I have a big problem with my past life

Chapter 339 Jun Buried in the Spring to Sell His Bones in Mud, I Send My Snow White Head to the World

Since I was very young, my favorite thing to do is to listen to the stories of the old people in the village, those immortal practitioners who can fly through the sky with their swords, possess extraordinary powers that can move mountains and seas, and have long-lasting vision. s story.

In the eyes of ordinary people like us, these practitioners are no different from immortals.

So, when I was still young at that time, I quietly set up a big ambition in my heart, and I also wanted to become a very powerful fairy in the future, because after becoming a fairy, I can fly with the sword and go wherever I want Where, you can also defeat the vicious dog raised by Yuanwai's family.

But the most important thing is that if you become a fairy, you can eat whatever you want, and our family will no longer have to be hungry all day long.

In my imagination when I was young, the rice jars in those fairy houses must be filled with white rice, just like the rice warehouses in Yuanwai’s house at the foot of the mountain. Eat until your belly is bulging and full.

Thinking of such a wonderful picture, I couldn't help swallowing my saliva, and my stomach, which had only drank a little porridge, also "cuckooed".

To be able to eat a full stomach every day, in my opinion at the time, was the greatest happiness in the world.

Later, when I ran home excitedly, excitedly telling my brother about my lofty aspiration to become a fairy, my brother just pampered my little head, and then put the thin rice in the pot. The thickest part of the porridge was silently served to me...

Many years later, when I finally became the fairy whom I longed to worship when I was young, sitting alone on the top of Jianfeng, looking at the vast starry sky in the distance, I didn't feel the slightest happiness in my heart.

Because, the elder brother who was by my side and was willing to quietly distribute the thickest part of the rice porridge to me is no longer there.

Even if it is invincible in the world, the glory, wealth, fame and fortune are like Liu Lan on the top of Jianfeng, which can be easily obtained by simply reaching out.

But everything seemed so dull and lifeless, and the original state of mind and desire had long since ceased to exist.

Even in this world, all the delicacies of mountains and seas, fine nectar and jade dew added up, can't compare to the bowl of thin rice porridge cooked with bad rice that is about to mold in my memory, which can't even fill my stomach.

Because in this bowl of thin rice porridge, there is the elder brother's selfless care for his younger brother.

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I was born in this poor and dilapidated small mountain village, and my name is Fang Li.

I like this name very much, not only because it sounds very nice, but other children of the same age in different villages call them similar names such as "Chen Ergou", "Li Goudan" and "Er Zhuzi".

The more important reason is that this name was chosen by his elder brother himself, and it matches his elder brother's name.

Fang Mo Fangli.

Together it is Mo Li.

The old people in the village said that if the elder brother, who was smart and able to read and write since he was a child, was born in a wealthy family, he would definitely be able to obtain fame and glory.

But it is a pity that not only was he born in this dilapidated and desolate mountain village, but also in this troubled world, even entering a school is a luxury, not to mention raising a young brother alone.

Well, my brother and I have always been dependent on each other.

In fact, it is not a big deal, but my father went hunting in the mountains to solve the food problem shortly after my youngest son was born, and then never came back.As for our mother, shortly after my father's death, relying on her good looks, she ran away with a steward who came into the village to buy wild animal furs, and never came back.

Speaking of hating the woman who cruelly abandoned our brothers, I actually didn't hate that much.

Because hateful people have pitiful qualities.

Just like what my brother said, in this troubled world, it is very difficult and hard work for a woman to bring two children to survive. Since her father passed away, she has worked hard enough, and she is already on the verge of supporting herself It's a relief for her to go now.

After all, it is better for two people to die than three people to die together.

When I was young at that time, I raised my head and asked my brother nervously: "Then brother, will you leave one day? Just like my mother abandoned us, brother, you will also abandon Xiaoli."

"Xiao Li, don't worry, brother won't leave!"

My brother touched my head, smiled and comforted my younger brother who was thinking wildly and frightened: "Because Xiaoli, you are a younger brother, and I am an older brother. Except life and death, there is nothing else in this world that can separate us .”

