The Stars Cross the Frost Ocean

A little slack, lips a little pale, a man in plain clothes like snow, with a beautiful smile appeared in his half-closed eyes, his almond eyes were curved, full of vitality, as beautiful as the ignorant of the world in the nine days The pure beauty of Xingyue.

Suddenly, the pain in the body was not so great, and the figure of the man was gradually blurred and not very clear.

It turns out that sometimes, even recalling a person's voice and smile can really become a luxury.

Zhuo Qing weakly pulled out a wry smile, his eyes were gentle.The whole body was plunged into the vast darkness, and suddenly, that person's warm voice rang in his ears again.

"What's your name"

"Zhuo...qing."

"Which Zhuo, which Qing"

"Excellent Zhuo, cool breeze."

I have already closed my eyes, gradually lost consciousness, my whole body is light and light, and I can't feel anything, even the loss of vitality and the fear of impending death.

It turned out that when he was dying, he was not afraid, nor greedy, nor helpless, but just kept thinking about him, Bai Yu.

……

In the distance, another large group of white-clothed monks attacked. Seeing Xue Yang, who was seriously injured, his face was full of anger and prestige, and he was about to step forward.

A sword pierced deep into the head monk's feet, and there was a heavy trembling sound, making him unable to take a step forward.The familiar sword was Fuxue, and it was Song Lan! Xiao Xingchen quickly went to help Xue Yang, leaned him into his arms, and used his spiritual power to heal his wounds.Xue Yang opened his eyes, filled with complicated emotions.

Old things

early spring.

The cold river has just melted, and there is still crystal and fine snow at the end of the branches. When the golden sun shines, it immediately exudes a warm atmosphere.The willow buds have quietly emerged from the wood layer, breathing the cool and moist air with head held high.

street.The golden sun shone on his bare skin piece by piece, and the clothes had been torn several times, and they were too tattered.It was such a ragged boy, his face was pale with cold, and his lips were so dry that they lost all blood.Trembling, curled up into a ball, the cold wind still permeated his body mercilessly, and the stinging chill covered every sense.

He is Zhuo Qing.The second young master of the Zhuo family who was supposed to be pampered and pampered, but because his mother died of dystocia and hemorrhage at birth, he was framed by the eldest lady and Dao Ke killed his mother.Fortunately, there is still a father who protects him, so he can gain a foothold.But as he got older day by day, whenever Zhuo Qing was emotional, there would be a faint red light flashing between his brows, coupled with Da Furen's embellishment, almost everyone thought he was an unknown person for a while.Although he still stays in the mansion, he can't call his biological father his father, he can only call him master, and he lives like a lowly handyman, suffering from rape.Finally, when he was 10 years old, his father died.The eldest lady immediately drove out this thorn in her side that she hated deeply, because of the ominous rumors, no one dared to take him in.So this street became his home.Every day if you are lucky, you will pick up other people's leftovers, and if you are not lucky, you will chew some grass roots and leaves.Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons change, and there is only the white mourning dress that mourned my father that day, and I can't see the original appearance.This has become a symbol of his bad luck.When he approached anyone, there was no one who didn't hold his nose and walked away in disgust.Therefore, every day, the alms he received, even a copper coin, seemed like a gift from heaven, even though the copper coin often carried the contempt and disgust of passers-by.

No matter how beautiful Fengyue is in his mouth, it is just a passing cloud to him.

Redemption, he didn't even dare to think about these two words.

Feelings are even more out of reach for him.

It's just the humble dust in the dirt, how dare you expect the bright stars in the night...

Until that sunset, the man was dressed in white clothes, with a warm smile, like a fairy descended from the sky, stretched out his hand to him, and escaped from the boundless sea of ​​suffering in the dark abyss.

The magnificent and splendid buildings are like fairy palaces and pavilions.The vermilion brick walls, the green tiles, and the two eaves look like eagles soaring high, majestic and vast.This is the largest monastic family in Pingcheng.He stood there blankly, feeling as if he was dreaming.The young man who brought him back was about the same age as him, but his whole body already exuded a natural and gentle aura, and he was known to be extraordinary just by looking at him.The corners of the young man's lips were always raised upwards, facing the dazzling sunlight, Zhuo Qing's eyes were dazzled by the delicate and soft profile of his side face for a moment.

"What's your name?" The boy suddenly asked, his voice soft like a piece of soft velvet.Zhuo Qing was a little flustered, and when he raised his eyes, he suddenly met the clear eyes of the young man who was full of smiles.His pupils are very special, amber, as clear as glass, like a piece of warm yellow crystal clear jade. "I..." Zhuo Qing was momentarily speechless as if the softest part of his heart had been touched.

