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Ming Cong was born smoothly and carefree, which made everyone envy.

He has a pair of loving parents.His father is the master of Chunmen, with a kind and gentle temperament.The mother is a well-known beauty in Xiexi, even though she has already become a married woman, she still has countless admirers.

He also has an elder brother named Ming Jue.Ming Jue has a rare sword repair physique, he is diligent and upright, with no distractions.

Ming Cong is favored by his parents and has an elder brother who is responsible for the heavy burden. On weekdays, countless people comfort him in gentle voices when he falls or bumps.

So when he grows up, he still has the temperament of a pretty child.

His father once regretted that he lost the strict discipline of Ming Cong, so that he likes to cry like a girl, and is restless and restless, refusing to concentrate on cultivation.

In order to hone the young son's will, Ming Cong's father made up his mind and punished him to kneel on the ground outside the door overnight.It was still early summer, and the weather was neither too hot nor too cold, so it was not a punishment.

In just one night, first Ming Jue brought him a midnight snack, urging him to eat some hot food to warm up, and then his mother brought thick clothes to protect Ming Cong from the cold.

Elder brother Ming Jue was still worried, so he brought a sachet to repel mosquitoes, put it on Ming Cong's waist, and spent another night with him.

At dawn, my father went over to take a look.Ming Cong rested his head on a pillow, with a quilt under his body, and a thick brocade quilt wrapped around his body, sleeping soundly.

And Ming Jue knelt on the ground soberly, as if he was taking the punishment for his younger brother.

Father angrily woke up Ming Cong, "Punish you to kneel all night, and you fell asleep?"

Ming Cong rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at his father blankly.

The father knew that he shouldn't be too harsh on his youngest son, so he restrained his anger a little and said, "Your brother knelt for three days because he didn't learn one trick well, and he didn't use 1.1 meters of water during that time. Take a look at yourself?"

Ming Cong scratched his head, not feeling that he had done anything wrong.My brother is so powerful, he is so lazy, and my father didn't know him every day, why did he get so angry today?

Not only did Ming Cong not realize his mistake, but he pursed his lips aggrievedly, tears bursting out, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Seeing his younger brother's depression, Ming Jue who was beside him hurriedly said, "Father, my younger brother has only practiced for a while, and he still needs to progress step by step, not to mention his progress is already very gratifying."

When Ming Cong heard his elder brother praising him, he put back the tears he pretended to shed, and raised his head to look at his father.

"Mingjue, don't spoil him. He can't even hold his sword steadily. How can this be called fast progress? You two are obviously the same age. You congealed your sword intent at the age of 15 and built your foundation at eighteen, but your brother? You are still a boy now. Wreck!"

Rarely being criticized so harshly by his father, Ming Cong really felt sad and wiped his tears with his head down.

Seeing him crying sadly, his father couldn't say anything else to criticize, so he had to turn around and leave. Before leaving, he gave Ming Jue a look to signal him to comfort Ming Cong.

Ming Jue doesn't need his father's instructions, he will definitely comfort Ming Cong with a gentle voice.He and Ming Cong are twins, they were born on the same day, and they are always inseparable.

He is just such a younger brother, and all his patience and tenderness are given to this younger brother, not to mention Ming Cong is clever and clingy, there is no other younger brother who is so cute and obedient in the world.

Ming Cong is naturally very dependent on this elder brother who is obedient to him.

Everyone said that Jianxiu was indifferent and unreasonable.But Ming Cong thought, his elder brother is the most powerful swordsman in the world, but he has an extremely gentle temperament.

Ming Cong thought so, but all his maidservants were afraid of Ming Jue, seeing him as if seeing Yuanshi Tianzun, they didn't dare to breathe.

Ming Cong's maidservants are all clever and obedient mortal girls who grew up in the countryside or merchant families. Compared with the reserved and alienated fairies, they are more enthusiastic and as agile as larks on branches.

What's more, with a lazy and easy-going master like Ming Cong, these maidservants have long since lost the respect between master and servant to the sky.

Ming Cong was lying on the bed in the winter, and the maidservants directly put their cold hands into the quilt, sticking to his skin, Ming Cong screamed in fright, lifted the quilt and jumped up, but the maidservants stood there covering their mouths Laughing, even Ming Cong's mother and Ming Jue never did such a thing.

On the contrary, it was Ming Jue, who wanted to wake Ming Cong up every time, but was always fooled by Ming Cong's coquettish rolling.After coming and going, Ming Jue simply followed Ming Cong to sleep. Anyway, brother is still young, so it will not be too late to practice in the future.

