The little wolf dog of the next door sect misses me [Rebirth]

Tao Song knew that the person in front of him had more important things to do, and Yu Shi kept his true identity from him, so he cooperated and pretended not to know; He didn't have time to think about the love of his children, and he didn't force him.

He can wait.He has been waiting all his life, and there is nothing he can't afford.

Tao Song kept saying this to himself, but when he heard Yu Shi's words tonight, he suddenly didn't want to wait anymore.

When Cui Ling came to pass on Yu Shi's words, he actually said don't delay him.

Tao Song's heart ached, he didn't know whether it was sorrow or anger.

He always felt that Yu Shi didn't like him, but only now did he realize that it wasn't that Yu Shi didn't like him, but that he didn't dare to like him.

Yu Shi actually felt that he was delaying him.

Yu Shi, if you mention the word delay, you have delayed me for many years, and now you say that you will throw away your hands, so why do you have it?

The dew was even deeper, and even the night wind was filled with cold tide, so Tao Song came to him without thinking.

He wanted an answer, and he wanted to hear Yu Shi say it himself.

He only needs to say that he likes it.

Even a little bit is fine.

Tao Song has always been a stubborn person. If he likes someone, he won't let go.If that person also likes him, even if he dies and drinks Mengpo soup on Huangquan Road, he will not be able to let go of that person in his next life.

This is not the character that a child of a family should have, but he is different from his elder brothers.

When he was young, he saw a letter written by his elder brother who was well-behaved and ordered his servants to send it to the singing girl who had a good relationship with Jiaofangsi.

The eldest brother has reached the age of marriage, and the elders in the family have taught that everyone who should be cut off should be cut off.

He watched his elder brother standing in front of the window, chasing after the figure of the messenger boy for a long time, and finally only stared at the courtyard emptyly.

Tao Song has a keen mind since he was a child, and he only feels that there is pain like a knife in his elder brother's eyes.

He said timidly, "Brother, do you still like that woman?"

Unexpectedly, the eldest brother did not reprimand him, but nodded after a long silence.

He felt bolder again: "Then... that girl, does she also like brother?"

Seeing his elder brother suppressing the heavy pain between his brows, he hummed.

"Then why..." Tao Song didn't know what to say, and finally he just picked a way, "Why do we have to separate?"

The eldest brother patted his head very gently, and remained silent for a long time, finally swallowed a lot of the truths he was tired of hearing from the elders, and finally said: "She is not suitable, and neither can I."

Tao Song was not very old at that time, and he could only hear layers of sadness from these words. He wanted to comfort his elder brother, but he didn't understand: "It's fine if elder brother likes the right person." ?”

He saw his eldest brother smile, but he sighed softly: "How can everything be so perfect in life?"

Later, the elder brother got married, and the elder sister-in-law came from a noble family, gentle, virtuous, elegant and generous. Red curtains were hung all over the mansion. The elder brother brought his elder sister-in-law to greet the elders. What, very sad.

At that time, he didn't fully understand the matter of love, he just felt that if he also met a person who was happy with each other, he would definitely not be like his elder brother.

He will definitely go out of his way to be with that person.

But he didn't have a chance to do anything about the elopement of the children of the aristocratic family with the singing and dancing concubine in the storybook, so he moved his family back to the old house from central Beijing.

In the next few years, the previous dynasty fell and the new king came to the throne. His grandfather was highly respected and was recalled to Beijing by the new dynasty for reuse.

On the way back to Beijing, he passed by Xiaoman Mountain, encountered a demon, and his whole family died tragically, leaving him alone.

Originally, Tao Song would not have anything to do with the Taoism of Xianmen. He knew that there were demons and ghosts in this world, but he never thought that it would have anything to do with him.

A family like the Dow family has hairpin tassels from generation to generation, and it is a noble family whose foundation cannot be shaken even if the dynasties change.

As soon as he was born, the trajectory of his life was paved.

He studied books when he was young, took scientific examinations when he was young, and then entered the official career. He learned the principles of self-cultivation, family harmony and world peace since he was a child. He will be like his grandfather, father, and uncles.

Tao Song does not resist this kind of life, as does his grandfather, father, uncle and every elder brother.Although, he can't say he likes it.

With his background, such a lintel, he didn't have too many choices that he could choose according to his heart.

But that night, all of this turned into a phantom.

Tao Song was lying on the haystack, the thatch was rough and it hurt his whole body, but he was unconscious.

