It was finally dawning, and the rain outside still hadn't stopped, rustling on the fallen leaves outside the eaves.

Qin Ying stood alone under the porch wearing a thin dress, and there was a disproportionate confusion and pain in his young eyes.

The blood flowers that suddenly bloomed on the cheeks of the Western Regions Fanjing Heavenly Lotus were still flying in front of his eyes, and the sword light in Xiang Yun's hand flashed, and he cut off half of the once beautiful face.

is so poignant and beautiful, I am afraid that anyone who has seen it will seem to be imprinted in their hearts, and they will never forget.

Brother, why are you doing this, why do you want me to do this for you!

You obviously love her so much, is it true that you tell me every day that your love for Sister Xiaoxia is fake.

No, it can't be, you love her so much, even at the moment of your death, you still think of her in your heart, but why are you?

Brother, what kind of person are you!

......

If there is no so-called son-in-law Xiang Yun, now, you should live a fairy life of kings in the martial arts and hand in hand with the rivers and lakes, right?

How compatible you used to be, you are the dragon and phoenix among people, and the light on your body is enough to shine on the entire rivers and lakes.

It's a pity that everything has changed, you are not here, and Sister Xiaoxia ...... Her face was ruined.

Thinking of this, Qin Ying couldn't help but smile wryly, but if it weren't for Xiang Yun, maybe he would be just an ordinary teenager now, and maybe no one would set his sights on a child like himself who was not outstanding in all aspects in his life.

is also from a martial arts family, and like all his peers, he has been practicing swords since childhood. However, when he was ten years old, he had been practicing swords for four years, but he still failed to surpass the martial arts level of his brother when he was seven years old.

The half-brother is so amazingly talented, his existence is like a huge shadow hanging over this young brother, no matter how hard he struggles, he can't get out of that majestic shadow.

"Tsk, look at Xiaoying, this qualification is really not good. ”

Even if his relatives and friends were extremely tactful, those words still pierced his heart like needles.

"Yes, when Xiao Miao was seven years old, he was already able to fight with Big Uncle, and then look at Xiao Ying, a simple swinging sword style has not yet used Lisuo, it is really, alas. ”

"Forget it, Xiaoying is not the eldest son anyway. It is already a blessing from heaven for the Qin family to have a little luo, and as for the rest, we don't expect too much. ”

"The old man, he was born well-behaved and cute, and the burden of the family does not count on him, as long as he can be obedient and make the elders happy, then it is enough. ”

When he was ten years old, the young Qin Ying had heard too many such words.

He, like everyone else, looked up at the elder brother who illuminated the entire Qin family like a comet.

Even the eyes of the parents when they look at their eldest son are full of admiration and fear.

At the age of nineteen, Qin Meng was like the sun in the sky, breaking through the realm and entering the list of grandmasters in one fell swoop, becoming the youngest martial arts junior master in the history of the Qin family.

Perhaps because of the young man's pride and high spirits, his personality gradually became a little arrogant.

What he says to the elders on weekdays is also ignorant of it, and he is very arrogant.

And among all the people, the only one who could not be overshadowed by Qin Ming's light was the big sister of the Luo family, who was only one year younger than him.

The sister named Luo Xiaoxia always wears a narrow crimson sword at her waist, she is bright and beautiful, and she is always bright when she speaks.

When the eldest brother brought her back to meet her parents for the first time, at the age of ten, he quietly hid by the door and saw this woman that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

Once, Qin Meng took Luo Xiaoxia back home, because of the affairs of the clan, Qin Luo asked her to wait in the hall.

Ten-year-old Qin Ying hid in her room and secretly looked at her, and finally mustered up the courage to take a cup of tea and ran out: "Sister Luo, drink tea!"

The eighteen-year-old girl raised her head in some surprise, and when she saw this richly dressed child, she knew that he was not some kind of slave, took the tea, and asked with a smile, "Little brother, what is your name?"

"I ...... I~" Qin Ying choked for a long time before finally said with difficulty: "My name is Qin Ying." ”

He raised his head and looked at Luo Xiaoxia, and there was a glint of almost adoration in the child's eyes.

"Oh, it turns out that you are Ah Ming's younger brother, you are so cute~" Luo Xiaoxia smiled and exclaimed, and then reached out and gently touched the top of the child's head.

Qin Ying's face turned red all of a sudden, and he shook his head a little unaccustomedly, but he was not embarrassed to shake off that gentle palm.

"A useless brother like this, I'd rather never have one. After dealing with the family affairs, Qin Ming, who returned to the hall, said coldly.

Seeing that his lover was talking to his younger brother, Qin Ming's eyes were full of rejection and dissatisfaction.

"Ah Ming, how can you talk like that!" Luo Xiaoxia could clearly feel Qin Ying's body stroking under her palm trembling slightly, and she immediately whispered to her lover.

"Originally," Qin Meng didn't care at all, and continued: "Xiaoying's qualifications are really poor, and it's not a material for sword practice at all," Qin Meng strode to Luo Xiaoxia's side, dragged Qin Ying away from Luo Xiaoxia's side, and then leaned out of the window, took back a branch from the window and handed it to Qin Ying's hand: "Come, practice the Qin Family Sword Falling Sword Pose I taught you last month, and show me it." ”

As soon as the child, who looked quite clever, came to his brother, he became wooden and restrained.

Holding a wooden branch in his hand, he was at a loss, and he was stunned there for a long time without moving.

"Look. Qin Ming's face became more and more disdainful: "I'm not wrong." ”

Qin Meng shook his head: "Xiaoying is too stupid, she can't learn it no matter how many times she teaches it." At his age, I had already learned all of the Qin family's nineteen sword styles and begun to study the twentieth sword by myself. ”

"You can't use yourself to measure others, if everyone has a talent like yours, then what will this Jianghu martial arts become" Seeing the panic of the child in front of her, as if she was about to cry, Luo Xiaoxia couldn't bear it in her heart, sighed with pity, and glanced at her lover again, but there was more admiration and coquettishness in her tone.

For some reason, when he heard those words, the child who had been holding back his tears suddenly burst into tears.

"Oh, Xiaoying, don't cry, don't cry. Ah Ming, you are really, look at you, how old is Xiaoying!" Luo Xiaoxia glared at Qin Meng fiercely, took the branch from the child's hand, pulled it to his side and said softly: "Xiaoying, don't listen to your brother's nonsense, you are not stupid, as long as you work hard, you will definitely become a very powerful swordsman in the future!" As she spoke, the girl took off a pendant from her neck and handed it to the child.