sun and moon return

Chapter 5

one year later.

Zheli was having dinner with his brothers and sisters in the Miscellaneous Hall, and there was a lot of noise outside, and the sky towards Tingyue Lake was full of clouds, and it was not until the sun was setting in the west, but such a scene appeared, it was really strange.

"Master Uncle Dao must be out!" The brothers next to him yelled loudly, Zhe Li was overjoyed, and walked towards the direction of Tingyue Lake.

Panting, he found Wangyue Lake, and saw Feidao standing in the middle of the lake, dressed in white, looking at the clouds and shawls in the sky, as if a god had descended to earth.

"Master!" Zheli stood by the lake and waved to him.

The lake was shining brightly, Feidao stood in the waves, looked back at the taller Zheli, and smiled.

He landed beside Zheli, and Zheli opened his arms to hug him, the familiar feeling in the rigidity came to his heart again, and Feidao patted his head.

Zheli chattered about the interesting events of the past year, and Feidao listened carefully, and after he finished speaking, he went to Qingsheng first.

Qingsheng's body was deteriorating day by day, and it was obvious from his face that he couldn't do what he wanted.

Baishan said that the head of Fengxia came to visit a few days ago, but it seemed that he couldn't get the answer he wanted, and he didn't come again in the past few days.

Feidao knows it well.

He quit Qingsheng and went back to Yuehu Lake, and saw Zheli fiddled with something in the kitchen, holding the fire and being helpless.

Seeing Feidao came back, he showed a happy expression: "Master, when you were retreating, I learned a few snacks from the seniors in Miscellaneous Hall, and I want to make them for you."

Some ingredients were displayed in the kitchen, Feidao glanced at them and scratched his head: "But this fire has been damp..."

"How difficult is this."

Feidao stretched out his hand and squeezed a formula, a flame burst out, lighting up the firewood in the stove.

There was fire in Zhe Li's eyes, and he smiled with satisfaction: "Master is still the best." He was about to reach out to add some firewood, but was scared by the sudden flames and took a step back.

Zheli, who was still in shock, was a little admiring of the power of injustice, and said in amazement: "What a big fire!" Then he got up from the ground and stretched out his hand to pat the dust on his buttocks.

The admiring gaze he was casting towards Feidao was full of doubts after seeing Feidao's somewhat bluish and white face.

Feidao looked at the slightly controlled fire in ecstasy, his brows were tightened, his complexion was as dark as the sky that was about to storm in July.

"Master?" Zheli called out suspiciously.

The dark clouds in July were replaced by clear sky, Feidao reached out and touched Zheli's head: "I'm going out first."

The moment the person who pretended nothing happened came out of the kitchen, doubts and irritability came to his mind.

When the shadow of the tall and straight man completely disappeared under the sun, Zheli looked back, noticed that the fire seemed to be a little weak, and added more firewood.

In the afternoon, the sun was warm and hot, and Zheli failed to cook. He picked a cucumber and gnawed on it. The wind blew up.

Zheli stopped eating melons and watched with some fascination.

He lowered his eyes slightly and landed on a butterfly on his fingertips.

Could it be that after reaching a certain level of practice, it will attract beautiful butterflies?

Against the light, I couldn't see clearly in the dark, Zheli was about to take another step forward, as if a foot stepped into a calm lake, the waves startled the butterfly away, and the jawline of the man who followed the butterfly raised his head dipped his eyes. In the bright sunlight, he slowly turned his head and cast a calm look at Zheli.

Tingyue Lake is a natural sanctuary for relieving summer heat. Fei Dao, who got up from the balcony, came to the lakeside with Zheli, who was gnawing on a cucumber while looking around for the butterfly.

The two of them were soaking in the shallow water, amidst the rippling blue waves, Zheli saw the back of Feidao from a distance, and there seemed to be something that had never been seen before.

"Master," Zheli asked curiously, "Is there something behind you?"

Feidao cast him a puzzled look.

Zheli floated up behind Feidao and poked him on the back: "There seems to be something on the back, like... like a hair, thicker than the hair, right here. Is it a scar?"

