My Senior Brother Turned Black After I Died. Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Song Mianbai is indeed not dead

As Ji Hantong talked, he actually said he was angry.

He really didn’t have any good impressions of this Lao Deng. Now thinking about the time when Shen Fu falsely said that he hoped Shen Lanchuan would go back and inherit his position, he probably had some hidden agenda. How could a good thing really happen to Shen Lanchuan.

“Hypocrisy! Disgusting!” The more Ji Hantong thought about it, the angrier he became, and his beautiful eyebrows were stained with anger and became bright and dazzling. “Did he pretend to send people to deliver things back then, saying that ‘there is no overnight hatred between relatives’ and ‘blood connection’? Bah! I said back then that he was a weasel and had no good intentions to pay New Year’s greetings to the chicken. Senior brother, please don’t believe his nonsense, he…”

“Hantong.” Shen Lanchuan whispered, interrupting Ji Hantong’s increasingly passionate condemnation.

Ji Hantong was still angry and looked up at him with bulging cheeks, only to see a pair of eyes filled with helplessness and doting.

Shen Lanchuan raised his hand, and his cool fingertips gently touched Ji Hantong’s cheek, which was slightly hot with anger.The touch was like a small piece of snow, soft and soft, which instantly froze Ji Hantong’s restless emotions for a moment.

“Don’t be angry,” Shen Lanchuan’s voice was clear and cool, as gentle as the wind, “He is not worth it.”

His fingertips very lightly rubbed the delicate skin under Ji Hantong’s eyes, causing a tingling sensation.

“I already know what kind of person he is.” Shen Lanchuan’s tone was calm, as if he was talking about a stranger who had nothing to do with him. “Those false feelings never wavered my mood at all back then, and they are no longer relevant now.”

Ji Hantong looked at his calm side face, and the anger in his heart seemed to be gradually calmed down by the cold fingertips and words, but another kind of sour heartache emerged.

The senior brother said it lightly, but he was his biological father. How could he really be without any trouble if he was so calculated and ignored by his closest relatives?

“I’m just not worth it for you.” Ji Hantong’s voice dropped, with a muffled nasal sound, and he subconsciously rubbed his cheek against Shen Lanchuan’s fingers, like a little animal seeking comfort, “Why did he treat you like that?”

This small act of dependence made Shen Lanchuan’s heart feel as if it had been lightly tickled by a feather, creating a strange tingling sensation.

Shen Lanchuan’s eyes darkened, and the fingers that were just touching him turned to cover the side of Ji Hantong’s face with his entire palm, and the warm palm pressed against his cool and delicate skin.

“I have you.” Shen Lanchuan looked at him and spoke slowly and clearly, word by word.

Ji Hantong’s cheeks turned red, and the anger he had felt just now was washed away by these three straightforward and hot words.His eyes wandered for a moment, not daring to look at Shen Lanchuan again, but his heartbeat skipped a beat uncontrollably, and he beat the drum again.

“I…of course I will always stand by my senior brother.” Ji Hantong tried to calm down and muttered in a low voice, but he could not hide the blush spreading from his ears.

Shen Lanchuan saw that he was trying to stay calm but even his neck was turning red, and a faint smile flashed across his eyes.

“Yes.” He responded, but did not retract his palm. Instead, he slid down, gently held the back of Ji Hantong’s neck, and pressed his forehead against his shoulder.

This is a slightly possessive gesture.Ji Hantong could clearly smell the clear cedar-like scent of Shen Lanchuan’s body, mixed with a very light scent of soap locust.

“Don’t miss him,” Shen Lanchuan’s voice was close to his ears, and his warm breath brushed against Ji Hantong’s ears.

Ji Hantong was stiff for a moment, and then his body slowly relaxed and he leaned his weight obediently.Her cheek felt the solid and warm lines of Shen Lanchuan’s shoulders and arms through the fabric of her clothes, and those chaotic thoughts were strangely dispersed by this hug.

He quietly stretched out his hand, put his arm around Shen Lanchuan’s waist, buried his face deeper, and gave a muffled “hmm”.

Shen Lanchuan felt the tightening of his waist and the complete dependence of the person in his arms. The smile on his lips deepened, and the arms surrounding Ji Hantong tightened more firmly.