He seemed to have thought a lot about what would happen to the new king, whether someone in the court deliberately attacked him, how the clan would change, what would happen to the girl that the fifth elder brother had just made an appointment to kiss, and whether his aunt would move when she heard the news that she was still pregnant. Fetal gas, the parrot that Jingzhong Zhu's brother is going to give him may not be seen...

He even thought of the singing girl whom his elder brother wrote to reject many years ago, would he be sad when he heard the news?

His mind was empty, he didn't know what to think, but he thought a lot.

Until the man with the sword put away his sword, looked around, and said sadly: "It's a bit late."

He heard this sentence, but he no longer had any mental energy and didn't want to move at all.

But the man noticed him, pushed aside the thatch, and carried him out.

Tao Song was in a trance, the moonlight was clear and cold, and the person in front of him was more ethereal than the moonlight.

Tao Song saw that he had stained the man's skirt, just now the evil spirits were everywhere, the man was not stained with any dust, mud and blood, but now the clothes were stained with his body's mud.

He didn't know what to do.He seemed to have been drained of all spirit, leaving only an empty shell.

He grew up slowly, and his stature was not mature at this age. The man was a bit taller than him, squatting in front of him with his knees bent, embracing him with one arm, but he was a little at a loss with the other hand.

Tao Song didn't know why there was the word "overwhelmed" on the face of a person who drew his sword to kill evil without batting an eye.

The man just looked at him helplessly, seemed to think for a long time, and then comforted clumsily: "Don't be afraid, it's really all right..."

Tao Song thought to himself, he was frightened by his distraught appearance.

He didn't know where he got the energy to take care of other people's emotions, but he felt that he was not qualified to make others worry.

So he moved, put his hands around the man's neck, and buried his head on the man's shoulder.

The man's body was warm, Tao Song leaned forward, suddenly felt a bit sore in his numbness.

He belatedly felt the great sorrow hidden in his heart, which twisted his internal organs and limbs, as if it was about to split open in his heart.

He desperately suppressed the pain, but when Fang closed his eyes, there were bloody pictures in his mind.

He was afraid, trembling with fear, and the ups and downs of grief in his heart seemed to swallow his consciousness.

He unconsciously clenched the person in his arms.

The man seemed to tense his body, but he relaxed after a while, hugging him with one hand, and caressing his back unskillfully with the other: "Don't be afraid, with me here, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

Tao Song didn't hold back, his eyes suddenly turned sore.

As if aware of his desperately suppressed sobbing, the man patted him again: "Cry if you want to cry, it won't be sad when you cry."

Tao Song relaxed, and overwhelming grief instantly overwhelmed him.

He cried in that person's arms for a long time, until his consciousness was almost blurred, and the person gave him relief: "Are you tired?"

Tao Song was very tired.He had no strength, so he could only lean on the man's shoulder, sobbing and weeping.

The man patted him again: "Shall I take you to another place?"

"Are you going to kill them?" Tao Song's voice was hoarse, and even he himself was startled when he said those words.

He grew up in a family of poetry, books, rites and music, and no one ever taught him to say such words as killing people.

The man seemed silent.

Tao Song's heart was empty, and suddenly he was overwhelmed by great grief. In this boundless pain, he grasped a ray of empty hatred.

He didn't want to be restrained by this grief again, he tightly grasped this touch of hatred, and made up his mind: "I beg you... please, take me to kill them."

He doesn't have the ability to kill those escaped monsters, and he is not qualified to beg this person, but he can't just cry.

He can't do nothing, although he doesn't know what else he can do in the future.

Tao Song tightly clutched the man's clothes, crying until he lost all strength, but he didn't want to let go.

The man finally said, "Okay."

The man helped him out of his arms with a very solemn expression: "But you can't kill anything now."

Tao Song stared at him for a long time, wandering around in the misty moonlight, he whispered: "I can learn."

He clearly knew that he had made a decision.So he spoke louder and repeated: "I can learn, I want to learn."

There was some hesitation in that person's expression, and Tao Song could tell that he didn't agree.

But Tao Song didn't feel anxious or expect anything.He only has the magnanimity of having nothing left. If this person doesn't want to teach him, he will find other masters.

The man paused, but said something Tao Song didn't think of: "I mean, I can kill those things for you."

Tao Song was somewhat unexpected.

"It's not difficult for me to kill those things. I can do it for you," the man looked at him, and said the last two words, "Revenge."

Tao Song has a keen mind, even at this moment, he also thought of the human relationship in the rivers and lakes.

From now on, this person is his benefactor.

Tao Song kept his trembling voice: "Sir, I have nothing to repay for your kindness. I have nothing now. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely give everything I have to repay today's kindness."

