Ji Jiu wakes up, the curtains are down, his wife's face is still on the pillow, and she sleeps peacefully with her eyes closed. He blinked, thinking it was just a nightmare, he breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to get up. As soon as he moved slightly, severe pain came from behind him, his face suddenly turned pale, and all blood was lost.
Looking around for a while, it seems that everything has changed overnight. Getting up in a hurry, Ji Jiu walked away as if fleeing, asked someone to carry hot water and acacia in the study, washed himself like crazy, and squeezed the white towel more and more forcefully, as if about to be touched Every inch touched was gouged out with the same viciousness. But even if the skin was rubbed off and blood oozes out, the feeling of being humiliated at the end of the road will never go away, and it will be unforgettable.
At this moment, I can even recall every movement, every posture of the other party, and the sentence that the man bit his ear and whispered: I miss you when he reached the peak.
-I miss you. At this moment, Ji Jiu was filled with shock and anger, unable to comprehend the struggle behind these four words, the tossing and turning of the search for a hundred years, and the entanglement of soul and blood in the search day after day. I knew I shouldn't come, but I came anyway, I knew I shouldn't look for it, but I still looked for it. I knew I would be disappointed, but I still had hope.
He is Ji Jiu in this life, drank Mengpo soup, stepped on Naihe Bridge, returned to reincarnation, and there is no more Shen Qingxuan.
Just think again and see clearly, Yi Mo is in front of that Ji Jiu who has the same voice and smile, watching him lingering with another woman, feeling bitter in his heart. He thought about the scene of reunion many times, and imagined countless possible situations, but he never expected that he would hold the sword, and the edge of the sword would reach his heart.
It was obviously not pierced, but the pain was still unbearable.
Knowing that he shouldn't have come to look for it, he still looked for it. Knowing that this should not be done before Shen Qingxuan's new life, Yi Mo knew that it was already too late.
Things he has done.
Standing beside the screen and looking at the man sitting in the bathtub, gritting his teeth and rubbing the flesh on his body, Yi Mo closed his eyes when the blood dripped from the rubbing. He misses him. After more than a hundred years of separation, on the face that was exactly the same when they reunited, he still missed the person who held him to his heart in winter. However, that person is no longer there.
The door was pushed open, and the craftsman personally selected the materials for drawing, and the door, which was carefully polished and inlaid with wooden boards, opened silently, and the sunlight came in from the outside. Ji Jiu shouted through the screen, "Who?!"
The woman outside the house was taken aback, her voice was a little apprehensive, and she said cautiously: "Husband?"
Ji Jiu didn't make a sound behind the screen, and the women outside the house didn't dare to come in. It was the first time she encountered such a situation after all these years of husband and wife.
After a while, Ji Jiu's voice sounded again, regaining the softness he had only when he was talking to her, and said: "I'm a little tired, go and make me a bowl of soup."
The woman knew in her heart that if he wanted to dismiss her, it must be due to her corrupted mind, so she didn't make things difficult for him, and replied: "There is still some chicken soup stewed yesterday, I will add some herbs, and I will bring it to you later." Saying that, she closed the door again , hurried away.
Ji Jiu is still in the bathtub, his body is already purple, he has scrubbed vigorously wherever he can, the blood and flesh after the skin is soaked in hot water is even more painful, every pore is soaked in burning pain inside. But he didn't seem to notice it at all, the flames of anger flickered in his eyes, and he scrubbed himself fiercely.
If he could wash away the humiliation of the night before, he would be willing to skin and bone. But he also understands that this cannot be washed off. The man had been in and out of him, in places he hadn't even expected, in canine intercourse positions, using him like a woman.
Thinking of this, his whole body trembled, his chest heaved violently, hatred was something he had never experienced this year, even in a battle on the battlefield, it was just hostility towards the enemy general.
He has learned to hate at this moment.
Standing up abruptly, Ji Jiu grabbed the clothes and put them on, looked at the pale face of the man in the mirror, and tied his hair carefully. He wore a high crown, and a blood jade red hairpin was worn on the crown. He was used to being simple in the past, but he suffered from such a catastrophe today, the more he didn't want people to see his dejected expression. But he didn't know that there was a person behind him, who had been watching quietly, watching his resentment when washing in the bucket, watching him resisting to let himself show any signs of being knocked down, such a temperament, just like that The world's Shen Qingxuan. Never bow your head, let alone bend your waist. Except for him.
