sun and moon return

Wan Xiang hugged it in her arms amusedly, lowered her head and looked carefully: "It looks a bit familiar..." She raised her head, her thoughts seemed to be brought back to the past, and then she smiled self-deprecatingly.

Hundreds of years have passed, how is it possible...

Yun Ya was in her arms, lying on her chest and looking at her.

Wan Xiang reached out and touched its head, then hugged it out.

When Zheli woke up, it was already dark outside, he looked around in a daze, then went out, and first took a look at Feidao.

Feidao lay quietly on the bed with such a haggard face that he had never seen before. He reached out to hold his cold hand and stroked his face: "Master, when you wake up, can I know the truth?" ?”

He was distressed, but also extremely confused.

But what if it's really what I think it is...

After coming out of the room, Wanxiang was watering the flowers in the courtyard of the main building. She seemed to be in a good mood. Seeing Zheli come out, she raised her eyebrows and snorted, and stretched out her hand: "Boy, I'm quite familiar with you, Xinyin, no Credit, pay."

Zheli sighed, and sat down helplessly on the flower vine swing beside him: "When I rob Yunzhu's treasury, I will give you all the money."

The corner of Wan Xiang's mouth twitched: "You poor man, forget it."

After she finished speaking, she watered the flowers again by herself.

"The sun is setting on the western mountain, and the breeze is blowing on the face. It's really a good place." There was a sigh of relief from behind, and Wan Xiang raised her head.

"You have a good eye. This place is called Yanyun Gorge. Who would have known that there is such a place next to the extremely cold place, avoiding the ice and snow. The scenery is infinite, and the seasons are like spring." Wanxiang sprinkled water, Sitting down at the stone table next to him, he poured a cup of tea leisurely, with a very smug look and tone.

Zheli looked at her motionlessly and asked, "Who gave you the news?"

The movements in her hands faltered, and Wan Xiang's bright eyes revealed a hint of surprise. She took a sip of tea, looked at Zhe Li, and pretended to say, "What are you talking about?"

Zhe Li smiled: "It can't really be such a coincidence. You happened to pass by and saved us." He closed his eyes, and suddenly smiled again, "Lu Hezhe?"

Wan Xiang's smile is like the orange sunset in the west, and the color is getting stronger and brighter: "I haven't seen you for a few months, I've learned a lot."

Zhe Li smiled. He had only guessed a little before. After all, he hadn't noticed Lu Hezhe's trace after that. However, if he could know their positions so accurately, if it wasn't for the secret cooperation between the three It is a good tracker who has been following them.

Thinking about it this way, Lu Hezhe was more likely.

If Lu Hezhe was Wan Xiang's person, then he followed him all the way, and it was reasonable for Wan Xiang to save him when he was attacked in Baimulin.

Then when did Lu Hezhe start following him?

Could it be from before Qitan Village?

But why does Wan Xiang monitor herself... She has always been a person who has nothing to gain, unless she has something she wants in her body, or can use herself to achieve some purpose.

Zheli suddenly smiled, and attracted Wanxiang's eyes to fall on him.

He took out the painting in Wanxiang's study, pointed to the butterfly in the lower left corner and asked, "Wanxiang, can you tell me what this is?"

Wan Xiang looked at him, then at the painting, and said, "Firefly Gu."

"Firefly Gu..." Zhe Li smacked these two words, it seems that he guessed right, this thing that looks like a butterfly is not a butterfly, and it has something to do with the curse in the non-dao.

Zhe Li rolled up the painting, and threw it on the table in front of Wan Xiang: "Return it to its original owner."

He watched Wanxiang pick up the painting and unfold it slowly. Her eyes wandered over the painting, and there was a bit of emotion in her smile.

"There is also a painting like this in Maple Leaf Forest." Zheli said, "You know, right. That's why I purposely hung this painting where I can notice it."

"I like smart people." Wan Xiang put the painting on it and looked at Zheli with a smile, "This painting is from the same place as the one in your house. What is depicted in the painting is my hometown."

Unexpectedly, Wan Xiang was so straightforward, and Zhe Li's eyes became deeper and deeper. After a moment of silence, he asked earnestly, "Do you want to return to your hometown?"

Wan Xiang squinted her eyes at him for a long time, then showed a knowing smile: "Do you know what Ying Gu is?" Her hand stroked the rim of the cup lightly, "It's a method used by Jiu Xiao to control slaves. Use Ying mother to control Ying. Son, gain permanent dominion."

Zheli's expression changed: "How to cure Yinggu?"

Wan Xiang looked at him, and said with a deep smile: "Jiuxiao has the solution, the human world doesn't have it. Yingzi is in the blood, and it will last forever. As long as you don't understand it for a day, you will be tortured by it every day, anger, hatred, joy, Happiness, but anything related to emotions will torture it, and once the firefly mother is aroused, she will lose her mind and be controlled by others."

Zheli clenched his fists, although it was the answer he had expected, it made him very angry.

"So it's not whether I want to return to my homeland, but you will definitely reopen the gate for him."

It was getting dark, and Wan Xiang's half-closed eyes were like those of a fox, full of calculation and evil.She was right, Zheli originally wanted to use this to meet the conditions, but he had already fallen into a passive position.

