sun and moon return

Arriving at Tingyue Lake, the surroundings were completely silent, not to mention nonsense, even the breath of Zheli seemed to have disappeared.

Qingsheng stood by Tingyue Lake for a while, but fortunately Feidao was not in the lake, he looked up at the attic.

That should be in the drinking song building.

Sure enough, after spending some time in the Yinge Building, Qingsheng sensed the aura of injustice, and he opened the door and entered.

The sun diffused into the dark room with a "squeak", and Feidao sat in the corner, resting his chin, but looked tired, with a sense of decadence that had not been washed for many days.

Seeing his dejected appearance, Qing Sheng felt annoyed, pushed the window open with a flick of his sleeves, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Zheli?"

The sun pierced his face so badly, some messy hair covered his face, and he said hoarsely, "I probably went out."

Qing Sheng frowned: "He hasn't been to Miscellaneous Hall for a few days, don't you starve to death?"

Feidao slightly opened his closed eyes, frowning in thought.

"Aren't you outside...?" Feidao asked in a low voice.

Qing Sheng glared at him: "Do you still need me to come here outside? Why don't you get up and look for it!"

After Qingsheng said that, he left in a flick of his sleeves. After he walked for a while, there was the sound of pattering rain outside again. Fei Dao was in a state of confusion, stood up from the shadows, and searched in the attic, except for a few traces in the next room Other than that, nothing.

Where can a child hide?

The sky was extremely low, and after it rained, white mist appeared all around again, and it was all gray. I followed the direction that Zheli might go, and searched all the way until I reached the forest by Tingyue Lake. a forest.

Feidao wandered in the woods, scanning every corner he could see, and released his consciousness to perceive the living beings, but found nothing, probably because he was no longer in Tingyue Lake.

Feidao collected his consciousness and planned to go back. When he returned to the nearest place to Tingyue Lake, he accidentally saw a landslide, and there seemed to be some space underneath.He fell down immediately, and there was a stone platform underneath. During the rainstorm, it was slippery everywhere. He stood on the stone platform and looked around briefly, before leaving. At that moment, a faint breath stopped his footsteps. .

He flew down to the bottom of the stone platform, and there was a narrow cave that could accommodate one person. The child crouched against the damp cave wall, and the blood that flowed from his crouched place poured into the puddle in front of him. It was stained red.

The boy's face was pale, his lips were purple, and he was trembling unconsciously. He didn't know how long he had been here.

The scarlet color made Feidao's pupils shrink, he stared at the puddle, the rain seemed to become viscous, the pink color turned bright red, and those images that he wanted to forget were desperately squeezed out of his mind...

He clenched his fists for a long time, suppressing the churning in his stomach, stepped into the puddle, and stretched out his arms to hug Zheli.

The frivolous child was like a lifeless cat, hanging softly and unconsciously on his arm, and his hands were cold and damp.

After some spiritual energy passed by, the tightly closed eyes trembled slightly. He opened the heavy eyes with great effort, and his dark lips murmured. He didn't know what to say. The clothes were completely dry, and he flew back with him in his arms.

Probably knowing that he was saved, Zheli fell into a coma with peace of mind.

Qing Sheng who was sitting on Zhe Li's bed had an ugly expression on his face, and Fei Dao who was standing outside the door was still expressionless, the low air pressure in the room stopped the flow of air.

"Are you feeling sorry for this child, or this good seedling?" Outside the door, Feidao asked in a low voice, "Aren't you the one who brought him here wounded and hungry?"

The chill on Qing Sheng's face collapsed, he knew everything, but if it wasn't for saving him, why would he do these boring things?

Qing Sheng was furious: "It doesn't matter if it's a good boy or a good seedling, at least Zheli is a descendant of the Su family. If anything happens to him in your hands, you will be charged as the murderer."

After Qing Sheng said that, he walked away.

murderer……

Feidao chewed these two cold words in a daze, and his eyes fell on the dying Zheli.

On the child's chest lay an equally frail young bird, perhaps finally warmed for a moment, struggling to arch itself in the bedding.

It seemed that he was wandering in the sky again, and he seemed to see both the young bird and the child in his eyes. If his thoughts moved slightly, he took off the quilt for a while, so as not to suffocate the young bird.

The weather outside is still unclear, just like his heart at the moment, gloomy and powerless.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, when he suddenly woke up from the lingering nightmare, he was shocked to find that he had fallen asleep peacefully for a while.

It was already dark, and the pearly light radiated from the child's chest.

It suddenly dawned on me.

It turned out to be the case.

After tidying up the kitchen, the student on duty in the Miscellaneous Hall stretched in satisfaction, looked at the dark sky outside, and was about to close the door and go back to rest, when he turned around and saw the ghostly Feidao standing behind him with a cold face, which scared him almost to death. Calling his mother to die in situ.

He clutched his chest and looked at Feidao by the moonlight: "This... senior brother... closed the door..."

Feidao didn't answer, but just indifferently threw the gift like a chicken into the disciple's arms.