The young man's smile became brighter, his cheeks were slightly red, and he seemed a little shy: "I am Bai Yu. You don't have to be afraid of me. It looks like you are about the same age as me. I just told the master that he and the other senior brothers are about to I’m coming from the training ground. When I see them later, if you’re really scared, just stop me. I’m not the same as the brothers. They are all monks, they fight and kill all day long, and they are used to being rough. But you You have to believe that none of them have any malicious intentions. They just like to provoke people to play. If you report my name, they will stop pestering you again."Hearing Wen Xi's tone of voice, Zhuo Qing felt inexplicably at ease, and was also infected with a bit of a smile unconsciously.Gathering up my courage, I remembered how I used to secretly lie on the back hill watching the maid teach my brother etiquette, and tried to imitate it as closely as possible.He really wanted to make a good impression on this peer who claimed to be Bai Yu.Considering his tone, he tried his best to sound solemn: "My name is Zhuo Qing." Bai Yu asked softly: "Which one is Zhuo, which one is Qing?" After hesitating for a few times, he finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked: "You just said that you are different from them, what do you mean?" Bai Yu listened to his slightly dry and hoarse voice, smiled apologetically, and went straight to fetch a cup of tea .Porcelain white delicate texture, with the delicate fragrance of lotus leaves, but extremely cool.

"What kind of tea is this?" Zhuo Qing asked after staring at Bai Yu's hand holding the teacup for a while.Bai Yu said gently and authentically: "This is the tea made from lotus petals on the summer solstice every year. Here, try it quickly." Zhuo Qing took it, and when he touched his warm fingertips, a trace of warmth rose in his eyes.Take a sip, it's really good, the taste is very sweet.Bai Yu's moist voice sounded again, softly and very pleasantly: "Also, about your question just now. I am the only student in the sect who studies medicine, and the master takes care of me a bit. Dare to provoke me. However, they don’t talk to me very often.” In the second half of the sentence, it seemed a little sad, and the eyelashes drooped, casting two faint blue shadows on the eyelids, resembling two rows of people who are about to Falling feathers.

Endless pity welled up in Zhuo Qing's heart, and he secretly vowed to treat him well forever.

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However, Zhuo Qing was often bullied in the church, and he didn't want to let Bai Yu know that he was weak and incompetent, so he never told him.Bai Yu also bumped into him a few times, and after angrily reprimanding those monks, he nagged a lot at Zhuo Qing with some reproaches.Every time at this time, Zhuo Qing felt very ashamed, wishing to find a crack in the ground to escape, but he didn't want to spend time with Bai Yu, so he could only secretly make up his mind to become stronger and kill all those who bullied him. They were bullied one by one, it was best for Bai Yu to see her progress and prestige, so as to save herself some face.

Until that day, he heard two monks whispering in the church:

Cultivator 1 (gossip): "Hey, do you know? That Bai Yu who studied medicine turned out to be an outcast too! I heard that his mother was in a brothel, and she got pregnant with him once. Later, the old bustard thought he was a burden, so he sold him. Our master thought he was spiritually good, so he brought him here! Hey, you said, the spirituality is not bad, why can’t you even hold a sword? Staying with those bottles and cans all day. I wondered, why should we all pay him three respects?!"

Cultivator 2 (contemptuous): "Exactly! If you want me to tell you, a person from such a humble background, why should he pretend to be noble? He should go to work as a low-level handyman. But don't tell me, that kid, he looks so good. But it’s not bad~ If it’s a girl, I’ll marry her no matter what! It’s a pity, alas~”

Cultivator 1 (joking): "What's wrong with men? Men can also be prostitutes~" The two laughed together.

Not far away, Zhuo Qing unexpectedly saw the shadow of Bai Yu turning and running away, feeling a little sullen in his heart, a streak of red streaked across his eyebrows, and his mind was buzzing.Walking slowly towards the two monks, his eyes were cold, and his whole body was full of hostility: "What are you talking about?!"

Bai Yu heard the sound of fighting, but found that the two monks were pressing Zhuo Qing to the ground, pounding Zhuo Qing's body with their clenched fists, cursing while beating: "You think you are still Which honorable young master? How dare you challenge me with such a three-legged cat? You can’t control yourself! You’re just dreaming!” After finishing speaking, he spat at him fiercely.Bai Yu was anxious and angry, yelled and drove away the two monks, knelt down beside Zhuo Qing, carefully helped him up, and leaned on him, blaming him with a bit of heartache, said: "Why are you doing this? What they say is true. I am indeed born like that, and this is my own business. But what does this have to do with you? Why do you bother to hurt yourself?" Zhuo Qingjing