Reincarnation; Fools Don't Cry

In the blink of an eye, several years have passed

The Wangchuan River of Hengyuan Sect flows continuously and will not stop because of someone's death.

Black hair turns white, and white hair makes people look like mousses, but there are always new people, but it is hard to see the old people.

"Master...Master, Uncle Shangguan is back!" A young girl with pigtails on both sides shaking as she ran.

The girl paused before her seat and looked at the woman handling official business on the platform. She couldn't help but slow down her tone, "Sect Master, Senior Brother Shangguan brought back a few spirit beasts. I don't know where to place them in the sect, so I came here to ask for your advice."

The woman raised her head, her hair neatly combed up, leaving a few strands. Her thin eyebrows, outlined with charcoal, were slightly raised beside her ears, but even with a little makeup, she was already stunningly beautiful.

And this person is the current person in power of Hengyuan Sect - Lin Xingwan.

Lin Xingwan rolled up her sleeves, revealing the dried ink on her hand from writing. She smiled faintly but said helplessly, "Could it be that they've brought another wild boar demon this time?"

The girl waved her hands. "No, no, this time he brought back a lion and tiger."

Lin Xingwan's face remained calm as she said casually, "Just enclose some land in the back hills and give it to him."

"yes."

Lin Xingwan turned around, then suddenly remembered something and called the girl back, "Did you bring your Master Song with you when you returned this time?"

The girl shook her head quickly.

Because this question has been asked by the Sect Master for several years, he always gets a definite answer, which is "No."

There was a hint of melancholy in Lin Xingwan's eyes.

What happened in the fairyland twenty years ago? She knew nothing about it. She only knew that Junior Brother Xiao Cha committed suicide in the fairyland in order to seriously injure the demon, and Senior Brother Yan also passed away. Shangguan Qing brought the bodies of the two and returned with a completely changed temperament. His originally timid personality had changed a lot, and even his temper had risen. After the end.

Of course, the most unexpected thing is.

The one who went the craziest was Song Liubai who had just woken up.

His wound had not yet healed, and he was standing alone at the sect gate, holding a sword, day after day, month after month, without eating or sleeping, staring into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just when Lin Xingwan thought that this was how her life would go on.

Song Liubai returned to his pavilion and slept for three days and three nights. Then he broke into the territory of the demon clan with a sword, chopped off the head of a demon prince, and severely injured Prince Huai Zusu. No one knew what tempting conditions Huai Zusu offered, but he saved his life under Song Liubai's sword.

After returning from the demon clan, Song Liubai's injuries were particularly serious. He recuperated in the pavilion for half a year. Suddenly one day, he disappeared without a trace, leaving only a piece of letter paper.

In the following years, Shangguan Qing went down the mountain many times to look for him, but the news about him seemed to be deliberately concealed and there was very little.

Lin Xingwan's thoughts were aroused, and she couldn't help but frown.

Fortunately, the girl shouted in time, bringing her back to her senses.

"metropolitan?"

"Um."

"Master, there is one more time that I have not told you yet."

The girl blinked and pulled out a letter from her sleeve. "The old sect leader wrote to me and said he would be coming down the mountain soon. He said it was an invitation from an old friend."

Lin Xingwan took the letter and opened the folded envelope, only two lines came into view.

"I'm going to play now. The new leader still has more responsibilities for the sect's affairs."

Lin Xingwan was helpless, and fatigue surged in her heart.

There is no reliable person in this sect. Although many side branches of the sect have been rectified in recent years, the old sect leader Yan Yuebai is not in the sect all year round, and there are still many eyes eyeing the position of the sect leader.

Lin Xingwan didn't feel the slightest bit surprised about Yan Yuebai's trip. She didn't ask too many questions. Finding the person was already Lin Xingwan's bottom line.

"Pay attention to the old lord's spies. If there is nothing else, you may withdraw first."

"yes."

*

The mountains are overlapping, and the wind blowing in the early morning brings the dampness of the mountains.

There are houses built with yellow mud, with light white smoke floating above the tiles and the faint fragrance of rice wafting around.

A red-crowned rooster, with its neck stretched out, walked out of a straw nest surrounded by a wooden fence, held its head high and chest puffed out, looked towards the east and crowed suddenly.

“Gugugugu——”

"It's so noisy so early in the morning!"

A little boy with his bottom naked, his shoes not yet on, was walking barefoot on the stone road, holding a broom in his hand and staring angrily at the crowing rooster.

"You are disturbing my peace. I will pluck the green hair on your butt and make shuttlecocks out of it." As he said that, the little boy chased the chicken out of the yard.

"Cuckoo!" The rooster ran away in a hurry.

The little boy angrily scolded, "You don't have to go to school, and you don't have to write, and all you do all day is mumble!"

