I just want to repair a flute [Martial Arts]

At dusk, the sun gradually sets over the hillside.

Li Zixi lit the incense sticks and respectfully offered them to the statue on the table. He was a little nervous, but he still forced himself to remain calm and pulled open the soul-calling banner. He waved his hand high, and the pale yellow paper money followed the stretched banner, flying in a sad arc in the air.

Then, he chanted loudly: "Soul, come back! Why do you leave your constant place and go to all directions? Leave your happy place and stay away from that ominous place!——"

Meng Chen, no, it should be Meng Jiao, stood beside him, holding the red umbrella that he never left behind, shrouding himself in a thick blood-red color. The setting sun cast an ominous red glow around him, as if to merge him into the flaming setting sun. Seeing him staring at the horizon in a daze, Li Zixi presided over the ceremony while desperately winking at him - summoning the souls requires relatives to call out the names of the dead souls to guide them to find the way here, and this naturally needs to be done by Meng Jiao.

But for some reason, even though it was such a simple matter and Li Zixi had explained it clearly to him before, he remained silent for a long time before he called out the first word: "Meng Chen——"

With this beginning, the rest was much easier. He called out again and again, and later even used all his strength, as if his throat was about to be torn apart, to shout out his brother's name: "Meng Chen——! Meng Chen——!"

"Meng Chen..."

The breeze around was still messy and disorderly, with no sign of the ghosts returning. Li Zixi felt more and more unsure. When he had the ability to see ghosts before, he didn't need any external help. He could confirm the existence of ghosts with his own eyes. Now that he didn't have this ability, everything seemed to become confusing.

He knew that this ritual had a huge loophole - there was no body of the deceased! Moreover, the other party had been dead for more than ten years. If Meng Chen died of old age, his reincarnation would probably be more than ten years old. How could he respond to the call of the living?
But his life was in Meng Jiao's hands, so how could he dare to tell such a fact? He could only recite the prayer to summon the soul over and over again. Meng Jiao watched the sunset disappear into the sky inch by inch, and the night gradually enveloped the two people in the courtyard...

His eyes slowly sank into darkness.

"He didn't come back." A familiar voice suddenly sounded. Li Zixi couldn't tell who it was. He was suddenly surprised and happy, and almost jumped up. However, Meng Jiao was neither sad nor happy. He just stared at the void in front of him without saying a word.

Then he smiled slowly, slowly.

"You're here... You're finally here." Meng Jiao sneered. "Xiao Donglou is willing to let you come, which means that he finally chose you between Meng Chen and you. Haha, you are really a good master and a good disciple!"

Yun Chuxiu rolled down from the wall and stared at him without refutation. This was the fact, and he would not argue. After all, just like when he first talked about this with Yuan Suiyun, his thoughts had not changed - the master was responsible for the death of the former senior brother.

If it weren't for that unfinished duel, if it weren't for the accident that happened to the two peerless swordsmen...

"When did you find out something was wrong?" He calmed down and asked in a low voice. Although he was a little unconvinced, Yun Chuxiu had to admit that Yun Wuxin was right. According to their seniority and position, Meng Jiao was actually their senior brother. "For so long, I didn't doubt your identity. If you hadn't caught the charlatan this time-"

"Found something wrong?" Meng Jiao just raised his eyebrows and laughed. "Nothing is wrong. I have always been myself. I know you think I am crazy, but I have never been crazy...!"

He stretched out his hand to cover his heart: "Meng Jiao is here, Meng Chen is naturally here too. We were born into this world together, so we can naturally share the same body!... Junior brother, junior brother, you were never wrong to call me senior brother."

"...Meng Jiao, at this point, are you still deceiving yourself? If Meng Chen is not dead, then who is the person you want Li Zixi to resurrect?" Yun Chuxiu frowned, unable to understand the complex feelings of love and hate in his heart at this moment, so he could only say carefully: "Think about your master! He is still alive, and he must have been waiting for you to return all these years. Don't you want to return to him?"

He judged others by his own experience, thinking that a bird that has left its nest always wants to return to its safe nest. When Meng Jiao heard him mention Ksitigarbha, he was also dazed for a moment - unlike Xiao Donglou, Jiuyou Hou never accepted another disciple after he left, and he is still alone today. Is it because he doesn't want to teach another failed disciple like Meng Jiao, or is it because he can't bear such a painful separation?

The master seems to be much more cold-blooded and ruthless than Xiao Donglou, but in a sense, is he also much more affectionate than Xiao Donglou?

But after he was in a trance, he still shook his head and said coldly: "I lost the duel that year... I was too embarrassed to see him again."

For a swordsman, defeat means death. He has been lingering on for many years, disregarding his master's dignity, and he is too ashamed to go back to see him.

Yun Chuxiu was puzzled and said, "Back then, since you were the one who survived, then of course you won."

However, after hearing this, Meng Jiao's expression was as ugly as being stabbed by a sharp sword. He hurriedly scolded: "Nonsense! I have never won! The winner has always been Meng Chen! Back then, back then he was obviously just short of..." He paused, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed at his heart with a smile: "Just one sword short of piercing my heart."

The past flashed back to my mind in a flash. Meng Chen in white, gentle and considerate, talking and laughing, Meng Chen with a plan in mind, Meng Chen who was cold and ruthless, stabbing with a sword -

Meng Chen had clearly stabbed him earlier, but withdrew at the last moment, allowing Meng Jiao's sword to pierce his heart.

"Life is so short... We came into this world together, fortunately we don't have to die together." He still remembered Meng Chen's last words, the bloody hand on his shoulder. Before that, they hadn't been so close for many years. Who knew that the last time would be a farewell forever.

