Since I was very young, my favorite thing to do was to listen to the old people in the village tell the stories of those immortal cultivators who could soar through the sky with swords and clouds, have the extraordinary power to move mountains and seas, and live forever to kill demons.

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

So, when I was still young at that time, I silently set up a big ambition in my heart, and I will become a very powerful immortal in the future, because after becoming an immortal, I can fly wherever I want, and I can also defeat the vicious dog raised by the outsider.

But the most important thing is that if we become immortals, we can eat whatever we want, and our family will no longer have to go hungry all day.

In my young imagination, the rice jars in the homes of those immortals must have been filled with white flowers, just like the rice barns of the people outside the mountain, and they could eat fragrant white rice at every meal until their bellies were swollen and full.

As soon as I thought of such a wonderful picture, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and my stomach "gurgling" after drinking only a little gruel.

Being able to eat a full stomach every day was the greatest happiness in the world for me at the time.

Later, when I rushed home and excitedly told my brother about my great ambition to become an immortal, he just touched my little head dotingly, and then silently served me the most and thickest part of the thin rice porridge in the pot......

Many years later, when I finally became the immortal I longed for when I was a child, sitting alone on the top of the Sword Peak, looking at the vast starry sky in the distance, I didn't have the slightest happiness in my heart.

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

Even if he is invincible in the world, glory, wealth, fame and fortune are like Liulan on the top of the sword peak, which can be easily obtained by simply stretching out his hand.

But everything seems so boring and boring, and the original mood and desire are long gone.

Even in this world, all the delicacies of the mountains and seas are added up, but they can't match the bowl of poor rice that is about to mold in my memory, and the thin rice porridge that can't even fill the belly.

Because this bowl of thin rice porridge contains the elder brother's selfless care for his younger brother.

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Born in this poor and dilapidated mountain village, my name is Fang Li.

I like this name very much, not only because it sounds so good, but also because other children of the same age in different villages are called "Chen Ergou", "Li Goudan", "Erzhuzi" and other similar names.

The more important reason is because this name was taken by his brother himself, and it matches his brother's name.

Fang Mo Fang Li.

Together, it is inseparable.

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

But it's a pity that not only was he born in this dilapidated and barren mountain village, but also in this kind of troubled times, even entering the school is a luxury, not to mention having to raise a young brother alone.

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

Actually, it wasn't a big deal, but my father went into the mountains to hunt for food shortly after my little son was born, and then he never returned. As for our mother, shortly after my father's death, she ran away with a steward who had come into the village to buy the skins of wild beasts, and never returned.

said that he hated the woman who cruelly abandoned our two brothers, but in fact, he didn't hate it much.

For those who hate have pity.

Just like my brother said, in this troubled world, it is very difficult and hard for a woman to survive with two children, since the death of her father, she has worked hard enough, and she is about to be unable to support it, and now it is a relief for her to leave.

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

At that time, when I was young, I raised my head and asked my brother very scared and nervous: "Then brother, will you leave one day?" Just like my mother abandoned us, brother, you will also abandon Xiaoli. ”

"Xiaoli rest assured, my brother won't leave!"

My brother touched my head, smiled and comforted my younger brother, who was thinking and being scared: "Because you are a younger brother, and I am an older brother." Nothing else in this world can separate us except life and death. ”

That night, although my stomach was hungry like a fire, and the wind and snow outside penetrated the house and was cold like a steel knife, I had an incomparably warm dream.

When I was six years old, there was a great drought, and the farmland was full of hunger.

And in the village where I live, all the food that can be eaten, such as grass roots and tree bark, has long been eaten.

Many of the old people I knew and who often told me stories about the immortals also starved to death.

Among them, some elderly people were eaten.

It's like the family under the mountain.

In fact, the Yuanwai family, although they are very picky on weekdays, and although they have a vicious dog that cares for the home, their hearts and intestines are not made of iron and stone after all, and at the height of the famine, the Yuanwai family also set up a porridge shed to relieve the refugees who are about to starve to death.

However, there are so many refugees in the world, and this person is not a wealthy and wealthy family, so he cannot provide long-term relief, and more than a month later, on the grounds that there is no rice in the granary, the relief porridge shed was closed.

