Shen Qingxuan couldn't believe that Yi Mo just disappeared. The birds and beasts in this mountain, the clear green water flowing around the mountain, the hot springs on the top of the mountain that are shrouded in smog all the year round... which one has never been with Yi Mo, and besides, there is him in this mountain... There is no reason, Yi Mo, who has settled here for many years, will Abandoning all of this, he left without warning. Shen Qingxuan didn't believe it.
Where can he go? Shen Qingxuan rummaged through the memories, searching for clues, but there was no place where Yi Mo could possibly go. Changing a place often means readjusting the surrounding relationship. The snake is cold-tempered and doesn't like trouble. If it wasn't for the cultivation companions, they all fell into the magic way one by one, and the monsters croaking in his ears every day aroused his enthusiasm. Killing heart, Yi Mo will not leave his homeland.
Immo won't go. He firmly believes.
He firmly believed, and then more than a month passed. The flowers and plants in the mountains are withered, and the wetlands by the stream are covered with frost. It is hard to step on it, and the sound is harsh, as if the frozen life is suddenly torn apart by an external force. Winter is here, but Yi Mo hasn't come back yet.
Shen Qingxuan felt that the four seasons of this year passed by extremely quickly, and it was almost winter again in the blink of an eye. As if to punish him for passing time so quickly, his time was completely frozen. No more movement.
The charcoal fire in the room was burning vigorously, but he was leaning against the open window, his eyes drifting away. The charcoal fire in the house could not warm him at all, and the cold from inside to outside separated him from the outside world in this warm hut, as if separated in two worlds.
Emo hasn't come back yet.
He waited quietly in the mountain, and the time was frozen at the moment when he learned that Yi Mo had disappeared. Neither sad nor happy.
Xu Mingshi watched him lose weight for no reason day by day, his body became thinner and thinner wrapped in a fox fur cloak, gradually lost his outline, and finally only a pale face was exposed outside, as if he could talk to anyone outside at any time. Snowflakes drift away together. But as if in a trance, he lost all interest in the surrounding things. Don't even pay attention to what he said. Sitting by the window, he was thin, pale, and thin day after day, but he seemed to be drawn by an invisible thing, which made him stubbornly maintain such a posture throughout his life.
Emo hasn't come back yet.
Shen Qingxuan looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window, one after another, drifting far away, falling closer, and finally painted the whole world pale.
The relatives at the bottom of the mountain have come to the villa one by one, persuading, questioning, and speculating, but what can they ask a dumb person? He ate, drank, and never delayed his bedtime. The maids pushed him to the bed, and he helped himself to the edge of the bed to move up, lay down obediently, and closed his eyelids.
Just getting thinner and thinner. The doctor felt his pulse, and his weakness was the same as in previous years. The tonic was also prescribed dose by dose according to the prescriptions of previous years, boiled bowl by bowl, Shen Qingxuan also drank it mouthful under supervision, handed the bowl over after drinking, and stared out of the window again, without moving at all.
The last time he took a bath, Shen Qingxuan looked at himself while soaking in the tub. The protruding ribs felt painful to the touch, and the only good skin on his body, which was said to be desirable, also lost its luster and became dull. Those soups, water, and tonic ginseng soup all passed through his throat, but slipped away quietly through the gap in his chest.
Emo hasn't come back yet.
Yi Mo didn't know that someone was waiting for him stubbornly. In his impression, that scheming person would not do such a stupid thing—it was unprofitable and extremely passive. It couldn't be Shen Qingxuan's actions. So he never thought that such a situation would happen. Then he accepted the invitation of the old man and left the mountain.
The "old man" who came to look for him was none other than the Taoist priest who enlightened him thousands of years ago. Now he has become a fairy with a long white beard, a pale face and a peaceful body. It's just that his temperament has not changed much after thousands of years, and he still likes to be creative, such as coming to him suddenly. Yi Mo was really surprised by his arrival. Except for accidents, there is only boredom. Because this person or "immortal" came to him after many years, it would definitely not be a good thing - in Yi Mo's heart, this person is equal to trouble. So, as expected, after reminiscing about the old days, this disgusting fairy family explained the purpose of coming: Laimo went down the mountain together to cast down the demon.