Ming Jue really forgot that he and Ming Cong were twins, they were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day.

The maidservants were bold and savage, but they never dared to do anything wrong in front of Ming Jue.As long as Ming Jue was in the room, everyone would lower their eyebrows and serve tea and water, even saying a few more words would seem like a big mistake.

Ming Cong asked strangely, "My brother and I are obviously born the same, you are all smiling at me, why do you feel like you have seen a ghost when you see your brother?"

The maid stuck out her tongue, "It's different! The young master is so different from you!"

Ming Cong really doesn't understand, he and his elder brother really look exactly the same, as long as he put on Ming Jue's clothes when he was a child, put on a straight face, pretending to be serious, even his mother can be fooled by him.

If it wasn't for the mole on his face that betrayed him, maybe his mother still doesn't know that "Ming Jue" was pretended by him.

However, the older he got, the more he pretended to be "Ming Jue", no matter if it was a mother or a maidservant, he could be recognized as a counterfeit at a glance.

Later, Ming Jue practiced diligently, and was far taller than the slacker Ming Cong.Ming Cong never used this trick of exchanging identities again.

Even though his elder brother is taller than himself and his body is not as thin as his, Ming Cong still feels that he and Ming Jue look very similar.

Although Ming Cong thought so, others seemed to never buy it.

One year, a family surnamed Li came to visit Chunmen.The youngest daughter of the Li family has a beautiful appearance and outstanding aptitude. It is said that she is only one step away from establishing a foundation, and she can leave the mortal womb and step into the fairyland after practicing for a while.

Ming Cong had heard the name of the youngest daughter of the Li family before, and heard that she looked like a heavenly person.

Sure enough, the girl under the pear tree in the courtyard looked up at the white pear blossoms.She seemed to be aware of other people's eyes, and looked in the direction of Ming Cong.Seeing Ming Cong, the girl lowered her head shyly, her cheeks as delicate as pear blossoms flushed.

Ming Cong was attracted by the young girl, and wished he could directly tell his mother that he wanted to marry her.

When Ming Cong approached, the girl looked up at him again, her eyes like autumn water were less full of emotion.The girl suppressed the shyness and smile on her face, responded perfunctorily to Ming Cong's questions, and left in a hurry.

Later, Ming Cong found out that the girl mistook herself for Ming Jue when she first saw him.The object of the girl's heart is her brother, not him.

Ming Cong was a little disappointed at first, but then he thought about it, it would be nice to have a powerful and beautiful person as his sister-in-law.After Li's family returned, they soon handed over a request for marriage, and their parents called Ming Jue to discuss it, and finally rejected Li's family.

The parents are very satisfied with the youngest daughter of the Li family, but it's a pity that Ming Jue is not happy.

Ming Cong asked his brother, "Li Rong is so good-looking, why don't you marry her?"

Ming Jue replied, "Immortal journey is lonely, too attached to mortal love, not conducive to practice."

Ming Cong nodded ignorantly, and replied: "Brother, I don't want to practice, so can I marry her?"

Ming Jue stared blankly at Ming Cong for a moment, then said vaguely after a long time, "No." Ming Cong asked suspiciously, "Why?" Ming Jue only said, "You must not... ...to miss one person too much."

In Ming Cong's eyes, his brother has always been a calm and composed person, and he has never seen him so flustered that he confuses his words.

Ming Cong said puzzledly: "Why are there so many nonsense in cultivating immortals, and people are not allowed to miss others, brother, then when you practice in the future, don't you want to forget me too?"

Ming Jue's eyes were gentle, he took his younger brother into his arms, and said softly, "You and I are naturally different from others, we are brothers." Ming Jue lowered his head, looked into his younger brother's blank eyes, "Others say that twins embrace each other One soul and one soul, since this is the case, we are one body, why should we separate you and me."

Ming Cong was taken aback by Ming Jue's words, and responded foolishly, "No, the sweet cake that Auntie will make tomorrow is still mine."

Ming Jue laughed and said, "It's all yours, and I won't argue with you for a piece."

After the incident with the youngest daughter of the Li family, Ming Cong finally understood that the gap between him and his elder brother was already an insurmountable gap.The elder brother is a sword cultivator who became famous at a young age, destined to become the heir of Chunmen, but he is only the second son of Chenghuan's parents.

However, Ming Cong didn't feel disappointed because of the gap. On the contrary, the more powerful his brother was, the happier he was. Even if his brother really crossed the tribulation and became a fairy, it was still his brother.

