Daming City, located in the hinterland of the Central Plains, was once the most prosperous place in the world more than a hundred years ago. It is backed by Daming Mountain, and there is a cave on Daming Mountain, which was discovered by the ancestors of the Zong family hundreds of years ago. After that, they established a sect here and established the Zong family, the royal family who ruled Kyushu for 300 years.
However, Zong Clan's last Emperor and Mo Zun's brother fought against each other, which led to the downfall of the daimyo Zong Clan. Xianmeng took the opportunity to carve up Zong's huge wealth, burned the majestic and magnificent Wuji Palace, and sealed off the cave mansion of Daming Mountain with an enchantment, not allowing anyone to enter without permission.
The Daming City, once a place of pilgrimage for thousands of people, lost the protection of the royal family and was regarded as a forbidden place by the Immortal League. Naturally, it also completely declined. In a hundred years, hundreds of thousands of people were forced to leave their hometown due to livelihood, and only those who stayed in Daming Hard times.
Xie Bian had just been appointed as a dark general, and when he was traveling around, he had visited daimyo once, and he also stood in front of the endless ruins of the Wuji Palace, fantasizing about the legendary glory of the daimyo Zong clan. Unexpectedly, he returned to the daimyo again, and it was already a different state of mind.
When he woke up, he found that the furnishings of the room he was in were very familiar, and he wasted a lot of gods before he could be sure that he was in the palace on the Daming Mountain. Only clan descendants can use it.
From childhood to adulthood, he had many memories in this palace, but the first thing that popped into his mind was Zong Zixiao who brought him here to enjoy the snow, and the extremely lewd days the two of them spent.
A hundred years, fleeting, past and present, misty, he looked at the curtain above his head without blinking, and suddenly felt that his reincarnation was just a dream of self-salvation, in fact, he had neither escaped nor escaped. , did not die, and did not fall in love with Zong Zixiao who disguised his identity without knowing the truth. When he woke up, he was still the eldest son Heng, he was still in the palace, still trapped in the inescapable grievances, unable to find a way out.
He couldn't tell for a while, what he hoped to be true and what was false.
It's just that the outdated furnishings, the wet and cold climate, and the pain on his body all told him that he had woken up from a dream. Although this place is still the same palace, the world has changed. He and Zong Zixiao are already dead. Reborn again, continuing the evil fate of the previous life—
After Zijie Bian woke up, Fan Wuxi was by his side almost all the time, but from morning to night, it was rare to get a response with a word or a look.
This person sealed himself off and built a series of high walls to prevent the outside world, especially himself, from approaching.
After the first battle in Fengdu City, Fan Wuzhen did not have a complete sleep again. He was trapped in repeated nightmares. He dreamed that he and his elder brother went from laughing and talking to swords, and dreamed that those tender and loving eyes were suddenly lost. Filled with hatred, I dreamed how my elder brother endured humiliation and how he repaid kindness with grievances, the memory of pain and regret repeated itself, like a ferocious beast chasing after him, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.
He knew that the person who could save him was right in front of him, even if he touched the snow-white hem, but this person was resisting him from head to toe.
At this time, Xie Bian was sitting in the gazebo, looking at the lush Daming Mountain. Apart from blinking occasionally, he had maintained this movement for a long time, as if there was really something in the green sea that caught his attention.
Fan Wuxi also sat on the side for a long time, until there was a cool breeze in the mountains, he said softly: "Brother, it's windy here, let's go back."
Knowing that Bian was still motionless, he took out a cloak from the Qiankun bag, put it on Bian's back, and at the same time gently pressed the slightly thin shoulders: "You are still recovering from your injuries, don't catch the cold. "
Xie Bian stood up, shook off the cloak together with his hands, and walked into the house.
Fan Wuxi's heart tightened, he collected his emotions and followed.
Jie Bian poured out the cold tea, made a new pot for himself, and then picked up the half-read book on the table again.
