sun and moon return

He said it was cooking, but Zheli was not proficient in this matter. After all, he had been supported by his master for many years.

Zheli bit the bullet and looked at the ingredients, just want to make a simple and classic tomato egg noodles.

He washed the tomato and wanted to cut it, and he made the first cut with his own hands.

"Hiss..." Zheli took a deep breath, and big drops of blood rolled down. He quickly put down the knife and held it down with his hand. Fortunately, although he slashed hard, it only made an incision.

Jian Yun who woke up after hearing the sound didn't care about the robe slipping off, hurriedly tore Zhe Li's hand away, and put the severed finger into his mouth.

The warm and moist feeling made Zheli almost jump up, he stared blankly at Jianyun, Jianyun also raised his eyes to look at him, Zheli avoided Jianyun's gaze with some guilty conscience, suddenly felt a pain in his hand, grunted.

Jian Yun looked at him with a smile.

Zheli's mind was shaken, Jianyun's smile made him feel kind, as if he had known him for many years, his smile was as bright as a bright moon, sweeping away the gloom, the cold and lonely moon, shone into the bottom of his heart in a trance, and the moonlight was like water.

The perception of the fingertips is very keen. After Jianyun took that bite, the pain of the wound was gradually replaced by the numbness, and the rough but gentle touch that swam around the fingers like a snake made Zheli's heart tremble.

His face was burning again, Zheli hurriedly withdrew his hand, turned around and pinched his fingers casually: "My hands are not clean..."

Seeing Zheli's red ears, Jianyun sneered in his heart, but he just replied flatly: "This way the bleeding will stop quickly." After that, he walked to the bucket to rinse his mouth.

"Hmm..." Zheli replied vaguely, "Thank you."

"Let me do it." Jian Yun picked up the kitchen knife, "I'll do it."

Zheli avoided his gaze, hurriedly ran to the table and sat down: "Then... thank you for your hard work..."

A playful smile appeared on the corner of Jianyun's mouth, feeling funny in his heart.

After this hasty meal, Zheli picked up his robe and left in a hurry, never daring to look at Jianyun again.

When Wang Jiang came back from playing with Bai Xi, Zhe Li lowered his head and hurriedly walked out the door. Wang Jiang called him twice, but seeing that he didn't respond, he didn't bother.

Zheli was absent-minded, wandering aimlessly in Qingwu, and wandered to an open place where the scenery was open, the mountain wind was blowing, his robes were flying, and Zheli let out a long breath.

It was already late at night, the sky was full of stars, Zheli lay on the grass, and stretched out his hand to look at the wound. The scene just now appeared in his mind again, and even the senses couldn't stop recollecting it, this indescribable comfort.

Zhe Li patted his forehead, feeling scratching in his heart, that weird feeling, accompanied by Jian Yun's voice and smile, has been echoing in his mind.

When the surrounding air was cold, Zheli felt that the cold had finally overcome the turmoil in his heart, so he got up and hurried to Zhiyiyuan.

Originally expected that it was late and Feidao should have rested, but he didn't expect that Zheli had just stepped into the corridor of the garden, and saw Feidao standing at the exit, staring at him fixedly.

Feeling guilty for no reason, Zheli saw Feidao's expression, which seemed to be quite different from his usual gentleness.

"Master, haven't you rested yet?"

Feidao stared at him for a long while without saying a word, Zheli only felt that his gaze seemed to want to cut himself open to see clearly, and felt even more puzzled for a moment, he was both puzzled and guilty at the same time.

"You've become more and more comfortable these days," Feidao said nonchalantly, "When did you think about it? What made you so happy to leave?"

Feidao seldom gets angry with Zheli, and this is the first time that Zheli has heard several questions with needles in the cotton from Feidaokou.

"I... I was wrong, master." Zheli quickly tugged on Feidao's sleeve, with a sincere attitude, "I was delayed at Wangjiang for a while... I will definitely come back sooner."

Feidao's expression loosened slightly, and after deliberating for a while, he turned his back: "Zheli..." Feidao paused, "You are not too young, and you have been in frequent contact with Jinhe and Fengxia's disciples recently, you And remember, when dealing with anyone, you must pay attention to the word "property."

He looked at Zheli with serious eyes: "Whenever you do anything, you need to think about the consequences and think about whether you have the ability to take responsibility."

Zheli raised his head, staring at Feidao blankly.

Feidao reached out and touched his head: "Mystery makes people curious, and the unknown is the most attractive. The feelings generated by bondage are precious, but they are also the most complicated."

After all, he sighed softly, turned and left.

Undoubtedly reserved, Zheli tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, half understanding, and it was almost dawn in the middle of the night before he fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already high in the sun, and when I got up, I saw a food box on the table. I thought it was right and wrong, and I saw that I was still asleep, so I left my breakfast.

When the gift was opened, it turned out to be a tremella and lotus seed soup that I hadn't tasted for a long time.

After breakfast, he turned around and went to Wangjiang's residence, but stood at the door, hesitating whether to knock on the door.

"Zheli," Wang Jiang came back from the outside, "what are you doing standing in front of my door?"

Wang Jiangpu came up to support him: "Why are you hesitating?" He stretched out his hand to poke Zheli's chest, "Are you hiding something in your heart?"

