I cross the cold pond

All the disciples in Tianjimen knew about it, and the headmaster who had been closed for several months came out.

He also knew that the first thing the head master did when he came out was to punish their elder brother Yan Qinghe.

For a whole month, the eldest brother would go to Siguo Hall to be punished for two hours every evening at sunset.

Two hours later, he would stagger back to his place of residence under the moonlight with the smell of blood all over his body.

During the day, some disciples accidentally ran into Yan Qinghe, and they could smell the lingering bloody smell from the senior brother from a distance.

Some disciples couldn't bear it, and felt that no matter how big a big mistake the senior brother made, he shouldn't be punished so severely. Dozens of scattered people knelt at the door of the head master and begged for Yan Qinghe's mercy.

Among them, the most excited person was Liu Ying.

There are not many female disciples of Tianjimen. As the third senior sister of Tianjimen, she knelt in front of the crowd and pleaded with the master Xu Lingzi who was closed behind closed doors: "I don't know what the big brother did wrong, but he is really guilty. Not so much.

Receive a white whip every day in Siguotang, and he will die within a few days of being unworthy.

Master, for the sake of raising him since childhood, don't treat him like this! "

Master Xu Lingzi still locked the door, and it seemed that he was going to fight Yan Qinghe to the end, and Yan Qinghe must surrender.

Dozens of disciples knelt outside the door and saw that no one answered inside the door, and loudly advised them again.

Xu Lingzi was actually a little distressed. Although he was angry at Yan Qinghe and tempted, he never had the desire to whip him.

On the third day when Yan Qinghe went to the Siguo Hall to receive his punishment, he even pulled his face down and told Yan Qinghe to go to the ancestral hall of the sect to reflect on himself, so that he didn't have to come back to the Siguo Hall.

But Yan Qinghe didn't listen at all, and came to receive the punishment as usual the next day. He felt that he was deliberately angry with himself, and wanted to make himself a master to apologize to him.

Half a month has passed, and those who are hardened will also be beaten by the long whips of the two elders in charge of precepts in Si Guotang.

The two elders who are in charge of the precepts of the Tianji Sect really don't know how to adapt, and they are selfless and ruthless.

Whenever the disciples of the Fan Sect felt that they were wrong, they came to receive the punishment, but they refused to persuade them to leave, they would punish them honestly, and even if they were killed, they would think that the disciple who had thought about it had committed a serious crime and deserved to die like this.

If Xu Lingzi counts it, he is over 100 years old. After witnessing many days, he feels that life is nothing but trivial things.

He is considered open-minded in dealing with most issues, but he was almost blown out of his beard and stared in front of everyone by this big disciple.

A few days ago, he was really afraid that Yan Qinghe would be beaten to death, so he pulled his face to persuade Yan Qinghe, only saying that he should know that he is different from others, and if he really talks about love and hate, it may end in extreme pain for both parties.

Yan Qinghe knelt in the center of the hall without saying a word, not listening to his good words at all.

He waved his sleeves, letting him do it for himself, do whatever he wanted, and he didn't care anymore.

At that time, he really thought that Yan Qinghe's appearance was forcing himself, the master who raised him since he was a child, to compromise. He wanted to compromise himself, so Xu Lingzi could only compromise.

Not expecting Xu Lingzi's painful compromise, Yan Qinghe raised a sickly pale face, knelt on the ground meticulously and told him in a straight voice: "I made mistakes first, and I deserve to be punished."

Xu Lingzi sighed and wanted to say that you were wrong for being a teacher.

Yan Qinghe actually added: "My fault is that Xu Ziru saved me in the dream of the Three Treasures and has not woken up yet."

Xu Lingzi was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Yan Qinghe paused and said: "If he doesn't wake up for a day, my caning will not stop for a day."

Xu Lingzi said angrily: "If he doesn't wake up, you will die, right?!"

Yan Qinghe didn't speak.

