sun and moon return

Afterglow is like blood, Gu Hong's cry breaks.

On this piece of ruins and ruins, corpses are scattered all over the field, and there are ghosts all over the place.

The sticky blood color rolls down from the withered yellow leaves, reflecting the blood-stained plain clothes, and the messy hair flutters in the wind. The blood is pervasive, stretching in the red, standing tall, like a walking corpse.

From the wailing at the beginning to the silence until now, there seemed to be wild laughter and applause in the darkness.

Le Feidao!

The undulating chest was still beating with the heart of endless killing, and the blood-red eyes were filled with endless hatred. The evil spirit hidden in the darkness seemed to be ready to tear his remnant body apart at any time.

"Le Feidao!"

The smell of blood filled his nostrils. In the cold, Feidao woke up when he heard the call, his shoulders were slightly heavy. The man was pressing his shoulders, watching him with concern and seriousness, trying to get some reaction.

He tried to raise his hand, and in the darkness, the sound of heavy shackles came, and correspondingly, endless blood rushed to his face, staining his robe, hands, and spirit sword.

There was a turbulent churning in his stomach, his whole body was so cold that his blood stagnated, and the unstoppable shivering and retching made him crawl in the dirty blood.

"Immortal!" The familiar person is still calling.

Feidao finally regained a sliver of reason and looked up.

The place where the face should have been was empty and pale, and opposite to it was his own blood stained face and eyes full of hatred.

"Get lost!" He pushed the man down weakly, feeling the blood all over his body was boiling, shouting, and trying fiercely to tear him apart.

The man disappeared from the darkness.

In the cold, the only sound left was his panting.

His body seemed to be torn apart, he raised his head, and countless hands stretched out towards him from all directions, forming a dense net with endless sex, pain, and scolding, imprisoning him in it.

The world gradually became wider, and the darkness seemed to be invading further away. He fell to the ground helplessly and exhausted, curled up in a corner.

"Wow..."

The gentle sound of water came from my ears.

Consciousness ripples away with the lake, sinks in every corner, under the sun, rises and falls with the waves, only in this way can we get a moment of peace.Only in this way can the smell of blood on his body be eliminated.

He has long been unable to distinguish between day and night, and he does not know how many years of wandering, until in the endless peace and tranquility, it seems that someone has thrown a stone.

He looked at the ragged child in annoyance, sinking from the surface of the lake to the depths.

Who is he?

Swimming fish frightened past Zheli, and the sun illuminated the bubbles rising from the bottom of the lake through the surface of the lake.

He leisurely played in the water for a while, looking at the gradually sinking sun and the fish scale-like ripples on the lake, the smile on his face gradually faded. After a long time, as if he had made a final decision, he took a deep breath With a sigh of relief, he plunged towards the bottom of the water.

The orb on his neck was lifted out by the water waves, which gave him some comfort.

Zheli, whether he can stay in Qingwu Mountain depends on whether he can pass the test today!

Certainly possible!

He encouraged himself and went to the bottom of the water resolutely.

At the bottom of the dark water, there was a hazy spot of light, approaching him.

When Feidao's sluggish consciousness caught the only bright light at the bottom of the lake, the child seemed to choke on his saliva.

What kind of courage made him dive all the way here?Does he not want to live?

Sure enough, in Feidao's sluggish thoughts, the track of the light spot became mottled, struggling up and down in countless bubbles, and began to head towards the lake with all his strength.

But he was already too far away from the lake, and when the immature hand exhausted the last bit of strength to reach the lake again, he even lost the movement of breathing, and completely merged into the darkness.

Like a heavy iron block, it slowly sank to the bottom of the water surrounded by swimming fish.

Seeing the azure lake surface return to calm again, it seems that there is a wind blowing, stirring up a wave, and it is silent again.The spy clenched his fists.

"Crash!"

The calm lake surface was suddenly like a curtain, and someone pushed it away, and a barefoot man in plain clothes slowly walked out of it, holding the child in his arms, and walked towards the shore step by step.

The warm sunlight was shining on the grass, and Feidao laid Zheli on his stomach on the ground, a wave of spiritual power fell, like a heavy hammer falling on his back, the child suddenly coughed, and then curled up on the grass like a convulsion, coughing violently He said, as if he had to cough up his lungs before giving up.

If I had known this earlier, why bother sinking into the water.

Feidao looked at him indifferently, no different from looking at a stalk of grass or an ant on the ground.

His eyes fell on the beads dangling on Zheli's chest again.

Oh?

Presumably this is the light spot I saw at the bottom of the lake.

It was a precious orb with a good history. The reason why he went out to grab the child was not only because he was taught since he was a child not to leave him alone, but also because of this orb.

It smells familiar.

Familiar as an old friend, familiar... yet strange.

It's like the kind of friend you met when you were five or six years old and passed by ten years later.

He thought about it in his memory, but, unfortunately, there was no information about the aura of this bead at all.

The child was still coughing desperately and panting violently, but it had nothing to do with Feidao.

He turned around and walked towards the lake again numbly.