That night, even though my stomach was so hungry that it was on fire, and the wind and snow outside penetrated into the house and it was as cold as a steel knife, I had an extremely warm dream.

When I was six years old, there was a severe drought, and the farmland was devoid of harvests, and the land was full of hunger. In some places, even the people had to change their children for food.

And in the village where I live, all the grass roots, bark and other food that can be eaten have been eaten up long ago.

Many old people I was familiar with and who often told me fairy tales also starved to death.

Among them, some old people were eaten.

Just like the Yuanwai family at the foot of the mountain.

In fact, although Yuanwai's family is very stingy on weekdays, and even though they have a vicious dog that guards the house, their hearts are not made of iron and stone. When the famine was at its worst, Yuanwai's family also set up a porridge shed To relieve those refugees who are about to starve to death.

But there are so many refugees in the world, and this member is not a wealthy family, so there is no way to provide long-term relief. After more than a month, the relief porridge shed was closed because there was no rice in the granary.

Then that night, an army of refugees from ten miles and eight townships came to receive the porridge, broke into the house of Yuanwai's house, rushed up and robbed the remaining grain in the rice warehouse, killed Yuanwai's family, and robbed everything in the house. gold and silver artifacts and other valuables, and the beautiful wife and ten-year-old daughter were brutally murdered during the riots that night, and were raped to death by a group of refugees...

Hunger makes people lose their minds and become like a monster.

And in a desperate situation, without the restriction of the law, all kinds of ugly desires in human nature seem to be unshackled, this is the appearance of all living beings.

The above are what my elder brother said after hearing about what happened to Yuanwai's family, and after a long silence, he felt unworthy, regretful and angry about what happened to Yuanwai's family.

This feeling is almost like having suffered the same betrayal.

Of course, it is just an illusion, because I have been with my brother since I can remember, and I know very clearly that my brother has not encountered these things.

In my brother's words, if the outsiders were more hard-hearted, regardless of the life and death of the refugees outside, and used food to find more thugs to look after the homes and homes, and did not set up any relief porridge sheds, there would not be so many refugees gathered here , and all these tragedies will not happen.

Perhaps the mother who abandoned us never imagined that even though many grown and strong men starved to death one after another, my brother and I survived.

Or to put it more accurately, it was under the protection and care of my elder brother that I survived when I was young.

In my eyes, he is an omnipotent hero.

Although he is only five years older than me, my brother has always been very smart, and he can learn everything at once, like hunting.

In just a few days, his elder brother has become a skilled hunter, comparable to the kind of old hunter who has been hunting in the mountains all his life.It is also thanks to my brother's superb skills that we have been able to survive in this famine-filled world until now.

However, even hunting is exhausted, and soon all the beasts on the mountain were wiped out by hungry people.

Faced with this situation, my brother had no choice but to pack his bags, and took me, who was seven years old, to join the refugee army and hike to the bustling cities in the south to seek a chance of life.

Because too many people died in this severe drought and famine, coupled with the scorching heat, the road where there were too many corpses lying there and starved to death was filled with the stench of rotting corpses.

Then, a terrible plague broke out.

The army of refugees, which was originally tens of thousands of people, arrived at Qingyun City after a long journey of more than three months, and there were only less than a thousand people left.

In fact, I should have died on the way, because one day I woke up feeling weak and weak, and there were pus and malignant sores on my arms, which were symptoms of the plague.

The plague is highly contagious, so when others noticed my condition, they had to burn me to death along with other plague sufferers to prevent further casualties.

At this time, it was still my brother who stood up and protected me.

Maybe gold shines everywhere. At the beginning, my brother took me to join the army of refugees, and soon I became a little leader among the refugees because I could read and write and knew a lot of things.

Just like my brother's answer to me that night, apart from life and death, there is nothing in this world that can separate us. My brother will never leave and abandon me.

Even if you know it, the plague is highly contagious, and once you are infected with the plague, you will die, and there is no medicine to cure it.

