sun and moon return

Going around the way of right and wrong with an enchantment to block it, but was still shaken by this huge body.

He retreated quickly, dodging the cold dragon that came again. Although the cold dragon flew into the air, he slammed into the glacier. In an instant, the ice and snow hit the ground randomly from mid-air. Although the glacier was vast, it was also knocked out of cracks.Correspondingly, non-Tao actions stagnate.

The master's injury is still not healed, using such a powerful force...

A bad premonition rose in Zheli's heart.

The soul rope was wrapped around the cold dragon again, and the cold dragon desperately consumed each other with the collision and the icy artistic conception of inhumanity. The momentum seemed like life and death.

As the scuffle between the two sides became fierce, Zheli keenly noticed that the blue and white soul rope was stained with blood, and the glacier was already in chaos. Stopped there, ready to go and wait for the fight to the death.

"Master!" Zheli slapped the barrier eagerly.

The white light on Feidao's body was faintly bloody, and at the moment when the cold dragon burst into flames, the icy artistic conception quickly closed, and the spiritual power injected into the soul rope soared, Zheli staggered and climbed again amidst the earth-shattering vibrations. rise.

The surrounding area has returned to its previous appearance, the barrier was shattered, Feidao fell straight to the ground, the imprint of the cold dragon flashed from between his brows, and Zheli ran over to grab his hand, feeling his limbs and bones were all cold Surprisingly, he suddenly released his hand, and a thin layer of ice soon appeared on Feidao's body.

"master!"

Having just narrowly escaped death from Jieqiao, Zheli collapsed and knelt in front of Feidao, dragging him on his shoulders and walking back step by step, regardless of the biting cold.

He wanted to go back to that warm spring scene, maybe he could still have a chance of life.

The cold had already stung his mortal body, Zheli panted heavily, and mouthfuls of hot air escaped from his mouth, and when he felt powerless and spinning, he had already fallen on the ice.

He exhausted his last bit of strength and hugged Feidao in his arms. He felt as if he was hugging a piece of ice, maybe he had already turned into ice, too numb to tell whether it was cold or pain.

"Master." Zheli looked at Feidao weakly, "Wake up..."

Feidao didn't respond at all, Zheli closed his eyes tiredly, he could still hear the pounding heartbeat and gurgling blood flow in his ears, but it was gradually becoming slow and weak.

Are they going to die in these four seasons and nine voids after all?

Master... If I had known this earlier... I definitely don't want you to come here...

Zheli's thoughts were intermittent, and the only thing he did with all his might was to hold Feidao tightly in his arms.

Just when he felt that he was about to die, the Requiem Pearl lit up with a faint light. At the same time, Zheli once again felt the expanding power rising from the Lingtai. This familiar power brought him a little warmth and greatly Alleviated the body's stiffness.

Zheli thought, maybe right and wrong triggered Tianye Yaofang again unintentionally.

And in Feidao's altar, on the ten thousand li glacier, a warm rain, wrapped in spiritual power, saved Feidao's life.

The warm current flowing from outside gave Feidao some more chips in the balance against Hanlong. A moment later, Hanlong was completely wrapped by the glacier in the altar and disappeared without a trace.

His hand was held back in a trance, he was so tired that it was extremely difficult to even lift his eyelids, as if he had returned to that familiar embrace, he felt being moved with difficulty until the coldness disappeared completely.

Fluttering petals brushed against her face, and Zheli woke up slowly amidst the floating fragrance of flowers.

The falling petals seem to have covered him with a robe.

Zheli stretched his neck and saw that Feidao was meditating next to him. He breathed a long sigh of relief and lay down in the soft sea of ​​flowers again, stretching out his hands to feel the warm sunlight passing through the gap.

"Wake up." Feidao withdrew his momentum and walked towards him, "Are you okay?"

Zheli nodded weakly: "A little tired."

Feidao frowned and looked at him: "Tianye Yaofang absorbed part of your vitality and transferred it to me..." He knelt down and reached out to touch Zheli's forehead, which was still a little cold.

So that's the case, Zheli raised his eyelids to look at him: "Where is Hanlong?"

"It has been absorbed by me."

Zheli smiled weakly but relievedly: "That's good." In this way, it can be regarded as a little supplement to the loss of Feidao.

"I thought we would die there and be frozen into ice sculptures." Zheli closed his eyes and said mockingly, "I can't do anything to help Master while I see him being injured..."

He sighed, his smile fading away.

Feidao looked at him: "As a teacher, I have the responsibility to protect you."

Zheli opened his eyes, his heart turned back and forth, and he looked at him fixedly. After a while, he turned his head to look at the beautiful spring, and murmured: "Responsibility..."

Feidao followed his gaze and looked up. The spring breeze swayed the sea of ​​flowers, and the waves gradually rose.

"But I don't want to be the responsibility of the master."

Zheli's voice was not too loud, although Feidao could hear it clearly, he still cast a questioning look.

"I want to be your right-hand man, just like Master Baishan,"

I want...to protect the person I want to protect, like he protected me.

I want to stand shoulder to shoulder with you.

I want to walk with you.

The barely audible whispers were more like swearing than explaining.

Feidao naturally wouldn't doubt Zheli's determination, he smiled and nodded: "Okay."