The man froze for a moment, seemingly amused.

Tao Song didn't know what he said wrong.

The man paused for a moment before choosing an unimportant sentence: "Don't call me Mr.

Due to Tao Song's background, the seniors he has come into contact with, regardless of blood relatives, all habitually call him "Sir".

He also doesn't know what to call people in the Jianghu, or everyone in the Xianmen.

The man only patted him on the shoulder, and took his hand again: "You can call me, Jianxiu."

Tao Song was covered with a small magic weapon, and the man led him to search the mountains and forests for tens of miles around, and when he saw the shadow of the evil spirit, he drew his sword and killed it.

The sword light was cool and cold, but it carried the majesty of splitting mountains and seas. The figure of that person was elegant, and when he was punishing evil, it was like a ray of frost, piercing straight into people's eyes.

Tao Song thought of a sentence in the poem, kill a person in ten steps, and never stay for a thousand miles.It turns out that this is what is said in the script, the man who cultivates the sword.

Standing in the magic weapon, he forced himself to watch the Hansu sword light wrestling with the evil spirit.

This reminded him of the tragic death of his relatives, but he couldn't forget it.He was afraid, he hated, he was so afraid that he trembled with hatred, but he forced himself not to look away.

But he overestimated himself.

Since he was a child, he had never seen such a bloody scene, and he couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

The moonlight gradually turned to the west, and Tao Song finally collapsed, curled up in the magic weapon and cried bitterly.

The man came back, opened the magic weapon, and hugged him gently.

Tao Song knew he couldn't cry anymore, but he couldn't help it, and cried harder while hugging that warm embrace.

The man let him go smoothly, but this time he tore him away.

Tao Song stood in front of him and forced himself to calm down.

The man seemed to shake his head, and then slowly said: "Those things can't escape from this area for dozens of miles. I will kill all the evil spirits here."

Tao Song cried so much that his eyes hurt, he bit his lower lip tightly, biting it a little bit, and finally restrained himself: "Thank you Jianxiu."

The man shook his head again, looked at him for a while, and then said: "You just said that you want to repay me?"

Tao Song didn't know whether the person in front of him was good or bad, and he didn't understand what he meant.But he owed others, no matter what he should pay.

He flinched instinctively, bit his mouth again, and strengthened his courage: "I am willing to do anything."

The man was a little funny again, got up and patted his head.

Such an intimate gesture made Tao Song's heart ache, but for some reason, he felt a little relieved.

The man looked directly at him, and finally got to the point: "If you really want to repay me, then promise me, and don't only have hatred in your heart in the future."

Tao Song didn't expect him to say that.

The man's tone was gentle, but his brows were very serious: "I know you won't forgive, and I don't want you to forgive, so I killed those things for you and avenged you."

"I hope that you will no longer be entangled by hatred."

Tao Song's heart was full of pitfalls, and he didn't resist his words, but it was difficult to accept them for a while.

The man held his hand: "You just wanted to practice Taoism because you hated those things."

Tao Song had an intuition that he had made a mistake, which was called impure intentions and unrighteous intentions, but under the moonlight, the man's eyes were clear, so he admitted it and nodded.

The man patted his hand comfortingly: "We sword repairers draw swords to save people. I don't hope that when you draw your sword in the future, your heart will be full of hatred. This will destroy your character. It will ruin your life too."

"Don't let hatred determine who you will become in the future, can you promise me?"

This person said from the bottom of his heart, these principles of doing things for people, only the teachers at home would mention them to him in the past.

A sour warmth rose in Tao Song's heart, and there was also some unknown dependence. After thinking for a moment, he nodded lightly but solemnly.

The man patted him on the shoulder again, and sighed insignificantly: "You probably have nowhere to go. I can take you back to Yuntai and cultivate for a while, but I can't accept you as a disciple."

Tao Song's family has a complicated family, and his flesh and blood relatives have schemes after all. All his branches were lost, and he could only live with others when he went home.

He had already made up his mind to go with this man, but he didn't want to hear this.

The man smiled helplessly at him: "There are senior brothers above me, but they all confiscated apprentices, and I have no qualifications."

Tao Song finally said a word in a normal tone tonight: "Are your brothers as good as you?"

Naturally not.

After he went back with this person, he was exhausted and seriously ill. It wasn't until he returned to Yuntai that he realized in a daze that this person was Yu Shi.

It was what he heard in the storybook and drama, that, the number one swordsman in the world.