"Do you know who is going to kill us today?"

"If you guess correctly, it's the elder's right-hand envoy, Bai Fulong."

Not too surprised, Zheli asked again: "Then the thing in his hand is Yingmu?"

Wan Xiang tilted her head and nodded.

"So, did he have been infected by the firefly Gu since the battle of Rootless Valley?" Zheli murmured, the answer he wanted to know was already ready, but he still didn't want to believe it.

The him in Jinhe, the him in Songziling, is he the one in Rootless Valley...

Wan Xiang stood up, walked to the edge of the cliff, and asked against the wind, "Why don't you ask him yourself when he wakes up."

Zheli lowered his eyes and remained silent.

She looked at Zheli: "Since he regards you as more important than his own life, he will definitely not hide it from you."

Zheli's heart trembled: "What do you mean..."

Wan Xiang hugged her chest and smiled lightly, looking at the jade flute around his waist: "Didn't he give you the flute? The sound of the flute doesn't work on anyone else, but on him...and it's fatal. It's like ..."

Wan Xiang raised her hand, admiring her slender fingers under the moonlight, and said faintly, "It's like, it's a sword across his neck, and the hilt is in your hand."

Like five thunders, Zheli stood up suddenly.

"I didn't agree to accept you as an apprentice."

"How can the master accept me as an apprentice?"

"Why doesn't the master accept me?"

"master……"

The scene of Tingyue Lake seems to be still in front of my eyes. The shock, panic, and fear when I first met, the rejection all over my body, and the meticulous concern after agreeing, is it concern... or compensation full of guilt...

"You have to learn these two pieces of music."

"If I can't always be by your side to protect you, it's a good thing that you can protect yourself."

"If... I don't even care about the gap between you and me at this moment, it means that I am more worried about the consequences after the explanation, which I cannot bear."

Zhe Li felt that the world was spinning, and the truth he saw when he pushed through the clouds and mist was so bloody.

Wan Xiang put down the teacup, looked at Zhe Li silently, and her expression became heavy.

It seems that the child has already noticed it. Originally, she didn't want to let him know so quickly, but Bai Fulong has already obtained Yingmu, and Yun Bai will definitely make a fuss about it. Rather than being used by others, it is better to take the initiative to uncover...

Zheli covered his eyes. In his lifetime, except for the day when he received the news of his parents' death, he had never cried like this.Even if he was injured, even if he almost died, it was not as much as one ten thousandth of the pain in his heart at this moment.

Why……

what is this……

Why did Qingsheng bring him back to Qingwu...

Why should he worship Feidao as his teacher...

Why should I like him...

Why let him know the truth again...

The endless pain was like a turbulent wave, and he was stunned. He had already burst into tears, and he staggered to the edge of the cliff, feeling powerless all over his body.

"I hope you can remember how good he was to you."

Zorei closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

Yes, how kind he is to me!

die for...

Is it hard to repay what you owe me with your life?

Wan Xiang holds Yun Ya in her arms and looks at him quietly from behind.

When the trembling boy jumped down from the edge of the cliff, Wan Xiang got up in surprise and fell to the edge of the cliff.

Floating clouds obscured the vision, endless flames surged up in the howling wind, and with a bang, Zheli sank into the water.

A moment later, the sound of roaring and flames came from the direction of the waterfall, Wan Xiang hugged Yun Ya, fell to a low place, looked at the boy standing in the waterfall who was madly venting, and sighed.

Perhaps only the pouring water curtain hitting the wound, the pain on his skin, could make him feel numb for a moment.

Yun Ya in his arms seemed to be trapped in sleep, twitching his body restlessly.

Wan Xiang looked down unexpectedly, the soft fur was soaked with sweat, Yun Ya's breathing became heavier, she felt bad, this cub was about to transform, so she hurried back to the yard.

Zheli tossed until the sunrise, sat facing the rising sun, wet all over, embarrassed and pitiful, silently looking at the red sun, extremely frustrated.

But he got better faster than Wan Xiang expected. Not long after sunrise, he calmed down, washed himself up, and went up from the cliff cleanly.

As soon as he landed, what he saw was Yun Ya curled up into a ball uncomfortably wrapped in Wan Xiang's spiritual power.

He was taken aback.

Wan Xiang glanced at him angrily: "Eating and living for free is not counted, and you let me be this free nanny, but I remember it."

"What's wrong with it?" Zheli fell beside Yunya.

"Transformed."

Zheli was also a little surprised, but it was expected. After all, Feidao once said that Yunya was about to transform into form. Maybe it was because he ate the spirit grass of Wanxiang, which stimulated the strength in his body.

With the help of Wanxiang and Zheli, around noon, the baby with fleshy wings fell into Zheli's arms, held his index finger in his mouth, and slowly opened his eyes.

After being tortured overnight, Wan Xiang ran out of patience, turned around and entered the room.

Yun Ya recognized Zhe Li, opened her round grape-like eyes, looked at Zhe Li slyly, stretched out her hand to grab his front lapel, and giggled.

What a wonderful feeling.

The transformation of Yunya brought a little comfort to Zheli.

He just breathed a sigh of relief.

He heard Yun Ya call out to him vaguely and happily: "Mother... dear..."

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