The Villain Brother Is so Charming

Over a hundred years. It can be said that it has never been done before, and there may not be anyone else in the future. When all living beings talk about the highest mountains and the most dangerous seas in the spiritual world, they often cannot avoid these two people. No matter how high the mountain is, it cannot be higher than the figure of Tan Jianwei, a young man in red with a white tassel and a silver gun, standing on the top of the snowy mountain of Lihen Mountain! No matter how dangerous the sea is, it can't be more dangerous than Yan Ruchen's wrist, the gentleman in green who crosses the Guanchou Sea. Speaking of which, the two of them came from the same school, but they once met with swords and swords and cut off their robes. A man who has a heart for the common people and is at the top of his martial arts skills is just a middle-class boy with a big head; a man who is destructive of heaven and earth, a master of mental tricks, but is a femme fatale who fights against the five scum. One is righteous and the other is evil, one is good and the other is evil. The two bloody storms in the upper realm are related to these two people. The truth is never predictable. When the two masters came out of the same sect in the previous life, the spiritual world was afraid of the two brothers and brothers, and they joined forces. However, the two ended up having a life-and-death feud. In this life, the two were like water and fire, and they were at odds. The monks planned to attack them one by one and reap the benefits, but they received a secret report from the spies. The secret report contained four big characters that no one wanted to believe and the meaning was extremely vague. The golden house hides the beauty. As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the teahouse in Chang'an City in the Lower Cultivation Realm. Someone said: "How is it possible, who would hide a vicious, venomous and unpredictable devil who even killed himself once." "You are really brave. You dare to talk about him behind his back. You may never know that one day his temperament will change drastically and he will be the first to kill you." Even after so many years, no one in the lower cultivation world dares to call Yan Ruchen by his name. Sure enough, among the tea house spectators, some people looked frightened and asked tentatively: "No, didn't you say that he has been reformed?" A sneer came, followed by a snort of sarcasm with a hint of admiration: "You believe this 'reformed' thing? It's not because Lord Tan sacrificed his life for righteousness, and strictly guarded this person all day long to prevent him from causing trouble in the upper and lower realms of cultivation." "It makes sense, I agree! I think this is what this spy means by 'hidden beauty in a golden house'. It has to involve some ridiculous and bizarre story about love or not. It is simply blasphemy to Lord Tan." "No, no, I have seen these two people with my own eyes. I can't tell you what to say..." This man was a young monk who had just entered the Guanchou Sea this year. His words had some weight. Everyone was intrigued by him and thought he really knew something, but he was just a squib. In the tea house, people from the market, literati, monks and knights came and went, arguing endlessly. No one noticed the two figures, one red and one green, in the corner. One had a white jade belt with a dragon pattern on his waist, and the other had a wintersweet green jade hairpin on his head. Yan Ruchen patted the fruit shell on his hand, pursed his lips, and prepared to stand up with a cold face and contempt. He looked at Tan Jianwei angrily and said uncomfortably: "You have lost your good reputation, but I have blasphemed your Lord Tan. Wait until I kill that long-talking talker and let him see with his own eyes whether I have changed." Tan Jianwei took advantage of the chaos of the quarrel, stood up and put his hands on Yan Ruchen's shoulders, forcing him to sit down. The two were very close. Tan Jianwei cupped his hands as if to apologize. He looked at Yan Ruchen with a smile in his eyes and said, "Brother, don't argue with others." Yan Ruchen saw that he was getting an advantage and still acting like a good boy, and he was obviously secretly happy that he had the upper hand, so he sneered and said, not to be outdone, "You'd better get out of my 'golden house' tonight." After saying that, he shook off Tan Jianwei's hands on his shoulders, put a small gold cake for checkout on the table, his green clothes fluttering, stood up and was about to leave. How could Tan Jianwei let him go, so he used a clever move to pull him back to him. At this time, he vaguely heard something that even he had never heard of. Yan Ruchen vaguely heard the word "letter" or something like that, and his face turned red. Seeing Tan Jianwei's ears pricked up, he quickly covered his ears with his hands and said, "Don't listen to what is inappropriate. You are a gentleman, how can you listen to such a thing." Tan Jian was slightly anxious and heard that the letter was related to Yan Ruchen. He grabbed his hands, took off the jade belt from his waist, and tied them up with his backhand: "I will not be a gentleman today." It was the monk who was just worried. He pretended to be mysterious and said: "Back then, he thought he could control Sect Master Tan like he did in his previous life, but he never thought that Sect Master Tan would beat him up. So he was at a loss and wrote this letter begging for mercy. There are nearly ten thousand words in the lines. He mentioned the feelings between the brothers in the past. He only hoped that Sect Master Tan would take care of the old relationship and spare his life." A monk who was not afraid of death said: "Who doesn't know that Yan Gou is arrogant and arrogant? How can I let you know that such a letter is probably nonsense?" Normally, Yan Ruchen would have definitely taken action to teach this person a lesson, but now he saw that even though he said vulgar words, he inadvertently protected his own face, so he nodded. "Brother, what's the letter? Why don't I know it?" Looking at his expression, Yan Ruchen knew that this matter could not be fooled. Tan Jianwei seemed to be a good talker, but he was used to being a grinder and would never give up until he asked what he wanted. Yan Ruchen had nothing to do with him. He glanced at his tied hands and Tan Jian untied them for him with a smile. The two ordered another pot of sencha and said, "Actually, what that person said was somewhat true, but what I wrote so eloquently was not to plead with you for mercy, but to accuse you." Tan Jianwei knew that his senior brother's mouth was hard to pry out of a clam shell, so he let it take its course and continued on his behalf: "But after thinking about it, I felt that I was right, so I only wrote the first half of the letter that stated our friendship. Who would have thought that it would be misunderstood as a 'love letter', right?" Yan Ruchen couldn't refuse the debt and snorted coldly: "To this day, I still refuse to admit or correct my mistakes. Human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds, and people's hearts are as fleeting as water. I have no regrets. But Tan Ji, I am the only one who feels guilty for you." The two of them secretly poked and hooked their hands under the small table and stool. Tan Jian smiled slightly and said, "Where do we start talking about this?" . . . . . . Yan Ruchen looked at him with tears in her eyes, and Tan Jian was stunned for a moment. Wasn't that how he was taken advantage of back then? Intention: After dealing with me for a long time, I would rather be me