C474 Mu Yan's past

"No, brother didn't give it to me!" When Mu Yan heard that Mu Che still wanted to punish Mu Han, he became anxious and lied. "This Windling was. . . I picked it up in the garden. "

"Heh, I haven't punished you yet, but you defended him instead!"

Mu Che saw that Mu Yan already knew to think for his brother at such a young age. A strange thought suddenly flashed across his heart, and then he thought of his future fate. He couldn't help touching Mu Yan's head and sighed. He asked, "Yan, tell Royal Father, do you like big brother?"

Mu Yan saw Royal Father suddenly reach out his hand and thought that he was going to punish him. He was so scared that he closed his eyes. In the end, Mu Che only gently rubbed his head a few times. Mu Yan heaved a sigh of relief and couldn't help but answer, "Of course I like it. Big brother loves me the most. If there is anything delicious or fun, just let me have it. . . "

As he spoke, he saw Mu Che's expression become a little ugly. Mu Yan's voice immediately lowered.

"Yan, what would you do if Royal Father told you that only one of your brothers will live in the future?"

Mu Yan was stunned. He saw a tear slowly flowing down from Royal Father's face, which made him feel pain for no reason. His eyes were covered with a layer of fog. He choked and said, "I don't know. Mu Yan doesn't want to die, but he doesn't want me to die either. "

Mu Che smiled and wiped away his tears for him. "Silly child, only one can be chosen. In other words, if you want brother to live, you are destined to not be able to continue living in this world. In this way, will you still like your brother? "

"I. . . I don't know. . . " Mu Yan looked up at his childish face and asked naively, "Royal Father, can't you not let Mu Yan and brother die?"

"The third option?" Mu Che suddenly smiled sadly. "Of course. Royal Father is just afraid that you can't do it. "

"Mu Yan will definitely be able to do it!" Mu Yan looked at Mu Che firmly and said, "As long as Mu Yan and brother do not have any problems, then Mu Yan will not be afraid no matter how difficult it is!"

"Is that so?" Mu Che sneered and said, "Well, from now on, I want you to hate your own brother. Yan, can you do it?"

"Hate. . . Brother?" Mu Yan's small face showed a trace of confusion and said, "Brother treats me so well, why does Mu Yan hate him?"

"No reason!" Mu Che's voice sounded especially cold and ruthless at this moment. "Yan, remember this. If you don't want your brother to die, then from now on. . . You have to treat him as your biggest enemy and hate him. You can't be soft-hearted for even a moment! Because once you are soft-hearted, it means that your brother's life has come to an end. "

After saying that, Mu Che resolutely turned around and left with a cold smile. Only Mu Yan was left standing there alone, and it was a desolate and heartbreaking sight.

"Humph, return your Windchime!"

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Mu Yan found Mu Han, who was being punished by his teacher. He threw the Windchime at Mu Han's feet and said coldly.

"Eh?" Mu Han picked up Windling in surprise and looked at Mu Yan in confusion. "Yan, don't you like this Windling?"

"Don't give me all this junk in the future. I don't need it. " Mu Yan immediately turned around and said expressionlessly, "And you don't have to come to me anymore. I don't like you. "

"Yan!"

At this time, Mu Han suddenly rushed over and held Mu Yan's tender shoulder. His face, which had always been frivolous, was unexpectedly anxious.

"Yan, what's wrong with you? Did Big Brother do something that made you angry? If you say it out loud, Big Brother will definitely change it, alright?"

"No need, you didn't do anything wrong. I just hate you. Let go of me, I'm going back to cultivate. "

Mu Yan shook his hand away in annoyance. Mu Han's face turned deathly pale in an instant. Even when Mu Yan's figure had disappeared, he was still unmoved, as if he had lost his soul.

Behind the pavilion, Mu Yan looked at Mu Han, who had suffered a heavy blow, and said with watery eyes, "Big brother, forgive Yan. . . "

. . .

"Yan, look, I have caught your favorite Hundred Spirit Bird today!" In the garden, Mu Han held a newly caught Hundred Spirit Bird and shouted at Mu Yan as if he was taking credit for it.

Regarding this, Mu Yan only lightly said that he was not interested, then turned around and left. Seeing this, a trace of disappointment flashed across Mu Han's face.

. . .

"Yan, today Royal Father will reward me with a pair of white jade qilin. Don't you like qilin the most? Big brother will give it to you. "

Outside the Divine Martial Palace, Mu Han was holding a pair of white jade qilin in his hand and said excitedly to Mu Yan.

"What did Royal Father give you? What did you bring it here for? Are you showing off to me?" Mu Yan asked indifferently.

He seemed to have misunderstood. Mu Han quickly explained. "Yan, that's not what I meant. I just. . . "

However, before he could finish his words, Mu Yan turned around and returned to the hall, smashing the two doors.

Mu Han hugged the white jade qilin, and tears flowed down his face. He didn't understand why Yan hated him so much. He had tried so hard to make him happy, but in the end, he left with loneliness. Little did he know that in the Divine Martial Hall, Mu Yan had seen everything through the gap between the two of them. He had cried so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

. . .

"Yan, I brought you your favorite candied fruits today. Have a bite!"

"I have no appetite. "

. . .

"Yan, guess what I found. You liked this Journey in the past. "

"Not interested. "

. . .

In those years, Mu Yan had rejected him countless times. Every time he came with hope, he would leave dejectedly. The relationship between the two of them had always been frozen. For several years, it had not melted at all. This situation continued until Mu Yan was ten years old and the shocking battle outside the Cosmos Palace. From now on, he and his brother, Mu Han, had completely broken off from each other, and would never be able to return to the past.

"Yan, are you really going to kill me?"

On the battlefield, Mu Han stared blankly at the long sword that Mu Yan had pierced into his chest, and his face was filled with disbelief.

"Mu Han, swords have no eyes. Royal Father has also said that life and death will be decided by the heavens in this competition. You are the one who is foolish enough to show mercy to me. With such indecisiveness, how can you replace Royal Father to become a qualified monarch in the future? So, go to hell. This way, you won't become a qualified monarch. I will fight for the throne!"

Mu Yan grinned hideously and penetrated deeper into the sword. Little did he know that after Mu Han heard his words, his heart had become dead silent.

The injuries on his body could still be healed, but how could his heart be healed? Mu Han closed his eyes painfully and waved the Dragon Roaring Sword in his hand.

After half an incense stick of time, Mu Han expressionlessly took back the Dragon Roaring Sword. Under his feet, Mu Yan was lying there with a shocked expression. The sword in his hand also flew out at this moment.

"Why. . . Why didn't I kill me?"

Mu Yan struggled to get up and asked with endless hatred. Obviously, he was very angry and unwilling to lose this time.

When Mu Han heard his words, he paused for a while and sighed as an answer.

After returning, Mu Han went into seclusion. No one knew why he stayed in seclusion and did not come out. However, when he came out of his room three days later, there was an extraordinary sword technique in this world, the Ten Year Sword Technique.

Ten years to see each other, ten years to see each other again, ten years to see each other again, and ten years to see each other again. Ten Years Not Seeing Ten Years Regrets Ten Years, Ten Years Seeing Slight Ten Years.

Only Mu Han himself knew the deeper meaning of this sword technique. As for others, when they felt the true meaning of this sword technique, they would most likely have their heads separated from their bodies. This was the most terrifying part of this ten-year sword technique.