When Xie Bian went back, he faced the wall and thought about his mistakes, and read the formula of purifying the heart against the wall all night.
Fan Wuxi's "sudden trouble" and the nightmare he had had are no longer the biggest troubles at the moment. After all, the problems in this life are more urgent and difficult than worrying about what he did in his previous life.
He felt that Fan Wuxi's abnormality was all because of himself. Because he took the book by mistake without paying attention, it made Fan Wuxi curious, and when he read the book out of curiosity, the young and ignorant boy had thoughts. He felt so guilty that he accidentally led his junior brother astray. In vain to be a brother!
Moreover, the most embarrassing and shameful thing for him was that he actually remembered that dream at that time, and even, even the originally blurred face of the man in the dream overlapped with Fan Wuxi's face in an instant. It was also because of this that he fled in fright.
He couldn't help doubting himself, could it be that he was really addicted to cutting sleeves? Even if he is, he can't have unreasonable thoughts about his junior brother!
Xie Bian pinched his thigh severely, and recited: "It is cold through the ages, everything is quiet, the mind should be quiet, and the mind should be alone, the mind and spirit should be one, and the breath should go hand in hand. No change, no ignorance, no anger, no desire, no pursuit, no renunciation, no abandonment, no action, no self, no ignorance, no anger, no desire, no pursuit, no abandonment, no abandonment, no action, no self... "
When it was dawn, Xie Bian had a tentative plan. He wanted to bring Fan Wuxi back to the right first, so that his junior and junior could not go further down the wrong path.
Then, when the matter came to an end, he returned to Hades, and he was going to see Granny Meng. He wanted to know why he frequently recalled his past life and whether he had any unfinished regrets.
But who doesn't
I hope Granny Meng can answer his doubts, and most importantly, find a way to help him get rid of the intrusion of those fragmentary memories.
At this time, he heard a voice from next door, which seemed to be Zhong Kui's room.
Xie Bian opened the door and saw that it was Yun Zhongjun who had come to invite Zhong Kui. Just as he was about to ask, the doors of Fan Wuxi's and Lan Chuihan's rooms opened at the same time, and they leaned out at the same time.
Xie Bian's eyes didn't have time to dodge, and they bumped into Fan Wushi's. His ears felt hot, and he restrained the urge to retreat into the bedroom.
Only Zhong Kui said: "The Immortal is finally willing to see me."
"Tianshi, please."
"Master..."
"Just wait for me here." Zhong Kui took two steps and said again, "No running around."
Although he looked at Jie Bian when he spoke, they all knew who he was talking to.
"Wait." Lan Chuihan walked over, without the usual flirtatious smile on his face, looking solemn and cold, "Brother Yun, as a junior, I am soft-spoken and know that I am not qualified enough to seek an audience with an immortal, but I respect President Li I entrust, hoping to resolve the conflict, if the Cangyu Sect delays in handing over the two Flying Feather Envoys and the Seven Star Lantern, and does not make a statement, then it will be a disappointment to Leader Li's painstaking efforts."
Yun Zhongjun said in a deep voice: "Brother Lan, I said yesterday that I am not in charge of this matter. Master's health is declining day by day, and I have not had time to persuade her in the future."
"Because of Moju Wuya, the heads of the various sects are likely to come to Fenglin Island in person, just to settle the account of the Chunyang Sect. Brother Yun, is it true that you are not worried about the survival of the Cangyu Sect?"
Yun Zhongjun's lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't speak.
"Take me with you." Lan Chuihan said with her arms back and her chest up, neither humble nor overbearing, "I can't just sit here, even if the immortal doesn't want to see me for a while, I can return to my life and say I did my best. In the future If Cang Yumen is really surrounded by enemies, I, Lan, will be worthy of the friendship of sword-making back then."
Yun Zhongjun sighed: "Come with me."
After the three left, only knowing Bian and Fan Wushi remained.
Xie Bian's heart skipped a beat twice, hiding in the room was absolutely impossible, it would damage his brother's prestige, but this early in the morning, he hadn't figured out how to teach Fan Wushi yet.
Fan Wuxi said: "Brother, you haven't had breakfast yet, I'll get it for you."
His demeanor and tone were as usual, making Jie Bian heave a sigh of relief: "Okay."
After a stick of incense, Fan Wuxi brought two breakfasts to Jie Bian's room, Xie Bian was leaning against the window, looking at Fengming Lake in the distance, and the black death by the lake.
"Are they planning to keep Wu Ya trapped like this?" Fan Wuxi gently placed the tray on the table, thinking about how to get Wu Ya back.
"Now we can't decide how to deal with Wuya, after all, it was once the mount of the Demon Venerable. Moreover, the appearance of the Demon Horse here makes people feel that there is some kind of conspiracy. What Brother Lan said, Xianmeng will get news in these two days, and will take action soon." Xie Bian's eyes were still on Wu Ya, and this skeleton horse gave him a familiar feeling, as if they had seen it before. However, this is not surprising, every monk has seen the portrait of Wu Ya. Some folks who love bloggers' eyeballs even draw three heads and six wings for it, just like a monster.
"Brother, let's eat."
Jie Bian paused, turned around slowly, sat down pretending to be ordinary, pointed to a fish and said, "I heard that this fish is only found in Kunlun, and the meat is fresh and sweet. When I left, I Be sure to bring some, go back and give Bo Zhu and Mr. Cui a taste."
Fan Wuzhen picked up the chopsticks and took a bite: "Well, the taste is good, but if the senior cooks it, it will definitely taste better." After speaking, he smiled at Xie Bian with deep meaning in his eyes.
Xie Bian hurriedly lowered his head to eat to cover up his flustered moment.
Fan Wushi took another piece of lettuce for Xie Bian.