Xu Lingzi sighed: "You can whip a hundred times a day, and when he wakes up, you will be useless too."

Yan Qinghe replied indifferently: "No."

Xu Lingzi sighed again after a long time: "Qinghe, I never told you."

Yan Qinghe looked up at Xu Lingzi.

Xu Lingzi said: "You were brought out by Liu Ye from the Exorcism Abyss.

When he took you out, you were five or six years old, unable to speak or understand anything. "

Yan Qinghe was stunned, he lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "Am I a monster?"

Xu Lingzi was silent for a moment, but said truthfully: "No one knows what you are.

But your nature is pure and kind, and your heart is firm. You shouldn't be those things. "

Yan Qinghe did not reply.

Xu Lingzi said: "I don't want to go my own way to prevent you from falling in love with others, but this is really..." He paused and sighed when he said this.

Yan Qinghe knelt in the hall, his back was still soaked in blood, when he heard this news that he had never known, his expression did not change a bit: "I see, Master."

he answered.

Xu Lingzi said slowly: "I didn't want to tell you this."

Yan Qinghe let out an "um".

Xu Lingzi asked again: "Then do you still insist on falling in love with others?"

Yan Qinghe seemed to think about it, he lowered his head slightly, and replied slowly: "Then we have to wait for that person to wake up."

He paused, then said, "See if he wants me."

After Xu Lingzi said "Stubborn", he couldn't do anything about him anymore.

Yan Qinghe endured a hundred lashes every day for thirty days, until dozens of disciples in the sect knelt at the door of the head master, begging the master to forgive his sins.

The master is also quite wronged, the matter of the monsters in the exorcism abyss has not been resolved yet, another accident happened in Yan Qinghe, the master is so distressed that he does not open the door, and usually goes out by the side door secretly.

During the day, the children in Yanqinghe's courtyard took Yanqinghe's blood-stained robes from the night before, burned them and discarded them.

Yan Qinghe had just put on new clothes and sat beside Xu Ziru's bed with wet hair, the faint scent of saponins on his body mixed with a bit of blood.

Because of the caning for a month, he looked so thin that he couldn't hold his clothes.

When Uncle Liu entered his room, he was sitting on the small chair next to Xu Ziru's bed, dozing off with his head drooping because of exhaustion, when he heard the movement, he straightened his back, and said after seeing someone, "Uncle Liu."

Uncle Liu entered the room and looked at Xu Ziru's bed for a while: "Are you still awake?"

Yan Qinghe didn't answer, just asked: "Master told me a few days ago that I was taken out of the Exorcism Abyss by Uncle Liu when I was five or six years old."

Uncle Liu hummed, and replied casually as if he didn't have a good memory: "It seems that there is such a thing."

Yan Qinghe asked him: "Does Uncle Liu know who I am?"

Uncle Liu turned his head and glanced at him: "You..." He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't know."

Yan Qinghe shifted his gaze to Xu Ziru, and asked again: "Then will I harm others?"

Uncle Liu seemed to be taken aback by the question, and after a while he asked back: "Do you think you will harm people?"

Yan Qinghe was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."

It was rare for Yan Qinghe to feel at a loss for himself. Uncle Liu patted him on the shoulder and persuaded him: "Someone came to persuade me so that you don't have to think about it anymore."

Yan Qinghe's expression was indifferent: "I know what I know, so I don't need to persuade you again."

Uncle Liu stopped talking. He poked his head over the bed and looked at Xu Ziru for a while, with a faint look of worry in his eyes, then he let out a breath, turned and left.

In the evening, Yan Qinghe packed his clothes, got up and walked towards Si Guotang, along the way he saw several disciples blocking the way, and they all said they had something to ask him, and asked him to leave with him for a while.

Yan Qinghe said that he would talk about it in the daytime tomorrow, and he went to Siguotang again without stopping.

He pushed open the door of the palace, lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt on the ground with his knees down, and began to suffer the torture without saying a word.

