sun and moon return

Hurrying back to Xuecheng, Feidao still hadn't woken up, so Zheli simply used spells to renovate the house and the yard outside.

The weather is fine today, the blue sky outside is as clear as washing, and the white snow reflects the sunlight, twinkling, as if returning to Xiaojiawan.

There is an enchantment in the house, and the cold outside will not come in. He sat by the window and looked back at Feidao.

Tianye Yaofang has been lost, but fortunately he still has the Wood Spirit Orb, which can heal the wounds of Feidao.

Today, the Lingtai has been repaired for him, and he does not know when he will wake up.

Zheli looked at Feidao quietly, thinking that if the truth was as he thought, would he be able to forgive him?

forgive……

That's not the right word...

It's really a trick of good fortune, if your parents are alive in heaven, and see that you like the enemy who killed your father and mother, what kind of reaction will you have...

Zheli leaned against the pillar and sighed softly.

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Wandering blankly in the dream, not knowing where I am, not knowing what year it is.

In the endless sea, there is a faint light, whether it is the sun or the moon, hidden in the thick clouds, only a vague outline can be seen.

The sound of the tide hitting the shore, the wind shaking the shadow of the cloud, he floats here, like a lone sail with no direction, and like the wind staying wantonly, but it seems to be nothing.

After drifting for an unknown amount of time, it was as if a pair of hands had pushed away the cloud and mist, the moonlight poured down, and the water droplets turned up by the waves were like pearls, bringing him to the highest point and then falling into the deep water.

The wind engulfed his fragments together, they gathered in one place, and slowly, they condensed into a real image.

In the boundless world, he opened his eyes.

Someone seemed to be calling his name in the distance, so he left the water, stepped into the forest, and headed for the dark woods.

He stood in front of a lonely tombstone in the forest. The words on the tombstone were blurred and could not be seen clearly. After a long time, he looked in the direction that called him.

Here...so familiar...

Like a knife cutting the skin, memory gushes out like that blood.

Le Feidao!

He suddenly looked up, and his name was impressively on the tombstone.

Countless blood gushes out from the forest, and the pain, screams of despair, and unbelievable eyes echo in his mind.

This is the valley of no roots.

Ethereal wandering souls have no roots and no home to return to.

"No way." The man fell in front of him from the top of the tree, blocked his way, and asked with a smile, "Where are you going?"

Ye Yuanyou, his senior brother.

He got to know Yuanyou when he entered the mountain. They were about the same age and didn't know much about the world, but Yuanyou was lively, so Qingsheng always asked Yuanyou to take care of him.

Yuanyou is active and often teases people. Everyone finds him difficult to get along with, but he is the only one who finds it interesting.

In the year of the Great War between Immortals and Demons, Qingsheng led the army to fight, but he grounded Yuanyou and told himself to keep an eye on him.

Feidao was sitting on a tree outside the courtyard, while he was sitting in the study, stroking a white faceless mask, looking preoccupied.

During the days of fierce battle between the Demon Dao and the Immortal Sect, Yuanyou's mood became more and more abnormal. Every time he heard from other disciples of the sect that there were countless dead and injured disciples of each sect, he frowned and returned to the study without saying a word.

One day and one night, the dark wind was high, and Yuanyou really sneaked down the mountain. Feidao followed him all the way, but fell into the trap of the demon clan.

When he woke up again, he stood opposite him as the young master of the demon world. The battle between immortals and demons was over, and Le Feidao's wandering soul seemed to be floating in Rootless Valley.

Memories that withered like lingering flowers are like new ones. Standing in that familiar place, Feidao looked back, and there seemed to be countless hands stretched out in the darkness, reaching out to him, wanting to drag him down together, wanting to keep him alive and dead together. .

Deeper in the darkness, there is another person who can understand his guilt and pain without the mask of facial features.

The man pushed him out of the woods, and when Feidao looked up again, there seemed to be a green voice in front of him.

"I'll give you a door. It's a door of life and a door of death. It can break your shackles, and it can also bind you with new shackles. It's armor, and it can also be a weakness. But gazing at the new shoots in the sun, always Better than staring into the abyss within."

When the surroundings became dark again, he held the new sprout and followed the direction of the light.

That sprout brought sunshine, rain, rainbow, starlight...bringing all the beautiful things in the world.

He stretched out his hand, and the beauty was within reach, but it was like a carefully woven dream.

"master!"

The call brought back Feidao's mind, he was in a trance for a moment, and stepped in the direction of that person, when it rained in mid-air, he looked up blankly, holding an umbrella in his hand at some point.

The man gently pressed the handle of the umbrella towards him, taking advantage of the din that was blocked by the umbrella, he came over without hesitation.

The sadness and pain in his eyes were accurately conveyed to his heart through the soft touch.

Standing at the junction of light and darkness, Feidao regained his senses and touched his lips lightly.

