There is a mountain a hundred miles away from the imperial city, surrounded by green water. Because it is winter, the rice fields under the mountain are barren. Ji's ancestral grave is at the foot of this mountain.
Ji Jiu said that he had kept his father's filial piety for three years, and moved away from the General's Mansion, living alone in a small courtyard at the foot of the mountain. Shen Jue was the only one to take care of him, blocking all the people who came to visit him.
He also seldom travels, stays behind closed doors all day long, and no one knows what he is doing. Even the emperor didn't mention him in court, as if deliberately trying to erase this person from the court.
Old Xiangguo Chen was dismissed, the Chen family has fallen, and only the Ji family is the only one left. Now that the old general Ji has left, Ji Jiu has kept his filial piety and never seen any guests. The emperor's attitude is also intriguing. It seems that the big tree of the Ji family has fallen state. In the court hall, one of the two big trees had fallen, and the other was also on the verge of defeat. For a while, no one could understand what the emperor wanted to do, so everyone had to be in danger, and the grass and trees fell.
Outside the court hall, Ji Jiu went to pay respects to his father's grave every day. After returning to the house, he was accompanied by books all day long, and Shen Jue waited on him, so it was safe. Shen Jue stayed by his side every day, watching the sunrise and sunset, talking only a few words all day long, but he didn't seem bored. It seems that no matter what kind of life, I can deal with it calmly, and I feel quite at ease with it. Because of his temperament, Ji Jiu relies more and more on him, and doesn't avoid him when dealing with affairs, and sometimes even talks about past lives with him. But they didn't talk deeply, Ji Jiu was finally unwilling to let him regard himself as Shen Qingxuan.
Although in his heart, Ji Jiu is willing to be his father.
After the meal, Shen Jue cleaned up the dishes on the table, Ji Jiu rinsed his mouth, wandered around the courtyard for a while and went back to the house, leaning against the window to read a book. After finishing her work, Shen Jue sat under the window, leaning on the railing to bask in the sun. The two were separated only by an open window. While reading the book, Ji Jiu spoke in a low voice, as if speaking to himself, or to Shen Jue outside the window. Shen Jue listened and answered, this was an unusual afternoon.
But the conversation stopped suddenly, Shen Jue tilted his head, listened to the courtyard door for a while, and said, "Father, someone is coming from the palace."
Ji Jiu said "hmm", without bothering to raise his eyelids, he said, "Send it away."
"Is the palace also dismissing?" Shen Jue asked again.
"Those who are looking for me will be sent away," Ji Jiu raised his eyes, seemed to be smiling, but didn't seem to be, and said, "Those who are looking for you, you decide for yourself."
Shen Jue originally wanted to ask the man in the palace why he wanted me, but suddenly stopped, remembering that he seemed to have some "story" with the emperor two years ago, so he fell silent. After waiting for a while, the footsteps were approaching the door, and then he said to Ji Jiu, "Father, it probably wasn't for me."
Ji Jiu said: "Not necessarily." The ambiguous words were used in a definite tone. Turning a page of the book, Ji Jiu added: "I know him better than you."
The courtyard door was knocked at this time, and Shen Jue went to open it half-believingly.
The old god Ji Jiu was waiting until Shen Jue came back, and asked him to resign with a weird face, Ji Jiu said, "Go."
Shen Jue was about to leave, and behind him Ji Jiu added another sentence: "I can do it myself."
Shen Jue stopped, turned back, stood still in front of Ji Jiu, and asked seriously: "Father, do you think I should go or not?"
Ji Jiu said, "Do you think you will go or not?"
Shen Jue was choked up by this backhand blow, speechless. After a while, he said, "I don't hate him."
Ji Jiu put down the book, but asked an irrelevant question: "Why don't you go to cultivate immortality?"
"If you can't let it go, you won't cultivate." Shen Jue replied quickly, "Otherwise you will go crazy."
"What can't you let go?" Ji Jiu asked again.
Shen Jue said: "I can't let go of my happiness."
"Are you happy?" Ji Jiu was taken aback when he heard the words, and then asked, "You are wasting your time every day with me in this fame and fortune. What joy do you have?"
"Just wasting time like this, I also feel happy and can't let it go. That's why I don't practice." Shen Jue smiled, showing two canine teeth: "Father thinks that life is short, and becoming a fairy is detachment, so he is worried that I will fall into it." Is it? But I feel that becoming an immortal is too long, and there is nothing to do while watching the sun rise and the moon set. It is better to have a short happy time. Dad, this kind of thing is like drinking water." It is just a self-knowledge.
Ji Jiu was silent for a moment, then waved and said, "Go." Shen Jue walked again, took two steps, and heard Ji Jiu say behind him: "He is suspicious and fickle. I am used to being fierce and hot. But I have never made a mistake, and I am the real emperor. You should know that the emperor is ruthless."
Shen Jue nodded, "My child knows."
Ji Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at the sunshine under the window, which was so bright that it was dazzling, and continued: "Among the wild beasts, only the wolf spends his life, only the only companion, and will never give up. If you want to wait for him to die, Find a few more lifetimes, and then don’t go.”
