Have You Met My Brother?[Comprehensive Martial Arts + Sword Three] Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Seeing Lizi Again Yan Bugui: We meet again.…

“Hello, sorry to bother you, have you seen the person in the portrait?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never seen it.”

…

Yan Bugui raised his eyes to look at the sky, sighed and took back the portrait, preparing to return to the inn he had chosen to rest.

It has been several days since the Beggar Clan Conference.After rounds of intense and exciting competitions in the arena, Guo Jing and Huang Rong’s eldest son-in-law Yeluqi became the latest leaders of the Beggar Clan.

Because the night before the conference was held, Huang Rong had already planned to arrest and kill all the people with problems. The remaining ones were either frightened or lurking deeper and dared not make the first move, or they had no problems or had no idea. The entire conference went smoothly beyond expectations, and there were no other twists and turns.

Yan Bugui left Junshan on the day the conference ended, and Guo Xiang reluctantly sent him ten miles away. Although the swordsman could see that the girl actually wanted to “travel in the world” with him, she was watched by her parents and now she did not dare to make a fuss and run away from home again.

However, when Guo Xiang communicated with him about how to contact each other, she also whispered in his ear, saying that she would try to persuade her parents later so that she could truly enter the world and become a heroine.In this regard, he said he would wait and see.

Without Guo Xiang, a local, the Dao Sect disciple who was unwilling to admit that he had the attributes of a road idiot simply walked around with his eyes closed.Anyway, he has no destination for the time being, so everything can only be left to chance.As he walked, he gradually noticed that more and more people around him spoke in difficult dialects, and even the Mandarin had local accents. He realized that he should have arrived further south.

This center was originally similar to but different from the one in the Tang Dynasty. When Yan Bugui was in the Tang Dynasty, he rarely went south, and now his eyesight is even darker.Fortunately, the people here still know how to speak the Mandarin of the Central Plains. Even with a slight accent, Lian Mengdaigui can still understand it. Otherwise, food, clothing, housing and transportation will be troublesome.

The night sky is misty and the moon is dim.After having dinner in the inn room, Yan Bugui opened the window and looked at the lively market in the distance.Tonight is another full moon night, but unfortunately the sky is not very kind. The shy full moon always pulls the clouds and mist around it to act as a misty gauze, and the lights on the ground are brighter than the half-covered stars.

The lonely swordsman held his chin and looked downstairs at the lively people who were either in pairs or families reunited, laughing and cursing. The longing that had been forcibly suppressed emerged again – and at the same time, there were very distant memories that came to mind.

Before being named “Yan Bugui” by Xie Donghai, his surname was Liu, and his single name had the character “ze”.His father is a descendant of the Liu family of Badao Villa, his maiden name is Yang, and he has a brother who is five years older than him – Liu Yuan.

In fact, he can’t remember much about his biological parents, because he was only three years old when the accident happened to his family of four, and he can’t remember much.He only remembered that it rained very hard that day and his whole body felt cold and hot.If Xie Donghai hadn’t picked him up by chance, he really didn’t know if he would have survived——

After all, after he and Liu Yuan met, Liu Yuan once mentioned that two or three days had passed when the other party came back to see him afterwards.At that time, he was very ill. After being taken away by Xie Donghai, he had a fever for three days and three nights, and when he woke up, he forgot everything.

That year, the ignorant child looked at the “beautiful brother” in front of him. The only thing he remembered was that this “brother” once hugged him. The embrace was not warm, and even had a jade-like coolness, but it made people feel very comfortable.So when he saw someone, he grabbed the floating ribbon and wouldn’t let go.

Wen Heng, the leader of the medical sect who was invited to treat the child, asked Xie Donghai if he wanted to accept this “burnt-brained” child as his disciple or adopted son. However, the elder of the Dao sect, who was obviously the oldest but looked particularly young, said: “I am the last in the family, with eight brothers in front of me. I have always hoped to have a younger brother. Unfortunately… I no longer have hope for my biological child. It is feasible to adopt one.”

Xie Donghai, who made an excuse to go to the Central Plains to search for the stolen “Shangshui Book”, was actually restless and wanted to go to land to see the development of the world. At the same time, he was trying to find the wild goose he had raised since childhood but never looked back. He did not mention that he heard a childish voice calling “Mom, Dad” and “Big Brother” before he wandered over and took the child away.

He gently freed his ribbon from the child’s hands, with no extra warmth in his eyes, and asked in a cold tone: “Are you going to be my brother?”

The child, who was confused by the high fever, could not say a word “no” to that beautiful face that looked like a fairy. He nodded blankly and called “brother” repeatedly – thus the “brother” relationship between them was established.Because the child had no memory of where his home was, who was in his family, or what his name was, Xie Donghai named him:

“‘The wild goose never returns’ – the goose I have raised for ten years flew away so easily with the passing geese. Even if I find it, it will never come back. I don’t ask you to stay with me all the time. I just hope that when you grow up in the future, remember to tell me first before you want to return to the crowd.”