*

The moment Shen Lanchuan raised his hand to touch Ji Hantong’s cheek, Lou Yuxing quietly withdrew.

The bamboo door closed silently behind him, blocking off the indoor atmosphere that was too private for outsiders to pry into.

Lou Yuxing stood in the corridor, the afternoon sunlight filtered through the sparse bamboo leaves, casting tiny and swaying spots of light around his feet. The air was filled with the unique bitterness of the bamboo leaves, but it could not dispel the heavy confusion in Lou Yuxing’s heart.

Master… where is he?

Lou Yuxing leaned against the cold wall, slowly slid to the ground, and buried his face between his bent knees.His thoughts drifted away uncontrollably, back to many years ago when he had just been brought back to Qingyun Mountain by Song Mianbai.

At that time, Lou Yuxing was just a thin, lonely, and wary street kid.When Song Mianbai found him in the refugee camp at the foot of the mountain, he was beaten to a bloody head for grabbing half of a moldy bun, but he still bit the bun and refused to let go, his eyes as fierce as a dying wolf.

Song Mianbai didn’t say anything, he just gently brushed away the perpetrators, squatted down and wiped away the blood and dirt on his face bit by bit with his snow-white cuffs.The movement was very light, with a gentleness that Lou Yuxing had never felt before.

“Does it hurt?” Song Mianbai asked him, his voice was clear and gentle, like spring water flowing in a mountain stream.

Lou Yuxing stared at him warily and said nothing, but hid the bun even tighter.

Song Mianbai was not annoyed, smiled, took out a bun neatly wrapped in oil paper from the brocade bag he carried with him, and handed it to him.”This tastes good, here it is for you to eat.”

Lou Yuxing stared at the steaming buns that exuded the tempting meaty aroma and swallowed, but did not take it.He has seen too many adults who are kind on the surface but dirty behind the scenes. Who knows if the good-looking person in front of him is a beast in disguise.

Song Mianbai sighed, placed the bun in his dirty palm, and then touched his withered, yellow and knotted hair.

“Come back to the mountain with me. You don’t have to fight for food anymore.”

Lou Yuxing was led by Song Mianbai, step by step up the seemingly endless stone steps of Qingyun Mountain.The master’s hands are warm, porcelain white as jade, and the palms have thin calluses left by years of holding swords.He walked slowly, always accommodating Lou Yuxing’s staggering steps.

Qingyun Mountain is very high, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the cranes chirp.For Lou Yuxing, who has been wallowing in mud and hunger since childhood, everything here is so unfamiliar that it makes him uneasy.

The first days were not easy.Lou Yuxing was an independent man with strong self-esteem. Because of his background, he always wanted to perform better than others, so that he could live up to his reputation as Song Mianbai’s only direct disciple.

But the fact is that malnutrition and bumps since childhood did not lay a good foundation for Lou Yuxing’s body. Lou Yuxing’s cultivation speed is slower than that of many disciples.Inferiority and anxiety wrapped around Lou Yuxing like vines. He could only swing his sword desperately in the deserted back hill late at night until he was too tired to lift his arms, but the fire in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

Until one time, he lost his breath due to his eagerness for success and the movement of his spiritual power. He fell to the ground with severe pain in his chest and vomited a mouthful of blood.Just when he desperately thought that he was going to die here silently, a green figure fell down like a flowing cloud.

Song Mianbai didn’t say anything, just helped him up, put his palms on his vest, and sorted out the turbulence in his body bit by bit.The pain gradually subsided, but Lou Yuxing felt even more uncomfortable. Tears fell uncontrollably, mixed with blood and sweat, and he was miserable.

“Master, Master… I’m too stupid…” He choked, feeling that he had let down the hand that held him up the mountain that day.

Song Mianbai took back his hand and did not blame him. He just sat on a bluestone next to him and looked at the dark night and the faint stars in the distance.

“You are indeed quite stupid.”

Lou Yuxing was stunned for a moment and felt even more guilty.

“I brought you back because I hope you won’t live such a miserable life anymore. I hope you can live a good life, but I don’t want you to not cherish your life like this. I really misjudged the person.”