Shen Jue stood there for a while, and said: "If there is a day, the child will destroy his own morality, go drink Mengpo soup and reincarnate, and don't suffer for it." After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ji Jiu's reaction, he walked away.
Ji Jiu was stunned on the spot, like a stone sculpture or a wood carving, his whole body was unable to move because of this sentence.
So decisive, so straightforward. Self-destruct. This is the only choice for the demon.
Humans and demons shouldn't meet each other from the very beginning, so they shouldn't fall in love. Otherwise, how to go is a different way.
It took a long time for Ji Jiu to turn around, staring blankly at the scenery outside the window, unconsciously reached out and took out the hanging beads on his chest, rubbed them for a moment, and finally asked, "Where are you?"
The volume is extremely low, asking questions softly, like a breeze blowing your ears. After two years, the snake woke up and disappeared without a word of greeting or meeting him. It disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.
So... where
Is it also ruining Taoism, drinking Mengpo soup, reincarnation, and not suffering for it
Could it be that he was so hurt that he couldn't redeem himself, so he had no choice but to say goodbye
Ji Jiu thought, no. With such a bad temper, how could he do such a stupid thing. Feeling a little panic in his heart, Ji Jiu clenched the red bead uneasily.
The blood-colored beads flashed slightly between his fingers, and then the wind blew up, Ji Jiu let go of his hand, and saw a figure in the shadow under the locust tree outside the window, with a wide robe and long sleeves, black hair hanging down, standing with his hands behind his back.
As if it has always been there.
Ji Jiu let out an "ah", short and flustered, but his expression was much more relaxed, looking at him, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
But Yi Mo said: "I didn't go." Then, he approached, through a window, looking in from the outside, as if he knew what he was thinking, and said: "Shen Jue is a wolf and a man, and he is also a wolf." But for a hundred years, it doesn't matter if it is destroyed, at most I become a mortal. If I destroy my Taoism, I will be an ordinary snake in the mountains and forests. I don't understand human language or heart, and I am no different from a beast." He paused and said with a smile : "Maybe eaten by birds of prey."
Ji Jiu's face turned pale, and he threw the book in his hand at him, saying, "Shut up."
Yi Mo took the booklet he dropped and asked, "Are you scared?"
Ji Jiu turned his face away, and snorted coldly: "If you want to destroy yourself, you will destroy it after I die, so as not to make me bear debts, and I will not live in peace day and night."
Yi Mo handed the book to him through the window, and commented without revealing anger: "Duplicity."
Ji Jiu looked like he didn't hear anything, and when Yi Mo got closer, he said calmly, "It's the truth."
It's true. So this time, Yi Mo didn't answer him.
Like Shen Jue before, Yi Mo sat under the window, leaning against the pillar, and squinted his eyes in the sunlight. Ji Jiu looked down at the book, occasionally glanced over it, and then quickly retracted it, pretending that there was no such person, reading it extremely "seriously".
"Seriously" while flipping through the book, Ji Jiu asked, "Where have you been these two years?"
Yi Mo closed his eyes, basking in the sun and said lazily: "I'm sleeping."
"Didn't you get enough sleep for three months? You still need to find a place to sleep after waking up?" Ji Jiu didn't believe it.
"You have your own things to do, why don't I sleep?" Yi Mo asked back.
Ji Jiu flipped through the book dully, and after turning over a dozen pages, he continued, "I thought you went back to the mountain to practice."
"You think I went to the place where his bones are buried to accompany the bones." Yi Mo said, serious.
Ji Jiu snorted, "Who do you go to accompany me, what does it matter to me? Even if you accompany him to become bones, you are willing. I don't care."
"Do you want to care?" Yi Mo sat up straight and looked at him through the window with his head up, "Do you want to?" The tone was serious, but there was a touch of indescribable ambiguity, like a lover's obstinate talk.
Ji Jiu flipped through a few more pages of the book, seeing that she couldn't continue to calm down, she simply threw the book aside, looked at him, but ignored what she said before, and said: "Shen Jue has gone to see the emperor."
Yi Mo knew that he didn't want to talk about this topic, so he granted his wish, saying: "Just go." Raising his eyebrows, he added: "He won't suffer."
Ji Jiu thought about the meaning of "no loss", and immediately understood it, but he still didn't believe it. After all, the emperor is the Ninth Five-Year King, even though he is very masculine, he does not allow others to offend him, so how can the emperor tolerate his disobedience
Just thinking about it, Yi Mo said: "Everyone has his own destiny, it's useless to think about it."
Everything is just life. Even if Shen Jue suffers, he deserves to die like this. After more than a hundred years of experience, although the wolf boy is silent, he also has some eyes that are higher than the top, and he looks down on ordinary people.
So in the past hundred years, traveling in the world of mortals, Yi Mo has never seen him thinking about anyone. Now, it is almost time. Once you meet it, you can't hide it.
Even if the emperor doesn't call him into the palace today, Shen Jue will go to him himself in the future.
It's useless to worry about such things. Don't just sit on the sidelines and help when you need to intervene.