"I believe in you, even... when no one else believes in you, I will stand by your side."

The boy held out his hand.

With a confident smile on his face.

His eyes are so clear, like clear glass, in which there is light, warmth and love.

He stretched out his hand towards Feidao, and held it tightly without hesitation.

He finally saw his face clearly.

Discount gift.

In the warm, bright and bright sunshine, there are warm smiles and familiar calls.Zheli took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to hold Feidao's hand, and said with a gentle smile, "Let's go, it's time to leave."

The return of the soul is like a very long dream. When the sound from outside pours into the ears like a tide, and when the eyes perceive the bright sky again, Dao raises his hand to confirm that he is still alive.

He tried to get up, but felt impeded by unspeakable pain.

Zheli rushed in from the outside almost immediately, but he hesitated when he saw the slightly tired eyelids lifted and his gaze fell on himself.

A moment later, Zheli walked in front of Feidao, with a calm expression, but too much emotion was suppressed in his eyes: "...you are awake."

Feidao didn't speak, just looked at him silently.

That bland gaze stayed on Zheli for a moment, and Fei Dao narrowed his eyes, and asked as if relieved: "Zheli, do you want to know about Wugengu..."

With a "thud" in his heart, Zheli looked at Feidao, took a deep breath slowly, and clenched his fists: "Say it."

"During the battle against demons, I followed Yuanyou down the mountain, because we were all dressed in personal disciple uniforms, Xuanshi recognized me as Yuanyou, and he wanted to use this to control Yuanyou. I was captured by him, planted a Gu, and was captured by him. control, after that..."

"Stop talking!" The answer was self-evident, Zheli clenched his fists, and his eyes were red.

"When I regained my sanity, Rootless Valley was already full of corpses, so... I was the one who killed your parents." The deep voice was filled with unspeakable pain.

"Stop it!" the young man roared angrily, and against Feidao's calmness was Zheli's violently heaving chest, "So that's not a madness at all, and it's not because you don't accept me as an apprentice because you don't want to! "

Feidao didn't refute, he lowered his eyes and calmly accepted Zheli's catharsis.

"Those two songs were created by Ye Xinglan for you. The first song can suppress your Gu, and the second song can hurt your heart, and even kill you. You taught me, didn't you also want to give up the right to choose?" Push it to me?!"

Zheli roared: "Do you think I will appreciate your good intentions if I know that song can kill you? I just think you are too selfish. You think about all the futures. You just want to die. You Just ask me to know the truth to kill you for revenge, and you will be free, you never thought about me!"

Zheli's cursing sound echoed in the room, he fiercely wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, panting heavily and looked at Feidao.

"Have you ever thought about it? If I really kill you, there will be less Le Feidao in the world, but there will be another Su Zheli like you! I will also be in pain forever like you."

The man still didn't respond at all, let alone respond with a word, Zheli was so angry that he slammed the door and walked out.

The dilapidated wooden door swayed, and it took a long time before Feidao dared to raise his eyes. A tear slid down his face, and he slowly let go of his hand. Although he had no strength, there were still a few fingernail marks on his palm.

Is it finally gone?

Feidao sat up slowly, stood up slowly, and moved out step by step while supporting the furniture, but it was very laborious, obviously his body was still very weak.

He moved to the door, rested against the door frame for a while, and then moved out again.

The wall on the right just covered half of the yard, and when he moved to the steps, he suddenly saw Zheli standing beside the stone mill, with his right hand clenched on the stone mill, looking at him steadily with red eyes.

"Why..." Feidao murmured.

"Why didn't I leave?" Zheli sneered softly, with a nasal tone, "Why did I leave? You are still here."

The corners of Feidao's lips lifted slightly, as if he was laughing at himself, but at the same time he seemed a little dazed.

"Then where are you going?" Zheli asked coldly.

"Back to Qingwu..." Feidao replied weakly.Although he didn't know how long he had been lying there, it must have been a few days. Now the situation of the six factions is serious, he needs to hurry up to avoid any changes.

"You really miss Qingwu all the time." Zheli said with some resentment and some sarcasm, "The only thing is that you don't take yourself seriously." At the end, he poignantly laughed at himself, "You don't take me seriously either."

Only this sentence, Feidao could not agree: "I have never taken you seriously." He looked at Zheli seriously, leaning against the door frame, and just looked at him so quietly.

"If you take me to heart, then apologize to me."

The boy under the steps turned his face away, and said bluntly as if angry.

Feidao looked at his red nose, remained silent, then saw him turning his head to look at him angrily, his eyes met, the grievance in those crying red eyes turned into viciousness, he walked up the steps in twos and twos, and walked in front of Feidao.

Looking at the young man in front of him, Feidao was speechless for a while, and murmured, "Where should I start apologizing... Zheli, I owe you too much..."