Ji Jiu went out and sat in a soft sedan chair. The bearer carried him all the way north, out of the north gate, and went straight to the forest avenue. Yi Mo knew that there was a small road in the middle of the avenue, which led directly to the mountain road. , at the end of the mountain road, is a famous temple. Xianguang Temple.
He is going to exorcise the demon.
Yi Mo didn't follow, but went back to Ji Jiu's study, sat on the chair he used to sit in, and looked at the copybook. Several official documents, some blank paper with no words written on it, and some scrolls gathered at the corners.
Yi Mo unfolded it and saw that it was a painting made by Ji Jiu when he had nothing to do. The pen is sharp and the painting style is arrogant. The high mountains and rocks, dense bamboo joints, no longer have the slightest softness, and it is completely different from the moonlight in the lotus pond and the peach blossoms in the previous life. Inscribed with the word "九", nothing else.
Nine, Mo Yu also. Yi Mo's fingertips gently rubbed the inscription, as if caressing a lover's cheek. Tentacle, still cool.
Yi Mo thought, you are going to get rid of me eventually.
But in this world, it's not your turn to turn the clouds upside down.
Confucian students in the past and Confucian generals in this life are just a speck of dust in this vast world. Those who get rid of him can't take his turn. He is Yi Mo, he is not a fox girl, even if he dies, he has to be willing to do it himself, being beaten to death with sticks, that will not be his end.
Yi Mo withdrew his hand, and cast a spell to restore the scroll to its original shape. He appeared, sat on the chair, and waited peacefully. Waiting to see how disappointed and unwilling that person is. Just like yourself.
Ji Jiu left in a hurry, and hurried back again. He came back with a monk feeling uncomfortable all over his body. After hearing the news, the madam rushed to the door, was stunned when she saw the monk, and asked Ji Jiu, "Do you want to do something at home?"
Ji Jiu smiled, and came forward with the speech he had already prepared, saying: "I have been fighting all the year round, and a person once said that I am too murderous and easy to attract evil winds. Since it is rare to go home, find a mage to come to the house There is nothing wrong with protecting you. You go to the house and rest, and I will call you after the ceremony is over."
Madam listened, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, besides, she suddenly fell asleep last night for some reason, woke up with a violent temper, and took a bath in the daytime weirdly, it should be something to do. Now that the sorcerer is invited, it must have really attracted Fengxie. Hastily ordered a few words and stepped back. Seeing her going to the bedroom, Ji Jiu quickly called her to stop, saying: "That room also needs to be cleaned up, you take the girls and servants to the side hall and wait."
All the family members left, Ji Jiu stood in the courtyard, looking at the house from last night, and the monk at the side also looked at it, looked at it for a while, then sighed and said: "The monks don't lie, the benefactor is probably asking for nothing this time." It’s the poor monk this time.”
Ji Jiu turned his face, Qing Juan's face was bluish white under the sunlight, he lowered his volume, but he still didn't believe it: "You can't control him?"
"The benefactor can't see it. There is gold in the demonic aura. It is a demon who wants to become an immortal. He has been cultivating for a thousand years or more. Even if the little monk has some magic power, how can he be able to subdue him? Besides, he is about to ascend to immortality, and his merits are profound." , it is impossible to cause harm to the world, how can the poor monk surrender him?"
"Nonsense!" Ji Jiu rejected his statement that he had never done harm to the world, and said, "Now that I am being persecuted by him, how can I not be a disaster?"
The monk looked at him carefully, from head to toe, although he couldn't guess how the monster persecuted him, but he also felt that there was a reason for it, and thought for a while: "When the benefactor was born, did he bring anything with him?"
"What?" Ji Jiu frowned and thought about it, "There never was."
"Is there a seal?" The monk asked again.
But Ji Jiu's mind flashed the seal of the snake's kiss on his wrist, his heart skipped a beat, and he lied: "There never was."
"That's strange. If the benefactor had entanglements with him in the previous life, it is common to find him in this life. Why don't you ask the poor monk, if there is a reason for the incident, the poor monk can also mediate. What does the benefactor think?"
"He was never here." Ji Jiu said, "How do you ask him?"
"He's here," the monk stretched out his hand, pointed his index finger forward, and pointed to the study on the west side of the bedroom, "There, the evil spirit is strong there, otherwise the monk wouldn't be able to see it."
