Later, I finally became a white lotus in the flourishing age [Quick time travel]

It was a memory hidden in the long time ago, stained with the fragrance of laurel, if it wasn't for the various changes in the end, it would surely ferment into a soft and sad eternal beauty in Shen Guiqiong's heart.

At that time, the mid-autumn festival had only passed for a few days, and the moon in the mid-heaven was so clear that it was almost blue in white. The coldness of autumn had already clearly touched people's skin and caused slight shivering.The young child sat against the corner of the wall, carefully nestling on the small piece of damp dry grass—this was his only shelter from the cold.

The toddler's vitality was unimaginably tenacious. His hands and feet were broken and twisted at weird angles. Blood dripped down half of his face from his broken forehead.His body hurts a lot. There should be broken ribs in his chest, and he can feel the depression when he reaches out and touches it.

He wanted to cough a little bit, but he didn't dare, so he could only suppress and hum softly, because coughing hard would cause blood to come out.

He vaguely remembered that when his parents died, he shed a lot of blood.There was a lot of blood, enough to burn his pupils, as if overwhelming, all of them.

So bloodshed and death are equated.

Just when the mind has begun to collapse and drift...

"What's your name?"

The sound was like a lingling brook formed by melting snow water, meandering from under the trees full of pear blossoms, passing through the thin morning mist, and melting into the golden light of the morning sun.

He opened his eyes.

Did not see the golden light that belongs to the morning sun.

I only saw Xie Yi.

The young man held a lamp, and the shadow of the lamp falling from the thin silk gauze reflected a circle of yellow on the ground covered with frosty moonlight, which was softer than the morning sun.

The face that fell into the eyes of the young child, even the drooping eyelashes, was the most beautiful in the world, with snow-white clothes and black hair, like an unknown bird on the endless hagi wilderness, with an unknown Known for its elegance and beauty.

In this way, Xie Yi came slowly through the frost in the air, his wide sleeves dragged towards him with the coolness of the dew on the reeds.

"I..." He opened his mouth, couldn't hold back, and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the black-haired young man in white took a step back. That step seemed to step on his heart, bringing out a little sourness and discomfort.

The young man moved the lamp with its dim yellow shadow over to illuminate the child's face.

Half is blood, half is dust.

"My name is Shen Guiqiong." The child swallowed the blood in his throat, and tried to read his name to the person in front of him.

"Shen Guiqiong," the young man seemed to smile, his pretty eyebrows stretched, "Good name."

The young man approached him, and the fingers sticking out from under the sleeves were cold and soft, like new delicate flower buds, which landed on his face and gently wiped away the dust.

He heard the young man ask, "Do you want to go with me?"

"it is good."

That's not a traditional master-student story.

Xie Yi rescued this child who was the victim of blood and blood, healed him, and educated him; a few years later, he went to save another child.

At that time, 13-year-old Shen Guiqiong was standing not far away, looking at the solemn whiteness of the ice and snow, Xie Yi, who was also dressed in snow-white, drew his sword and rescued the 14-year-old Mr. Tianji.

He rarely draws his sword, but the moment he draws the sword, it bursts out with a brilliance that tears people's vision, a kind of thrilling beauty.

Shen Guiqiong finally sensed the crisis - Xie Yi also began to teach Fu Chen.

He was a little panicked, but he didn't know how to stop him, so he could only desperately practice what Xie Yi taught him, and timidly followed behind Xie Yi, chasing his clothes flying in the snow, like a A toddler is chasing a butterfly that he can't catch.

That was the luck and misfortune of Ren Sheng - Xie Yi stopped for him.

Xie Yi's footsteps temporarily stopped for him, but he thought that Xie Yi would stop for him forever.

"Master, will Fu Chen be my junior brother?" Shen Guiqiong raised his face and asked Xie Yi.

Xie Yi shook his head and said: "He has a teacher, how can I accept him."

At that moment, Shen Guiqiong was indescribably happy.

Xie Yi taught Fu Chen for a while, and left with Shen Guiqiong.

……

Shen Guiqiong couldn't remember which day it was, but only vaguely remembered that there were bright pear blossoms poking into the house from the window at that time, blooming timidly and shyly.

Maybe it was because of the wind blowing at night, Xie Yi fell ill, very seriously ill, lying in bed dizzy and unable to get up.

