Record of Blood and Tears of Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 8 Sleepy Thoughts

Qinghua came out of Zhenhai's tomb and took a bath in the hot spring in the back mountain as usual.

He was a little tired today, his cultivation had already spread his spiritual consciousness all over the Yuefeng Mountain, but if there was any abnormality, he could not escape his perception.

I scanned around with my spiritual sense to make sure that no desperate goblin monks dared to disturb me, so I relaxed and lay down by the spring.

Extremely exhausted, he has been sluggish in practice recently, and Qinghua soon fell into a deep sleep.

He had a dream in which he turned back into a child.He secretly went down for 33 days without telling his father. The heavenly court was no bigger than 33 days away, but there were more palaces and more lively. He kept walking north until he came to a palace wall.

Further north, there is the long snowfield in the extreme north.

Three or two branches of white plums protrude from the wall, beautiful and lovely; what's even more wonderful is that the white plums are dyed purple, pure white with bright colors, gorgeous but not vulgar, really beautiful.

Little Qinghua was born with Pangu's cultivation, and at the age of six or seven, he was very powerful. Not to mention a wall in the Three Realms, there were not many gods who could stop him.

He jumped casually and lightly, but was bounced back by the palace wall and fell on his back.

What a bad wall!Little Qinghua lacked a lot of wisdom, so he tested the palace's restrictions first, but he couldn't see the bottom; Xiao Qinghua's newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and it took a long time to use Pangu's cultivation to open a small mouth with a finger. Xiao Qinghua had fun, struggling with the palace wall, and spent half a day opening a small hole that only a child could pass through.

Xiao Qinghua tried his best to jump into the plum garden, and the plum blossoms all over the garden came into his sight, and he looked straight.

The fallen petals are colorful, colorful and innocent, deep in the plum blossom, there is faintly a different kind of purple.

Out of curiosity, I walked inside, opened the three thousand plum blossoms, and saw a person.

The man in purple clothes stood with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Qinghua saw all the extreme people since she was a child. Those who can live 33 days away are saints and great gods who transcended the three realms.In comparison, the gods in the heavens are mediocre.

Tianting looked around, but he didn't see any better people, so he was a little bit uninterested. There are many gods in Nuoda's Tianting, and none of them can exceed 33 days.

Although Xiao Qinghua is small, he has a sharp vision, and the elegant Mei'e Junxian looks ordinary to him.

At this moment, in front of his eyes, the figure of that person was only visible, and Xiao Qinghua was already holding his breath.

He couldn't help lowering his voice and asked, "Who are you?"

The man turned his head amidst the three thousand plum blossoms, his eyes shining beyond the stars.

Xiao Qinghua has never seen brighter eyes than this one, nor anyone more beautiful than that person.

His little heart was beating wildly.

The man seemed to smile lightly at him, and Xiao Qinghua's head was hit hard, and he cried out with an ah.

"Ziwei!" Qinghua woke up with a loud cry.

Looking around, it is still the back mountain of Yuefeng Mountain, and it is still this wild spring.

Qinghua's heart was beating so fast that he couldn't tell whether it was just a dream or a real memory from his childhood.

He pondered for a long time in the clouds, dreams and reality reminded him of past and present lives, the hot spring water was warm and moist, and his eyes gradually became clear.

He could see clearly the mountains, rocks and trees beyond the mist, and also... the little man standing by the spring.

"Lou Yue?" Qinghua was a little puzzled, he restricted this place, Lou Yue never set foot here.

"Master." The voice floated through the steaming water vapor in the pool, a little unreal, bouncing up and down.

It's Lou Yue!

How could Xiaolou break through the restriction to enter?Qinghua was surprised, but then realized that Lou Yue is the tallest primate of Yuefeng, and there is no place in Yuefeng Mountain that Lou Yue can't go to. Speaking of it, he, the wandering fairy, occupies the magpie's nest.

Qinghua was suddenly in a daze, now Lou Yue broke his restriction and entered the hot spring, just like he broke Ziwei's restriction in his dream and entered the plum garden...

Qinghua hadn't regained his composure yet, he heard crickets in his ears, and looked up, the small building had already taken off his clothes and waded into the hot spring.

Is this for a shared bath?

Although Lou Yue is only a six-year-old child, Qinghua never likes to have too much contact with people, even the Lou Yue he brought with him, after Lou Yue was three years old, he no longer had any intimate behaviors such as hugging.

Sharing a bath?As soon as these two words entered Qinghua's mind, before his consciousness could react, his body had already reacted, and the water spewed out with a "splash", and Qinghua wrapped his long gown and stood by the spring.

The two masters, one standing by the water, the other immersed in the water, stared wide-eyed.

The more the small building was immersed in the water, I didn't know if it was soaked in water vapor, but it was still soaked. His eyes were clouded, like tears, and a pair of lacquered eyes stared blankly at the master by the water.

If the building was bigger, he would probably say something appropriate to the occasion: "The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side."

In Lou Yue's eyes, the master has always been omnipotent.At this moment, Qinghua stood at the edge of the water somewhat at a loss, closing his open gown with one hand, his long wet hair hung in locks on his chest, extending to his waist, soaking most of his clothes.The most intoxicating thing is those eyes, which are full of sparkles.