A burst of spiritual power came suddenly, flashed by inconspicuously, and his way was blocked by someone.

The man stared at him angrily, even his gray beard was trembling on his vicissitudes of face, I don't know if it was because of that child.

"Off!" He called out a little harshly.

The child on the ground seemed to have received some terrible order, so he rushed over and hugged Feidao's leg without caring about his breathing.

"The master is above, please accept the disciples!"

Even though he was out of breath, his face was flushed, and his hands were trembling, the child's words were still clear and fluent. Has he practiced it?

Feidao frowned, thinking it was ridiculous, he looked at Qingsheng with dissatisfaction written all over his face: "I don't accept disciples."

The restraint on the feet tightened suddenly, the child raised his head, rather pitifully, he looked at Qingsheng as if asking for help: "Master..."

Qing Sheng's complexion was even worse. He had already been pissed off several times in the face of this villain. After the Battle of Killing Demons, he sank to the bottom of the lake and pretended to ignore the world with his five senses. Now that he had managed to trick him out, how could he let him go again? he go? !

It’s better to accept a sweet potato than to accept you!

"I have accepted Zheli as a disciple for you," he said in a majestic and irrefutable tone, "From now on, Zheli will be your personal heir."

Zheli looked at Feidao eagerly again.

Ah.

Feidao looked at Qingsheng coldly, no one could force him to do what he didn't want to do.

He walked towards the lake again, the confinement on his feet tightened a bit, and the child simply sat cross-legged on his feet.

"Master, accept me as your apprentice, I will be obedient!" With tears in his eyes, he looked at Feidao.

Qing Sheng was even more straightforward, pushing him directly with a palm, Feidao deflected his palm and pushed him again.

Unexpectedly, with this push, Qing Sheng not only retreated a few steps, but a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Feidao looked at Qingsheng in surprise, and the latter's anger gradually turned into self-mockery: "Feidao, follow me."

He looked down at Zheli again: "Zheli, you wait here."

After Qing Sheng finished speaking, he headed towards the drinking song building.

Zheli obediently let go of Feidao's feet, stood aside, and looked up at him again, his clear eyes were full of ignorance and timidity.

But seeing that Feidao was still stuck in place and Zheli's big eyes met his small eyes, Qingsheng turned to look at him.

Feidao looked at Qingsheng, but he was unwilling in every possible way, and he could not disobey Qingsheng who had cared for him.

He walked away.

Standing on the grass, Zheli watched the two go far away, stretched out his hands to wring out the water in his clothes, and felt a gaze full of disbelief and resistance covering himself.

He raised his head, and Fei Dao looked at him with eyes like looking at some mountain spirit and wild monster. The moment they looked at each other, he moved his eyes away in panic and resistance.

Zheli looked at the two anxiously, whether he could succeed in his apprenticeship and stay on the mountain.

After Qingsheng left, Feidao dragged his exhausted body into the drinking song building.

Listen to the heart, listen to the moon and drink songs.

Outside the majestic high-rise building, such words were engraved. Zheli stood outside the Yinge Building and looked up.

Going upstairs, Zheli saw Feidao entered the house, and trotted over a few steps, the door closed in front of him without any surprise.

Outside the door, Zheli lowered his eyes in disappointment.

Inside the door, Feidao sat down tiredly against the wall, hiding in the shadow that the sunlight could not penetrate, as if he wanted to merge with the darkness, with a trace of pain on his tired face, he closed his eyes and held his forehead , it seems to be a little better.

"Master..." The boy mustered up his courage and knocked on the door.

The knock on the door fell on Feidao's ears, but he ignored it.

A ray of sunlight was cast from the high window, Feidao opened his eyes, staring at the dust billowing in the sunlight without sadness or joy.

A year ago, he had hoped that this useless body would disappear in the sea of ​​corpses, just like what they expected, so that those hatred, remorse, mourning, and pain could rest in peace.

He raised his head and let out a breath of foul air. No matter how tired he was, he couldn't fall asleep. He lost this ability.

I can only let my mind wander in endless nightmares, like a wandering soul in the Valley of Five Roots, which has no roots and nowhere to return.

Unable to get a response, Zheli was already hungry, and the evening wind blew thick dark clouds. He tore off the banana leaves on the side of the road, hesitated outside the building, and planned to go out along the way he came to find some food.

After a stormy night, the weather on the second day was still a bit gloomy.

Because of Qingsheng's poor health, he often handles affairs in the side hall of Lingxin Hall, and also rests here.

Qing Sheng was sorting out the official documents on the desk, and Bai Shan hurriedly took them from his hand: "Master, I'll clean them up. It's noon, why don't you take a nap?"

Qingsheng beat his back, slowly supported the table and stood up: "Oh... I am old and useless." He said and walked to the window, "What's going on over there at Moon Lake?"

Baishan pondered for a moment, then said: "Sect Leader, it seems that Zheli hasn't gone to the Miscellaneous Hall for dinner in the past two days."

Qing Sheng leaned on the window lattice to look at the green hills outside, but his brows were stained with worry, he sighed and said: "I'll go out for a while."

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