Fan Wuxi sat opposite, and poured himself a cup of tea. The two of them drank a pot together, and they seemed to be getting closer invisibly. He squeezed the teacup in his hand, and felt that he was ridiculous. He cleared his throat and said calmly, "Brother, do you intend to continue like this forever?"
"I know you have resentment and hatred in your heart, and you want to kill me..." Fan Wuxi smiled wryly, "You are not really as calm as you seem, you don't want to see me, you don't want to talk to me, I understand, but we It can't go on like this forever." He looked at Jie Bian with sincere eyes, even with a hint of pleading, "Brother, talk to me, okay?"
Jie Bian stared intently at the book in his hand: "You know what I want to hear."
"Your injury is not healed, I can't leave your side, and I can't go back to Fengdu to inquire about the situation for the time being. However, Jiang Qulian will not kill Lan Chuihan, nor will he touch Cui Fujun and Bozhu. These people treat him It's all useful."
"'Useful'." Jie Bian repeated these two words lightly.
"Yes, Jiang Qulian has seized the power of Hades now, but obviously what he wants is not just reincarnation. His cultivation, his memory, and his safety after reincarnation all require him to pave the way for himself. He wants to control the laws of the six realms of reincarnation, and only in this way can he transcend reincarnation."
Jie Bian was silent again.
"What Jiang Qulian wants to do is likely to break the balance of the Three Realms and bring about an unimaginable catastrophe." Fan Wuxi stared straight at Jie Bian, "You know that the only one who can stop him is me, right."
"He helped you obtain the Heavenly Secret Talisman, and you helped him seize the Underworld. Thanks to your mutual achievements, there will be chaos in the world of humans and ghosts, and so many innocent people will die in vain."
"We each take what we need, and the situation is different now. Brother, you can still use me, and the only one you can rely on now is me."
Xie Bian finally cast his eyes on Fan Wushi, but his eyes were as indifferent as ever.
Fan Wuxi's heart beat wildly a few times, he suppressed the fluctuating emotions, and said in a deep voice: "I am willing to do anything for you. Now, can we talk about 'we'?"
"No need." Xie Bian got up and wanted to leave.
Fan Wuxi clasped his wrist without thinking, instinctively not allowing him to leave.
Xie Bian paused for a moment, but didn't struggle. He just glanced at Fan Wuxi indifferently, as if the scene from his previous life was reappearing. Back then, they had disagreements many times. At that time, he didn't say anything. He cannot evade the right to walk away, and this person will teach him a lesson in the most humiliating way, letting him know that he is just a puppet, a prisoner. Just because he has experienced it too many times, he doesn't care what treatment awaits him next.
Fan Wuxi held that thin wrist, but it seemed to be holding a fire stick, which made him suffer from the inside out, but even if it burned him to the point of pain, he was unwilling to let go. He gritted his teeth, slowly embraced Jie Bian's waist, and let his elder brother sit on his lap like countless times before.
Xie Bian was at his mercy like a puppet, but after waiting for a while, he was not treated roughly, but he was a little surprised.
Fan Wuxi wrapped his arms around his waist carefully, and lightly pressed his forehead against his hairline: "Brother, I'm sorry, did you hear me, I'm sorry." There was a risk of overflowing emotions.
Xie Bian was indifferent.
"Actually, I have been shaken, many times. When you explained to me before, I couldn't forget your kindness to me. I instinctively wanted to believe you, but I was blinded by hatred and induced by the yin energy of the secret talisman. Inner Demon..." Fan Wushi's heart felt a sharp pain, this analysis was tantamount to gut breaking for him, he said in a trembling voice, "I did a lot of mistakes."
"I didn't expect you to bear so much. I should have faced it with you."
"Brother, I was wrong."
"I know you don't want to hear it. Maybe I don't need to say these words. No matter how much I regret, what happened in the past can't be changed." Fan Wuxi gently folded his arms, "But no matter what, I won't let go. Open you. Brother, you taught me to practice swordsmanship and read books since childhood, can you teach me what I should do now."