As soon as the purpose of coming was clear, Yi Mo didn't bother to entangle with him anymore. Compared with this immortal who turned himself into a demon with malicious intentions, he would rather play tricks on Shen Qingxuan and pass the time waiting for the catastrophe.
The Xian family knew that he didn't want to pay attention to him, and he was not in a hurry, so he sat alone and chattered: "There was a great general in the previous dynasty, who was invincible, invincible, and invincible. Did you get through it?"
Immo ignored him.
After stroking his beard, the Taoist let out a hey hey, and continued on his own: "After you passed the calamity, you went back to the mountain to practice. Do you know what happened to the general?" Yi Mo still didn't bother to pay attention to him, what he said was right. For a snake demon who has lived for a thousand years, it is really a mirror image. When he was cultivating his primordial spirit, he would often change dynasties when he opened his eyes. How could he be interested in learning about the personnel and affairs in the dynasties? That general, let's say he was dead, his bones turned to ashes.
As if knowing what he was thinking, the Taoist shook his head: "You have also experienced in the world, so why don't you know the truth of the master of high merits? The general is indeed dead. But it was not a good death, he died in a lingering manner."
Yi Mo frowned, and it was rare for him to pay attention to him: "I remember the king of that life, and I have a lot of love for him."
"Well, the old emperor believed in his loyal ministers, but once the old emperor dies, the new emperor ascends the throne, and the world has a new master. He won't do what he likes, so how can he not die?"
Yi Mo thought for a while, then shut up again.
"You are also smart, so you must know what I mean by saying this. This time, he is the one who will get rid of the monsters." The Xian family was also silent for a moment, and said in a slightly melancholy tone: "There are more than a hundred people in the family, including distant relatives. A total of more than 300 people were escorted to the execution ground together. All the young and old in the family were beheaded, and it was his turn in the end. He died two days after being stabbed with a knife. He watched the heads of hundreds of people in his family fall to the ground. After his death, he was filled with resentment. Dark clouds rolled over, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. The grievances of more than three hundred blood relatives condensed together. He was the leader, but returned to the frontier where he had been guarding for many years... You know, he was a general on the battlefield. Killing is already heavy. This time, the resentment of blood relatives has been gathered, and when we return to the battlefield, we will naturally absorb all the resentment accumulated on the battlefield for decades... and finally cast it into a demon."
Speaking of this, the Xian family cast a sideways glance at the silent Yi Mo, paused, and said: "Speaking of which, you still have some connections, you used his evil spirit to survive the catastrophe, and then he sent the little devil to steal your Skin. If it wasn’t for my disciples who happened to pass by, except for the little devil who took your skin and made it into a treasure for himself, today he wears your snake slough... I really can’t do anything about him.”
Yi Mo listened, and only snorted coldly: "That disciple of yours took my skin and didn't want to return it. According to the legend, every person is more than a pustule. Wearing my skin, I don't know how many troubles I caused. The day before yesterday Just as I took the snake slough back, the thirteenth generation of disciples of your sect came after me with your purple cauldron containing soup..." Shaking his head, Yi Mo said: "If you didn't see that cauldron is yours, I destroyed it."
He said so, he couldn't help but laugh: "You ruin it, as long as you and I get rid of the devil, not to mention the little cauldron, it's okay to ruin my view. I'm afraid you I find it bothersome and too lazy to do anything." Speaking of this, he suddenly laughed, pointed at the tip of Yi Mo's nose, and said: "You snake have lived here for so many years, I know that all the monsters are scattered in the sea of people and can't be found. You'd better find... If you don't help me, who will help me?"
He started to play a rogue.
Yi Mo turned around and left.
He followed closely.
He followed Yi Mo wherever he went, for three days and three nights, even when Yi Mo rested, he would sit by the side, babbling endlessly. This snake was enlightened by him, so he naturally knows his temper. Yimo's croaking is the most annoying, especially the kind of croaking that repeats the same sentence dozens of times, which can bring out the rare violent spirit in his cold temper, and stab people with a knife.
But fortunately, although they are divided into immortals and demons, after two thousand years, their respective ways and deeds differ by a tiny bit. So he is not afraid of Yi Mo hitting him, no matter how he fights, it will be a tie.
Yi Mo also understands this, being croaked for three days is the limit of his patience.
