This year, there is a lot of rain. In this season of previous years, the rain in the mountains has never been so frequent. This year is a little weirder, after half a month, it is only sunny for two days.
Shen Qingxuan had already learned how to pass the time, he was not anxious when stuck in the house, he leaned against the window and listened to the rain patiently day after day.
The sound of rainwater falling on the leaves, the sound of falling on the eaves, the sound of dripping in the earthen jars in the courtyard... It is also interesting to catch them one by one by ear and identify the slight differences.
There are also fresh flowers in the courtyard, trembling with rainwater in his field of vision, no longer dignified, but with a special style. When the interest to see came, Shen Qingxuan unfolded the drawing paper, rendered the scenery in the rain on it, and entertained himself.
In the evening, after eating, soaking in the warm water with a faint medicinal fragrance, until the eyelids could not be lifted, he rang the bell to call the servant, and took him to bed.
This night, it was pouring rain again.
Shen Qingxuan only said that Yi Mo would not come again, and went to bed early. But he didn't fall asleep either, he just leaned against the head of the bed, a chessboard was set up on a small square table in front of him, and he took the endgame of ancient chess and laid it out according to the book.
The black and white chess pieces were first scattered and scattered, and then they were suddenly connected closely under his hands, suddenly like a thousand troops, encircling and fighting;
While concentrating on fiddling with it, the curtain on the bed seemed to be blown by the wind, and a corner was lifted gracefully.
Shen Qingxuan raised his head and looked through the green gauze with a very surprised expression.
There is no one in the room. But Shen Qingxuan knew that he was coming, so he quickly opened the curtain and waved to the empty place.
Sensing a cold air approaching, Shen Qingxuan hurriedly put away the chess pieces on the table, took out a pen and paper from the wooden cabinet beside the bed, and wrote: The wind is heavy and the rain is imminent, come up and sit down.
After a while, the big bed shook slightly, and there were traces on the thin quilt under the chess table.
The sound of rain falling outside the window was crackling, Shen Qingxuan only said that he would not come, he was only wearing a snow-white jacket, the lapel was crooked, the hairpin on the top of his head had also been taken off long ago, and his black hair was scattered in a mess in front of and behind him , to describe lazy.
It wasn't until Yi Mo sat down on the opposite side of the chess game that he realized that he was disrespectful, and hurriedly wrote: I thought you wouldn't come. After finishing writing, I looked at the empty space on the opposite side, but unexpectedly there was no movement on the other side.
Shen Qingxuan was quite surprised. Since they met for several months, although Yi Mo was very indifferent, he never lost his manners and always answered every question.
What's going on today
Just as I was thinking about it, someone picked up the paper on the table, and the pen in my hand was taken away by external force, and moved to the opposite side.
Then the writing gradually appeared on the paper, but it was farewell.
Yi Mo wants to leave the mountain and go elsewhere.
When Shen Qingxuan heard about it, his heart skipped a beat, he lost his position, and felt unstoppable panic. He snatched the pen hanging in the air opposite him, grabbed the paper, and hurriedly asked him where he was going and when he would come back. . Lost manners.
Later, the paper and ink in his hand were taken away again, and the word by word was still Zhou Zheng. But this thousand-year-old snake demon has been looking for something for two hundred years, and only recently got the clue, so he naturally wants to go down the mountain to get it.
Only then did Shen Qingxuan feel relieved.
After a while of silence, he couldn't bear to be curious again, and asked him what it was, it was so precious that even Yi Mo couldn't wait to get it.
The pen and paper paused for a while before two words appeared: snake slough.
Shen Qingxuan was dumbfounded.
It was about the thing that he had been looking for for many years finally had a clue. Yi Mo was in a happy mood, and he spread the paper again, and told him that it was more than two hundred years ago that Yi Mo Ni, who had successfully survived the catastrophe, shed her skin in the mountains. Never thought about the snake slough but disappeared for no reason.
Although he doesn't like the thin snake slough, he is a thousand year old demon after all, and the skin shed is also extraordinary, if someone takes it away, trouble will happen. So how many years have been looking for.
It wasn't until today that there was a clue to that thing.
Shen Qingxuan asked more detailed questions after hearing the words, and Yi Mo did not hide anything, and answered one by one, and the conversation inevitably brought some past events, revealing the root cause. It's just that Yi Mo didn't care about letting others know, but Shen Qingxuan took care to write it down carefully.
All along, Shen Qingxuan only knew that he was a snake demon, but he didn't know the origin and past of this snake demon. Today, he only knew that the reason why Yi Mo became a demon was enlightening. Even Yi Mo's hometown is thousands of miles away. remote.
Shen Qingxuan asked him with a pen: Why did you leave your hometown
Yi Mo thought for a while, and replied with one word: Noisy.
For people, hometown is the root of the soul, but for snakes, it is only the place of birth. He was just an ignorant little snake, sleeping when he was full, waking up in spring, and sleeping in winter. Living in a cave in the mountains, I don't know the world.