Then that night, the army of refugees who came from ten miles and eight towns to receive soup soup broke into the house of Yuanwai's house, rushed up and snatched the remaining grain in the rice warehouse, killed Yuanwai's family, and robbed all the gold and silver utensils and other valuable items in the house......

Hunger can make a person lose their minds and become like a monster.

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

The above is what my brother said after hearing about what happened to the Yuanwai family, and after being silent for a long time, he felt worthless, regretful and angry about what happened to the Yuanwai family.

It's like having suffered the same betrayal.

Of course, it was just an illusion, because I, who had been with my brother for as long as I could remember, knew very well that my brother had not encountered any of these things.

In my brother's words, if the outsiders had been hard-hearted, regardless of the lives of the refugees outside, they had found more thugs to take care of their homes and homes with food, and had not set up any relief porridge sheds, so many refugees would not have gathered here, and all this tragedy would not have happened.

Maybe my mother, who abandoned us, didn't think that even though many of the able-bodied men starved to death, my brother and I survived.

Or to be more accurate, it was under the protection and care of my brother that I survived at a young age.

In my eyes, my brother is a big hero who can do anything.

Even though he was only five years older than me, my brother had always been very smart, and he could learn everything, like hunting.

In just a few days, his brother became a skilled hunter, comparable to the kind of veteran hunter who has hunted in the mountains all his life. It is precisely because of my brother's exquisite skills that we have been able to survive in this starving famine to this day.

However, even hunting was endless, and soon all the wild beasts in the mountains were exhausted by hungry people.

Faced with this situation, my brother had to pack his bags and take me, who was seven years old that year, to join the army of displaced people, and hiked to those prosperous cities in the south to seek a glimmer of life.

Because so many people died in this great drought and famine, and it was a scorching heat, the road that had been filled with too many corpses was full of stench of rotting corpses.

Then a terrible plague broke out.

The original army of tens of thousands of displaced people arrived in Qingyun City after a long journey of more than three months, and there were only less than a thousand people left.

Actually, I was supposed to die on the way, because one day I woke up feeling weak and weak, and I also had pus and sores on my arms, which were symptoms of the plague.

The plague is highly contagious, so when others notice my condition, they will burn me to death, along with the other plague patients, to prevent further casualties.

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

Maybe it's because gold shines everywhere, but my brother took me to join the army of homeless people, and soon became a small leader among the homeless people because of his ability to read and write and understand a lot of things.

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

Even if you know it, this plague is very contagious, and once you are infected with the plague, it is a dead end, and there is no medicine to cure it.

He knew all about these brothers, but he chose to stay, and left the army of outcasts with my younger brother, stubbornly trying to find a way to heal me, even if there was little or no hope at all.

Regardless of the danger that I might be infected with the plague, my brother wanted to take me to those immortal mountains to find those immortals who could ride the clouds and mist, and have mana power to heal me.

But the immortal mountain is an immortal mountain, and it is not so easy to find. And even if they find it, those cultivators who are already similar to immortals are already similar to immortals, how can they ask the other party to help save a refugee.

These brothers are very clear about it, but there is no other way for him to do it, but to win this little life.

However, there are immortals and mortals, and the cultivators themselves in this world are extremely rare, and the existence that can come into contact with them is almost either rich or expensive, and refugees like me and my brother who are hungry and hungry and have a life worse than grass cannot come into contact with such beings at all, and it is difficult to even meet them.

More than ten days have passed, and we still haven't been able to find the fairy mountain, nor have we seen the legendary immortal who rode the mist and the sword.

And not only the water and food I carried, but even my body was about to be unable to support it, and the time I spent in a chaotic coma every day was less and less than the time I was awake.

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

Because since I was a child, my brother has done so much for my younger brother, and if he were infected with the plague, I think I would feel guilty and couldn't even look at death.

However, once the elder brother has decided on something, no one can shake it.

Fortunately, despite being with me behind my back for so many days, my brother who has always been in good health was not infected by me with the plague, which is probably the most fortunate thing for me to be on the verge of dying at that time, and I feel very happy to think about it.

