Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

In the darkness, amidst the children's laughter, there were a few muffled sounds.

"Go away." It was a boy's voice. "Didn't anyone tell you not to lie on the floor?"

The noise of children is heard from far and near, and the sound of the soles of shoes stepping on the stone road seems to be in the ears.With a few "pops", it seemed that someone jumped over the boy who fell on the ground.

There was the sound of rustling clothes rubbing against each other, and was interrupted by a loud "boom".The boy let out a "huh" from his mouth, as if his jaw hit the ground.The laughter of the surrounding children grew stronger.

"It's such a pity about this new dress." The girl's voice was full of laughter, "The ceremony is approaching, and you only got to wear one while Daddy is in a good mood. When Daddy sees you like this..."

She let out a silvery laugh. "Don't tell me, these shoe prints match you quite well." Another boy's voice said, "It's like the prints on clothes."

"Brother, why do you need to tell him?" The girl scolded softly, "Anyway, he is blind, so he doesn't know. Let him bring this shoe print and show it in front of Daddy, so what can I do. Daddy won't I will scold you for this."

"That's right, that's right." The boy smiled. He lowered his voice, as if whispering to the girl, but he could hear it clearly in the Huishi: "After he cleans up by himself, I'll kick him again." , and print a few more for him."

The cloth slammed softly, and the boy who fell on the ground seemed to stand up silently.His hands patted the clothes, making a "squeaky" sound, as if he was removing the dust from his body.

"Master, miss, the master is already urging you, come to the front yard quickly." The voice of a middle-aged woman floated from not far away, her voice was gentle.

"Go right away!" The boy replied with a smile.A stone cut through the air, made a small sound, and bounced on the body.

With a sound of "boom", the boy who was beaten was in pain and yelled in a low voice.

"Don't dawdle, clean up quickly." The boy who played the stones said impatiently, "After cleaning up, lie down on the ground and let me step on it twice. Daddy is still waiting."

The boy who was beaten was silent, only the sound of slapping the cloth could be heard.At the same time, there was the sound of small branches crossing the stone road, "swipe-swipe", small and rhythmic, getting closer and closer.

"Oh! What are you doing!" the girl suddenly exclaimed, "Sweeping the floor in the early morning! The dust is all on me!"

"Miss, I'm sorry." Qingyue's youthful voice sounded, unhurried, neither humble nor overbearing, his tone was gentle and polite, but seemed to contain some disdain, "For the sake of the ceremony, the cleaner the house, the better. Let's go to the lobby."

The sound of slapping cloth stopped, but the sound of sweeping the floor continued.The girl cursed and said a few words, but seeing that the boy ignored him, she stamped her feet.

"Brother!" she called.

The urging voice of the woman in the distance became more and more urgent.The boy snorted.

"When the ceremony is over, I'll have dad drive you away!" He threatened.

"Okay." The boy said slowly, "I'll wait."

The boy snorted, "It's unlucky" he whispered, and then the sound of footsteps gradually drifting away from the bluestone board.The siblings seem to have drifted away.The bullied boy exhaled lightly, and continued to pat the dust off his body.

The sweeping sound stopped. "You're really useless," said the boy.

The boy's action of patting his clothes paused.He didn't speak.

"You are also the young master of the Fang family. I, a servant, dare to laugh at you." The young man said, "This is too embarrassing. You can't speak? Can't argue?"

"...It's useless to talk." The boy finally said a word, his voice was thin and small, but he was very calm, without a hint of cowardice, "Father won't care."

"Have you thought of any way, how to prevent other people in this family from laughing at you?" There was a whistling wind in the darkness, it seemed that the young man was bored and was waving the broom in his hand at will.

"There is no way." The boy replied lightly, "As a concubine, my mother died early, and I was born blind. I was born in a monastic family, but I don't have the slightest aura. They should laugh at me."

"What if you become stronger?" Zhao Xuehan asked.

"I can't become stronger." The boy said, "I have no status, can't see, and can't cultivate. I can only beg for a bite of food by being cautious, otherwise I will be kicked out of the house and live on the street. Know yourself."

"Only when they are as weak as me, will they not mock me. But this time will never come."

The boy's tone was flat, as if he was talking about other people's business.The boy stopped swinging the broom.The surroundings became extremely silent, and even the sound of the wind could not be heard.

"What if they are all dead?" the young man asked softly.

"I will die too." The boy replied, "I don't have the ability to survive. If I lose my support, I can only die."

"What if you're not dead?"

"..." The boy was silent.

"If I'm not dead, what can I do?" He whispered, "In this world, the Fang family is not the only one who cultivates the Tao, there are thousands of people who can see with their eyes. People bullying? Who can have such a great ability to make all the people with deep cultivation and good eyesight die?"

The boy suddenly laughed.His laughter was clear and loud, as if he was fearless.

"Interesting." The boy said with a smile, "I can't see it, but you have a lot of ideas."

An object flew over from the air, and the boy heard the wind and reached out to catch it.

"Sweep the floor for me." The boy said, "Sweep until you can't see a single leaf on the ground."

"...I couldn't see at all." The boy was a little speechless.

"I don't care." The boy said, "You just sweep in this yard, if you sweep well, maybe your hard days will come to an end.

"No matter what happens, don't move, don't leave. Unless..."

The soft breathing came into the boy's ears.The boy seemed to come closer and speak close to the boy's face.