However, a three-year-old child simply cannot understand so many things, and he only remembers that his name from now on is “Yanbugui”.Wen Heng, who was watching, was hesitant to say something about such a name with a bad connotation, but he couldn’t help it. Xie Donghai said that this was similar to giving a cheap name to a child with poor health. The child could change it when he grew up, so he kept silent.

As a result, Yan Bugui has used this name for more than 20 years.Even though he later retrieved those vague memories from before he was three years old, he and the Liu Yuan brothers recognized each other… However, only Liu Yuan would call him “Brother Ze”. At other times, others – including himself, would still use “Yan Bugui”.

The swordsman looked away, took out the knife guard, and quietly wiped the knife in the room.

Xie Donghai is actually not a person who likes excitement.It can’t be said that. To be precise, Xie Donghai doesn’t like to participate in the excitement and crowds. He prefers to watch from a high place – so he really likes Fang Gan’s Ling Hai Jue. This martial arts technique can allow him to stay in the air for a long time without looking too special.

Yan Bugui is actually the one who can’t decide whether to watch the excitement or not. When he was a child, he would still be curious, but if he didn’t have to watch, he wouldn’t be persistent. Besides, when he was in Penglai, there wasn’t that much excitement.So when he went to the market with Xie Donghai, he was already behind him.

Xie Donghai traveled from Penglai to the Central Plains to find him who had run away from home after beheading him first and then telling him about it. He did not immediately ask him to go back to Penglai or Daozong because he shamelessly asked his brother Xie to stay and travel with him.Xie Donghai never agreed, but he accompanied him through actions for several years.At the same time, in the past few years, their relationship slowly began to change…

“Qiang” – the well-maintained knife was put back into the scabbard. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Yan Bugui outside the window and suddenly raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling on the woman pushing a cart.

This woman was in her forties or fifties, somewhere between middle-aged and old. She had an unfamiliar appearance and was wearing a patchwork, shabby green robe.The car is obviously designed to be a stall once it is placed. There is a large pot on it with something like iron sand, and the aroma of chestnuts comes from it.

The woman pushed the cart slowly and slowly, and soon she was getting farther and farther away from Yan Bugui’s sight.The swordsman thought for a while, picked up the bamboo hat on the table, put it on, jumped out of the window with the knife, used Qing Kung Fu to land on the roof, and followed the man from a high place.

The woman’s stall finally stopped at a relatively remote location. She seemed to be very professional in stir-frying the chestnuts in the pot, and the sweet smell gradually spread during the stir-frying.Sensing that someone had been attracted by the fragrance, Yan Bugui pressed the edge of the hat, jumped to the ground first, took a few steps to the stall, and asked: “How to sell chestnuts?”

The woman selling chestnuts seemed to be dazzled by surprise, and there was a customer in front of her.She glanced at the swordsman for a moment, and soon replied with a cheerful smile: “Ten cents per catty, sold now, so fresh!” Her voice was also very suitable for her age, it was ordinary and unfamiliar.

Yan Bugui stared at the woman in front of him for a long time, then looked at the pot of sugar-roasted chestnuts, and took out a silver coin from his bag: “Is it enough to wrap your chestnuts?”

The woman looked at the silver coin that was handed over, her eyes seemed to be straightened, and she seemed to say unconsciously: “Enough… not enough! I need another ingot!” Just like a greedy ordinary person.

After many days, he felt the familiar malice again. Yan Bugui suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled, and then he handed over another ingot of silver: “Okay, give it all to me.”

Seeing this, the woman no longer hesitated. She quickly took out a large bamboo basket, covered it with a thick cloth, then placed all the chestnuts in it. Finally, she covered it with a piece of cloth and handed it to the swordsman: “Guest, your chestnuts.”

Yan Bugui took the basket without saying “thank you”. He recognized the direction for a while and walked into a more remote alley. Then he jumped on the roof of a house again and looked down at the woman’s location – but there was no longer a trolley with an iron pot or a woman pushing the trolley.

The swordsman was not surprised. He took out a chestnut from the basket, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it – it was quite fragrant, but unfortunately it was probably poisonous.He jumped on a few more roofs, and sat down relaxedly on the roof of the tallest building around him. He pretended to peel the chestnuts open, put them in his mouth and chewed them, but in fact he quickly put the chestnuts away without even touching his lips.

After “eating” two in a row, when he was touching the third one, his eyes suddenly closed and he fell sideways. His hands seemed to have no strength anymore. The chestnut he was holding rolled, but was blocked by his knife and did not fall to the ground.

On the roof several stories high, no one would pay attention to it under ordinary circumstances, so naturally few people would notice a person lying on it.The wind upstairs seems to be cooler than downstairs, and you may catch a cold if you don’t wear enough clothes.

The wind blew like this for a while, and the patient Yan Bugui finally noticed the slight sound of footsteps and the sound of the folds of the skirt rubbing against each other – the swordsman who had been waiting for a long time immediately opened his eyes. After seeing the familiar pair of owl embroidered shoes exposed under the hem of the skirt blown by the wind, the horizontal sword immediately unsheathed and slashed at the intruder without saying a word!