Xie Yi has always been so independent and unattainable, as if no one can pull him down from the clouds, but at this moment, he can only lean in his arms sleepily, being fed medicine by him.

The young man's black hair brushed over his thin shoulders and swayed over his white clothes, revealing his frailty.On his snow-white face, his lips were a beautiful pale pink, sticking to the rim of the white porcelain bowl, slowly swallowing the concoction.The eyelashes drooped softly, trembling like the wings of a black butterfly.

Shen Guiqiong only felt an extremely strange throbbing electricity in his heart, and in an instant, evil thoughts grew like weeds growing wildly.

He lowered his head to look, and he could see that Xie Yi was staggered between the collars. His snow-white skin seemed to have a delicate texture like jade, but he didn't know whether the tentacles would be as cold as jade, or just like ordinary people. warm.

He supported Xie Yi to lie down, covered Xie Yi with a quilt, stood in front of the bed with the medicine bowl in his hand for a long time, and finally left silently to wash the dishes.

Shen Guiqiong knew that what he was thinking was wrong and outrageous, but he couldn't resist the absurd thought in his heart.

He was alone, lying on the bed at night, comforting his desire, and all the articles in front of him were Xie Yi.

Thank you for your snow-white face.

Thank you for the lacquer-like pupils.

Xie Yi jackdaw feathers are generally soft and black eye feathers.

How terrible—he finally couldn't help it, and when he kissed this person's bud-like toes covered with pale pink toenails, he thought this way—this person will become a demon for my life.

However, even if it was a knife's edge that entered his throat, he was willing to do so.

Until, Xie Yi led a young man to appear in front of him, and said to him, this is your junior brother, his name is Xie Ji.

"Xie Ji has no parents, and my surname." Xie Yi said.

At that time, Shen Guiqiong was no longer the soft and bully child in his childhood. He killed the enemy who destroyed his family back then, ascended to the position of the leader of the Moon Worship Sect, and developed the so-called Demon Sect to an unprecedented strength.

He is strong and indifferent, and the city is deep.

But when he saw the boy named Xie Ji, he still couldn't help being furious and walked away.

Even without Fu Chen, there will still be Xie Ji.

Xie Yi will never be able to belong to him alone.

Behind it, there are memories full of betrayal, blood, and pain. He completely lost his master, his... thanks.

One night is enough for two people to repeat everything that has happened over the years.

When the sky was twilight, Xie Yi got up and went out of the cave.

The sky above is just the right indigo blue, only the lonely star still falls on it and refuses to go out.In the east, there is a thin white, which is slightly revealed.It is so shy, dyeing towards the west softly, for fear of disturbing the morning star.

Yuan Shan seemed to be still asleep.

The wind is the breath of the dark-colored mountains, blowing Xie Yi's snow-white clothes flying like pieces of snow.

The women's clothes draped over his shoulders were already dry, Xie Yi stood in front of the cave on the island, looking up, the lights on the shore of the lake far away under the sky gradually faded away.

Shen Guiqiong looked at Xie Yi.

He has been looking at Xie Yi like this since more than ten years ago—carefully falling behind Xie Yi, longing to be close to him, but also ashamed of himself, not daring to approach him, humbled into the dust.

He walked over, and with some thoughts that he couldn't explain clearly, he went to ask Xie Yi: "Did you have a little soft-hearted back then?"

Xie Yu turned his head, and the faint and faint light from the sky fell on his pupils, which were clear black.

Shen Guiqiong thought of that day, when this man's sword passed through his chest, the blade was so cold, it cut off the ridiculously humble luck and prayers in his heart.But by chance, he clearly saw that there was light flickering in the depths of Xie Yi's eyes, like tears, as if, at that moment, the other party had a soft heart.

Shen Guiqiong heard Xie Yi say: "It's useless to talk too much." His voice was cold.

Shen Guiqiong gave a low laugh and said, "Let's go back, you've been missing for a day."

Xie Yi lowered his eyes and did not refute.

He followed Shen Guiqiong into the boat moored by the island.

He wasn't worried at all about how to explain his disappearance for one night. What should really be explained was Weisheng Ziyu. Why did he encounter such a thing when swimming in the lake with him?