"I'll pick you up."

The boy stood there blankly for a while, and then, as the boy said, the sound of broomsticks touching the ground sounded.

Rituals and music sounded in the front yard, and soon after, people's warm greetings began to swell, crossing the house and spreading to the courtyard where the boy stayed.The ceremony, without the boy's participation, seemed to proceed as usual.

No one came to the boy and invited him to the front yard.The boy seemed to have been used to it for a long time, just sweeping the floor silently.When he didn't know how many times he touched the stone pond with the broom, and the branches made different sounds when they touched, there was a loud noise in the front yard. The sound was so loud that it seemed like a thunder had exploded directly in the yard.

Because the boy is blind, his hearing is much more sensitive than ordinary people.This loud noise made his ears ring for a while.When the ringing in his ears was about to stop, he heard people's lively conversation, which suddenly turned into miserable cries.

The boy sniffled, then retched. "The smell of blood." He whispered, holding a broom, standing in the backyard, not daring to move.

The sound of soft footsteps sounded, and the boy seemed to lift his foot and took two steps to the front yard, but he seemed to suddenly recall the boy's instructions and hesitated.

There was a sudden crackling sound all around, as if a fire was ignited.The people's screams came near and far away, they seemed to want to escape, they bumped around in this room, but in the end, their voices got quieter little by little, and after a while, the whole forest house fell into silence.

Suddenly, there was a soft "pop" sound in front of the boy, and low moan|groans sounded intermittently.

There was a muffled sound as the fabric was rubbed, and the boy seemed to be grabbed by the ankle by a hand with sticky liquid.His breathing became rapid in an instant, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, but the hand was still hanging on his ankle, not relaxing at all.

"...save...me" the person on the ground made an intermittent voice, it was the girl who laughed at the boy just now, but at this moment his voice has become rough and thin, completely different from the dexterous and lively person just now, "... Ah Shui,...help...me...help..."

Suddenly there was a loud gushing sound on the ground, as if the huge water bag was pinched by someone, and the girl whined a few times, making an extremely disgusting sound of vomiting.Then it stopped completely.

The boy froze, shaking like chaff all over.He seemed extremely terrified in his heart, he didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to leave.At this moment, a soft hand took his hand.

"I'm here." It was the boy's voice, "Let's go."

The teenager pulled the boy, crossed the corridor, and stopped after walking to the front yard.With the sound of the wind, the boy seemed to jump up and stood on a high place.

"Your family and relatives are all dead." The boy's voice came from top to bottom.

The boy was silent for a long time.

"Why?" he asked.

"The Fang family was civilized by cultivating Taoism, but they actually cultivated evil methods." The young man said unhurriedly, "Your father used human spirits to concoct alchemy in order to achieve Taoism and longevity. This ceremony is nothing more than a master of the demon world. A capable soul wants to use it for itself, so it suppresses it. Unexpectedly, this soul's evil spirit is too strong, and it just bites back."

"..." The boy remained silent.

"What?" the boy smiled, "You doubt me?"

"What didn't you do?" the boy asked.

"I didn't do anything." The young man said, "If I said I did, it was just to attract the evil spirit of that devil. Your father's family has suffered such a fate, it is all self-inflicted."

"When a person takes the soul pill, the atmosphere in his body is different from that of others. The devil's evil spirit only attacks those who use the soul pill to cultivate. Therefore, none of the people in this family who died because of this ceremony were wronged."

"And you." The young man said in a young voice, "You survived."

The boy heard the sound of ashes being lifted by the wind.Everything in the house seemed to have been burnt down.The carbonized beams collapsed to the ground, making a heavy sound.

"What's the use of me being alive," the boy whispered. "I'll be dead soon."

The boy didn't speak, he just exhaled lightly.In an instant, the darkness in the boy's sight turned into blood red.The boy yelped and covered his eyes with his hands.

"Don't worry." The boy said, with a smile in his voice, "It will be fine soon."

The blood red became lighter and weaker, and then faded, and a faint light poured in.The boy blinked.The sunlight poured in from the cracks of his fingers covering his eyes, and the lines in his palms were clearly imprinted into his eyes.

"I will put one soul in charge of the eyes among the seven souls of your six relatives into your eyes, and you will be able to see." The young man's voice sounded, "The one connecting these six souls is my own soul. "

The boy slowly put his hand down, and a piece of blue sky came into his eyes.He shifted his gaze in disbelief, looked around, and gradually fixed his eyes on the person in front of him.

An extremely handsome young man sat on the screen wall, looking down at him from a height.His black hair was tied back simply, blowing in the breeze.That exquisite face carried a light and meaningless expression, as if this devastated and blood-smelling house had nothing to do with him.

The boy's breathing became rapid. "You..." He opened his mouth, his voice lost his calmness for the first time, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

Seeing the boy's eyes meeting his own, the boy couldn't help but smile.He pulled one corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the boy in front of him as if looking at an interesting toy.

"I healed your eyes, and I also divided your soul." The young man said, "Now you can see, and you can practice."

The boy could hear his own heartbeat gradually accelerating.He took a deep breath and wanted to look at the boy again, but for some reason he kept avoiding his gaze.

"Will you be ridiculed, bullied, or will you die after that?"

Before the boy looked away, he saw the boy's eyes.The boy's purple eyes shone with a strange brilliance under the sun, like priceless but eerie gems.

"It's all up to you."