I felt that my body was getting weaker and more painful, and I was about to die, but even my consciousness was blurred, and I dimly felt that I was being held tightly in my brother's arms, and some hot droplets slipped to my lips, and it was a bitter saltiness into my mouth.

It's my brother...... Are you crying?

Thinking so, my brother's painful cry like a wounded beast was heard.

I know that my brother must be extremely guilty in his heart, blaming himself for not being able to protect my younger 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, and it is my luckiest and happiest thing to be able to become his brother in this life!

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 him.

In the end, my consciousness was swallowed up by darkness......

I guess this is going to die.

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

It's just so cranky, miraculous...... It happened!

When I woke up from my slumber the next day, the plague symptoms disappeared from my body, except that my body was a little weak.

Perhaps, it was my brother's persistence that even moved the way of heaven!

I thought so, thanking Heaven 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 was a paradise without any hunger and cold.

But in fact, although Qingyun City, which has Xianmen as its town, is still singing and dancing, there are often scrawny refugees who freeze to death or starve to death on the streets every day.

Where is the so-called paradise, it is just natural selection, survival of the fittest.

Because the plague had just recovered, and my body was still very weak, my brother first found an unbroken temple to settle down with me, and this will be our new home in the future.

During that period of living in the ruined temple, although we lived very poor with my brother, we lived very happily.

Because there are too many refugees pouring into Qingyun City at once, there are many people who are willing to do anything for a mouthful of food, so the competition is also fierce.

However, I have confidence in my brother, and 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, and no one can compare with him!

I was so convinced, but what I didn't expect was that my brother would stand out so well.

After we came to Qingyun City and lived in the broken temple for half a year, one day an old man with long sleeves and fluttering fairy wind bones suddenly came to the broken temple to find his brother, although he had tried his best to restrain his emotions, but the excitement and excitement still showed a little, and he looked at his brother as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

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

Later, I learned that this old man turned out to be a big man at the level of an immortal sect elder, and the reason why he found his brother was because he came to Qingyun City to visit his friends, and accidentally discovered that his brother was a rare and beautiful jade, and if he practiced thoroughly, his future achievements were limitless.

Faced with this opportunity to enter the immortal gate, change the fate of not having enough to eat, and become an immortal with the power of soaring clouds and fog to move mountains and seas, my brother did not directly agree happily on the spot, but glanced at me, and then said to the old man: "I still have a younger brother, I can't leave him." ”

And after testing, I, who have dreamed of becoming an immortal since I was a child, have extremely poor qualifications, and I can't absorb spiritual energy into my body at all, and I can't practice at all.

Due to the rules of the Xianmen, the old man said that he could leave me a large sum of money, so that I could enjoy the glory of Qingyun City for the rest of my life. And he is also persuading his brother, saying that once he enters the cultivation and enters the immortal gate, he must cut off the dust and devote himself to the Tao, so that he can attain the avenue of heaven and earth.

As for the gold and silver utensils that the old man took out like a hill, although he was as poor as washing his body and had nothing to grow, he didn't look at his brother.

Although I also persuaded my brother and this old immortal to go back to the immortal sect and not worry about me, my brother finally chose to refuse, or rather, between becoming an immortal and my younger brother, who could not do anything well, he still chose me, a younger brother who seemed to be a burden.

The old man of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone left gloomily, saying that he would have to go back and discuss the matter with the sect master before he could decide.

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

In the end, it seemed that he sensed his brother's desperation, and the old man compromised and agreed that his brother did not have to return to the Xianmen, and he could stay in Qingyun City with me to cultivate, but the premise was that the elder brother must successfully reach the foundation building realm within a year to shut up some people in the Xianmen.

My brother is the most powerful genius of time! I've always thought so!

In fact, it didn't take a year at all, it only took less than half a year for my brother to successfully build the foundation, and the Dao foundation he built was still of the highest grade, even the current sect master of the Immortal Sect was not as good as it.

The old man who became his brother's master was also very happy to see his brother's qualifications, and felt that he had made the right bet, and the apprentice he received would definitely be able to lead his immortal sect and Dao alliance to rise in the future.

