I Am Your Father

The raised body almost melted together, sealing him thinly, like a cloud of frost that would dissipate at any time.

It's been a long time since anyone came over. After all, most of the disciples have already rested at this moment. I'm afraid that no one will remember him. Counting the tiny memories that sometimes come to mind, grasping the last ray of nerves.

What he thinks about the most is no longer looking for senior brother to judge, but the senior uncle Wen He who was drowned in the tide two years ago to save him.

——The reason why he was punished to kneel at the Altar of Thousand Autumns was not because this place was a place to think about his mistakes, but because Wen He lived in the Taotong Pavilion, which is only a hundred steps to the east, and was responsible for presiding over all the sacrifices in Tianxu Palace. .

And he was originally just a naughty boy living in an ordinary family at the foot of Tianxu. Whenever he heard people mention Tianxu's Daoist Wenhe, he always thought that he should be an old and serious old man. Until a certain winter solstice ceremony, It was the first time that he and his mother saw Wenhe standing on the sheet laid by the Qianqiu Altar from a distance, stepping on cloud boots, and meditating for nine days in the swaying song. A gentle woman who seems to be able to melt away all the snow that has covered Tianxu all year round.

Later, the barbarians from Beizhou repeatedly violated the Nankai border. In order to get some land, his father was recruited to be a frontier soldier. Unexpectedly, after half a year, when he was sent back, there were only remnants that were forcibly pieced together after being torn on the battlefield. Before my mother could accept the sudden bad news, the village was suddenly ransacked by Beizhou thugs, and they couldn't wait for help. They fled in the middle of the night in a hurry, and had no other choice but to seek refuge in the Tianxu Realm.

But the more desperate, the more misfortunes never come singly. On the way into the mountain in embarrassment, his mother ordered the beast that was hunting for food at night to be dragged away. It happened so fast that it only happened for a moment. Hearing his mother's heart-piercing last sentence "Run", he was so frightened that he kept running, and he was bruised all over his body but dared not stop.

At that time, it seemed that everything in the world was a man-eating ghost to him, and even a single rock in the shadowy mountain could scare him into crying until it was dusk, and he had already lost his way before he knew it, but Just happened to meet a few Tianxu disciples who hurried back from outside, and they took them in temporarily.

Then he was in a coma for three days, woke up and finally managed to regain consciousness, and then vaguely thought of his mother whose life or death was uncertain.

He begged a few disciples to help him find his mother, but it was obvious that his mother had no chance of surviving. Moreover, the barbarians in Beizhou bullied Tianxu, and all the disciples of Tianxu wanted to protect more people. Compared with fighting angrily to avoid persecution, his individual demands are really insignificant.

But for him at a young age, his mother is everything to him.

So praying everywhere to no avail, he finally mustered up his courage and ran out of Tianxu alone while taking advantage of the chaos.

He wanted to go back to the mountain where he was separated from his mother, but when a disciple of Tianxu found him leaving, he couldn't help but want to stop him. The Yanjiang River to the west.

The neighing sound of huge waves like a sky crashing and earth breaking shocked several Tianxu disciples on the shore, but his limbs were already out of control with the choking of water, and he even forgot the simple movements of playing around in the stream on weekdays, so he could only let his breath go It was getting shallower and shallower, seeing the sunlight on the water gradually move away from him, like his parents who parted with him overnight, but at that moment, he no longer thought fearfully, even if he died, maybe he could see him again. To parents.

—Ask Uncle He!

Unexpectedly, just as his sanity was no longer clear, an exclamation of strong resistance came, and at the same time, he felt his heavy body being suddenly dragged up by a pair of powerful but warm hands, and he was still unable to get rid of the suffocation of drowning. Feeling, in the haze, vaguely saw a familiar and reassuring look.

The Dao song that had not dissipated for a few days after the hall of worshiping the gods involuntarily sounded in his mind, as if a god descended from the sky.

And the next moment, he landed on the shore trembling, and the high tide instantly drowned the gaze that had just given him warmth, and beat him mercilessly into the cold abyss.

Until it subsided, it was never sent back.

——It's all your fault!

——Master Uncle Wen He was originally ordered by the head to guard the West Village, but he couldn't make it because he saved you. You not only killed her, but also killed the entire village!

—We should have stopped her!How can you, a naughty person, deserve her to save her life!

——Master Uncle Wen He is Wen Fei's only relative, you caused him to lose his family, what happened to him?

——I really can’t figure out why I asked Uncle He to save you impulsively...

why...

Since then, he has been in Tianxu for two years, and he often wants to ask, he and Wenhe are not related, and she doesn't even recognize him, but just happened to pass by. She clearly has a more important mission, but why did she do that? Rescue him without hesitation?