He knew all about these older brothers, but he still chose to stay and took my younger brother away from the refugee army. He was so stubborn that he wanted to find a way to heal me, even if the hope was extremely slim, or there was no such thing at all.

Regardless of the danger that he might be infected with the plague, my brother once wanted to take me to those fairy mountains and find those immortals who ride the clouds and have mana to cure me.

But the fairy mountain is not only a fairy mountain, but it is so easy to find.And even if they are found, those practitioners who have the power to fly through the clouds and ride the fog are already close to immortals, so how can they ask the other party to help a refugee.

These elder brothers are very clear about it, but other than that, he has no other way but to win this slim chance.

However, there is a gap between immortals and practitioners in this world. Practitioners themselves are extremely rare, and being able to get in touch with them is almost either rich or expensive, but refugees like me and my brother, who are hungry and full, and whose lives are lower than grass, are simply worthless. Without being able to get in touch with such an existence, it would be as difficult as reaching the sky even to meet them.

More than ten days have passed, but we still haven't found the fairy mountain, nor have we seen the legendary immortal who soars through the clouds and rides the fog with his sword.

And not only the clean water and food I carried, even my body was almost unable to support it. The daily time of chaotic coma was less and less than the time of waking.

Worried that the plague would be transmitted to my brother, during these ten days or so, I begged my brother countless times to give up on me and let me fend for myself.

Because my brother has paid too much for me as a younger brother since he was a child. If he is affected by the plague, I think I will feel guilty even if I die.

However, once the elder brother has made a decision, no one can shake it.

Fortunately, even though we have been together for so many days behind my back, my brother has always been in good health and was not infected with the plague by me. This was probably the most fortunate thing for me who was about to die at that time. I feel very happy when I think about it. Is happy.

Originally, I felt weaker and more painful, and I was about to die, and even my consciousness was blurred. I vaguely felt that I was hugged tightly by my brother, and some hot liquid dripped on my lips, and entered the mouth. The mouth is bitter and slightly salty.

Is it my brother... is he crying?

Thinking of this in my heart, my brother's painful cry like a wounded beast can be heard in my ears.

I know that my brother must be blaming himself for not being able to protect my little brother.

I really want to tell my brother that he has really done well enough, he is the best and most powerful brother in the world, being able to become his younger brother in this life is the luckiest and happiest thing for me!

However, at that time, I was so weak that I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes and look at my brother, let alone make a sound to comfort my brother.

In the end, my consciousness was consumed by darkness...

I think this should be death.

I don't know what the world after death will look like, will there be a place like hell that those people talk about, but I thought about it later, if there really is a hell, isn't the world also a hell?

Just thinking wildly and apprehensively, a miracle...it happened!

When I woke up from the drowsiness the next day, apart from being a little weak, the plague symptoms on my body disappeared.

Perhaps, it was my brother's persistence that even moved Heaven!

I thought so, and thanked God for showing mercy to our two brothers.

Later, my brother carried me, who had just recovered from a serious illness and was still very weak, to Qingyun City, which is said to be a paradise without any hunger or cold in the legend of the refugees.

But in fact, even though Qingyun City, which has a fairy gate, is still singing and dancing, there are often skinny refugees who freeze to death or starve to death on the streets every day.

The so-called Xanadu is nothing more than natural selection and survival of the fittest.

Because the plague had just recovered, my body was still very weak, so my brother first found a deserted temple and took me to settle down. This will be our new home from now on.

During those days of living in the ruined temple, although life with my brother was very poor, we lived very happily.

Because too many refugees flooded into Qingyun City all at once, and there were plenty of people who were willing to do anything for a bite of food, so the competition was fierce.

But I have confidence in my brother, I believe that with his talent and wisdom, he will definitely stand out in the future, because my brother is the best and most powerful in the world, no one else can match him!

I believe so firmly, but what I never thought was that my brother would stand out so well.

