After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Qiu Lingjun didn't sleep well.

Damp with cold sweat, he closed his eyes, tears oozed from under his crow-feather eyelashes, his limbs throbbed, especially his eyes, burning with stinging pain: "Huh..."

Qiu Lingjun did not worship Immortal Master Hongxue for no reason.

Dao Lingyan is an innate treasure, but his biological mother's cultivation level is low. When Qiu Lingjun was conceived, her innate spiritual power was seriously insufficient. This directly caused Qiu Lingjun to be able to open his eyes only eleven years after he was born, and he is still subject to many restrictions until now.

Especially his eyes, rioting from time to time.

The treasures that can nourish Qiu Lingjun's body in the world are either extinct or the secrets of various sects. The seniors of Qiu's parents can only have the cheek to stuff Qiu Lingjun into Ling Xuefeng.

They are all your disciples, it is not too much for Yue Mingquan to take care of his disciples.

The cold pool where Xie Yu soaked is famous, named Yueming.

It is the innate spiritual treasure that Hongxue Xianzun took from destroying a small realm, which can make up for the innate spiritual power that Qiu Lingjun lacked in the mother's womb.

Qiu Lingjun didn't realize that he was ill again until midnight.

It hurts, it hurts.

Scratching his heart and liver, he wished he could dig out his own eyes.Sweat soaked the quilt, and he rolled on the ground, his face contorted: "Woo, woo..."

The wailing sound was like that of a puppy, broken into pieces and unable to form a tone.

Gold rings fell off, hair was disheveled.

Pain is only one aspect.

Qiu Lingjun is afraid of the dark, what blind people "see" is not darkness, but emptiness.Silence without color or texture.

He hugged his head, tears wet his eyelashes, wet his cheeks, and almost lost his ability to speak: "Help, save me..."

No one can comprehend the terror of a blind man who regains his sight and becomes blind again.

He couldn't think, he just shrunk his head and wept subconsciously.

Qiu Lingjun had a bad childhood.

Those oppressive traitors left a mark on him that would be difficult to get rid of for life.

He is so beautiful because of his eyes.

Enough of the pain too.

Xiao Zefeng was silent.

The only living creature, the firefinch, did not dare to approach the small building, and fell asleep under a peach tree.

Xie Yu was farther away, his limbs were eroded by the cold, and he was still kneeling in the Moonlight Tan.

No one answered.

……

Xie Yu was delayed for a full two hours.

He stood up, put on his robe, and walked out of Yueming Spring slowly.

Looking at Xiaoze Peak in the distance, he suddenly remembered a long time ago.

Xiao Zefeng had plenty of aura, and Huoque slept soundly.

The cold was sweeping, it spread its wings, and saw a white figure walking slowly on the silver grass, the flowers and plants were withered and yellow, the hoarfrost condensed, and the mist was misty.

Heidou couldn't hide the astonishment in his eyes.

Where did Xianjun go to practice?The chill is so heavy.

Qiu Lingjun also noticed it.

He grabbed the edge of the bed, and the tears in his eyelashes were also clotted, a little frosty white.

The coldness was piercing, his skin was stinging, his closed eyes "looked" at the door, his hands and feet were frozen cold by the cold air, but this seemed to have brought back a little bit of his consciousness: "Master, senior brother..."

Xie Yu was at the door.

Condescending, half-wet clothes.

His appearance is dusty, his skin is as cold as jade, and he looks like a banished fairy.

Qiu Lingjun called out eagerly, as if grasping at straws.

Stumbled up and got up: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother..."

Something tripped under his feet, and when he was about to fall, someone helped him.

The man's hand was very steady, haunting Mei Xiang: "Be careful."

Qiu Lingjun's breathing became disordered, and he crashed into Xie Yu's arms, ignoring the cold that penetrated his spinal cord, even though he was shivering from the cold: "Senior brother."

He buried it, his teeth chattering: "I'm afraid."

I didn't dare to say that I couldn't see it. I always felt that this was a very shameful thing.

He was even more afraid that Xie Yu would dislike him.

……

"blind."

"Bitch!"

"I don't know if I have a heart disease."

"Stay away from him."

"I heard that a blind man's ears are very sensitive. Can he avoid being hit by a stone?"

"My mother said, he must be a sinner, otherwise he wouldn't be blind."

……

Xie Yu looked at the junior brother who was buried in his arms, lowered his eyelashes, and gently stroked his back: "Don't be afraid."

Qiu Lingjun was still trembling.

But he didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or because of the Yueming spring water on Xie Yu's body. He felt that the stinging pain in his eyes was slightly relieved, and he could vaguely see a little light, which was as white as snow, as bright as the moon, and as silvery as frost: "...Master, Brother."

Xu knew that Xie Yu was ignorant of ordinary things, and he would not be jealous because of it. He felt that it was okay for Xie Yu to look at his ugly appearance, "I hurt so much...I..."

Spiritual energy was poured into his body familiarly.

Dispels the chill and pain.

Moisturizing his meridians that were almost drained by Dao Ling's eyes.

Qiu Lingjun grabbed Xie Yu's clothes tightly, he couldn't see it, so he felt it more clearly.

Those people are right, the blind man's ears work better.