He began to pay attention to this person involuntarily, from curiosity to excessive attention later, from the admiration among his disciples to the praise of Yuntai elders, he carefully and contentedly inquired about Yu Shi's news.

But he couldn't completely get out of the shadow of Miemen, and when he was cultivating in Yuntai, he said very little. Even if there was an accident in the middle and Yu Shi saved him again, he didn't pay much attention to him.

Yu Shi saved him that night, it was really just a matter of little effort.

When Tao Song thought about this truth on a warm wind blowing evening, he felt unwilling for the first time.

He was inexplicably unhappy, but when Yu Shi was teaching other young disciples how to practice swords, he quickly understood why this unhappiness came from.

He is jealous.

He fell in love with Yu Shi.

He wanted Yu Shi to belong to him alone.

Tao Song's mind is sensitive and delicate, but when he understood his intentions, he was about to be sent away.

He boldly ground Yu Shi and promised to wait for him.

He was also a little older at this time, and gradually understood what his elder brother meant by "inappropriate" in the past.

He doesn't match up with Yu Zhi enough.He pestered Yu Shi to be with him, and would only let the worldly eyes talk about Yu Shi behind his back.

What's more, Yu Shi is one of the best people in this world, if he is not top-notch, why should he like Yu Shi?

He entered Fufeng with these thoughts in mind, Zhuang Shen treated him very carefully, and after a while, he finally straightened his mind.When the previous hatred no longer affected him, Zhuang Shen finally allowed him to learn swordsmanship.

Tao Song has never been in contact with martial arts. Although there are some generals in his family, he was raised as a civil servant since he was a child.

At the beginning of learning the sword, I suffered a lot.

Zhuang Shen was strict with his disciples, he was not even allowed to cry when training him in the early years.Tao Song gritted his teeth and persisted, after all, his progress was extremely fast. In the three-year test, he won the top spot for the third time.

He is more and more outstanding in Fufeng, but he is only sixty years old, his stature is outstanding, his appearance is outstanding, and his cultivation is also very outstanding.

But Zhuang Shen was very calm, and only suppressed him not to show his face, until that day, he was finally allowed to practice the last move of Fufeng swordsmanship.

Tao Song was overjoyed, he knew that Master had made up his mind and was about to push him out.

Immediately, he will be able to meet Yu Shi in a dignified manner.

He practiced and studied calmly, and when he was about to make a breakthrough, there was a sudden rumor in the door that Yu Shi died.

He fell straight down the stairs as high as Zangshu Pavilion.

After he woke up, he cried and begged his master to take him to Yuntai, Zhuang Shen brought him up with one hand, wanting to beat him and scold him, but he couldn't bear it.

That night, in front of Yu Shi's tomb, Tao Song suddenly thought of his elder brother's words.

"How can everything be so perfect in life?"

After going around and around, it was still his turn to say this.

There was a lot of noise in the main hall of Yuntai, and hundreds of families of immortals were arguing about some things.

No one really cares about the dead Yu Shi, Tao Song is alone, sitting quietly in front of Yu Shi's tomb.

He has learned swordsmanship for so many years, his cultivation is so high, and he has grown so big, but now he can only cry.

The night breeze was cool, and Tao Song saw Song Chi walking out of the main hall.

Such a calm and indifferent person should not pay attention to him, but Tao Song saw pity and compassion in his eyes.

Tao Song was silent for a while, and a tear suddenly rolled down: "He didn't even leave me his body..."

Song Chi comforted him coldly and hugged him coldly.

Tao Song returned to that night when he was young again.

He was like the child who had nothing at that time, the child who could do nothing, holding Song Chi and crying all night.

Song Zhi couldn't stabilize his mood, so he could only try his best to stabilize his pulse.His pulse condition was astonishingly chaotic, Song Chi kept holding Duzhen's pressure, and he could not start diagnosis and treatment until he cried until he lost his strength and passed out.

Tao Song woke up again, more than ten days later.

Zhuang Shen felt extremely distressed, but he only showed three points on his face.Tao Song understood that he was worrying again.

For many years, Zhuang Shen treated him well even though he was only a teacher and apprentice.He didn't lose his temper, nor did he lose his temper, he just drank medicine obediently and obediently.

Looking at his appearance, Zhuang Shen became more and more worried every day.

Tao Song cultivated numbly for several months, and when he saw Song Chi again, he was accompanied by a person.

Song Chi said to him: "Changying you were worried about, I'll save it, this little fox is fine now." Then he called the people behind him: "Cui Ling, take him and show him."

