Chapter 268: The Dispute

The two brothers opened up and spoke their innermost thoughts to each other. As for Yi An, his feelings were probably a secret crush.

He had been observing Jun Lin's every move a long time ago, long before anyone knew it.

The Lord of the Snow Region needs to guard the temple and kneel and pray all year round and cannot leave, so Wen Suili accepts his instructions to pay more attention to Jun Lin.

The young boy, who had just accepted a disciple, said to his brother earnestly, "Brother, don't worry. I will pay more attention to her condition."

How should I put it, Wen Suili was pushed to Jun Lin by Yi An himself.

Wen Suili began to teach his two little apprentices patiently, but over time the relationship between master and apprentice changed quietly. He began to have different feelings for Jun Lin, who always loved to follow him and worry about him.

He knelt quietly in the Snowland Temple, and Wen Suili also knelt obediently beside him, mumbling a lot of things.

"Xiao Lin has been very strict recently. She fiercely forbade me to eat cold food. The cold cake I got was still taken away by her."

Yi An: "You have been in poor health recently, and she did nothing wrong."

The young boy drooped his head and said dejectedly, "But she secretly ate it with Xiaoqing."

Just don’t take me.

Yian seemed to think of that little carrot, and he chased after his brother with his legs stretched out in a condescending manner, shouting that he would confiscate it without any objection.

He chuckled.

Wen Suili was puzzled: "Brother?"

Yi An suppressed his smile and said, "Please continue."

Wen Suili couldn't finish what he was saying: "Xiao Lin her..."

Day after day, year after year, Wen Suili lost his boyish youthfulness and became more reserved. He still kneeled in the temple and talked to his teenage brother.

"Xiao Lin scolded me today."

Yi An curled his lips: "Did you make her angry again? She doesn't like people who don't care about their bodies. If you really want her to be happy, you should pay more attention to your body."

Hearing this, Wen Suili's eyes were slightly surprised, as if he was surprised how his brother knew it before he even said it, and also surprised how he knew Jun Lin so well.

Over the years, just from Wen Suili's few words, Yi An has already pictured that person's vivid face in his mind. He just continued, "Tell me more."

There is no end to the conversation when talking about the Junlin Wensui Li. Conversations and low laughter can be heard from the quiet temple from time to time.

Later, Wen Suili also shed the last bit of his youthful arrogance. He matured and became steady, a gentle and strong person who could protect others.

But his brother burned out his life.

With three years left, Yian left the temple and decided to meet Xiaolin, the person who was the most unfamiliar and familiar to him.

Meet the person he has been monitoring, the Emperor Jing, who lived in Ali's words, pieced together only by vague words, and accompanied him through cycle after cycle in the lonely temple.

So there was that scene, the first encounter at Yujian Villa, where he saw the "sister" who had been with him for more than ten years but whom he had never seen before.

Yian put Wen Suili and Junlin in touch.

Wen Suili also put Yian and Junlin in touch.

It’s just that Jun Lin knew Wen Suili but not Wen Yian.

The wind blew again, and the wind chimes by the door rang. Yi An changed the subject: "Did you forget something?"

Wen Suili blinked, and was startled. He quickly put down the cup and stood up: "Yes, Xiaolin asked me to water her flowers before she left."

In fact, it was just a flowerpot filled with soil and no seeds that had even sprouted.

Yi An was helpless: "Your memory is so bad..."

Halfway through his speech, he frowned in annoyance and shut up.

"Sometimes I can remember one or two, so it's not too bad."

Wen Suili continued with a smile on his lips: "Then brother, I will leave first."

"good."

…

No one had come up to the stage yet. Jun Lin stroked his chin and thought deeply: "Wouldn't it be too weak with just two of us? Otherwise, I'll go up to the stage and win a few games, to put an end to their prestige and boost our morale!"

The minister's throat moved.

Weak?

Is the intimidation you gave them by carrying your heavy sword at the beginning just to show your strength weak?

How could you be weak if you look like a little angry lion who gets angry at the slightest provocation and no one dares to mess with him?

Your aura is about to break through the sky and spread into the vast universe, and you’re still weak?

Gongqing Mamu: "Okay, go ahead."

Since you are here this time, you will be in charge of the martial arts arena, and I will be in charge of the literary debate.

Jun Lin happily picked up her heavy sword and ran to the stage.

Gongqing's wrist was immediately stung by the red string: "Untie the string first."

Jun Lin paused, she was unhappy again: "We can't separate, what's the point of arguing? Come on, I'll take you to fight."

Duke: “…”

It's too much of a rumor. It's not like anything will happen to me if you leave now.

Feeling exhausted and at the same time not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he asked back: "You brought a man with you to fight?"

Jun Lin just thought that the man in front of him was being unreasonable, so he coaxed him: "I want to hold the sword in one hand and protect you with the other."

Gongqing: "...I have goosebumps all over the floor"

He could only comfort her gently: "How could I be a burden to you? Just go ahead and don't worry. I'll be sitting right where you can see me. Don't think too much."

The man held her hand, and rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips affectionately: "Go."

Jun Lin's lips, which had been tense and tense these days, relaxed a little. She lowered her head and untied the red rope honestly, looking back every three steps: "Don't leave my sight."

Gongqing smiled and said, "Okay."

"I'll put it on when I get back from the competition."

"Yes, definitely."

Her eyes were bright and dim. She was too depressed by recent events and needed to relax. This competition allowed her to vent.

Jun Lin stood in the center, the heavy black iron sword inserted into the ground, the emperor looked far away and majestic, his hands calmly placed on the hilt in front of him, and his voice wrapped in deep inner strength spread throughout the venue: "Come and fight——"

Too arrogant.

At the beginning of the competition, you have to be the first person to defend the ring.

The young host suddenly came back to his senses: "Emperor Zongheng is defending the ring!"

The crowd was agitated, wondering who would try first.

"I'll do it!"

A burly man with caramel skin, sword-like brows and star-like eyes walked into the ring with a big knife in both hands.

The young man shouted: "Farmers are coming!"

Jun Lin curled his lips meaningfully.

Ze people? But you are not happy that I am the king of your country?

As the battle horn sounded, she did not pull out the heavy sword that was stuck in the ground, but rushed towards the man fiercely with her bare hands.

Her movements were so swift and skillful that her punch seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and knocked the burly man off the stage.

In silence, she put her hands behind her back and said sharply, "Come again!"