When Nuomi wiped away her tears and returned to the room, the fairy mist on the top of the peak had been dyed with the color of the moon. The thick fog shrouded between the sky and the mountain peaks, and the crescent moon was completely invisible, and one could only guess the scenery behind the fog through the tender yellow carried by the mist.

Sun Min sat cross-legged on the bed as usual to settle and cultivate, and the pillar was already sitting on his bed. When Nuomi pushed the door in, he thought that the pillars were all settled, but he didn't expect to push the door open, and he met the eyes of the pillars.

"Senior brother came back so late."

This time was supposed to be the time to enter the cultivation, and every day at this time, the disciples in the mountain gate were all concentrating on the cultivation of the exercises. Suddenly hearing the sound of the pillar, Nuomi was stunned suddenly, and then slowly whispered, "Senior brother......"

"It's good to be back."

Zhuzi looked at the glutinous rice, scratched his face, and finally said with a smile. Now is indeed the time for him to practice, but because Nuomi had just had an accident and was suddenly taken away by his master, he always felt a little uneasy, and he couldn't calm down if he wanted to cultivate, so he simply sat cross-legged on the bed and waited for Nuomi to come back.

But when he saw Nuomi coming back, he didn't know what to do or say, and finally just smiled at Nuomi gently.

He was six years old when he left the village.

There are a total of seven children in the family, and he is the eldest brother. In the spring of the year he left home, his mother added another little brother to the family, soft and small, white and tender wrapped in red swaddling clothes, not crying or making trouble, and blindly giggling when he was held in his arms. No matter who the little brother is holding, he looks happy, but only when he is in his arms, he will suck his fingers and pull his clothes. Such a likability, his favorite little brother.

But the family is too poor to have their own land, and the old hen who has been laying eggs for salt also kills his mother to replenish his body at the beginning of spring, and cannot support so many children. Before the summer, he heard his father and mother discussing the sale of his younger brother through the dilapidated wooden door. said that it is a likable, and it should be able to find a good person. He looked down at the little doll he was holding in his arms, and the little brother only knew how to grab his shirt with his fat hand and giggle.

You can't sell your little brother.

He thought about it all night. In the end, he decided to sell himself. If the family is poor, as long as he returns with the money and money, the younger brother will not have to be sold, and the family's situation will improve.

He couldn't eat the summer fruits planted in the countryside, so he went to the city alone. He started as a domestic servant and then worked as an apprentice blacksmith for three years. Hearing that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was going to recruit disciples, not only could they learn martial arts but also earn a lot of silver, so he ran to the recruitment point with a change of patched clothes. He didn't want to recall those tests, and finally officially became a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, practicing the physical technique, and it was five years after that.

The honest boy was always laughed at behind his back by other disciples because of the smell of mud and fishy from the farmer. He wasn't used to the intrigues in the world of cultivating immortals, and he was really not outstanding, but he didn't get into any trouble, but he was often laughed at, and he didn't care.

Over the years, almost all the contribution points of working in the mountain gate have been replaced by silver taels, and a fellow who has worked as a domestic servant in Nanyang City has been asked to bring it back to his home, and then occasionally he can hear some news from the mouth of that fellow. None of the people in his family knew how to read, and he only learned some after he went to the city to help. There is only one message.

My father and mother are very good, and my little brother is also very healthy. In this way, he exchanged all the money he earned back home, and he felt happy.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is quite strict about the opening and closing of the mountain gate, and the pillar has not had much contact with the world since he went up the mountain, and even the silver was taken by the villagers in the pavilion on the mountainside.

After leaving his family's ruined village, he never saw his favorite little brother again.

But the younger brother should be about the same age as glutinous rice now, and he is also as small, white, and soft as glutinous rice. is a little timid, obediently follows behind him, and will look at him with reverence. It can be said that glutinous rice is the little brother in his mind. When he saw the glutinous rice, he couldn't help but want to protect it to his heart.

"Senior brother...... Senior Brother ......"