The place where the ceremony stamp was folded was in the middle of the back. As far as Feidao knew, there were no birthmarks or scars on his back.

He also recalled the pain he felt when he ascended the realm. He thought it was just the body's difficulty adapting to the forced promotion. Thinking about it this way, it is indeed a bit strange.

Sometimes I feel uncontrollable, my mana is out of control...although it's only for a moment...for a moment of loss of consciousness, Feidao raised his hands.

"Master?" Zheli's big eyes full of concern appeared in front of him, Feidao reached out and splashed a handful of water on his face, Zheli stared at Feidao for two seconds in disbelief, followed by more Water splashed on Feidao's face.

The two played around for a while, and Zheli swam to Feidao again: "Master, are you really okay?" For some reason, I always feel that Master is a little strange today, but I can't tell what is so strange.

Feidao smiled slightly: "It's probably a side effect of practice, don't worry."

"Are there any side effects in practice?" Zheli asked curiously.

"Naturally there will be. If you don't follow the rules and just think about becoming stronger, you will easily go crazy."

Zheli was a little surprised, and asked nervously: "Did the master go crazy during the retreat?"

Feidao shook his head: "I'm just giving an example."

The two of them chatted and soaked in the water until it gradually slanted westward, and then they went ashore.

"I'm going to the human world."

The setting sun elongated the shadows of the two, and the child holding the robe stood in front of Feidao, looking up at him, with some unconcealable disappointment in his eyes: "Didn't Master just leave the customs? Is he going down the mountain?"

"Let's deal with some things, and I'll be back in two or three days. When I'm not around, don't talk to others." Feidao raised his index finger and put it on his lips, with soft eyes.

Zorei nodded vigorously, pretending to be very reliable in keeping the secret.

When night fell, Feidao went down the mountain alone.

Seeing Feidao again, it was already three days later, Feidao came back from the mountain, brought some gadgets from the human world, and gave them to Zheli, some of which looked very good cakes, which made Zheli feel very happy.

He didn't realize it at all, he went to the Infernal Way in the human world, and his brows and eyes were stained with quite a strong sadness.

When the new year was over and the weather was getting warmer, Qing Sheng's body finally reached the point where it was exhausted.

Feidao spends less and less time listening to Moon Lake, and spends more time by Qingsheng's side, learning to handle sect affairs.

Zheli occasionally went to listen in. Since Qingsheng asked him to practice magic, Zheli inexplicably became less close to Qingsheng. Qingsheng was just his respected ancestor to him.

Seeing Qingsheng's body deteriorating day by day, Zheli was naturally very sad. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he had seen and heard too many deaths.

Standing under the peach tree that has bloomed and faded in early spring, he somewhat understands that people are like mayflies, but only a moment in the world, as gorgeous as spring flowers, but only a few short days in this spring.Even if a person who cultivates the Tao can live a few more years, he will eventually return to dust.

"Zheli." Feidao, who came out of the Hall of Listening Heart, raised his eyes and saw Zheli standing under the peach tree, seemingly preoccupied.

"Master." Zheli bowed to Feidao, "Master, he..."

Feidao walked up to Zheli, stretched out his hand and took the peach petals from his hair, and held them up in front of his eyes: "There are four seasons, Zheli, don't worry too much. Respecting death is also respecting life."

The petals in Feidao's hands fell to the roots of the tree: "The life that changes every year, new and old, life and death, coming and going, is the law of this world."

Zhe Li raised his head to look at Fei with red eyes, and said, "Master, these principles are written in books, but I still don't understand... I'm still very sad..."

Zheli reached out to hug Feidao's waist, and buried his face in his arms: "I can't respect the course of life, I want to keep them all, I don't want them to leave..."

Feidao stretched out his hand and patted Zheli's back, directed at the Hall of Listening Heart, and sighed softly.

Another year and a half passed in a flash.

Qingwu mountain top.

Hall of Listening Heart.

The heavy bells pierced through the clouds, and the setting sun that broke through the clouds cast the afterglow of the mountain in this slightly gloomy world.

Birds scattered.