Behind Qinghua is the highest peak of Yuefeng Mountain. One person, one mountain corresponds to "the water is the wave of the eyes, and the mountain is the gathering of eyebrows and peaks".

Xiaolou became more and more dazed, and called out "Master, Master" twice, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Even if he can't recite poems, a six-year-old child has unconsciously planted a heart of "sleeping and thinking about clothes".

Due to the 40 years of training practiced by Gou Chen's smuggling, Xiao Louyue is still a six-year-old boy in stature, but he is much more mature in mind, comparable to a teenager in his teens.At this time, he gradually developed gender consciousness. After soaking in the water, he felt warm and dizzy. The warm water penetrated his bones and the beautiful scenery entered his heart.

The more Xiaolou felt that the hot spring was soaking into his heart, he thought for a while, "Did I get dizzy?", and then thought, "Why did the master hide when he saw me?" After all, he was still a child. , a little bit of loss and grievance rose in my heart, and tears slid out of my watery eyes.

It's not the kind of crying that didn't care about the sky and the earth in the past, it's crying silently.

Since Lou Yue was six years old, he seldom cried, his eyes seemed to be valved, and he refused to burst into tears easily.At this time, looking at the master with red eyes, he unconsciously flapped his hands twice in his hands. The movement was like when he was walking unsteadily at Qinghua when he was a child, crying while walking towards Qinghua: "Master, Yueer wants hug."

Qinghua naturally didn't understand the psychological activities in front of Xiaolou Yue, but he understood the last move - the child was wronged.

That's right, the master didn't want the apprentice to get close to him. This matter was probably a huge blow to the apprentice.

Qinghua said softly, "Don't be afraid. Hot spring water is different from sea water. It comes from the heat from the ground. Don't be alarmed."

Lou Yue nodded, still staring straight at Qinghua, not knowing whether he understood or not, his eye circles were getting redder, looking extremely sad and unwilling to cry, Qinghua felt his heart soften.

He sighed softly, tied on his clothes, waded into the middle of the water in his clothes, scooped up the child with both hands, and carried the child out of the water.

The child naturally wrapped his hands around the master's neck, lowered his head and leaned against the master's chest.

This was the last time Lou Yue was hugged by his master in his memory.

The water is warm, and the embrace is warm. Although he is Zhen Hailing, he likes sea water more than hot springs, but after this incident, Lou Yue fell in love with bathing in the hot springs in the back mountain.Although he will never see the master bathing again, and he will never want to spend time with the master in the pool again, but he is inexplicably greedy for that pool of hot springs, like the embrace of the six-year-old.

Four years later, Lou Yue was ten years old.

Mortals, elves, birds and beasts are not allowed to enter the hot spring in Houshan.

A young man soaked in it, with his neck raised high, revealing a little bit of his Adam's apple.

For a long time, the boy didn't move at all, his chest was throbbing evenly, his cheeks were covered with water, the steam made his cheeks flushed, and there were water drops on his long eyelashes, the water droplets rolled, and his eyelashes trembled Shaking, the water drops fell on the surface of the pool, and slipped into the spring silently.

At the same time, the eyelashes are opened, and the water vapor envelops a pair of star eyes, which are dazzling and dazzling.

The young man looked into the distance, as if he was waiting for someone.

After a while, there was a breeze in the forest.

An expression of joy appeared on the boy's mind. He dived to the bottom of the water.

A Taoist man in long gown walked out of the forest. His appearance could not be said to be very special, but his aura stood out from the crowd.

The Taoist habitually looked around, except for his outer shirt, while untying the belt of his inner jacket, he stuck out his toes to test the water.

Suddenly, he withdrew his foot and stared at the water with a serious expression.

While tying back the belt, he raised his hand to pull the outer shirt back on his body.He shouted to the surface of the water warily: "Whoever is under the water, please come quickly."

Ripples appeared on the surface of the water, and the boy slowly came out of the water, revealing his unique young white and tender skin.

The Taoist snorted and called out, "Yue'er?"

The wet hair in front of the forehead half blocked Lou Yue's eyes, and the water fog was lingering around, making it difficult to see Lou Yue's expression clearly, his voice sounded expectant: "Master is also coming to take a bath?"

Qinghua froze for a moment, and quickly fastened his outer shirt: "Go ahead, I have other things to do as a teacher."

"Master usually comes at this time, why are there other things at this time today?" Lou Yue's voice was full of doubts.

Qinghua was intimidated by Lou Yue from a young age, and as Lou got older, he became more difficult to deal with. He was almost in danger of lying to Lou Yue, so he had to disarm and said, "You take a bath first, as a teacher, there is no hurry."

Lou Yue burst out of the water: "Why can't master take a bath with Yue'er."

Qinghua started coaxing habitually: "The pool is small..."

Before he finished speaking, Lou Yue waded to the front, his whole body exposed to the water.

The young man's body is beautiful and energetic, the water flows down from the stairs, slides over the chest, slides to the waistline, slides to the stomach, slides to...

Although Qinghua used to lead Louyue by hand, as Louyue grew older, the two of them, master and apprentice, seldom had any intimacy.

Qinghua suddenly discovered that the child had grown into half an adult unconsciously.

He was only half a head taller than him.

Is the child growing up too fast?Is a mortal ten-year-old boy this tall?Qinghua thought to himself.