My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

The mountains in the distance are like black clouds, the sky falls over the river, and a simple Taoist temple stands on the mountainside. A waterfall flows down from the side, and the thin water droplets reflect a beautiful rainbow in the sunlight.

"From now on, you are my Qingxu Sect disciple, and I will give you the Taoist title Xu Ming.

I, the Qingxu Sect, practice the Tao of Forgetting Emotions, which is the Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions. I have no sorrow, no joy, no worries, no worries, no anger, and no resentment. Only when the mind is as still as water can we cultivate the great path and mysteries. Remember, remember. "An old man with a clear face said calmly, his expression was calm and unruffled, and there was no trace of emotional turmoil.

"It's Master, disciple, remember it." The little boy bowed down respectfully.

"Boom..." The picture suddenly changed again.

The earth shook and the mountains shook, towering mountain peaks collapsed suddenly, throwing up dust all over the sky.

"Ah..." screams came from the valley.

It was an ancient village, somewhat similar to the village that Gu Fenghua had seen before that was engulfed by flash floods.

At this time, as the earth shook, the houses built with stones, which were not so strong, collapsed one after another.

Some people escaped and escaped from the village just before the disaster was about to strike, but more people were trapped in the ruins. Broken bones pierced the body, revealing the white bone stubble. Under the severe pain, They let out shrill screams.

"Hurry, save people!" In mid-air, a man and a woman walking with swords stopped. The woman exclaimed and flew towards the village not far away.

But soon, she stopped again and looked at her companion in confusion: "Why are you still standing there?"

"Why save?" the young man asked indifferently.

He has a delicate face, but there is a scar diagonally across his forehead. Although it is an old injury many years ago and has become very faint, it also adds a bit of heroism and coldness to his delicate face.

"Why don't you save them? Do you just watch them die like this?" The woman raised her eyebrows and asked angrily.

"The cycle of life and death is the way of heaven and earth. Besides, whether they are dead or alive, what does it have to do with me?" the young man said lightly.

"I didn't expect you to be this kind of person?" The woman shook her head, with deep disappointment in her eyes.

The young man turned a blind eye and remained calm.

"Okay, if you don't save me, I will." The woman stomped her feet and flew downwards.

The young man remained indifferent, but after she left, he looked at her graceful back, confusion flashed in his eyes for a moment.

At this moment, the surging mountain torrents, the engulfed villages, and that ordinary face full of love and reluctance appeared again in his mind, and also in Gu Fenghua's mind.

But soon, he suppressed those long-lasting memories in his heart.

"Only when you are too forgetful of emotion, have no sorrow, no joy, no worries, no anger, no resentment, and a heart as still as water, can you achieve the supreme mysticism." The young man whispered to himself, turned around, and walked away.

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"Xu Ming, this is the lotus seed soup that I made by myself. Try it." The scene changed again, and a girl with a sweet face and two dimples appeared in front of her when she smiled.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Xin'er, I'm not hungry." In front of the window, a handsome boy about fifteen or sixteen years old looked away from the ancient book in his hand, glanced at the girl, and said calmly.

The dusk sunlight fell through the gaps between the trees outside the window, shining right on the slanting scar between his eyebrows, giving him a calmness that he should not have at this age.

Hey, weren't they all grown up just now? Why are they growing back again? Gu Fenghua looked at the familiar scar and was a little confused.