After we came to Qingyun City and lived in the ruined temple for half a year, one day an old man with a fairy style and long sleeves suddenly came to the ruined temple to find his brother. Although he tried his best to restrain his emotions, the kind There was still a little bit of excitement revealed, and the look at his brother was like looking at a rare treasure.

The old man asked his brother if he would like to worship under him and follow him back to comprehend the Dao of Heaven and Earth and practice the law of longevity.

I later found out that this old man turned out to be an elder of a certain fairy sect. The reason why I found my brother was because he came to Qingyun City to visit friends, and accidentally discovered that my brother was a rare and talented jade. The future achievements of practice are limitless.

Faced with this opportunity to enter the fairy gate, change the fate of starvation, and become a fairy with the power to move mountains and seas, my brother did not directly agree excitedly on the spot, but glanced at me, and then looked at this The old man said: "I still have a younger brother, I can't leave him behind."

However, after testing, I have longed to become a fairy since I was a child, and my aptitude is extremely poor. I can't absorb spiritual energy into my body at all, and I can't practice at all.

Due to the gate rules of Xianmen, the old man said that he can leave me a large sum of money, so that I can enjoy the glory without any worries in Qingyun City for the rest of my life.And he is also persuading his elder brother, saying that once he steps into cultivation and enters the fairy gate, he must cut off the ties of the world and devote himself to the Tao, so that he can prove the Dao of heaven and earth.

Regarding the mountain of gold and silver utensils that the old man took out, even though he was poor and had nothing, his elder brother didn't even look at it.

Although I also persuaded my brother and this old fairy to go back to the fairy gate to practice Taoism, don't worry about me, but my brother finally chose to refuse, or in other words, between becoming a fairy and my younger brother who can do nothing well, I still chose my younger brother who is like a burden.

The immortal old man left sadly, saying that he would go back and discuss the matter with the suzerain before making a decision.

Later, the old man came several times, trying to persuade his brother, but without exception, he was directly rejected by his brother.

In the end, as if he sensed his brother's determination, the old man compromised, agreeing that his brother doesn't have to go back to the fairy gate, and can stay with me in Qingyun City to practice Taoism, but the premise is that he must successfully reach the foundation building within a year , Let some people in the fairy gate shut up.

Brother is the most powerful genius!I always thought so!
The truth is true, it didn't take a year at all, and it took less than half a year for my brother to condense his energy and successfully build the foundation, and the dao foundation he built was still top-grade, even the current suzerain of the fairy sect It is also inferior.

The old man who became his elder brother's master was also very happy to see his elder brother's aptitude, and felt that he had made the right bet, and that the apprentice he had accepted would surely lead his immortal sect and Dao League to rise in the future.

Although he was cultivating in the middle of the road, his brother's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. In less than three years, he became the well-deserved No.1 among the young disciples in the immortal sect, and was also selected to participate in that session. Immortal Assembly.

Seeing my brother so dazzling, as a younger brother, I am really happy for him from the bottom of my heart, and I am also proud of having such a brother from the bottom of my heart!

However, my brother is getting better and better and more dazzling. Although my feelings for my brother have not changed, but as his brother, I am always compared with him by outsiders. I suddenly feel that my brother is getting more and more distant from me. Far, the feeling that it is close at hand but far away as far away as the world can't touch.

My elder brother, who has always been delicate in mind, soon noticed that my younger brother was a little bit frustrated.

On that day, my elder brother went to the forest to choose a tree with his own hands, cut it down, brought it back and carefully carved it into the shape of a wooden sword, and gave it to me as a gift in the courtyard.

"This sword is a gift from my brother to Xiaoli, and it is also a hope from my brother. After my brother has participated in the Immortal Ascension Conference and won the ranking, he can ask those great immortals for pills so that Xiaoli can practice , fulfill the dream I wanted to achieve when I was a child, and become a fairy who controls the sword and Lingyun."

The gentle voice of my brother came from my ear.

I raised my head and looked at my brother, it turned out that... my brother has always remembered what I said when I was in the small mountain village, and always took my childish dream with a childish tone to heart, the reason why he practiced so hard to deal with the immortal The conference is to help me realize my dream.