Although he was cultivating halfway, his brother's cultivation made rapid progress, and in less than three years, he became the first person among the young disciples in the immortal sect where he was, and he was also elected to participate in the immortal ascension conference of that year.

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

It's just that my brother is getting better and better and more dazzling, although the feelings for my younger brother have not changed, but as his younger brother, I am always compared with my brother by outsiders, and I suddenly have a feeling that my brother is getting farther and farther away from me, obviously close at hand but far away from the end of the world can not be touched.

My brother, who has always been delicate, soon noticed that my younger brother was a little lost and depressed.

On that day, my brother went to the forest and chose a tree, 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 for my brother. After my brother participates in the Immortal Ascension Conference and obtains the ranking, he can ask for elixirs from those great immortal sects, so that Xiaoli can practice, fulfill the dream he wanted to achieve when he was a child, and become an immortal of the Sword Throne. ”

I heard my brother's gentle voice in my ears.

I looked up at my brother and it turned out to be ...... My brother has always remembered what I said when I was in a small mountain village before, and he has always taken my childish dreams with a childish tone to heart, and the reason why he cultivated so hard to deal with the immortal ascension conference was to help me realize my dream.

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

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

I took the carefully carved and polished wooden sword in my brother's hand, and nodded vigorously: "Brother! Xiaoli will definitely practice swordsmanship well, become the most powerful swordsman in the world, and protect your brother in the future! ”

"Become the most powerful swordsman in the world?"

Brother, he whispered this sentence, which sounded completely childish and childish, and then nodded to me with a look of conviction: "In that case, then Xiaoli stretch out 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, and carved a line of writing on the hilt of this wooden sword:

"The first sword in the world!"

This is the name that his brother gave to this wooden sword.

With my actions, I support my dream of becoming the most powerful swordsman in the world!

However, because he is holding my palm, my brother and my palm carved myself together, so the handwriting of this "world's first sword" is not neat, but slightly crooked.

However, none of that matters anymore.

Because this is a dream that I carved 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 go on happily and warmly.

However, in that blazing night, everything changed.

The elder brother who went 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 round of demonic blood moon hung high above the night.

I accepted the last gift from my brother who was dressed in blood, and I promised him that I would never cry again.

After my brother died, I thought about it for a long, long time, but I didn't understand one thing-

Brother, he is obviously such a good and gentle person, why do those people want to take my brother away from me?

Because I couldn't figure it out, in the days that followed, I found the people who had attacked my brother that night, killed all the creatures in their family, men and women, young and old, and then asked them this doomed unanswered question to their corpses.

yes, why?

Why should I ruthlessly deprive the world of all the warmth I have?

I don't remember how many people I killed under my sword during that time, but I know that those blood stains have been integrated into the sword body, condensed into night purple, and it is completely impossible to wash away.

I didn't dare to close my eyes, because as soon as I closed my eyes, I would see the picture of my brother's white clothes stained with blood, as well as the warm memories of getting along with my brother in the past.

I didn't dare to slack off, I didn't dare to stop, I didn't dare to remember everything before.

Because I knew very well that after that night, I was the only one left in this world.

No one will secretly serve the thickest part of the thin rice porridge to themselves, and then cunningly pretend that they have eaten a lot of food; No one will stand up in front of him to shield himself from danger when he is afraid to cry timidly; There will never be anyone who will take their every childish words and wishes seriously, and do everything to help them realize their ......

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

That's what I thought, and that's what I'm doing.

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

One is my sister-in-law who is a true dragon in Shenzhou, and the other is the bloodline left by my brother in the world thousands of years ago, my well-behaved and lovely niece Xiao Lian.

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

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

Because in this world, I am the only one who is qualified to die for my brother!

It's like in this world, there is only one brother who is worth everything for him!

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

Although Xiaoli can't see that scene anymore, he has imagined such a wonderful picture many times, and he must be very happy!

Also, brother, don't feel sad, Xiaoli has never left your brother, but just changed his posture and will always be by your brother's side......

I can always protect my brother and not let my brother be hurt in any way!

Small ...... I'm really happy!