"You eat yours, leave me alone."
Fan Wuxi paused.
Just when Xie Bian regretted that his tone was too blunt, Fan Wuxi said: "Yesterday, senior brother said that he would take care of me no matter what, and I am the same. I also want to take care of senior brother."
"..."
Fan Wuxi looked at Xie Bian without blinking, as if he couldn't stop staring at something from his face.
"Look at what I'm doing, hurry up and eat." Jie Bian said a little annoyed.
"Don't you know what I'm watching you do?" Fan Wuxi curled his lips into a smile, his tone somewhat teasing.
Xie Bian put down his chopsticks with a "snap", and stared back at Fan Wushi pretending to be serious.
A smile climbed from the corners of Fan Wushi's lips to the corners of his eyes, and finally turned into a lingering ambiguity, flowing from his eyes to Jie Bian.
Xie Bian thought that Fan Wuzhen was just a seventeen-year-old boy with less mental experience than himself, and he shouldn't lose in this contest of momentum, but he didn't know that there was a demon in his body that had terrified the world of cultivating immortals for a hundred years. Not to mention anything else, he couldn't be an opponent in terms of lust alone, and he couldn't stand Fan Wuxi's bold and seductive eyes.
Xie Bian hurriedly picked up the chopsticks: "The fish should be cold, eat it quickly."
His wrist was lightly clasped.
Fan Wushi pressed the bulge of Xie Bian's wrist with his thumb, caressing it consciously or unconsciously, and said softly, "Brother doesn't even dare to look at me anymore."
Jie Bian shook off his hand, put down his chopsticks again, and said seriously, "Wuyin, let's talk."
"good."
Xie Bian picked up his elder brother's posture, and said gently and majesticly: "Wu Ying, I know what's going on with you. This matter is the fault of the senior brother. The senior brother took an inexplicable book by mistake and let you read it." There are some things that you didn't understand before, so you can't tell the good from the wrong, and you are now at a young age, and there are no people of the right age besides the senior brother, so some illusions have arisen."
Fan Wuxi watched Xie Bian finish the analysis logically, with an expression clearly trying to convince himself, he said with a half-smile, "You think I'm a three-year-old."
"What do you know."
"I don't understand?" Fan Wuxi raised his eyebrows, "What do you think I don't understand?"
"You don't understand." Xie Bian said with some difficulty, "Brother is a man, when you meet a girl you like..."
Fan Wuxi smiled evilly: "I can't be hard on the girl, but I think of my brother at night, and my bottom is very swollen."
"You!" Xie Bian almost jumped up from his chair. His little junior is usually defiant and unrestrained, but he didn't expect to hear such vulgar and bold words. I was terrified for an instant.
"I don't say that, you don't understand." Fan Wushi stared deeply into Jie Bian's eyes and said solemnly, "I like you."
Xie Bian was dumbfounded.
When he said this sentence, Fan Wuxi was also stunned.
When he was still Zong Zixiao, he knew exactly what his endless desire for Zong Ziheng really came from, but all the possibilities between them had been torn apart beyond recognition by hatred. He keeps possessing and plundering, like a wild beast, he almost devours his eldest brother every night, as if only by entering and imprinting over and over again, can he express his unspeakable love.
He never said "like" to Zong Ziheng, not even once.
When the word "like" was uttered, Fan Wuxi's heart ached as if it had been gouged out a thousand times. In his past and present lives, he has been tortured in hell for a hundred years, what he desires most is to be able to say he likes the person he likes.
Fan Wuxi grabbed Jie Bian's hand, his eyes sparkled, frighteningly bright: "Brother, be my Taoist companion and stay with me for the rest of my life, okay?"
Jie Bianteng stood up and said tremblingly, "Absurd, absurd!"
"Why is it absurd? It's not uncommon for men to form Taoist couples. There are several pairs in the Cangyu Sect."
"You, what are you thinking at such a young age!" Xie Bian's face was so red that it could bleed, even the thin skin at the corners of his eyes was covered with powder, as if he had been so offended.
Fan Wuxi said boldly: "I can marry a wife a long time ago, I think there is nothing wrong with this. If I want to marry a wife, I will only marry my senior brother."
Xie Bian had never experienced such a scene, he was at a loss, and it was much more difficult than facing a bunch of evil spirits alone. His brain was hot and messy, and the sound of his heartbeat was so loud that his head hurt. He shook his head and pretended to be calm: "You, you are just messing around, I am your senior brother."
Fan Wuxi adjusted his mood, lowered his face, and pretended to be hurt and angry: "Brother, don't you believe me? If you don't like me, you can just tell me, I will make you like me, but why don't you believe me?" My sincerity, if you don’t like me, can you trample on my sincerity like this.” After speaking, he turned his face away, his shoulders trembling slightly.
"I... I'm not..." Xie Bian couldn't bear this the most. Seeing Fan Wuzhen's sad and wronged appearance, his heart suddenly felt apologetic, and he could only defend weakly, "It's not that senior brother doesn't believe you."
Fan Wuxi didn't speak.
Xie Bian sighed helplessly, as if resigned to his fate: "Then... why do you like senior brother?"
Only then did Fan Wuxi turn his face, he looked at Xie Bian, and what appeared in front of his eyes was Zong Ziheng's pampering expression that he could not do anything about him, and his eyes were full of affection: "Senior brother is so kind to me, and senior brother is so powerful , good-looking and gentle, how could I not like Senior Brother
That naked gaze reminded Xie Bian of his dream last night again, if the man in the dream really had such a stunning face...
Xie Bian turned her face away in shame.
But Fan Wuxi turned his face away, his black pupils were unfathomable, hiding a desire that could devour the world: "Be my man."