Although I know that crying is a shameful thing, especially for a man, but as a crybaby, I once again cried into a tearful person.

Sometimes I wonder what kind of blessing I cultivated in my previous life to meet the best brother in this world.

I took the carefully carved and polished wooden sword from my brother, and nodded vigorously: "Brother! Xiaoli will definitely practice his sword well. He wants to become the most powerful swordsman in the world, and I will protect you in the future!"

"Become the most powerful swordsman in the world?"

Brother, he whispered this sentence, which sounded like the childish words of the Arabian Nights, and then nodded to me with a face of conviction: "If that's the case, then Xiaoli, give your hand to brother!"

I stretched out my hand, and my brother put the carving knife in my palm, and then held my palm to control the carving knife. On the hilt of this wooden sword, a line of writing was carved:
"The best sword in the world!"

This is the name his elder brother gave this wooden sword.

Use actions to support my dream of becoming the most powerful swordsman in the world!
However, because he was holding my palm, and my brother carved himself with my palm, the handwriting of "No. [-] Sword in the World" is not perfect, but a little distorted.

However, none of this matters anymore.

Because this is the dream I engraved together with my brother.

And, today, I got the most powerful fairy sword in the world.

I can't live up to my brother's expectations, so I must work hard in the future to become the most powerful swordsman, and then use this most powerful sword in the world to protect my brother, just like my brother has always protected me!

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I thought that life would be so happy and warm all the time.

However, in that fiery night, everything changed.

The elder brother who was going to participate in the Immortal Ascension Conference became the target of many people for some reason, and even the entire Qingyun City was caught in a fire, and a strange blood moon hung high above the night.

I accepted the last gift from my blood-stained brother, and I promised him that I would never cry again.

After my brother died, I thought about it for a long time, but I never figured out one thing——

My brother is obviously such a kind and gentle person, why did those people want to take him away from me?

Because I couldn't understand this matter, in the following days, I found the people who attacked my brother that night one by one, beheaded all the creatures in their family, regardless of men, women, old and young, and then looked at their corpses Ask the question that is destined to have no answer.

Yeah, why on earth?

Why should I ruthlessly deprive me of the only warmth in the world?

I don't remember how many people I killed with my sword during that time, I only know that those bloodstains have melted into the body of the sword, condensed into night purple, and can't be washed off completely.

I dare not close my eyes, because as soon as I close my eyes, the image of my brother's blood-stained white clothes will appear in front of my eyes, as well as the warm memories of getting along with my brother in the past.

I dare not slack off, dare not stop, dare not recall everything before.

Because, I know very clearly that after that night, I am the only one left in this world.

No one will ever secretly serve the thickest part of porridge to himself, and then cunningly pretend to be full; no one will weep timidly and fearfully when he is in danger, Stand upright in front of yourself and protect yourself from danger; no one will take every childish words and wishes of yourself seriously, and do everything you can to help yourself come true...

Since there is nothing in this world, what is the meaning of its existence?

I think so, and I do so.

Then, I met the two most important women in my life.

One is my sister-in-law, who is a real dragon in China, and the other is my cute and cute niece, Xiao Lian, who is the blood left by my brother thousands of years ago.

Knowing that my brother will return one day, I also found the meaning of my "life".

And the sword that cuts the sky is what I found, and it has the meaning of "death"!

Because in this world, only I am qualified to die for my brother!

It's like in this world, only my elder brother is worth everything I give for him!

Brother, from tonight onwards, you will be completely free.

Although Xiaoli can no longer see that scene, but has imagined such a wonderful scene many times, he must be very happy!
Also, brother, don't feel sad, Xiao Li has never left you, but just changed his posture, and will always be by your side...

To be able to guard my brother forever, not to let my brother suffer any harm!
Xiaoli... really happy!
　The title is a poem by Bai Juyi, and the author changed a word.

　　This chapter has more than 7000 words, and I wrote it for a whole day, from day to night. I hope you will like it.

　　
　
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