"Beat you to death, you cuckoo!"

Unexpectedly, in order to escape, the rooster fled to more and more remote places, walking through the streets and alleys.

After a while, his family went out and did not see the child anymore. They felt worried, thinking that the child was being naughty. After a while, the child came back and they did not follow him.

At this time, the master, who had returned home early from farming, was holding a hoe and shouting from outside the fence, "Your wild child is running around so early in the morning. He is so energetic!"

"No way, no way! This kid is like a monkey! It gives me a headache!"

The master looked at the direction the child disappeared, and suddenly the smile on his face disappeared halfway. "The direction the child ran seems to be towards the home of that disaster star."

The woman's face had originally had a kind expression, but after hearing this, she immediately lost her composure. She picked up a thin wooden stick from the firewood pile next to her, and followed the child, cursing.

"How can you run so fast!"

The little boy was furious. Seeing that he was about to lose the chance to catch up, he aimed the broom in his hand and threw it out.

"Cuckoo, cluck, cluck!" The rooster was startled and turned over and ran into the yard next to it.

The little boy was breathing slightly. He had just been paying attention to the movements of the rooster, but now he realized that he had run to the home of the disaster star that everyone in the village avoided.

But the few roosters in the house had entered the yard again. If I went back like this, I would definitely be punished.

There was no other way, the boy could only hope that the evil spirit was not at home. He climbed up the wall by stepping on the bumps on the wall and looked inside.

But he saw that the rooster that he had just chased all the way was nestled comfortably in the arms of a young man.

The young man sat on the door frame, with a linen strip wrapped around his waist, and the other end extended into the room.

The boy's face was a little childish and rosy, and one could tell without even looking that he was well taken care of.

But his vision seemed to be covered by a thin, empty gray mist. Even when the rooster ran into his arms, he did not move at all.

The little boy frowned and cursed inwardly, "Fool."

But the rooster was still in the hand of the "idiot", so the little boy had no choice but to pick up a few small stones on the ground and throw them at the boy.

Unfortunately, the children lost a few and didn’t even get close to people.

He simply picked up the discarded bricks nearby and threw them at the boy.

I thought it wouldn't hit him this time, but unexpectedly it hit the boy's head, causing a cut on his forehead and blood flowing out.

“Guguguguga!!”

The rooster in the boy's arms was immediately frightened and flew up to the wall.

But strangely, the boy just raised his head, looked in the direction of the child and blinked, without crying or making a fuss.

"Freak, the whole family is a freak!" The little boy was so frightened by this scene that he lost his balance and fell on his butt.

Before the child could complain, he heard the woman's shouting and a burning pain in his ear.

"Chen Hao, who's going to wash your dirty pants? You're just sitting on the ground so casually. I think you're just itching to get your ass kicked. What's going on so early in the morning?"

"Besides, is this the place for you? You and your father are literally cut from the same cloth. Why aren't you saying anything..."

Chen's mother, who knew her child well, saw that Chen Hao did not dare to talk back and knew that he must have caused some big trouble.

She was taller, so she glanced at the wall and saw the young man with blood all over his head and the fallen bricks and stones in the yard.

Suddenly.

Chen's mother kicked Chen Hao hard on the butt, then pulled him by the back of his collar and hurried away.

The child didn't understand what his mother meant, so he scratched the back of his neck and asked weakly, "Mom, are we just going to leave him alone?"

"Your family is full of misfortunes. You can't tell anyone about what happened today. Also, you didn't hit him. If someone asks you, just say he fell down. Got it?" Mother Chen rolled up her sleeves, pulled Chen Hao in front of her and gave her serious instructions.

The young Chen Hao nodded, not quite understanding what he meant.

"Mother, that...that cock..."

"...It will come back later on its own. I'll make chicken soup for you tonight."

"good!!"

*

The young man in the yard squatted there for a long time, and then a wheat-skinned young man with a burly figure walked out of the house.

The young man held two bowls in his hands, with two plump and round steamed buns on top, and his wrist was surprisingly the other end of the linen rope around the boy's waist.

"Brother, it's time to eat."

The young man spoke in a gentle voice, but his pronunciation was a little strange, like someone who had not spoken for a long time and suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.

The young man looked at his younger brother sitting obediently by the door, and a smile appeared on his face.

But the smile disappeared immediately when he helped his younger brother up, and was followed by a glare of anger.

He quickly covered the wound on the boy's forehead with his sleeve and looked around for the culprit.

The blood-stained bricks that fell to the ground reminded the young man of what had just happened.

Before the young man could say anything, he just felt a heaviness in his arms. He looked down and found that the boy had lost too much blood and passed out.

