sun and moon return

In the spring, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and since I talked about my practice with Fei Dao, the days of discounting rituals have become more and more idle.

One day, as soon as Zheli arrived at the Miscellaneous Hall, he met Baishan. The two had a few pleasantries. Baishan mentioned that Qingsheng was not in good health recently and missed him very much. Zheli was a little worried, so he followed Baishan Go to the Hall of Listening to the Heart.

When the two came to the Hall of Listening Heart, Qing Sheng took a nap in the quiet room inside, and opened his eyes when he heard footsteps.

"Uncle Qingsheng." Zheli saluted Qingsheng, Qingsheng sat up from the reclining chair, and beckoned lovingly, beckoning him to sit beside him.

Zheli obediently sat down next to Qingsheng, Qingsheng stretched out his hand and pinched his face kindly: "I seem to have grown taller recently, listening to Moon Lake, are you still used to it?"

Zheli nodded: "I'm used to it."

"I heard from your master that you still refuse to practice spells? Why?" Qing Sheng asked kindly.

The bright smile on Zheli's face gradually faded, he was a little puzzled, why did the master mention this to Uncle Qingsheng, didn't he force himself?

"Son, don't think about it too much. I just want to ask you why you don't want to practice spells? You have to know that in this huge sect of cultivating immortals, there is not a single student who can't spells. You should learn some self-defense. "Qing Sheng said gently.

Zheli looked sad: "Master, it's because I don't have talent, I can't learn..."

Qing Sheng was silent, with a look of disappointment on his face: "Zheli, you also learned to fool me from your master."

Zheli hastily bowed and apologized to Qingsheng: "I'm sorry... Master... I..."

Seeing Zheli like this, Qingsheng didn't react too much. He was silent for a while, looking out of the hall: "Zheli, do you know how to be prepared for danger in times of peace? In the battle of killing demons, the disciples of the six factions fought one after another in order to guard the human world. Yours Parents are also among them. They are all heroes with strong bones. Although it is a peaceful and prosperous world today, if the devil world is not peaceful for a day, there will be troubles again. As a disciple of Qingwu, how can you live in a daze and not think about making progress? "

Zheli lowered his eyes, speechless.

He has no intention of protecting the common people, nor does he want to protect them, but he is afraid that if he says this, he will be harassed by Qing Sheng again...

Seeing that he was silent, Qing Sheng's heart sank again: "Take a step back, don't you want to avenge your parents?"

Like a thunderbolt exploded in Zheli's mind.

revenge……

Zheli raised his head in a daze, looking at Qingsheng helplessly.

No one mentioned such heavy words to him in half a year.Yeah?Should he avenge his parents?He looked at Qingsheng in confusion and ignorance, at the compassion in his benevolent eyes, at his indignation and expectation.

"You should practice spells to avenge them, for your parents, for those ancestors who died at the hands of the demons, and for those innocent people."

A bewitching voice that cannot be refuted came into Zheli's mind. He was at a loss, when a cold voice came from behind: "Zheli."

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and Zheli shivered, feeling cold all over his body, and his body shivered involuntarily.He hugged himself and turned back shiveringly.

Feidao pulled Zheli to his body to protect him, and covered his ears with his hands. The chill on his body subsided a little, and Zheli suddenly came back to understand what happened just now.He reached out to hug Feidao's leg, lowered his head, resting his forehead on Feidao's leg, and refused to look at Qingsheng again.

Feidao pressed his shoulder comfortingly, looked at Qingsheng coldly: "Master, Zheli is still young, don't tell him these things."

Qingsheng also saw Zheli's resistance in his eyes, he sighed, and sighed with his forehead: "I'm too impatient." He coughed twice, and looked at Feidao with a little tiredness, "I The body is getting worse every day, and it is always inevitable to think about something."

Feidao knew in his heart that Qing declared that he wanted to practice rituals, but secretly hoped that he could take on the heavy responsibility. What he wanted was just a declaration of his own.

"I've been retreating recently." Feidao said.

"how long?"

Feidao thought about it: "One year."

Following Feidao back to Tingyue Lake, Zheli looked at the tall and slightly lonely figure in front of him, lost in thought for a moment, then he chased after him: "Master, are you going to retreat?"

"Yeah." Feidao replied casually.

"Is it really going to be that long for a year?"

Seeing Zheli who asked a serious question, Feidao stopped in his tracks.With his current state, to reach the state that can shock Feng Chan as soon as possible before Qingsheng's body can't support it, one year is already considered very reluctant.

"Zheli, if you don't want to take care of your daily meals, go to the disciple hall and be with your brothers. Don't make trouble, and read more if you have nothing to do." Feidao instructed.

The light in Zheli's eyes dimmed a bit. He is in Qingwu, and the closest relative is Feidao. The others are not familiar with him. Now Feidao is going to retreat for a year...

Feidao saw what was on his mind, and knelt down to look at him: "You don't have to worry, Baishan and Chen Xing will take care of you. It's just that they are also busy with miscellaneous things, you don't need to bother them, you know? On the side of the master, you also Don't worry, your own business will be fine."