"But I have lived a good and satisfying life, so... I give up. Live on, brother, forget the hatred, forgive yourself, and live happily." He finally blessed his twin brother like this, and closed his eyes with a smile. Meng Jiao still remembers the feeling of being burned by his scalding blood. The hands that killed him could not hold the sword for a long time. The dead no longer have to be swayed by affection, and no longer have to hesitate between the master and the brother... But in the following time, he was so painful that he wished that he was the one who died.

"You must not understand, Junior Brother... Why can you enjoy the Master's love at will, but not bear the Master's hatred... Why can a useless person like you be rescued even if you die?" Meng Jiao said word by word, slowly throwing the red umbrella in his hand to the ground. At this time, the sky had completely sunk into darkness. With the weak candlelight on the table, Yun Chuxiu could see the mottled red marks on his face - this was the mark left by the skin after being burned by the sun, which opened and healed. It was a very strange disease. Meng Jiao could hardly walk in the midday sun, but the night had become the best protective color for his strange body.

"Why is it that he died instead of you?" Meng Jiao asked again at the top of his lungs. "Why is it that the people who have to endure this pain are not you... but us brothers!"

He rushed over and swung his hand, the sharp sword already fell into his palm. Yun Chuxiu twisted his waist, raised his hands and crossed them in front of him, and the intense cold air instantly lingered around his body. Li Zixi, who was hiding behind the table, opened his mouth wide, watching them fighting without saying a word, and wanted to sneak away, but was worried that Yun Chuxiu could not handle it, so he hesitated.

Suddenly, a stone fell on his back. When he turned around, he saw Ding Feng climbing over the wall on the other side and waving at him. He jumped up happily and stood with him.

"Where is your young master? Why isn't he with you?" He asked Ding Feng in a low voice. Ding Feng shook his head and told him in a low voice, "We ran into some trouble on the way, and the young master stayed behind to deal with it. I'm afraid he won't be able to come for a while."

"What?!" Li Zixi was shocked and looked in the direction of Yun Chuxiu. "But the young master's body hasn't recovered yet. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for much longer."

——In fact, Meng Jiao is the favorite disciple of Jiuyou Hou Dizang. He has inherited all the sword skills from him and was highly praised by Xiao Donglou in those days. Yun Chuxiu is probably not his opponent at all. But considering the face of his young master, Li Zixi was a little reserved.

"It's okay." Ding Feng touched the hidden weapon bag on his waist, secretly thanking himself for poisoning all the hidden weapons before setting out. "If there's anything wrong, we'll attack together!"

Li Zixi: “…” It didn’t seem like a good idea to besiege them, but since the master was not around, the young master naturally had to take priority in everything.

Not to mention that they had made up their minds, Yun Chuxiu felt a little tired after taking action for a while. He had been trained by Yuan Suiyun for a while, and he only used the mental method and did not use the Snow Condensation Technique. When he used it now, he felt that it was very different from before. His healing hands and feet were stimulated by the cold air, and he suddenly felt a dull pain. It was the first time for him to feel the horror of the cold air since he grew up!
But seeing his movements stiff, Meng Chen's sword moves became more and more awe-inspiring! All his sadness, pain, confusion... all turned into cold hatred! It seemed that only by killing Yun Chuxiu with his sword could his painful heart be relieved for a moment!

When people are in pain, do they always want to hurt others?
But the strong hatred that came towards him reminded Yun Chuxiu of the time when he was killed by the Blood Eye Dragon King Xiao Sha, who broke his neck with a palm strike, as easily as killing an ant. This fear instantly aroused the killing intent in his heart, because he knew that only by killing the other party in advance could he have a chance of survival!
Meng Jiao's sword penetrated his clothes, and he caught it with his arm. He turned sideways and rolled up his sword, kicking at the opponent's lower abdomen! But the latter swept aside his other foot, and Yun Chuxiu's body was unstable, so he had to let go of the sword, turned over, and stepped back a few steps. Before he could stand firm, the next sword light had already crushed him ruthlessly!

He raised his hand to clamp the tip of the sword, and the cold frost immediately spread along the sword. Behind Meng Jiao, several cold stars silently broke through the air, but he seemed to have eyes on his back, and stepped to the side with strange steps. The hidden weapons all hit the grass in front of him, but none of them fell on him.

But at the same time, another sword light lit up from Meng Jiao's side and chopped towards his shoulder. It was a white rainbow piercing the sun, but it was a help from Li Zixi. Meng Jiao didn't even look at it, just took the opportunity to pick up the tip of the sword and casually broke his sword move.

He didn't care about the two servants' actions, and just attacked Yun Chuxiu blindly, with fierce killing moves! Although Yun Chuxiu countered his moves, he was caught off guard and his arm was scratched several times. However, his eyes gradually turned red, and even if he had to endure the injury, he had to fight back and hurt Meng Jiao!

Finally, Meng Jiao's sword came at him with unstoppable force, piercing his chest in an instant. Yun Chuxiu groaned, and with close combat skills, he slashed at his chest with a palm!
He used all his strength in this palm strike. As soon as his palm was pushed out, he felt a huge force coming from behind. The strong internal force poured into his body, helping his palm strike! In the snow, he saw Meng Jiao's eyes burning with hatred. In a trance, he suddenly felt as if he had come to the place where they dueled in the past. They were also disciples of Xiao Donglou and Dizang, and they also tried their best to kill each other. What would Meng Chen, the senior brother who stood in his position back then, think when facing his twin brother?

No one knew, death had covered up all the truth. Meng Jiao might be able to dodge, or he might not. This palm fell on his heart, tearing the sword wound left by Meng Chen many years ago. Although it was delayed for so many years, the shadow of death still pulled him into it.

He fell down.

(End of this chapter)