The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

There was a strong wind outside, making the door and windows bang, and a faint light of snow shone on the window lattice.

It turned out that it was snowing heavily again.

"talk!"

Xiao Jian gritted his teeth and shouted.

This was the first time since he could remember that he had yelled at his sister, whom he depended on for life, and his face looked particularly gloomy and twisted.

Xiao Rong didn't seem to dare to look at Xiao Jian. He lowered his head, held the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands, and said softly, "Sister will boil you some medicine first. When you recover, I will give you an explanation."

She turned and left the room.

Xiao Jian angrily wanted to get up to stop him, but was unable to do so. In the end, he just collapsed on the bed in vain, feeling that his chest was about to explode, and he gasped for air.

Why?

Why is this happening?

Why is a kind and strong person like my sister...

The sarcastic and vicious voices of his classmates seemed to resound in his mind. Xiao Jian's eyesight went dark and he passed out again.

I don’t know how long it will take.

When he woke up again, Xiao Jian saw his sister lying on the edge of the bed asleep. The thin figure was only wearing a single layer of clothes, and she was shivering from the cold even in her sleep.

In the dead of winter, it was already extremely cold, and this small, dark room had been in disrepair for a long time. There were cracks on the roof and walls. Wisps of cold wind flowed in along the cracks, making the room extremely cold.

Xiao Rong was only wearing a coarse cloth singlet, so you can imagine how cold it must be.

But even in such a cold situation, she still fell asleep. There was only one reason.

She is so tired!

Xiao Jian's eyes moved away, and then he saw that the tattered cotton-padded jacket that his sister had been wearing all these years was originally covered on his quilt.

All of a sudden, Xiao Jian's heart was churning with anger and pity, and his chest felt as uncomfortable as a huge stone.

It was already dawn.

If it were in the past, Xiao Jian would have been attending classes in a private school and listening to Mr. Liu's teachings.

But now...

Xiao Jian felt that his life had become gloomy, and his inner persistence in studying seemed to have collapsed.

"Brother, are you awake?"

Xiao Rong woke up at some point. Regardless of his almost frozen body, he staggered up and went to get the medicine bowl immediately.

But when her fingertips touched the medicine bowl that was as cold as her own, she realized that a night had passed.

"You wait, I'll warm the medicine."

Just as Xiao Rong was about to leave, Xiao Jian grabbed his right hand tightly.

"You are not allowed to leave!"

Xiao Jian stared at his sister as if he were an enemy, "Tell me, get the medicine."

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Where does the money come from? "

Xiao Rong's face was pale and his whole body was trembling, and he said, "Don't force me, okay? You just need to remember that my sister is doing it for you, that's enough."

Xiao Jian said angrily: "Who wants you to do it for me? If you don't tell me the truth, I would rather die than take a sip of the medicine!"

Xiao Rong lowered his head and fell silent.

After a long time, she said in a hard voice, "When I was nine years old and you were only three years old, my parents passed away, leaving only us siblings to depend on each other. We simply couldn't support us with the money left by our parents." "

"Over the years, in order to survive, I sold almost all my valuable things and worked hard to work for others, so I could barely make ends meet."

Xiao Rong took a deep breath and tried hard not to cry, "But there is no way. In order for you to go to school, I...I can only do something I don't want to do..."

Even though he tried his best to control it, Xiao Rong still couldn't suppress his tears. There was an indescribable look of exhaustion and sadness in his eyes.

Xiao Jian said blankly: "You did indeed do these things... they... they didn't lie..."

He was distraught and completely out of control.

Xiao Rong looked at Xiao Jian worriedly and said, "Don't be angry. Although my sister's body is dirty and people look down upon her, it doesn't matter. The money is clean, as long as you can study well..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Jian had already shouted hysterically: "Get out! Get out of here -! Get out of here -!"

Xiao Rong trembled all over, as if afraid of irritating Xiao Jian again, he turned around and left the room in a hurry.

When the door was closed, Xiao Rong outside the room seemed to have lost all his strength, squatting on the ground, hiding his face and crying.

Xiao Jian in the room still shouted freely:

"Do you know what others say about you behind your back?!"

"What's for survival, what's for my own good, you...do you know that doing this will only make my life worse than death?"

Those words, like the biting winter wind, slipped out through the crack in the door, making Xiao Rong's body and mind feel like falling into an ice cave.

She is only nineteen years old.

She was just the poorest girl in the village. She had never read a book and didn't understand any principles.

Children from other families were still fashionable and happy at the knees of their parents at the age of nine, but after their parents left, she supported the family at the age of nine.

From that day on, she had only one obsession: she just wanted her brother to live well, be able to read, and no longer suffer from poverty like herself.

Over the years, she has experienced

After countless hardships and hardships, to this day, I still often suffer from hunger.