Qing Sheng was sitting in the Hall of Listening with his head bowed, his beard and hair were all white, his eyebrows were kind and his eyes were kind, and with a slight smile, he had already sat down.

Le Feidao knelt in front of the hall, the afterglow elongated the light and shadow, and the plain clothes lightly dyed the setting sun.

In a short while, dozens of beams of light landed one after the other, and the heads and personal disciples of the five cultivating immortal sects all gathered in front of the Hall of Listening with solemn expressions.The few people who arrived first met their eyes, bowed their hands and greeted each other, then sighed, with sighs in their eyebrows and eyes.

The ringing of the bell faded away.

There are seven sounds in total.

Seven is the number of reincarnation.

Even if you are not a member of the Six Sects, you probably understand it.Today, the head of the Qingwu Mountain Sect, who is Le Feidao's benefactor—the head of Qingsheng, drove west.

No matter how lamented the world is, this also means that from today onwards, all the ancestors of the six sects of cultivating immortals will fall.All because of the battle against demons seven years ago.

Today there are six factions, led by Qingwu, who controls the foundation of the five elements to cultivate immortality. To the west and northwest of Qingwu, there are Handan (Hantang) and Jinhe (Jinyu).

To the east and northeast of Qingwu, there are three schools of Yunchao (Yunbai), Luozang (Luocheng), and Fengxia (Fengchan).The six factions are embracing each other to protect the peace of the world.

The head of Qingsheng is not only the head of the Qingwu Sect, but also the venerable of the six factions, No. 1 of Xianmen.Now the venerable is gone, leaving only the young new head, Le Feidao.

The head of Han Tang looked around, frowned and said softly: "It seems that Feng Chan is missing."

The head of Jin Yu looked at the head of Yun Bai and his group of three gentlemen: "I heard that he and Qing Sheng had a bad quarrel a few days ago, so it's fine if he doesn't come."

Seeing the head of Jinyu looking at him, the head of Yunbai pulled the head of Luocheng to say hello: "The head of Jinyu, the head of Hantang." , stood aside indifferently.

The head of Jinyu still returned the salute gently, but Hantang didn't even look at Yunbai, and almost turned his back.Yun Bai and Jin Yu exchanged pleasantries for a while, and sighed: "Master Qingsheng passed away like this, Fei Dao is still young, I don't know if he can take care of the affairs of the six sects."

Hearing this, Han Tang sneered with disdain, and clasped his hands, as if he had no intention of looking up at the bell in the Hall of Listening Heart.

Yun Bai took a look at Hantang, but he was still gentle: "To receive the order of Tianque at such a young age, there is a lot to do, but Tianye Yaofang is the root of the six sects after all... It is unavoidably worrying."

"The head of Yunbai is too thoughtful." Jin Yu laughed, "Fei Dao has always been good, and his talent is the most outstanding among the younger generation. Given time, he will definitely shoulder the heavy responsibility."

Yun Bai also nodded, and even said that what Jin Yu said was very true.

After a while, Qingwu's disciples were kneeling all around, all in white clothes, and there was a faint sobbing sound from the crowd.

At sunset, the glow in the west was very warm. When Hantang took a look, Feng Chan still hadn't seen him. He looked at Jinyu, and the master of Jinyu nodded, and walked to the front of the hall: "Today, the master of Qingsheng Going back with a crane, the Six Sects have lost another ancestor. When the head of Qingsheng was alive, he took the prosperity of the Six Sects as his own responsibility and worked hard. Now that he has passed away, the Heavenly Tower Order cannot be left alone for a day. Follow the Six Sects In the Old Testament of the time when the alliance was established, the head of Qingwu took over the order of Tianque at the same time. As the master of cleaning, I granted the order of Tianque to the new head of Qingwu. Although the head of Fengchan was ill and did not show up, the other four The heads are all here, and today Jin Yu is in charge of giving orders, do you have any objections?"

"No, no. It's suitable." Yun Bai smiled.

Luocheng didn't say a word, and there was no rebuttal on his face.

Jinyu took a step forward and was about to speak, when a ray of light from the east meandered towards him, and it fell in front of everyone's eyes, it was Feng Chan's head.