrella.

He didn't know what was going on in his heart, so he wiped off the rain on his face, and walked into the door with his hind feet. He was greeted with a burst of scolding from his father first: "Where did you go! Do you know that your brother sprained his ankle!"

Pulling the wet clothes, he gave him a flat look: "Aren't you playing hide-and-seek? I'm waiting for you to come to me."

The father was taken aback, and he raised the volume: "Your brother is injured and still wants to play, do you have a conscience!"

"Dad, I'm fine, but you made a big fuss and insisted on taking me to the hospital!" The man with a sprain shook his head, "Xiao Wan, you're all wet, go take a shower."

"Zhaozhao, where is the injury, let mom see!" The mother ran out of the study when she heard the movement, looked at her brother first, and then at her younger brother, "Xiao Wan, why are you wet? Go take a bath and don't catch a cold , I will ask your aunt to cook a bowl of ginger soup for you!"

"It's okay." He turned his face away and sighed in his heart, "I'm sorry, I got wet from the rain because I fell asleep."

In fact, this is fine, at least on the surface, it is passable, his brother has become his shadow unconsciously, and he is still very good to his "incompetent" brother.

It's just fate, no one can tell.

Su Zhao's death caused the gap between him and this family to widen until it was shattered.

Sadly, when he died, he was beside him, they were in the same car, the genius died, but the defective product was still alive.

"Why didn't you die!"

He originally thought that his father just liked his elder brother more, but he never thought that he didn't love himself at all.

That's right, who would love a "defective product"?He doesn't like himself, he's hypocritical, pitiful, and despicable, and he only deserves to stay in the stinky ditch to rot and get sores, dancing with rats and cockroaches.

His mother aged a lot overnight. Sitting in front of his hospital bed, she talked about his brother's past: "Zhaozhao is really smart. Before the other children can walk, he can already run. Other children can't even walk." If he can talk, he can already read picture books and recognize characters. At that time, your father always told me that if I had another child, he would be as smart as him..."

Su Wan seemed to be in pain everywhere, and he didn't seem to be hurt anywhere. In fact, he didn't need her to tell him. He still felt cold when he heard it with his own ears: "It turns out that I came to this world with such expectations. Is it?"

He watched the drips in the hanging bottle dripping at a constant speed, and couldn't help closing his eyes: "Sorry, I disappointed you."

Even without his brother, he was still working hard to piece together his broken family. He thought he could pretend to be obedient all his life.

In the end, he finally made it to the top [-] list of the school, but he still heard his brother's name in his ears.

"This No.7 is Su Zhao's younger brother."

"It's still a bit worse than Su Zhao, what a pity for that child!"

As if it was an unintentional remark, he took a step back to avoid it, but his name was still in his ears.

"Su Wan, you have to learn from Su Zhao, your grades are still much worse than your brother's before."

Everyone is telling him to chase after his brother, let him replace him, and become the next Su Zhao, everywhere around him is the shadow of that person.

At school, at home, and in the neighbourhood.

When it was late at night, he tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep. Thinking of the words during the day, he was anxious, so he got up and turned on the desk lamp to do exercises.

Unexpectedly, he tried his best to catch up with him, but no one cared, that person had already got the highest score, and it would be meaningless for him to get the highest score again.

Looking at a pile of rolls covered with dense handwriting, he suddenly felt sick.

He has worked hard enough, but his father is still dissatisfied. In his opinion, he is not as good as Su Zhao in everything, and he is not even qualified to be his substitute. He will just throw his hard work on the ground and trample him. effort, and even hate why he is alive.

Does he deserve to live like a weed?He didn't want to sew up a heart anymore, and he felt that he was going to die if he maintained this kind of life, he wanted to live.

He really couldn't stand in the sun with his own appearance in his whole life, so he just stood in the dark, rotting, smelling and producing maggots.

In the end, he fell into the world of luxury and money, walked with his cronies, paralyzed himself in alcohol, became idle and crazy.

When Su Xiuquan found out, he went mad and beat him hard while scolding him for being inferior to his brother. He even talked about how obedient he was before, but now he is becoming more and more useless!

People are such a strange thing, they will hate the old you, but when you really change, they will start to miss the old you again.

Seeing his father like this, a burst of revenge rose in his heart.

Anyway, if he doesn't let him have a good time, then no one should think about it.

He just wanted to pierce his lung tube so that he could see his adopted son, one was talented but died young, and the other was a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing.

Since Su Zhao's death, his mother's mental state was always not good, and she would often recognize him as her elder brother.

When he left home, his mother hunched over and handed him a box of burritos: "Zhaozhao, come, my mother made it herself, take it with you on the way, so as not to be hungry."

Su Wan looked at the box of cakes, remained silent for a while, and then asked, "Does my brother have any?"

The mother was stunned for a moment, as if she just remembered something, she slapped her head: "Oh, I forgot! Wait a minute, mom will do it, the raw materials are still there, and it will be ready soon, Zhaozhao, wait a minute, Bring a copy to Xiao Wan, too."

He looked at the box of burritos, lowered his eyes silently, remembering that he was never angry no matter how he was treated when he was a child, so gradually, they forgot him.

His mother quickly brought over the burritos and told him to be careful on the road.

Not long after he walked out the door, he opened the box for Xiao Wan. The pancake was soft and steaming, with mango rolled inside.

Su Wan's eyes trembled, and he opened the box given to Zhaozhao. There were exactly the same burritos, also filled with mangoes.

His throat was aching for a while, but he couldn't see the light when he stood in the light. He picked up the burritos in the box, sat by the flower bed, and ate them all one bite at a time.

Then he began to develop large rashes on his neck and face, like strange-shaped flowers blooming on the snow-white ground.

He threw the box into the trash can, put on his hat, and walked into the light where no light could be seen.

When New Year's Day is approaching, there are a few snowflakes floating in the city.

People stood in the square and watched the countdown on the electronic screen, looking forward to the arrival of the new year.

The young man tightly wrapped the light gray woolen scarf around his neck and exhaled a puff of white smoke. After listening to the countdown, people wished each other a happy new year.

"Big Brother, Happy New Year."

The little girl was wearing a thick padded jacket, her entire face was wrapped in a hat, and her immature voice could be heard very clearly.

"Happy New Year."

He squatted down and habitually showed a gentle smile.

"Mom called me, big brother hurry home too!"

The little girl waved to him, rushed over and held the woman's hand tightly.

Come back home?

He looked at the empty square, the dim street lights reflected the snow, like a lonely painting.

By the way, he remembered, he has no home.

It's ridiculous that he doesn't even have a home.

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-0223:10:07-2022-08-0500:52:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Wang Mu Xixi 1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: sugar or sugar, 573050441;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：夭夭20瓶；南楠18瓶；希娜小姐世界第一可爱10瓶；AKALAN5瓶；西九莫本景1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!