Fang Yue paused, his hand stroking the baby's face. He looked stunned, lost in thought.
Xuanqing whispered, "Senior Brother...you will take Xiaoxiao to see a doctor...right?"
The little boy didn't understand why he was so uncertain. He knew that Xiaoxiao was the eldest brother's child, and it was only natural that the eldest brother would save Xiaoxiao, but why... did he feel so panicked?
After a long, long time, when Xuan Qing's arms were getting tired and he could no longer hold Xiao Xiao, Fang Yue finally took Xiao Xiao and held the baby in his arms.
He looked at Xiaoxiao quietly for a while, then smiled, just like he had been a long time ago, the senior brother who would smile at his junior brother. "Of course I will take Xiaoxiao to see a doctor. Xuanqing... you must grow up well. After seven hundred years, remember to take good care of Fengguang for me. I will come back, back to this Xuanmen."
As he uttered his last word, the wind rose again, and the sun's rays shone down once more. Amidst this blood-soaked landscape, only a five-year-old child remained.
Everyone he knew was gone.
"I picked up the Cold Abyss Sword and was raised by someone who had once received kindness from the Xuanmen. The Xuanmen's library is still there. Although my comprehension is not as good as my senior brother's, I can still catch up with him a little bit by practicing hard every day. Only I am still alive about what happened that day. I have never mentioned the truth of that day to anyone. Afterwards, I spent five hundred years restoring the Xuanmen to its former glory. I also spent several decades finding a girl named Fengguang in the Xia family, the richest family in Jiangnan."
Feng Guang was stunned for a moment, then said, "That person... was me."
“Indeed.” Xuan Qingzi sighed. “Finding you was no easy task, and I don’t know how much manpower and resources it took me. Back then, I wasn’t sure if that six-year-old girl was the person I met seven hundred years ago. I just thought it was someone with the same name. But you were exceptionally talented, so I took you as my disciple and brought you back to the Xuanmen. Until… as you grew older, your face became exactly the same as the one in my memory. That’s when I knew that you were someone who could travel back to the past.”
That's why he often looked at her with a heavy gaze, sometimes sighing, sometimes melancholy.
“Master…” Feng Guang sniffed, her eyes welling up with tears as she faced this elder who genuinely cared for her. “You…you hate him? After all…after all, he killed so many people from the Xuanmen…”
"Fengguang, do you still remember what I said to you on your first day as a student?"
Feng Guang wiped the corner of his eye and said, "Everything in this world has its cause and effect, so we must maintain our original intentions and not violate morality or do things that should not be done."
Xuan Qingzi said with relief, "It's rare that you still remember. My master was possessed by demons because of jealousy. My senior brothers were murderous in their desire for the position of sect leader. They pressed him step by step, ultimately forcing a selfless person to the path of demons, and even suffering a backlash in the end. Feng Guang, tell me, was it wrong for him to kill, or was it wrong for those who forced him to kill? Besides, Feng Guang wouldn't want his master to hate that person, would he?"
"Master..." Feng Guang collapsed into the old man's arms, sobbing, "How... how can you be so good to me?"
Xuanqing was often criticized by his disciples in private for not taking things seriously. In fact, he was magnanimous and had reached an extraordinary level. To Shang Baizi and Feng Guang, he was a most respectable elder.
Thinking of Yimu, and then thinking of Xuanqingzi... Fengguang is truly grateful that his master is Xuanqingzi.
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