Ming Jue became famous after the sword-sounding meeting organized by the Zongmeng.

Numerous marriage contracts came one after another, and if there were any unmarried women of the right age in each sect, they would hand over their portraits and marriage contracts to Chunmen, wishing to make a good relationship between Qin and Jin in Chunmen.Among them, there are many sects that are among the best in the world of cultivating immortals, and their power is far beyond what Chunmen can match.

What these sects value is nothing more than Ming Jue's aptitude.

But Mingjue refused one by one, and there were many rejections, and finally there were fewer marriage contracts, but Mingjue couldn't help but bear the reputation of being cold and unreasonable.

Ming Cong was once a little annoyed, and spread the word that his brother was a dead wood who only knew how to practice with a sword.Ming Jue didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile, let them talk.

When Ming Jue said these words, he was standing under a pear tree, and pear blossoms were falling lightly on his shoulders.He has a smile on his face, which is even more beautiful than the brilliant pear blossoms on that tree.

There is a word "pear" in my mother's boudoir name, and my father ordered people to plant pear trees inside and outside Chunmen.

In early spring, pear blossoms are in full bloom, as if new snow has fallen, and the courtyard is filled with the light fragrance of pear blossoms.

Ming Cong was fascinated, obviously he also had a similar face, but Ming Jue's smile was reflected in his eyes, as if the spring breeze had blown away the little pear blossoms on the surface of the pool, causing ripples.

No wonder the youngest daughter of the Li family still has her heart attached to Ming Jue; no wonder the cold Fairy Luoxue made no secret of her love after the sword-sounding meeting.It turned out that his brother was such a good-looking person.

Ming Cong resembles Ming Jue, but he has never been admired by fairies. The only time someone came to propose marriage was an oolong.Ming Cong didn't like to tie his hair up, and often had it disheveled at home. The man mistook him for Ming Jue's younger sister and sent someone to hand over the marriage contract.

Ming Cong was curious, his elder brother had a reputation for being cold-tempered, how could there be a fairy willing to become a Taoist couple with him regardless of the risk of being coldly rejected, but who knew that the person mentioned in the marriage letter was actually himself.

Parents joked about this for several days, Ming Cong gritted his teeth with hatred, and tore the marriage certificate into pieces. If the person who delivered the marriage certificate was in front of him, Ming Cong would have his brother cut him into pieces!

Time flies, and Ming Cong continues to live a carefree life.The only time I made up my mind to practice was when I heard people say that a monk's lifespan depends on his ability.If he continues to dawdle, he will remain a mortal, and he will die as soon as his lifespan expires, while his elder brother will live forever if he enters the immortal path.

Ming Cong didn't want to die of old age in front of his brother, let alone his gray-haired ugly appearance.At that time, he didn't give up his practice for three consecutive months, even his parents thought he was possessed by a demon and changed his temper.

However, Ming Cong's foundation is too shallow.

The sword is the head of all weapons, and the sword repairer uses the sword to control Qi, and Qi enters the spiritual field.People like Ming Cong who have a shallow foundation and want to succeed in a short time will only be torn by Qi.

Ming Cong's aptitude was mediocre, and Lingtian couldn't hold the abundant aura. After the sword practice that day, he vomited a mouthful of blood, which made Ming Jue turn pale with fright.

Ming Jue forbade him to touch the sword again in a short time, so Ming Cong had no choice but to resort to the way he did when he was a child, sitting on the ground and crying loudly.Ming Jue was helpless, and said to Ming Cong that night, there are thousands of ways to practice, and the sword is just one of them. Some people are good at magic circles, some are good at pills, and some are good at using whips. All the ways lead to the same goal.

Ming Jue finally persuaded Ming Cong to use the whip. The whip is the softest weapon. Compared with sharp weapons such as swords, it is much softer and less likely to be backlashed.

However, no one in Chunmen used the whip, Ming Jue learned it by himself, and then taught Ming Cong himself.

Ming Cong knew that his brother was kind to him, but in fact, what he saw was the tip of the iceberg of Ming Jue's kindness to him.

When outsiders look at Ming Jue, they only think that he is like a sword with sharp edges.What Ming Cong saw in Ming Jue was a pool of hot springs, a tree full of flowers, and a sunny and warm sky.

Ming Cong could have continued to live an idle life under the protection of his elder brother. Even after his parents' lifespan was exhausted, he could still spend the rest of his life under Ming Jue's protection.