In fact, Yi Mo was very relieved of Shen Jue. That person was taught by Shen Qingxuan single-handedly, he will pursue what he wants and what the result will be, and he has always been sober and self-sufficient. There will be no big trouble.
Even if something goes wrong, Yi Mo also feels that he can still protect him. Just let him have his time.
After hearing this, Ji Jiu stopped talking.
Yi Mo leaned back against the railing again, basking in the warm sunshine, returning to tranquility.
In the evening, Shen Jue hadn't returned yet, Ji Jiu waited and waited, and as the night fell, that sliver of luck was snuffed out. He untied his clothes and got on the couch, laying on the bed and remembering the scene of meeting him for the first time, carrying a burden, holding a sword, and having a tepid dispute with the corporal chief, as if it was still yesterday. In a blink of an eye, it has been three years.
The surrounding personnel, three years have been wasted, and they are beyond recognition. Dead or alive, except for Shen Jue, there was no one around him.
Hiding in this villa, waiting for the emperor's edict to go out. At that time, even he himself should be gone.
Yi Mo raised the curtain of the bed and rolled over on top of him, Ji Jiu opened his eyes in the darkness, his four eyes met each other, each with bright eyes.
After being suppressed again after two years, Ji Jiu was not annoyed, and only threatened in a very fierce tone: "How dare you!"
It's not that Yi Mo didn't dare, but he didn't want to force him, besides, he promised Xiaobao that he would not force Ji Jiu. After a pause, she lowered her head and kissed him on the cheek, then turned over and lay down on one side.
The weight on his body disappeared, Ji Jiu heaved a sigh of relief, and didn't say anything to the person lying beside him, just closed his eyes again, rolled up the quilt and was about to sleep.
But that hand was steady, passed through the gap in the quilt, and wrapped around his waist.
Ji Jiu froze for a moment, then relaxed again, without opening her eyes, she said flatly, "I don't have what you want."
The hand on his waist pinched, Yi Mo lifted the quilt, got into his bed, and asked, "Nothing?"
Ji Jiu still didn't move, and said to himself: "Although I am not Shen Qingxuan, I am his reincarnation. If you want to blame me for this, I have nothing to say." It's just that he can't be Shen Qingxuan, He couldn't be on good terms with him day and night, and he couldn't give up his family property for him, watching his dead ancestors humiliate his face and turn so many years of hard work into powder.
He couldn't do all of this. He is Ji Jiu, he can only be Ji Jiu, and he can only be Ji Jiu.
Ji Jiu with nowhere to go.
"It's just that I can't be Shen Qingxuan. If you can't do it, don't force me."
"If you're willing to just hug someone who doesn't want to respond, you can. I'm not a stingy person either. You've been looking for it for more than a hundred years. I can still give you this little thing."
"No more, no more."
Ji Jiu said. For the first time, tell him the truth. The past resentment can be let go, although it has not been erased, but it doesn't matter. He is willing to show his sympathy to the snake demon who has been looking for him for so many years, even though it has nothing to do with love.
So, if you want to hold it, hold it. Shen Jue said that every summer, Shen Qingxuan wanted that person's cold body to hug her tightly. Every winter, I hug the original shape of that person to my heart.
Even if this past attachment is not in his memory, Ji Jiu will not hesitate to give it to him.
Who made him the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan. Once you find it, you can't hide it.
Yi Mo said: "After all, you just don't want to have sex with me." Touching the body of his hand, he said: "If you don't want to, then don't do it." After saying that, he let go of his hands and hugged the man in front of him , embracing him motionless, without breaking the rules.
Ji Jiu didn't struggle, lay down for a while, and whispered as if in a dream: "It's like a drunk snake, it's more pleasing." He wouldn't talk nonsense like this, a living person can make him mad.
After hearing this, Yi Mo deeply felt that Xiaobao had too many things to do.
He is drunk, who dares to do anything to him? He wanted to put him in a box and bring him back, and even told this man to watch a drunken snake. I don't know what he did.
Tightening Ji Jiu's body into his arms, Yi Mo leaned close to his ear and asked in a low voice: "I like my original body because of a snake, so I can't be happy with you, right?"
Ji Jiu stretched out his hand, grabbed Yi Mo's shoulder, and pushed him away, almost pushing him under the bed. Yi Mo grabbed his hand in time, and the two of them got entangled together. Ji Jiu didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and started with a fierce move, locking Yi Mo's neck several times, almost breaking his throat.
In the end, Yi Mo clasped the back of his neck, lowered his head and kissed him, Ji Jiu was caught off guard that he would do this suddenly, his lips were blocked, without reacting for a while, he opened his mouth and let him kiss him to his heart's content.
唇分开时，季玖有些喘，却也没继续揍他，伊墨又低头，伸出舌来，在他唇角舔了舔，将湿润的水迹又铺开些，才躺回枕上，道貌岸然Said: "Stop making trouble."
Who is making trouble? !
Ji Jiu lay on the side, really wanted to go back to the previous life, gouged out Shen Qingxuan's eyeballs, and used the soles of his shoes to grind mud.
What kind of eyes do you have to have to see such a bad thing!