What she hates most is winter, because it is too cold, and she never dares to add a piece of warm clothes, and she often gets injured all over her body from the cold.

In winter, there are no crops to harvest from the fields, and there is no way to dig wild vegetables in the mountains, let alone work in the wind and snow to make money. Everything is so bad.

But compared to these, Xiao Rong could endure them.

Be patient and winter will be over.

If you endure it, you will grow up.

It's been like this all these years.

But at this time, when he heard his brother's hysterical scolding, Xiao Rong couldn't bear it anymore and cried uncontrollably.

But soon, Xiao Rong calmed down and comforted himself silently, "My brother is still young and not sensible. When he grows up, everything will be fine..."

Xiao Rong has always been tenacious and will not let herself be immersed in sadness and despair. Otherwise, this family will be gone long ago, and she and her brother will not be able to survive in poverty like weeds.

Ignoring the coldness on his body, Xiao Rong worked hard with his hands and feet to chop wood, make fire, and warm medicine.

In addition, she specially prepared a pot of eggs. Her brother was seriously injured and sick and needed to replenish his body.

She hadn't tasted an egg all winter.

But for Xiao Rong, this was all bearable.

But when she finished her work and walked into the room carrying hot soup and eggs, she found that her brother was missing!

All of a sudden, Xiao Rong's heart was worried, brother...could it be...

His hands trembled.

The two porcelain bowls containing soup and eggs fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Xiao Rong couldn't care about this.

She rushed out of the house like crazy, shouting, "Brother, brother, where have you been? Come back quickly! Sister is wrong, sister knows she is wrong——!"

Yunmeng Village is located in the mountains and fields. The villages are not large in size, but they are extremely scattered. Almost every household is separated by a long distance.

But Xiao Rong ran all over the village alone and took pictures of every door, but couldn't find Xiao Jian.

The sky was gloomy, and a rain and snow fell, falling on me with a biting coldness.

Xiao Rong searched everywhere, but the rain and snow fell heavier and heavier that day, making her whole body wet.

But she didn't care about it.

There was no one in the village, so she found it outside the village, calling out while searching, her voice became hoarse.

Finally, she found it.

But she didn't have time to be happy. Instead, she was so frightened that her soul almost flew out.

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Come.

Because my brother is standing on the edge of a cliff!

The torrential rain and snow poured from the dark sky, as if it could lift the thin figure of the younger brother away.

"Brother, don't mess around! My sister is wrong, my sister is wrong -! Please, come back with me, I promise, I won't make you angry again!"

Xiao Rong knelt in the mud, rain and snow, crying and begging.

In the distance, Xiao Jian turned around with difficulty, but as if he had lost his strength, he staggered and fell to the ground.

His whole body was drenched in rain and snow, but he screamed to himself, "You make my life worse than death! Get out! I don't have a sister like you, and I will never see you again in this life!"

"If you dare to come here, I'll jump down!"

This thirteen-year-old boy is now covered in muddy water, his face is distorted, he is furious, and his eyes are bloodshot.

It rained heavily.

The night is very cold.

The boy's face was covered with water marks, whether it was rain or tears.

Xiao Rong cried bitterly on the ground, his whole body shaking, and he couldn't tell whether it was from the cold or because he was too emotionally out of control.

A figure came through the rain and snow, "Xiao Rong, if you leave, I will guarantee with my life that I will bring this kid back alive!"

Mr. Liu from the private school!

Xiao Rong seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, nodding excitedly, then stood up, stared at his brother who was still yelling and cursing in the distance for a moment, and finally turned around and left.

"Go back with me."

Mr. Liu held an oil-paper umbrella and came to Xiao Jian, who was sitting slumped in the rain, snow and mud.

Xiao Jian raised his head angrily, "Liu, you also slept with my sister, right?"

Snapped!

Mr. Liu slapped Xiao Jian with his hand and said with cold eyes: "You have studied with me for two years and eight months and nineteen days. You have studied one hundred and thirteen volumes of general books. You are familiar with each of them and answered as follows. Flow. But now it seems that these books have been read to dogs!”

Xiao Jian's eyes were red, and he even hissed to himself, "It's a small thing to starve to death, but it's a big thing to be dishonest. I, Xiao Jian, am not afraid of poverty, but my sister... no, what that bitch did makes my life... worse than death!"

The wind and snow howled, and the boy's hateful voice echoed in the wind.

Mr. Liu kicked Xiao Jian into the muddy water.

"Life is worse than death? Are you here to humiliate your sister with all these nonsense in the book? Without your sister's hard work over the years, you would have died of hunger, disease, and misery when you were a child!"

He pointed to the cliff not far away, "Since you are not afraid of death, and it is worse to die than to die, you might as well just jump off!"