However, a bad news woke up the entire Chun family like a thunderstorm—Mingjue Lingtian was destroyed.

The spiritual field is the place where monks live and carry spiritual energy. If the spiritual field is destroyed, it will not only damage their cultivation, but also directly endanger their lives.Once the cultivator's spiritual field is destroyed, it is no different from a mortal suffering from a serious illness and can only wait to die.

Why Mingjue's Lingtian was destroyed, no one knows the reason, even a plain girl who is good at the art of qi and yellow can only shake her head helplessly after seeing it.

When others heard about it, they sighed with pity, God is jealous of talents.

Ming Cong felt that the sky was falling.He usually cried, but he just shed tears and used means to evade cultivation, but this time he cried so heartbreakingly.

He cried so sadly that he asked Ming Jue to comfort him.

At first Ming Jue told Ming Cong that he was fine and he would be fine in a while.However, as the aura passed away, Ming Jue couldn't even pick up the sword, and could no longer use this excuse to comfort Ming Cong.

That year, the cold winter had just passed, and the early spring had arrived.

Ming Jue's health improved, and he sat on a stone bench wearing a black fur coat to watch Ming Cong practice whipping.The black fox fur set off his complexion like ice, so pale that there was no blood.

The rain of pear blossoms rustled down.

Ming Cong practiced a set of whipping techniques, and his red clothes rolled, like a beautiful red butterfly.

Ming Jue tenderly watched the beautiful red butterfly shuttle in the pear blossom rain, and he said silently to Ming Cong, Brother, I'm sorry.

Ming Cong couldn't hear it, Li Shu couldn't hear it either, except for Ming Jue, no one else heard his words.

Brother, I'm sorry.

Once Ming Jue died, all the responsibilities he had shouldered in the past undoubtedly fell on Ming Cong's shoulders.Ming Jue originally thought that he could live longer and firmly protect his younger brother under his wings, but he broke his promise......

The spring day when all things revived failed to keep Ming Jue, he left, at the moment when the pear blossoms were falling.

On the day of the burial, all the pear blossoms on and off Chunmen withered, and the petals spread a thick layer on the ground, whiter than Ming Cong's onyx coat.

Everyone wept bitterly, the mother even fainted several times, only Ming Cong did not shed a single tear, and even that night he took off his clothes and picked up the long sword.

He was used to letting his hair loose, but that night he tied his long hair like Ming Jue's. He held a sword expressionlessly, which was exactly the same as Ming Jue's.

Rumor has it that twins share one soul and one soul.

Ming Cong knew that his brother was not dead, he was in his body, and became one with his soul, just like when he was born.

A Niang thought that he was possessed by a demon, and told him to stop thinking about it, and even took away her brother's saber and sealed it up.

No one believed that Ming Jue was still alive, including his father and mother, but Ming Cong thought that as long as he still believed, his brother was still alive.

In the dead of night, he danced his sword or practiced his whip under the tree, and there was a hazy figure on the stone bench, whose face could not be seen clearly, except for a pair of bright eyes that were as gentle as spring water.

Ming Cong originally thought that he would remember Ming Jue all his life, from birth to death, until that day, when the red moon was like blood, and a person dressed in white was like snow, standing in front of him like a god and a devil.

There are corpses all around, including his parents, his maidservants, and his senior brothers... The blood-stained flat ground was the paradise where he played when he was young.

"How funny it would be if you hated me and did something for me."

The man in white smiled and said vicious words, but he had no choice but to catch him, and was controlled by Nine Tails, forgetting Chunmen, relatives, and his brother Mingjue, and became a lowly wild dog under Qingfei's hands. .

Back then, Ming Cong, who was regarded as a treasure by the Chun family, became a wild dog who was beaten and scolded by everyone.If Qing Fei wanted him to die, he would die faithfully.

He no longer has friends or relatives, and only faces endless reprimands and ridicule.Even in the days when Qing Fei didn't call him, he could only stay in a dark room, guarding a dim lamp alone.

How could his elder brother, who was so obedient to him, let his younger brother, whom he held dear to his heart, be trampled on like this?

The sharp sword pierced through the chest, cut through the flesh and blood, and splashed blood.

Those who mocked brother should die, those who teased brother should die, those people really deserve to die by the sword!Cut to pieces!

Through the mist of blood, Ming Cong saw a rain of snow-white flowers, and the young man holding a sword under the pear tree, with eyes like spring water, smiled at him.

Brother, I'm back.

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