Whoa!The disciple was taken aback, seeing that it was a child, he looked fair and cute, but he was dressed in tatters, an idea flashed in his mind, could it be that this is the child that the Sect Leader took care of during the day?

"Eh..." The disciple cautiously raised his eyes to look at Feidao again, unable to understand what Feidao meant, "...this senior brother... this..."

"Anything to eat?"

When the indifferent and cold voice came, the disciple understood a little bit: "Oh, brother, I want to eat."

He brought Feidao into the back kitchen, and the disciples from the Miscellaneous Hall held Zheli, dug out a few steamed buns, put them on a plate, and put them on the table: "Senior brother..." He took advantage of the light to see how old this person is. Familiar.

While searching in his memory, he said, "Brother, there are only some steamed buns left, why don't you make do with it?"

Feidao stood by the table, looking at the Zheli in his arms: "Give it to him."

"Ah?" The disciple looked at Zheli in his arms, showing a sad face, "Isn't this child... all asleep?"

He then reached out and touched Zheli's forehead, hey, good guy, it's hotter than the hot pot on the fire: "Ah, he's hot."

The non-dao gaze fell on Zheli again.

The disciple's eyes fell on Feidao again, and he complained mentally why this person is so indifferent, he didn't take care of the child he brought, he was really heartless...

Just as he was thinking, indifference... Hiss, ruthlessness... There was another flash of inspiration in his mind, and he remembered who this person was.

The disciple's eyes widened: "No... Brother Brother Feidao..."

Feidao looked at him expressionlessly, seeing that his scalp was numb, and he didn't dare to say much, so he hurriedly lit a fire to cook a bowl of hot porridge for the child, broke up the white flour steamed buns, and took care of the dying Zheli to eat some.

After eating some food, Zheli felt alive. He let out a long breath, thanked the senior brother, and saw Feidao standing at the door, and was about to leave.

Under the empty moonlight, he took big strides and went outside.

Zheli hurriedly jumped off the stool, and trotted a few steps to follow behind him.

The part of the way out of the Miscellaneous Hall was dark without any light, and he followed Feidao timidly. He was still hot and his legs were weak, but he had to trot to keep up with Feidao, because once he lost track, he would A man is left in the dark.

There were movements in the grass from time to time, which made Zheli trembling with fear. He stretched out his hand to grab Feidao's robe, but retracted in fear, and put his fists on his chest to encourage himself.

"Ouch..." Feidao turned his head, and Zheli tripped over a stone on the road and fell to the ground. He got up quickly, ignoring the dust on his body, and hurriedly followed Feidao's pace.

Seeing Feidao standing where he was, looking down at him fixedly, Zheli also looked up at him.

The fair little face was covered with some dust at this time, and a pair of big eyes blinked at him with doubts and inquiries, and couldn't bear to ask: "How old are you?"

"Eight years old, almost nine years old..." Zheli replied.

Eight-year-old child, is it like this...

Feidao slowed down his pace.

Since then, the news of non-Taoism accepting disciples has spread like wildfire.

"Have you heard that Brother Feidao has left the customs and accepted apprentices!"

"Really!"

"Senior brother Feidao actually accepts apprentices? What kind of person can be favored by him? He is not easy to get along with."

"I heard that he was seriously injured in the battle of killing demons, has he finally recovered?"

"Now the master should rest assured!"

In the Miscellaneous Hall, the disciples were gathering together, discussing a lot, and everyone was overjoyed.

In the past few years, Qingwu has undergone great changes, the senior brother died in battle, the second senior brother Feidao was seriously injured, and countless elite disciples of the same generation were killed and injured.

The head of the sect, Qingsheng, is getting worse day by day. Among the young and old disciples, only the young Feidao can take over as the head.

"Brother Feidao." One day, Feidao went out to eat with a gift, and ran into Baishan by chance.

"Uncle Baishan." Zheli also bowed obediently to him.

Fei Dao slightly nodded, then took the gift and left.

One, one, and one were bathed in the midday sun, and Baishan stared at the backs of the two. At some point, the child gradually had a smile on his face, and he was no longer the timid and cowering look he used to be, chasing after Feidao from stumbles. Her footsteps turned into walking beside him, and then into grabbing his long sleeves.

Baishan stared, and somewhat understood what the headmaster meant.

Perhaps what he hopes is to see that Zheli can lead his brother to bathe in the sunshine again, instead of being closed in his own world.

At night, Zheli listened to the Fushui of Moon Lake and went back.

The lamp in the study room reflected Feidao's shadow, Zheli was a little curious, and when he got closer, he saw Feidao standing by the window staring into the distance, frowning, as if he was thinking about it.

He seems to always be like that, easily immersed in his own thoughts.

"Master!" Zheli shouted loudly, waving at him.

Fei Dao's eyes turned to him, revealing a little warmth.

"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."

At this moment, he seemed to finally understand what Qing Sheng meant.

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Cut out the previous lengthy plot