After repairing, the two continued to set off, passing through the four seasons of winter, and then from winter to autumn.

The boundary between the four seasons and the nine voids is very clear. The cold wind gradually stops, and where the ice and snow melt, the gorgeous and colorful autumn forest appears in front of the two, which is obviously the boundary of the four seasons of autumn.

The sky in autumn is blue. Compared with the warm spring, autumn is more sassy. Although there are no flowers, there are also various strong colors.

Bright yellow like the morning sun, red like sunset glow, evergreen like emerald, and clear blue like lake water.

Stepping on the fallen leaves all the way, accompanied by the fat squirrels in the forest, is as pleasant as going out to enjoy the autumn.

Until the two came to the foot of a mountain.

This is a small hill in a maple leaf forest. From a distance, it looks like a fire is burning on the mountain, and it seems that the sun is falling on the top of the mountain.

Stepping on the fallen leaves as thick as a blanket, following the mountain road, Zheli's expression became more and more incredible, and his steps gradually accelerated, and he found a house without any effort.

The house is located in a maple leaf forest, surrounded by emerald bamboos, and various flowers and plants are planted outside the bamboos, and there is a swing in the open space in front of the gate.

He stood outside the courtyard in a daze, caressing the smooth wooden swing, his eyes slowly turning red.

Feidao, who followed closely behind, glanced at the house in front of him unexpectedly, and was even more timid with the nostalgia.

He once had the impression that this was the former residence of Fengyelin Zheli's parents.

Zheli pushed open the fence at the gate of the courtyard, and then pushed open the gate, and stepped into the front yard, where ponds, swimming fish, and a few peach trees stood by the water. courage.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door.

"Zheli." It seemed that a mother's gentle call came from inside. He stood outside the threshold, looking at the lonely and familiar yard, and finally couldn't help crying.

Standing outside the door, Feidao looked at Zheli's back, his heart turned a thousand times, and after a long time, he raised his heel to follow.

Pushing open one door after another, there is neither dust nor any popularity in the room. The furnishings are roughly like the former residence in the maple leaf forest, but not all.

When he came to the study, Zheli looked at the familiar calligraphy and paintings hanging in the study. His mother's handwriting was delicate and his father's handwriting was bold and powerful, just like the personalities of those two real people.

Feidao's eyes fell on the painting.

In the painting, a waterfall hangs down from the nine heavens, a high mountain stands among the clouds, the sun is like a huge golden wheel, and the sun shines on the same tall and weird buildings. The buildings surround a circular open space, surrounded by people. Strange, there are people as tall as city walls, people with wings, and animals standing around.

"Master, didn't you ask me why I know the characters on the boundary marker?" Zheli picked up a book on the table and handed it to him.

The title of the book is also in that strange font, but Feidao recognized it. He flipped through the yellowed pages, but there was nothing in it.

Since Qinglin copied the scenery of the human world for Siyue, it can only go to this point.

Zheli sat down at the desk in disappointment, looked at a red maple sticking out of the window, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke it: "Even it is exactly the same."

"Master, do you still remember that when I first arrived in Qingwu, I told you that I wanted to go back to Maple Leaf Forest?"

Feidao didn't answer, so he naturally remembered.

"I didn't want to go back after that," Zheli smiled with tears in his eyes. "Master, senior uncles and senior brothers treated me very well. I wanted to forget this place, but found that I hadn't forgotten anything."

He let out a long sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears, looked back and said, "Let's go."

Leaving from the Maple Leaf Forest, Zheli stood at the foot of the mountain and looked into the distance for a while, then followed Feidao and left without looking back.

After passing through the time of autumn, the two went straight to the time of summer.

The sky is clear and bright, the lakes and mountains are beautiful, the lake reflects the blue sky and white clouds, and the cool breeze blows.

Looking around, it is clear that it is an ordinary scene in the world, with mountains and rivers, greenery and vitality.

Suddenly heard the sound of bells and laughter coming from afar, the two looked at each other, surprised in their hearts, is there anyone else here?

Feidao took the folding ceremony, and the two looked up into the sky, and saw a purple-clothed girl playing with a pet on a grassland on the opposite bank, and there was a mansion further away from the grassland.

Feidao and Feidao flew to the opposite bank.

As if aware of the popularity, the pet suddenly whined, the girl stopped smiling, stood up and looked at Feidao and Feidao vigilantly.

The wind was blowing in all directions, the girl spread her five fingers, and a white flying feather flew out from the palm of her hand, gradually increasing in size, and the whole body was radiant.The girl Shi Shiran sat on the flying feathers and rose into the sky, surrounded by several flying feathers.

She looked at Feidao and Zheli idly.

"No one has set foot in this Xiaoxiang territory for hundreds of years," the girl laughed softly, "I don't know where you two came from, and why did you come here?"

Feidao stopped in mid-air.

Zhe Li looked at the girl, she seemed to be sixteen or seventeen years old, she was delicate and tender, her smile was like a spring flower, and her voice was like a dazzling sound.

"Xiaoxiang Realm." Zheli bowed slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Girl, the two of us got lost here, I'm really sorry for disturbing her. But who is the girl, and why are you here?"

Si Yue looked at the two of them up and down, and said with a smile, "I am Qingluan Immortal Si Yue."