At that time, the world was in turmoil, with five states and ten countries, and the flames of war stretched across the land. In the troubled times, a hundred schools of thought contend, scholars, sages, heroes and warriors emerge alternately, so many heroes and gods and demons coexist for a while. There are Taoists cultivating immortals, alchemists, disciples of Maitreya, and various schools gathered in this chaotic world, which is wonderful.
He is a little snake, he doesn't understand the troubled times in the world, and he lives in a corner. Unexpectedly, the flames of war will eventually come one day.
The flames of the wolf smoke have ignited to this small green hill.
At the foot of the mountain, drums were beating loudly, shouts of killing shook the sky, swords and swords were shadowed, and blood flowed like rivers. The boys are still shrouded in horse leather.
But there were more bodies left on that piece of land, all with severed limbs and dismembered corpses.
Too much blood and unfulfilled grievances finally created monsters, and for a while, the small green hills were full of gloomy winds all day long.
At that time, he was still an ignorant little snake.
Monsters are rampant, and there are saints and immortals coming to the world.
One day, two Taoists came down from the foot of the mountain, one of them was a Taoist boy, and came with the master.
At the time of the waking up, the little snake Yimo also poked its head out of the hole, cruising among the grass and trees for food. But because he just woke up from hibernation, his body was stiff and heavy, so he bumped his head against the Taoist shoe.
The Taoist screamed and raised his foot to kick, but Master stopped him.
The little snake Yimo saw that these two people didn't intend to embarrass him, so he didn't bother to embarrass them, even though he was hungry, he knew he couldn't eat them. Turn around and want to leave.
But he was summoned by an older Taoist.
The Taoist said, "That snake."
Knowing that he was a snake, Yi Mo stopped, turned his head, and looked at him coldly with black bean-like eyes, as if waiting for him to continue talking.
"You snake is very interesting, quite psychic."
Yi Mo was not called Yi Mo at that time, he was just a nameless legless worm. There are many birds and beasts in the mountains, and some of them have cultivated into spirits and love to croak. Even if Yi Mo is not interested, he still knows a thing or two about these fairies and goblins. He never thought about cultivating to become a spirit or a demon, he just felt that the status quo was good.
The stable status quo of being a snake was broken by this Taoist.
The Taoist took out a jug of wine from his waist, smiled and said: "I see you just woke up, you must be hungry and cold, how about I buy you a drink?" He opened the jug.
The wine was made from something unknown, and it was fragrant. Although Yi Mo knew that he had bad intentions, he was really hungry, so he hesitated for a moment and drank the wine in the gourd.
When he finished drinking and looked up again, he found that the world in front of him was different.
I saw that in the seemingly verdant forest, there was a black air, which was very thick. There is also some red and green atmosphere sandwiched in, and the world that I was used to for a while changed its appearance.
The Taoist was still smiling, and knelt down to explain to him which ones were demonic energy, which ones were demonic energy, and which ones were resentment energy. He also explained the difference between demons and demons to him, and finally put away the empty wine gourd happily, saying: "After drinking my wine, you have become a demon. You are no longer the one who was caught, peeled, deboned and stewed into a gourd. It's a long worm in the soup."
Yi Mo froze on the spot, speechless for a long time.
The Taoist gave him a name again, and then got up contentedly, didn't even do business, and left briskly, regardless of how much impact he had on a snake's life.
Later, the snake demon Yi Mo, who had never practiced for a day, had to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and began to learn to practice.
It is not difficult to accept the fact that he became a demon, but the difficulty lies in the fact that there are so many monsters in the mountain after he became a demon. He used to be an ordinary little snake, and those monsters ignored him, but now he has been enlightened by the fairy family, so he is extraordinary in the eyes of the monsters, so they often pester him.
Yi Mo likes to be quiet by nature, but he feels bored.
In addition, the hard-working birds and beasts that Yi Mo was familiar with in this mountain gradually fell into the way of magic, polluted by love, hatred, greed, hatred and ignorance, lost their normal nature, and felt even more unhappy.
In the end, the oriole that often sat on his back and croaked suddenly disappeared overnight.
The arrogant croaking and laughter of the monsters finally forced Yi Mo to take action, and killed the demon head formed by the resentment of the soldiers who died at the foot of the mountain, cleaned up those little demons who were constantly noisy with their ears day and night, and left their homeland from then on.
Gradually, after experiencing many things, Yimo knew that the Taoist priest who enlightened him knew that the devil energy in this mountain was too heavy to subdue, so he ordered this little snake with a heartless heart, and gave him power for no reason. , is to use its hand to kill the demon head.
Demons and demons confront each other, evenly matched.
If it is a human being with a mortal body, even if the skill is equal, it will suffer some dull losses.
Yi Mo knew that he was tricked by someone, but he didn't show his anger or joy. He just calmly searched for another spiritual mountain and practiced for another hundred years. After tossing and turning to find the reincarnation of the Taoist, he almost hanged himself by teasing the Taoist in the previous life and that life, and went back to the mountain to continue practicing.