Tao Song recognized the disciple who answered beside him at a glance, it was Emperor Ai's Ninth Prince.

The little prince who was loved by Emperor Ai in the palace, but dared not cry or laugh.

The only time he saw Cui Ling was the day when he entered the palace and was selected as a companion.

A servant next to Cui Ling scalded Cui Ling with a hand stove.

Cui Ling frowned slightly, and Emperor Ai immediately ordered someone to drag the little servant down and beat him to death.

Emperor Ai hugged him tightly, Cui Ling was wearing a brocade fur dress, with timidity and grief in his eyes.

He watched Cui Ling cautiously trying to please Emperor Ai, and the attendants around him trembled, not even daring to speak out.

Tao Song's grandfather, De Gao, was upright, and he repeatedly said that he committed crimes. He was just going through the motions, so naturally he would not be selected as such a close minister.

When he was leaving the palace, he saw the servant beside Cui Ling sneaking out with a jade pendant.

He understood immediately.

He pretended to scare the man a few words, although they were all children, but the little servant was obviously afraid of him, so he said tremblingly.

Sure enough, it was Cui Ling who told him to take this thing out of the palace to bury the man who was beaten to death just now.

This jade is too eye-catching, and there will be news of 01:30 o'clock in the future, and it is unknown who is suffering.

Tao Song took out some silver and exchanged it for the jade, saying that he found it, and gave it back to Cui Ling.

Tao Song didn't know, growing up in such a situation, where did Cui Ling come from to be kind and gentle.

But thinking about it, people's hearts are the same as things in the world, and they are all uncertain.

Song Chi didn't intend to hide Cui Ling's identity from him, so he reprimanded him in front of him: "In the past, your father was obsessed with magic and sorcery because of the person he loved, and caused many troubles, which affected the people of the world. You When I was young, I knew you couldn't do much, but now you can look forward to it."

"I was entrusted by the head of Zhuang, and I will hand over Tao Song to you for diagnosis and treatment. You can do it now. If he has any stupid things because of his sweetheart in the future, I only ask you."

Cui Ling lowered his head and bit his lip, and said for a long while: "My father was foolish back then, I'm sorry there are too many people."

Helplessness flashed across Song Chi's eyes, but he didn't soften his tone: "You were too young back then, not to mention that he was your father after all, you were powerless, and no one would blame you. You feel guilty and feel guilty for living so long Years ago, I learned to cure diseases and save people, all to atone for my father, and I often feel self-pity and self-harm for no reason."

Song Chi's tone was suddenly serious: "Ask Tao Song, if he dares to lament and sigh like this, how will the head of Zhuang teach him?"

Tao Song understood what Song Chi meant.

He and Cui Ling both have heart knots, so it's better to keep them together.

Cui Ling finally came to his senses, admitted his mistake in a low voice, and said: "Master, please give me some more time, if I can't get out, I will admit it no matter how the master punishes me."

He looked at Tao Song again: "Ah Song, I will take care of it, master don't worry."

This address let Tao Song know, and Cui Ling also recognized him.

The daylight was clear, and bits and pieces fell to the ground.

Time is the best medicine. He and Cui Ling have been together for many years, but after all, they have gotten a little better.

But some long-cherished thoughts will only become more and more serious with the years.

Tao Song only felt that no matter how long he lived in this life, he would never fall in love with anyone else again.

He and Zhuang Shen tacitly never mentioned Fufeng's last move, but even if he didn't practice it, his cultivation was still at the top of his class.

The elders in the door finally put back on the agenda what had been postponed back then.

Master agreed, and this time the Fairy Gate Conference will be held in Yanhua Villa, and he will come to light the lamps.

When Tao Song heard the news, he felt indifferent.After all, that person has already gone, so what if he burns or not.

But after all, it can't be without waves.

He faintly wanted to escape, and only told his master that he wanted to go down the mountain earlier and go on the road, so that he might gain something by collecting demons and killing evil on the road.

Zhuang Shen was afraid that something would happen to him at this juncture, so he tied Cui Ling to him, but he also brought a bunch of young disciples to take care of him.

He was very focused and conscientious in collecting the monsters. Not far from Yanhua, he chased a group of evil spirits all the way to the remote old forest.

Then I met two people.

One is the famous Feng Xian Feng Sanren.

The other is metaphor.

The metaphor that everyone said has been dead for 100 years.

No one knew how excited Tao Song was when he found out Yu Shi's identity in the Lu residence.

That's the person he spent his whole life loving.

Even if Tao Song died, he would never leave him even half a step.