After one hundred lashes, he stayed on the spot for more than an hour before he could support his weak body. After thanking the two elders who were punishing him, he opened the door of the hall of thought, and staggered on the moonlight all the way to his yard. Walk.

Along the way, there were juniors who wanted to come forward to help him, but he waved his hand and refused, and only asked people to go back to the room to rest, and stopped talking.

When he arrived at the gate of his own courtyard, there were more than a dozen disciples behind him who saw him off all the way.

Yan Qinghe walked unsteadily towards his bedroom, dragging his almost unconscious body, ignoring his fellow disciples who followed him all the way.

When he walked to the courtyard in front of the bedroom, he lowered his head and stared at his shadow on the ground. He was a little sleepy and tired, and he couldn't feel any sensation on his messy back, and he couldn't even feel any sensation of himself.

He raised his head and glanced at the direction in which his shadow extended. He turned his eyes straight back to the bedroom, but saw a person sitting indistinctly in front of the pond in the courtyard.

He suddenly looked up and saw that there was indeed a person lazily sitting on the ground leaning against the stone. The person looked at the fish swimming in the pool for a while, then raised his hand and threw a few pieces of fish food into it.

Yan Qinghe pursed his lips.

The man who was lazily sitting on the ground glanced back under the moonlight, and smiled out of sight: "Hi, senior brother.

haven't seen you for a long time. "

Yan Qinghe's eyes turned red.

Xu Ziru picked up two weeds on the ground, crescent-like eyes bent: "I pretend you didn't see me."

Yan Qinghe walked over, lowered his head and stared at Xu Ziru for a long while, his eyes were flushed, and two tears fell down on the face of Xu Ziru who was looking up at him.

Xu Ziru stretched out his hand to wipe it, with a surprised expression on his face: "It's raining..." He thought it would rain at Tianjimen, but he couldn't believe that Yan Qinghe would cry.

He sniffed uncomfortably at the tip of his nose, and smelled a faint smell of blood, a little strange, "What smell?"

Yan Qinghe said in a deep voice, "You're awake."

Xu Ziru frowned, Yan Qinghe suddenly lost all strength and fell straight to the ground.

Xu Ziru frowned and stretched out his hand to help him, but when he touched Yan Qinghe's back, he felt sticky. He paused, thinking about what was going on with a calm face.

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

Tears welled up in the corners of Yan Qinghe's eyes, he closed his eyes for a long time, tried to keep calm and asked, "When did you wake up?"

Xu Ziru supported Yan Qinghe, looked down at this moment, only to see that Yan Qinghe was really crying just now, he felt a little indescribable in his heart for a while, and was speechless for a long time.

It took a long time to accept the shock in my heart, and replied to Yan Qinghe with a few questions in a low voice: "A few hours ago.

Seeing that there was no one in the house, I went out to look around. "

He asked, "What time is it, how long has it been since you woke up?" What is the situation now?

Xu Ziru has a lot of questions to ask, and the hemp balls in his head are waiting to be smoothed out.

Yan Qinghe sat up with his palms propped up, his face was pale and his figure couldn't hold his clothes, and he sat cross-legged under the moonlight.

After a while, he still closed his eyes, and said softly: "It's been two months since I went to He Zhen's house, and it's been more than one month since I woke up."

Xu Ziru clicked his tongue, and said to himself: "Is it so long?"

Yan Qinghe didn't speak, Xu Ziru went to look at him again, and saw that the man was sickly all over, with wounds on his body, and thought with a calm face: "The demons in the Exorcist Abyss are completely out of control, right? He said as he took something from his sleeve, "Where is He Zhen now? I found this in my sleeve when I woke up. Can we go to the Exorcism Abyss tomorrow..."

He thought that the Tianji Gate had already been infested by monsters, and that Yan Qinghe would be injured, and it was urgent to use Nuwa Stone to suppress the demon abyss.

Yan Qinghe suddenly asked abruptly and calmly: "Do you still want me?"