Glutinous rice shrank her right hand and hid it behind her back, and screamed twice a little aggrieved. But what happened that day was so much and complicated that she couldn't understand it at all with her current age and experience. She didn't know how to say what happened to him in the main hall, but when she saw the gentle and concerned eyes of Senior Brother Zhuzi and suddenly swelled with grievances, she could only stand at the door in a daze.

The wrist no longer hurts, and the master even carefully applied medicine to the wound and wrapped it in a few layers of clean white yarn. The medicine was very fragrant, cold but not cold, and it was very comfortable to apply, as if it was better than the medicine she had used before. The glutinous rice grew so big, and it was the first time I saw such a white cloth on my body, and the whole person was a little frightened.

But even though it didn't hurt, the vine that had been pierced into the vein was not removed. There is no pain, and there is not even any discomfort in the body. When Nuomi shook his wrist, he wondered if he had just had a long nightmare. If it weren't for the roll of white yarn wrapped around her wrist, she would have thought that nothing had happened.

The plant was in her body, and she didn't know what was going to happen. It didn't seem to have pierced her wrist, but to her heart, making her slowly afraid of her master and the cultivation world outside.

The glutinous rice is still too young to understand his fears very clearly. She just felt scared, so scared, so scared, she ran all the way back to her room. When she ran out of the main hall, she saw Senior Sister Tian Tian, and she didn't have the heart to stop to take a look.

She has developed a habit of taking everything to heart and solving it herself when she is wandering. So now she wants to talk to her brother about her grievances, but she doesn't know where to start.

"It's nothing, just come back. Work well with the master. ”

The pillar didn't know Nuomi's hesitation and grievances, so he just admonished him, crossed his legs, and began to meditate and practice. He is different from glutinous rice, he still wants to earn money to support his family, and even if he is a high line, it is good for him. He was not willing to waste his daily cultivation.

"Senior brother...... Glutinous rice hurts. Glutinous rice whispered.

No one has heard that anymore.

She pulled her right hand out behind her and looked down at her own.

The nail wounded in the medicine field had not yet fully recovered, and there was still blood stasis attached to the edge of the finger. The small semi-porcelain bottle medicine that Qingyin Zhenren gave her was quite good, so that she was reluctant to use it at all. She only used it once, and then hid the little bit of wound medicine that was left on the bedside. Even if she fell out of bruises in the Valley of the Dead, she was not willing to take it out and wipe it.

She always thought that when Senior Brother Zhu or Senior Brother needed it, she could leave the medicine to them.

Glutinous rice stared at her fingertips, her little head filled with doubts. After all, she was just a child, and he couldn't figure out the things that Shizun did to hurt her, so he carefully guessed in a good direction. Perhaps, perhaps, it is a kind of tempering that must be experienced to become a medicine refining boy.

It's just to comfort yourself, but it's like it's a fact. She became more and more afraid of the cultivators.

Glutinous rice rubbed her wrist again. No wounds or blood were visible under the white bandages. She carefully pinched and pressed again, barely feeling any pain. When I was in the main hall just now, I could still vaguely feel a hard thing under my skin, but now I can't even touch it, and the vine that pierced into my body doesn't know where it rushed with the blood.

She still wanted to talk to Senior Brother Zhuzi, but Senior Brother had already settled down. Nuomi hesitated for a long time with the corner of her clothes, and finally slowly climbed onto her bed and sat cross-legged.

But there were a lot of things she had experienced that day, and she was very concerned about the small black ball she found near the dantian yesterday and the vine that pierced her wrist. I tried it many times, but I was so confused that I couldn't settle down at all. She was so anxious that she flipped out the jade slip again, and read it with difficulty from beginning to end, half understanding.

Sun Min finished early, looked up and saw the glutinous rice, only snorted from his nose and turned over and lay down, and slept with his back to the glutinous rice quilt.

Nuomi was stunned and opened her mouth, always feeling that Sun Min's attitude was a little wrong, but she didn't have time to say anything.