Later, the Taoist lived through the third life and was ranked among the immortals. This is all a thing of the past.
Shen Qingxuan listened attentively to his past events, and at the end, he couldn't help lowering his head and laughing, thinking in his heart that this path has a beginning and an end.
With this thought in mind, he drew up a pen and asked: When are you going, when will you come back
Yi Mo replied: two months at the fastest, half a year at the slowest.
When Shen Qingxuan saw that it would take half a year, he couldn't bear it anymore and didn't hide it anymore, but he didn't know how to get close to others, so although he was not unfamiliar with the writing, he only asked: Will it take so long
The snake said: "There are many monsters in this mountain. If you feel lonely, you can invite them by burning incense."
He spoke politely, although there was no lack of concern, but he was still indifferent, Shen Qingxuan felt displeased, thinking that it was enough for me to know you as a snake demon, there is no need to invite some ghosts and monsters to accompany me.
Then he turned his face sideways, and his long hair also helped to protect his face, blocking the expression on his face.
Yi Mo, who was sitting opposite, was also silent for a while, and later picked up the paper and ink again, and wrote: Farewell.
Although Shen Qingxuan remained motionless, the corners of his eyes scanned the movement. When he saw the words written on the white paper, he couldn't help but jump in his heart. At this moment, the bedside lamp exploded, and his hand was placed on the silk quilt. His hands were also clenched tightly, his fingertips turned white.
The bed curtain was finally lifted again, although Shen Qingxuan could not see the shape, knowing that he was going to leave from it, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Dependence is a human nature, and Shen Qingxuan is no exception. Although he hates his dependence on this monster, he has no time to think about it at this time. The days of being alone for nearly twenty years have changed gratifyingly in the past few months, and his black and white life has changed because of this unusual encounter. A different kind of brilliance, trust in this alien seems to be formed involuntarily, together with dependence.
But he was told to let go of his hand at this time, and he was away for half a year.
The friendship between gentlemen originally envisaged seems to be unable to go on.
Shen Qingxuan suddenly turned his face away, picked up the pen and ink, and wrote on the white paper that had been waiting for a long time: You have kindness to me, and you are kind to me. After a few months, I miss myself. Since you are here to bid farewell to me, why don't you let me take a look at you. Even if I dream back at midnight and think of talking by candlelight, I am not alone.
After putting down his pen, Shen Qingxuan stared at the opposite place and remained silent for a while.
He knew in his heart that their relationship between gentlemen was as light as water, and perhaps because of this request, earth-shaking changes took place.
Na Yimo never shows up, obviously not just putting on airs, the only explanation, this has been a habit for hundreds of years. Changing his habits, when will the friendship between them be so familiar.
Roemer refuses...
Shen Qingxuan was suddenly covered in cold sweat, and the hair from the tailbone to the scalp was raised up - Ruo Yimo refused...
He didn't dare to think about it any more.
Even if intersecting is as light as water, it is better than splitting. He is no longer a reckless young man, how come he meets him, and makes mistakes every time.
Shen Qingxuan was feeling annoyed, suspicious, flustered, thinking of ways to make amends, when the bed curtain that had been lifted up at a corner began to shake slightly, obviously asking someone to pick it up and put it down again.
Then the originally empty brocade quilt revealed a black corner of his clothes, Shen Qingxuan held his breath, his mind was in chaos.
What he was thinking seemed to appear in front of him suddenly, whether it was excitement or something else, he didn't dare to take a breath at this time, his pale cheeks were blushing, and he even began to feel dizzy.
Yi Mo dispelled the invisibility technique very quickly, but Shen Qingxuan's eyes appeared extremely slow. Finally, when the upright and indifferent face like his handwriting appeared in the field of vision, Shen Qingxuan blinked, and his whole body became stiff.
Seeing a small cluster of green flames appearing from Yi Mo's fingertips, which bounced towards his chest, Shen Qingxuan took a breath as if he had been hit by a gravel.
Realizing that he forgot to breathe and almost suffocated to death, Shen Qingxuan blushed for a moment.
After blushing and looking at that cold face for a while, Shen Qingxuan took up a pen and wrote: Fenghua is restrained, unparalleled in this world.
However, Yi Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, using his hand as a pen, and added a line next to the eight characters: ancient and beautiful, beautiful and natural.
When Shen Qingxuan saw the words, he subconsciously touched his cheek with suspicion, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the flash of light in the other's dark eyes, and immediately realized that he had been teased. He really praised him, but Yi Mo was full of ridicule. But he just fell for it.
Shen Qingxuan's face turned red for a moment, and he opened his mouth to curse: You bad snake.
Although it is silent, the shape of the mouth is clear.
Yi Mo was neither happy nor angry, and only left two words on the paper: each other.
Then the bed curtain was lifted and disappeared.