Feidao's eyes were full of seriousness, and Zheli nodded trustingly: "I understand, master, don't worry."

Feidao smiled and reached out to stroke his head.

After thinking for a while, Zheli still couldn't help asking: "Master, do you want me to practice spells too?"

Feidao got up and looked at Zheli seriously: "You can do whatever you want, and don't do it if you don't want to."

"Cultivation can make a person strong. Being strong is not for revenge, but for protection. If one day you want to practice, I hope you have something you want to protect."

Zheli listened with a half understanding.

"Zheli, everything, learn to be a person first. Know good and evil, know right and wrong, keep your heart and keep your morality, so that the sword in your hand can point in the right direction. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the force is, it will be nothing but an accomplice to evil."

At night, after making arrangements for the folding ceremony, Feidao quietly left Tingyue Lake.

Leaving from Qingsheng, it was already dark outside, Baishan was walking back to the Disciple Hall, his pace gradually slowed down, he was waiting for the people behind him.

There was no movement for a while, Baishan had to stop, and turned around helplessly: "Brother Feidao."

Feidao walked out from the shadow of the tree. Baishan is a junior of the same generation. He is cautious and considerate. Today, he can be by Qingsheng's side, and he will certainly be able to assist the new head in the future. He is a disciple Qingsheng intends to cultivate.

"Brother, are you blaming Baishan for daytime affairs?" Baishan pointed to the point with an apologetic face.

"I have no position to criticize you. I know exactly what Qingsheng thinks. It's just that tomorrow I will go to seclusion, and Zheli will not trouble you with some trivial matters. Please take care of me."

Bai Shan was a little surprised, he couldn't help looking at Fei Dao for a long time, and said with a smile: "For us, it is our duty to take care of the ceremony, brother, you are welcome."

Feidao's expression was as calm as water, with no waves to be seen.

"It's just that I hope that the next time I meet Zheli in the Miscellaneous Hall, as a senior, I'll be friendly and accompany the younger generation to have a meal."

Feidao seemed to be talking about a rather ordinary trifle, but Baishan still heard the majesty of swords and swords. He cupped his hands and apologized: "Senior brother is right."

Feidao said softly "Yes" for a while: "I won't go to Qingsheng to bother you, but please bring him a message so that he can recover from his illness, don't worry, and don't even think about going overboard to discipline my disciples. After hearing Zheli and going to him to listen to his teachings, I will take him away from Qingwu. It is up to him whether to leave two seeds or not one."

Feidao said these words calmly.

The smile on Baishan's face gradually forced up, he really deserved to be the person in front of him, and his words were in line with his identity.

"Brother, why don't you go and talk to the head in person?" Baishan was a little embarrassed, "Although I can bring the words, but I am very soft-spoken..."

"He is not in good health. If you relay these words from your mouth, it will be gentler. Of course, if I find out that he has forced a gift after I leave the customs, whether I tell him personally or ask you to pass the word, the result will be the same. "

After Feidao left, Baishan sighed in confusion.

In the early morning of the next day, Baishan came to the quiet room at the back of the Lingxin Hall. Qingsheng was meditating behind the screen. Since the battle of killing demons, he had replaced the previous head and followed the head. He knew Qingsheng's state best.

Qingsheng's body is indeed getting worse day by day, and now he can't even notice when he pushes the door in.

After adding incense and preparing hot tea, Baishan saw Qingsheng raised his eyelids and gave him a weary look: "You don't have to come here early in the morning."

Baishan put the hot tea on the table and saluted: "Master, why don't you go back to Zhiyi Garden to rest?"

Qing Sheng got down from the chair: "It's the same wherever you go." He took a sip of tea, looked at the morning light outside, half-closed his eyes and laughed at himself, "When a person is about to die, he can't let go of these chores, and he can do some things. Right. After all, I’m still afraid of death.”

Baishan hesitated to speak.He somewhat understood that apart from his direct disciples, he could not enter Zhiyi Garden without the order of the master. Maybe Qing Sheng was afraid of being buried in the garden, and no one knew about it.

After hesitating for a while, Baishan still mentioned what Feidao said last night: "Brother Feidao hopes that during the retreat period, Zheli can move freely in Qingwu."

As soon as he finished his words, he heard short laughter. He stood up and walked to the desk: "Baishan, do you also think that I am too shameless to treat a young child like this?"

"The head of the sect should have his own decision to act, how can Baishan make unreasonable opinions."

Qingsheng shook his head gently, and sighed: "You child... Zheli is a descendant of the Su family. Even if he doesn't practice magic today, he will not escape his fate in the future. Although I have the heart to force him, I can't Hurting him. It's hard to say whether it's good or bad for Fei Dao to indulge him like this."

"I think it's a good thing that Brother Feidao's temperament can treat Zheli like this." some popularity.

Qing Sheng was silent, and looked out of the window deeply with worry in slightly muddy eyes, muttering: "Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing... who can predict it?"

Baishan was a little surprised by Qingsheng's opinion on this matter, but he didn't ask further.

In any case, things unexpectedly developed in the direction expected by both parties, and Bai Shan heaved a sigh of relief.