The young man held the boy's body and walked back to the room step by step. He helped the boy to the bed and sat beside the bed. There was a strange silence in the air.

A feeling of grievance mixed with heartache surged in my heart. My younger brother lost his mind due to a fever when he was a child. It’s okay for the people in this village not to interact with him, and it’s okay for them to keep their strange eyes on me, but they shouldn’t push the boy into this fire pit.

[Host soul has reached 100% match, will now be activated——]

【Activation successful! 】

[Welcome back, host. I am now transmitting the character's background to your brain. Please accept it! I look forward to meeting you next time!]

*

When Xiao Cha woke up.

What catches the eye is the plain gauze curtain hanging above the bed.

Where did I go?

Xiao Cha closed his eyes and silently browsed through the information given by the system several times.

It turned out that eighteen years had passed since his death. This village was called Qinyuan Village, located in the Liuli Sect area, but it was hidden in the mountains. Usually, few people would pass by here, and it was less polluted by some cultivators.

Xiao Cha stood up and saw a brass mirror placed on the simple table. He got out of bed, walked barefoot on the cold ground, and leaned over to look in the mirror.

The boy in the mirror had messy hair, clear eyes, and facial features that showed a bit of the immaturity that only belonged to a teenager, but the corners of his mouth were pale. If it weren't for the baby fat on his face, one would have thought that the boy had been abused.

Xiao Cha raised his hand and touched the white gauze on his forehead. He still remembered what happened just now, but this body had lost its soul for more than ten years. He looked like a fool on weekdays. If he went to seek revenge now, he would probably be regarded as a freak.

Take it one step at a time.

I don’t know how many days I’ve been missing. I don’t know how the Hengyuan Sect is doing now. I’ll have to go and find out someday.

While Xiao Cha was still thinking about his future plans, the door behind him opened and he turned around to look.

It was the young man from before, and also the brother of this body.

The background information says that the elder brother's name is Xiao Song, and he was originally from a wealthy family in the village. However, several years ago, when the child was still young, his parents died suddenly at home.

From then on, Xiao Song, who was only ten years old, had to support the family and take care of his infant brother alone. Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished. The two were both children and without adult care, they both caught a cold in winter.

But the family had run out of money, and only had money for one person's medicine. The villagers all regarded them as unlucky things and were unwilling to give alms. Xiao Song had no choice but to give the medicine money to his brother who was in the cradle with a red fever in his arms. He endured the disease alone. Although he survived, he was half deaf.

Xiao Cha lowered his head and glanced at the rope around his waist.

This rope was tied because the original owner was suspected of having his brain burnt out and became stupid and dumb. Xiao Song was worried that he would not be able to hear the crying of the child and would not be able to take care of the child properly, so he tied it up.

Xiao Song came in worried that he might have accidentally pulled it when he got out of bed.

A flash of embarrassment crossed Xiao Cha's face, and he stood there in a daze, not knowing how to maintain his original image.

But the next second, the man in front of him took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand tentatively, as if wanting to touch the boy's cheek.

Xiao Cha blinked and didn't move.

"Brother?"

"Can you get out of bed and walk around on your own?"

Xiao Song showed his delight. Seeing that Xiao Cha did not reject his approach, he rubbed his hands on his body, and then, as if by magic, he took out a still warm steamed bun from his waist.

"Brother, are you hungry? I have some steamed buns that you like."

Xiao Cha smelled the aroma of food. He was already hungry and felt dizzy because he had nothing in his stomach to begin with and someone had blown his head off early in the morning.

He nodded immediately, took the steamed bun and started to eat it in small bites.

Perhaps it was because the food was too rough and he hadn't had water for a long time, so he choked after just a few mouthfuls.

“Ahem!”

Xiao Cha was helped aside by Xiao Song.

"Why are you in such a hurry to eat? There's no shortage of food at my brother's house. Eat slowly." Xiao Song said as he rolled up his sleeves, skillfully opened the water tank in the corner of the room, and handed the ladle to Xiao Cha.

Xiao Cha didn't say anything, but just anxiously brought the water to his mouth.

After a few mouthfuls, a lot of the residue in his mouth was washed away, and he could finally breathe.

Xiao Cha leaned back and closed his eyes, relaxing for a while.

I was almost killed by Mantou. I just reborn. If I die again, who can I complain to?

And during this time Xiao Cha was silent.

Xiao Song's eyes never left Xiao Cha. The expression on his brother's face just now was more than what he had seen in the past eighteen years.

Could it be that this hit his head caused his temperament to change drastically? But what happened today was too much. If I hadn't discovered it in time, I don't know what kind of disaster it would have caused if it had been delayed.

Xiao Song secretly made up his mind that he would move away from this dangerous place once his brother recovered.