Thinking that there was nothing to do recently, Shen Qingxuan was also teased to the core, on the contrary, he would find trouble for him more and more, knocking on beads in the middle of the night to ask him for sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed ten miles away. It's better to simply go with this deformed fairy's house, and the nagging in the province's ears is unbearable.
As for Shen Qingxuan at the bottom of the mountain - sending some small things, doing a little favor, for him, it is just a matter of lifting a finger, and this is also the etiquette of the mortal world. Afterwards, the two of them had another spring breeze and a happy union, and Yi Mo always took care of him in his actions.
Now that person has taken a concubine in the house at the bottom of the mountain, and is about to marry a wife, the past should be erased, and that life in the world of mortals is what Shen Qingxuan should live.
He also doesn't have to agree to anything just because this person has had intimacy with him. After the tribulation passed, he only needed to restore Shen Qingxuan's ability to walk, and then he could stop communicating with each other completely.
Yi Mo didn't have the slightest regret or reluctance to not get in touch with Shen Qingxuan. This was his plan when he saved Shen Qingxuan for the first time.
But she didn't expect that Shen Qingxuan would have other thoughts and wanted to entangle him.
Ordinary people are too greedy after all, but they don't know that the life of a demon is too long, and it is even longer for a queen who cultivates an immortal. In her long life, Yi Mo has seen too many joys and sorrows, and has long been indifferent to the worldly affairs.
I'm already used to such a spectating posture, and I don't have the slightest thought of participating.
But when Shen Qingxuan proposed to establish this relationship, he had already reminded him of what should be reminded—human monsters have different paths. There is a word first, Shen Qingxuan still perseveres, so it doesn't matter if you accept it.
Anyway, he is a snake demon who has been cultivating for thousands of years, and he has enough patience and time. After establishing a carnal relationship of "promising with his body", he only needs to wait for Shen Qingxuan to dissolve the relationship impatiently. Yi Mo knew it was only a matter of time, so his heart was like a rock and never wavered. Afterwards, he didn't wait for long, in fact, if he thought about it carefully, after that spring breeze passed, Shen Qingxuan went down the mountain, made a decision about taking a concubine and marrying a wife, and already had the idea of breaking up.
If it hadn't been for Xu Mingshi's intrusion, he would not have accidentally received Shen Qingxuan's favor. Although he never said that the demon-subduing cauldron was useless to him, it was Shen Qingxuan who seized the opportunity to make things happen. Made it. He can only accept this kindness.
The friendly relationship has been maintained. It's just that from the beginning to the end, he stood on the sidelines, watching with cold eyes.
Although the two of them were not far apart these days, neither of them proposed to meet each other, and they simply didn't even talk in the past few days. It's time to completely erase this relationship.
Going down the mountain to slay the devil, Yi Mo agreed and set off immediately. She never thought of telling the person down the mountain to wait for him, indeed she never thought about it. After all, today is different from the past, Shen Qingxuan is no longer the lonely person waiting for his company in the mountains, but a beautiful concubine by the side, who will soon have a queen, living a comfortable and beautiful life in the secular world. It was best to cut off contact on my own initiative.
Immo just left.
Shen Qingxuan lost weight day by day in the mountains, and every day he woke up, he was more emaciated than the day before. Looking at the falling snowflakes, I waited stubbornly. It's just that the fire in his eyes is getting weaker and weaker.
Nothing in this world is more difficult than waiting. It's even more exciting.
It's been almost two months, and Yi Mo hasn't come back yet.
The sound of footsteps stumbling in the wind and snow, stepping on the snow and crackling, a figure in gray slammed his head into the wooden door of the small courtyard and rushed in. Just as he rushed through the threshold, he looked up and saw the picture in the open window opposite. The pale face, set off by the thick fox fur, seemed as thin as being wrapped in those furs. His eyes were floating in an unknown place, and he didn't respond at all to such a big movement.
"Master!" The voice of the servant who rushed in was trembling, and the corners of his eyes were reddened by the snowflakes as he ran all the way, only to hear him panting anxiously, wiping the snow on his face and saying word by word: "Something happened!"
Shen Qingxuan's Piaoyuan expression seemed to be pulled a bit, he blinked, turned his gaze, still nestled in the cloak motionless, but looked at him.
"The old lady told you to go back immediately..." the servant swallowed, "The old lady said that Xiaotao fell and the child could not be kept."