Zhe Lige opened Wangjiang's hand, hesitant to speak.

Wang Jiang simply dragged him out of his yard, walked under the big tree not far away, lifted his robe and sat on the rock, pointing to the rock next to him: "Sit down and talk."

Zheli hesitated for a moment, then sat down.

Zheli relays what Feidao said last night to Wangjiang.

"Uncle Wangjiang, what does this mean, my master?" Zheli asked.

Wang Jiang looked him up and down, left, right, left, right, and right, and said for a while, "I ask you, why are you helping Jianyun so much?"

The past came to mind, the March breeze was blowing, and the bustling sunshine squeezed down the branches. Zheli said: "Before I came to Qingwu, I was... bullied like this..."

Wang Jiang was a little surprised: "Before you came to Qingwu, didn't you live in Maple Leaf Forest?"

"After my parents passed away, my mother's clan took me down the mountain. Not long after, the clan's family fell into decline, and they followed my aunt to remarry in Lanshan City and sent me under the fence..."

Unexpectedly, Zheli's life experience was so rough, Wang Jiang sighed, and patted Zheli on the shoulder to comfort him: "So it is."

Zheli laughed: "I don't care about those things for a long time."

Wang Jiang asked again: "So, do you have any other thoughts about Jian Yun?"

Zheli looked at Wangjiang ignorantly: "What do you think?"

Wang Jiang pondered for a while, leaned closer to Zhe Li, and asked in a low voice, "Do you remember the book you took away last time?"

"???" Zheli was full of doubts, why did he suddenly mention that book?Suddenly, Zheli understood, stood up abruptly, his face flushed red, "How could you... be so dirty..."

Wang Jiang looked at Zheli with his hands beside him, and said amusedly: "You are young and inexperienced, and you have never experienced feelings. Your master is worried that you have other thoughts about Jianyun. He is also afraid that if he really guesses right, he will hurt you. Your feelings, that's why I hit you like this."

Zheli suddenly understood: "So that's the case. But why is the master worried about me to Jianyun..."

Wang Jiang sighed: "Zheli, regardless of Jianyun's identity, just because he is a man, I am afraid that it is worth worrying for the head."

After a long time, Zheli understood Wangjiang's meaning.

Wang Jiang sighed again: "It is said that love develops over time. In the past, when the six sects accepted male and female disciples, if the disciples had feelings for each other and couldn't control themselves, and the female disciple became pregnant, they could only be expelled from the mountain gate. Male disciples who love each other can take responsibility, go down the mountain with them, and get married. Unfortunately, many male disciples refuse to admit it in order to stay on the mountain. Later, in order to reduce such things, the six factions gradually evolved into the current situation.”

"However, all living beings in the mortal world are not just men and women. There are always a few, that is, broken sleeves." Wang Jiang said, "I still remember that there was a pair of senior brothers in Qingwu more than ten years ago, who fell in love with each other for a long time , and being pointed at and pointed at, it was difficult to deal with it, and in the end one of them was determined to make a decision, and the other was so sad that he destroyed his spiritual root and died. After all, it turned into a tragedy."

"How could it be..." After hearing this, Zheli couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "But the book says that there is nothing wrong with truly loving each other..."

"Book?" Wang Jiang was amused by his innocence, "This world is not governed by the clear principles and rules in the book, and there are even no clear boundaries between right and wrong, right and wrong, black and white, and are all governed by complex rules. It's up to people to judge."

"This person is no different from everything in the world. The reason why there are genders is for reproduction."

"For thousands of years, the clan members have always regarded reproduction as the top priority. Cutting off sleeves means being different, and it also means giving up the ability to reproduce, so it is naturally cast aside."

"It's not easy for a relationship to bear the thousands of trivial things in the world. If you have to resist gossip, attack and abuse, if you don't have a firm mind, how long can you last? If one of them gives up, the other If you can’t give up, how should you deal with yourself?”

"So since ancient times, there are very few broken sleeves that can have a happy ending. This road is bumpy. Your master may not care who you choose to like, but he certainly doesn't want you to be hurt by anyone."

Wang Jiang said a lot in one breath, after Zhe Li listened, he was stunned for a while before he seemed to slow down and heaved a long sigh.

"So feelings are such a complicated thing?" Zheli fell into deep thought.

Wang Jiang looked at him with a half-smile: "Yes, so who do you really like?"

"I like it..." Zheli murmured, then suddenly came to his senses, and cast his gaze at Wangjiang speechlessly, "Master, are you trying to trick me?"

Wang Jiang looked at him deeply: "Do you really have someone you like?"

"I don't have any..." Zheli retorted, and for a moment he was unsure, and asked in a guilty tone, "Uncle, what is liking?"

Wangjiang stopped smiling, got up a little worried, and looked at Zheli steadfastly: "If you ask this...won't you really be attracted to that kid, right? Zheli, other things, the master and the masters Will protect you, only this matter..."

Wang Jiang shook his head, "I mean to you, your identities are very different. You are the queen of a famous family, but also the treasure held in the palm of the hand by the head and the old head, like pearls and treasures. If you like an innocent girl, there is no People will object. Besides, you know the relationship between Fengxia and Qingwu in the past few years, Qingwu can't afford to lose face."