Ji Jiuming knew that he shouldn't show any traces, but he couldn't help but took a step back. Can't hide the look of horror.
Normally, he is not afraid of anything.
Whether it is a demon or a demon, if there really is one, it will only be death! He is a person who has experienced in the military camp. He has been taught by his father since he was a child. He has killed the enemy countless times in battle. The dead bodies and broken limbs can be piled up into a mountain.
He has long known that death is his destiny. To sacrifice one's life for one's country and return home with a shrouded body in horse leather is an honor, so why not be afraid of it!
It's just that what he faced was not death. But a humiliation worse than death. He has no strength to resist, no chance of turning the tables. Just because the other party is not human.
What he is afraid of is not the monster, but his powerlessness in the face of the monster. He resented this kind of powerlessness, this kind of struggle that knew it was irresistible but could not submit to it was futile, and it was the most devastating thing.
Ji Jiu stood still, and after a long silence, said in a low voice: "Master is tired from traveling all the way, I'll ask someone to settle in the guest room, Master will rest here first, and we can discuss long-term plans, how about it?"
The monk asked suspiciously: "Shouldn't the little monk come forward and ask?"
"Since he is in the study, he must be waiting for me to go." Ji Jiu gritted his teeth and said, "I will inquire in person and discuss with the master after the result is obtained. I just ask the mage not to tell the matter Others, the wives and children at home are weak-tempered and cannot be frightened."
The monk agreed, and Ji Jiu called his servant and took him away.
As for Ji Jiu himself, he stood in the sun, in the courtyard, looking at the closed study for a long time, thinking of burning it clean with a fire. Burn him! ruin him! Let everything that happened last night be burned with a fire, and I will never think of it again for the rest of my life.
But there is a demon in the house. No matter how many tricks he has, he still can't use such a powerful monster. Last night's battle of force showed the ups and downs.
He doesn't even have the qualifications to oppose him.
Even if Ji Jiu wanted to crush him, he couldn't do it.
But he really wanted to crush the person in the house to ashes, so that he could vent his hatred!
Ji Jiu stood outside the house until the closed door, as if waiting impatiently, opened it by herself. The meaning of the metaphor is self-evident, Ji Jiu's hand clenched into a fist, and although he walked slowly, he walked over without hesitation. Gradually approach the dark door.
Ji Jiu thought, even if it is impossible to recover, he still needs to figure it out.
It's just that this idea was quickly destroyed, the person in the house was not in the hall, but was leaning against his wooden table through the screen, looking at him with his forehead in one hand, his eyes were deep and cold, like an abyss, It has the meaning of being addicted to people.
Looking at those eyes, what appeared in Ji Jiu's mind was the desperate scene of being crushed under him the night before. Thinking of what the monk said, my heart was mostly discouraged.
Ji Jiu said, "I can't bring you down."
Ji Jiu said: "Regardless of whether you and I have a relationship in the previous life, I have never provoked you in this life, how about you let me go?"
Ji Jiu lowered his head and gave a wry smile: "I beg you, how about it?"
He lowered his head, never saw the eyes of the man on the couch, not even the sadness in those eyes.
After a brief silence, Ji Jiu heard the man's voice and asked, "How do I ask?"
Ji Jiu's heart sank, he hesitated for a moment, and finally became cruel, bent his knees, and knelt down very stiffly.
Ji Jiu said, "Please let me go."
Ji Jiu said: "Ende will be remembered in my heart, and I will set up a sign for you in the future, and burn incense day and night to make offerings."
Ji Jiu said, "Please let me go."
He said, kowtowing while speaking.
His forehead hit the icy ground with a muffled sound. Ji Jiu listened and counted, one, two, three, four... The number became more and more heavy, and at the end he gradually lost his mind. Just mechanical kowtow, kowtow, one after another. Shrunk all those dignity and humiliation into a small piece, and finally my heart was blank.
Yi Mo listened and watched, the blunt sound of kowtowing hit his heart again and again, as if he didn't think he was hurt enough, the muffled sound was gradually accompanied by blood splashes, and the man was already full of blood. Face.
Like the heart dripping with blood in his chest.
Yi Mo got up and walked to his side. Ji Jiu was still kneeling, but stopped kowtowing.
Yi Mo didn't say anything, wiped his tense body, and left.