Maybe she didn't expect the tide to be fierce that day... She must regret it at the last moment, right?

After all, his life alone can't be worth the lives of more people, let alone someone like Wenhe...

If possible, he hoped that he would die like this and return Wenhe's life to Tianxu.

It was better than that he couldn't restrain the resentment in his heart for the injustice he had encountered in the past two years, and he didn't know what kind of person he would become in the future, making Wenhe a real joke.

Such depressive and confused emotions penetrated into Li Zhi's mind intermittently, and he gradually couldn't remember his initial appearance, only later on he kept quiet and practiced hard all day, forcing himself not to let him down who asked him to save him.

He couldn't explain why, and Li Zhi felt a little bit uncomfortable for himself.

At such a young age, he possesses skills that are several times higher than his age, and he is even more proficient in using the Poxin sword technique than his senior brothers, but has he always lived in such torment?

And the dull pain in his chest seemed to bring him back to that time when he was sinking in the cold river water. He was afraid that he would see the gaze engraved in his bones be suddenly covered in the next scene, so he struggled subconsciously, but the more he The more he struggles, the more he fears. It is the fear of wanting to die immediately, and no one needs to save him.

The eardrums were oppressed by brute force from all directions, he seemed to really hear the sound of splashing water, and it was even more difficult for him to immerse himself in the huge trembling soberly for a while, and his breathing had reached the limit, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for the long-lost relief.

However, as his messy thoughts sank, he suddenly felt his waist tighten, and before his stiff limbs resisted, he was suddenly brought to the surface of the water.

"Wake up!"

Surprisingly, someone did slap him in the face very roughly.

what?

... Wasn't he still kneeling at the Qianqiu Altar?

Before realizing what happened in between, Li Zhi only felt that the crisp voice on the other side was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

And the bun that was forced to be a girl by the senior brothers fell down and stuck to his face wetly. With his eyes closed, he suddenly spit out a few big saliva and coughed violently out of breath.

"Is it uncomfortable?" The other party pinched his chin dripping with water, and asked again, "Do you want to go up?"

"..."

This time, after trying hard for a while, he finally opened his eyes. He gasped for breath and wanted to yell, but unfortunately, his face still didn't obey, and he looked over expressionlessly.

入眼是个十三四岁的少年，舔着一张笑得耀武扬威的俊脸，看起来莫名欠揍。

Seeing that he was silent, the other party smiled viciously, and pushed him in again.

127. Fate ([-])

Caught off guard, he was forced to drink some water from the pool again, Li Zhi's head was muddy, and the fear that kept gathering in his heart under the embarrassment surrounded him again. He couldn't tell who he was or where he was, so he just closed his eyes. The gaze that made him the most timid in his memory, the scene of Wenhe being submerged for a moment occupied all his senses in a pervasive way.

But the wrist that was thumping around unconsciously was worn out by the iron shackles, and the broken skin was soaked in the pool water, but the slight pain unexpectedly woke him up a bit.

Only then did he suddenly remember that he is Si Jie, and it is now his fifth year of worshiping Tianxu.

Ever since he was punished to kneel at the Qianqiu Altar for three whole days at the age of nine, and finally ended up with a serious illness, the brothers' preference for Wen Fei has not curbed, but intensified instead.

The more this is the case, the more merciless he is to Wen Fei's provocation, and the punishment he receives is more severe, but he would rather be punished than give in, even if he suffers the most terrifying mace punishment from Tianxu, he will not do it three times He was beaten to pieces by the Qingxin mace, and he never said a soft word to Wenfei.

Later, I just asked Fei, "Why do you grow more and more like a woman? Then I will give you a chance. If you don't want me to trouble you again, why don't you always pretend to be my aunt and let me miss you. This is you. It's an honor", so everyone thinks that this is already Wen Fei's biggest concession, but it's just pretending to be a woman, and there is no real harm. Happy to do it?

Everything was taken for granted, he made him lose Aunt Wenhe, no matter what he did, he deserved what he deserved.

Even the master who first proposed to keep him in Tianxu never blamed any of his disciples for him. He only carried him back to his residence in a coma after he was tortured with a mace. A few sighs.

——If you don't know the upside down, who can tell the ups and downs of gold and wood... Alas, Wenhe died because of you, and you are doomed to suffer this catastrophe. I can't help you as a teacher. I only hope that you will realize it soon and live up to your bones .

At that time, he naturally couldn't understand the meaning of the master, and he was even confused about the right and wrong that he had always been sure of. He didn't know whether the actions of the senior brothers defending Wen Fei were good or evil. If this was good, he really couldn't protect himself. not become evil.

Even if he failed Wen He's life-sacrificing appearance