Shen Qingxuan's eyes, which were as silent as stagnant water, jumped, and finally came back to his senses completely. Perhaps the best life experience is at this moment, when the maids find that their master's face finally has a look, even though the look is shock, grief, and pain. But it made Shen Qingxuan no longer look like a living dead.
Shen Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then moved his fingers and made a gesture.
The gesture said: Go home!
After a short period of grief, Shen Qingxuan gradually calmed down in the shaking car.
The ominous premonition that has always been for a long time has finally become a reality. For the past two months, he has been waiting, waiting for the day when this ominous premonition will come true. This reality is not Yi Mo's accident. It was his unborn, just three-month-old fetus.
The Shen residence was full of gloom and fog.
The baby boy had already fallen, and Xiaotao was bleeding profusely, and the bleeding continued.
Shen Qingxuan's wheelchair stopped outside the side room in the south courtyard, stopped by a faint smell of blood. no more.
Shen's mother opened the courtyard door, closed the nervous and flustered courtyard landscape behind the door, walked out by herself, and said with red eyes: "I thought it was just the fetal gas, just take some medicine and take good care of it, I didn't alarm you Unexpectedly, after staying up all night, I still can't keep it... Your life is not good, and Xiaotao probably won't die either... Don't go in and watch... You are weak and can't stand the bad luck of death... "
Shen Qingxuan didn't move when he heard the words, he just looked at the closed courtyard door, and remained strangely silent.
Although he has always been a mute, the silence at this time still made Shen's mother feel uneasy, looking at her son, she didn't know how to explain it. If the concubine is gone, you can accept it again, and if the child is gone, you can have it again. It is not worth serious injury and grief. But there was no trace of sadness on Shen Qingxuan's face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The mother and son looked at each other in the falling snow, and finally Shen Qingxuan turned the wheelchair and turned his head. Soon a servant stepped forward and pushed him away. Shen's mother looked at the wheel marks that were gradually pulling away on the snow, and thought to herself, maybe this is fate.
The snow fell so heavily, and the overwhelming whiteness concealed all despair.
Emo hasn't come back yet.
Shen Qingxuan flipped through the almanac, and used a red pen dipped in cinnabar to draw a circle on the date of the almanac. After gazing for a long time, he raised his skinny hand, untied the fox-fur cloak on his body, stretched out his hand to his chest, took out the red bead on his chest, and rubbed his fingertips on the round jade bead, with nostalgia and reluctance.
Then start to shake. Hold the bead and pull it up from the neck, straighten it, and saw it, let the golden thread collapse straight, strangle it into the flesh, into the blood vessel, into the bone.
Shen Qingxuan didn't say a word, and only exerted all his strength to pull the golden thread bit by bit, stretching the thing around his neck into a deadly rope.
The blood began to overflow from the wound, dyeing the gold strands that were continuously cut by the sword after the spell was applied red, the blood flowed along the thin thread, gradually soaked in Shen Qingxuan's hand, spread along the lines, and dripped along the crevices of the fingers It fell, and finally the whole red bead was covered with sticky and slippery.
Another bloody smell appeared in the bloody room.
Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes, the light that came in through the window sills, his eyes froze on the man in black robe opposite.
Yi Mo was frowning, reaching out to him. The slender and powerful hand with well-defined joints was also covered with blood.
Shen Qingxuan seemed to have never known him, and stared at him for a long time, his eyes were bewildered, as if he had never seen the outstretched hand, and muttered to himself: "This bead can't be removed."
"Why take it off?" Yi Mo asked with a cold voice.
A deep and good voice. Shen Qingxuan thought in a daze, and was stunned for a while before answering him: "Repay you."
"Why do you have to pay me back?" Yi Mo still asked, standing there, neither approaching nor walking away.
Shen Qingxuan did not answer, as if he had never heard his question. She just stared at him blankly, as if she couldn't get enough of it.
"Imo."
The strength in his hand stopped at some point, Shen Qingxuan seemed to regain his senses, let go of the blood beads, and stretched out his hand, "Come and hug me."
The finger covered with fresh blood was lifted up so naturally in front of Yi Mo's eyes, and stopped in mid-air, blood drops fell to the ground from time to time, the finger gaps were slightly opened, the knuckles were curled up, in a desperate and bloody posture.
Emma is back.