“Ayu, it’s really a blessing to be able to live well, you know?” Song Mianbai’s tone was very soft, with a deep sadness.

Lou Yuxing listened blankly, his tears gradually stopping.That night, the master did not teach any profound principles, but just sat with him for a long time until the east became white.

Later, the master began to personally teach him the basics of swordsmanship, breaking down each move in extremely fine detail.He discovered that the seemingly superior master was actually not good at teaching. Sometimes he would even frown slightly because he couldn’t explain a certain point clearly, and then he would get angry.

Later, he was gradually able to keep up with the progress of his classmates, and even stood out in a certain small competition.The master still looked calm on the viewing platform, but afterwards he pulled him and praised him for most of the night.

And that hot spring accident…

Lou Yuxing’s cheeks felt slightly hot in his arms.That time, he was reckless and ignorant, and accidentally broke into the forbidden area of ​​​​Master Qingxiu. He caught a startling glance in the mist of water… The master did not reprimand him, but just let him go out and remember the rules in the future.

But in his panic and shyness at the time, he kept the details he saw firmly in his mind.

Lou Yuxing raised his head, his eyes were dry and painful, but he couldn’t shed a single tear.No matter whether the master is alive or dead, no matter how terrible the conspiracy is hidden behind it, he must find out.

*

It was already the second night when Mo Wuyi arrived at Qingyun Mountain.

It was almost midnight, and the moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, leaving only a few pale glimmers.The whole Qingyun Mountain was still immersed in solemn mourning, white flags rolled silently in the night wind, and the sobs and chanting of the disciples watching the night were intermittent, adding to the desolation.

A black shadow that almost blended into the night fell quietly outside Tingzhu Garden, without disturbing any of the forbidden and guarding disciples of Qingyun Mountain.

The shadowy figure is tall and slender, wrapped in a black cloak of simple style but extraordinary material. The brim of the hat is lowered, revealing only the sharp jaw and tight thin lips.

He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the bamboo courtyard door.Almost as soon as the knock on the door fell, the bamboo door silently slid open a crack.

Shen Lanchuan stood inside the door, and the moonlight fell on his face through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, reflecting his cold outline.He glanced sharply at the people outside the door, and after feeling the familiar aura, he stepped aside to get out of the way.

The black shadow flashed in, and the bamboo door immediately closed, isolating the inside and outside.

In the courtyard, Ji Hantong had woken up from meditation and was sitting opposite Lou Yuxing, who looked haggard but energetic.Seeing the person taking off his hood, revealing half of his handsome and pale face that couldn’t hide the tiredness and weathered look, Ji Hantong’s eyes flashed with a hint of complexity.

As expected, it was Mo Wuyi.

Compared with the last time we met at Lan Yue Sect, he seemed to have lost some weight. The disfigured half of his face was covered by a mask, and now the intact half was exposed.

Thinking about it, he has become the leader of Lanyue Sect, so he really needs some image management.

“Sect Master Mo, thank you for your hard work, traveling under the stars and at night.” Ji Hantong was the first to speak.

Mo Wuyi nodded slightly, his eyes stayed on Ji Hantong’s face for a moment, he nodded slightly as a greeting, then turned to Lou Yuxing: “My condolences.”

Lou Yuxing quickly stood up and saluted: “Junior Lou Yuxing has met Sect Master Mo.”

Mo Wuyi raised his hand to support him, indicating that he didn’t need to be polite, and then looked at Shen Lanchuan.

“I read the letter.” Mo Wuyi spoke concisely and sat down on the empty bamboo chair, “Why do you come to ask me?”

“Not long ago, I went to Zichen Valley to meet Shen Fu,” Shen Lanchuan said bluntly. “He wanted me to inherit the position of Valley Master, but I refused. But judging from the situation of the six major sects in recent years, my junior brother and I vaguely guessed some possibilities.”

“You are hiding something, and what you are hiding is related to the strange monster we encountered when we first met you, right?”

“You two are indeed very smart. I hope my choice is correct,” Mo Wuyi laughed softly.

“Song Mianbai is indeed not dead, but he is not far away from death.”

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