His senior brother's voice was still cold: "Don't be afraid."

As if feeling too blunt, he added, "I am here."

The correct word order should be: I am here, not afraid.

Qiu Lingjun calmed down, this was the easiest time for him to fall ill since he was born.

I don't even know when to fall asleep.

Daylight streamed in through the windows.

The house was in a mess, and the carpet was soaked with water, leaving traces of dry water.The fragments of broken cups and cups cast bright spots on the edge of the bed, making people dizzy.

Qiu Lingjun's eyelashes trembled.

The spiritual power in the body is full, and there is no burning sensation in the eyes.

He looks sideways.

Xie Yu leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep, his black hair partly scattered, and his outer robe was open.His eyelids are slightly deep, and his face is as frosty as snow. Even with his eyes closed, he still has a coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Qiu Lingjun rolled over and got up.

He leaned over, right next to Xie Yu's ear, very affectionately: "Senior brother."

In his impression, Xie Yu's clothes were never messed up, it seems that he was really tired last night.

It took several seconds for Xie Yu to regain clarity after opening his eyes.

Soon, he got up, glanced at the sunlight, and straightened his clothes while saying, "You're late for morning class."

Qiu Lingjun who thought Xie Yu would say something: "..."

That's it?He fell ill yesterday, "Brother..." He shook his head again after speaking halfway, "Forget it."

Anyway, Xie Yu didn't understand either.

His senior brother doesn't understand anything except cultivation.

Xie Yu didn't want to say more.

He pushed open the door and walked straight out.

Qiu Lingjun looked at Xie Yu's back, with the corners of his lips curved and his eyes wide open.

He is still a teenager, and he doesn't understand his feelings yet, he only feels his heart is hot and full of joy.

Most of the handyman disciples have mediocre qualifications, receive few resources, and are not valued, so they are basically hopeless in their cultivation.Generally, after staying in Jianzong for 30 to [-] years, he will be sent out to take care of the Zongmen's property. If he is lucky, he can stay in the Zongmen as a steward.

They may still have ambitions when they first come, but it is difficult to practice, and longevity is even more extravagant. Many people devote themselves to forming cliques so that they can find a good position in the future.

A thin brown-clothed handyman with pale cheeks was surrounded by several tall and burly disciples.

"Why didn't you hand in the spirit stone when I asked you?"

"Your aptitude is at the bottom of all the handymen, and you still dream of immortality?"

"ridiculous."

"I came to Jianzong to cultivate!" The young man bit his lip, "I..."

"I'm still not convinced."

"Fight, just conquer."

"Wait, don't touch his face. This kid has delicate skin and tender flesh. Brother Zhang has been thinking about him for a long time."

The word caring is extremely obscene.

"Isn't he a man?"

"Men have more flavor."

"Ecstasy is also haunting."

Those who can enter the Sword Sect are generally at the age of the governor, and there is no hope of practicing, and they are inevitably greedy for the world of mortals.

kinky.The rambunctious words are full of obscenities and insults.

The young man lowered his head in humiliation, stubbornly scratching at the corner of his clothes, tears welling from the corners of his eyes.

Qiu Lingjun was rarely late.

Passing by here by chance, he listened with interest.

How do men play?Still in ecstasy?

He rested his chin, lost in thought.

As for the impending bullying?None of his business.

At worst, kill him.

In the depths of the flowers, there is a person standing quietly, dressed in black and snow-skinned, with a golden ring shining.

Especially a pair of light-colored white eyes that are close to nothing, the Taoism is sublime, and the mind is intoxicated.

Shui Wushuang was startled.

... Qiu, Qiu Lingjun?

The true disciple of Jianzong, the peerless Tianjiao.

Qiu Lingjun also saw Shui Wushuang.

His appearance is just plain: "..."

Qiu Lingjun frowned, obviously he had never seen it before, but he felt similar.

Shui Wushuang didn't dare to look at Qiu Lingjun.

He quickly lowered his head, still trembling.

Those handyman disciples were already approaching.

Ringing, ringing.

The bells on the golden ring struck crisply, and one person walked out slowly. He broke a flower, lifted Shui Wushuang's chin lightly, and said coldly, "Look up."

The few remaining people stopped suddenly and looked at each other with different expressions.

On that day, at the top of Shenglong Peak.

One person and one sword stir up the clouds and see the sky.

The cold flower branches are delicate and sharp.

Shui Wushuang resisted the fear, and said timidly, "Master...Senior brother..."

His eyes are the prettiest, with the inside of the eyelids bared and the pupils pitch black, but because of the rounded corners of the eyes, they are a little more innocent.

Very similar.

Like a brother's eyes.

It's just that the senior brother's eyes are mostly indifferent... but this person's eyes are full of timidity and fear, and the color of water can be vaguely seen.

So close.

The mist in Shui Wu's eyes was even worse, and his fingers bent slightly, almost scratching the palm of his hand.

So nervous.They were very different people, he never thought about it...

Qiu Lingjun opened his lips: "It's disgusting."

He leaned over, and there was no smile in his eyes, "If you make such a disgusting expression with these eyes again, I will dig them out with my own hands."

Shui Wushuang stopped breathing.

His face paled.