Zenya kissed him back.
It doesn't seem very intense, no matter what kind of movement there is a strange feeling of tenderness, the lips and tongues are intertwined, and it becomes ambiguous and wet, and there seems to be some kind of fire in the vagueness, to stick together at this moment. The two of them burnt out.
Just didn't do anything in the end.
One is that Zenzai is calm and restrained, and there is nothing out of the ordinary except kissing him back;
The second is...
After panting and kissing, Shen Du tasted the "impulsive punishment", and almost in the moment of leaning on the monk's shoulder and backing away, he frowned and grinned and "hiss".
Zenzai saw it, and reached out his hand just right to help him to prevent him from kneeling on the stone and falling down.
But the smile on his lips swayed uncontrollably.
For a while, there was a little bit of narrowness: "What's wrong?"
How are you paralyzed!
Shen Du could hear the faint smile in his words, remembering how fierce he was when he threw himself into his arms, he felt so embarrassed that his face was flushed, so he simply rolled his eyes and adjusted in pain. With his own posture, he supported his waist and fell on the lap of the monk sitting cross-legged.
When he spoke again, he was frustrated: "Back pain..."
Dongfang Ji was going to kill him. The sharp silver hook was wedged straight into the flesh. Even if he was in a coma before, taking it out would definitely hurt him even more.
No matter how good the medicine is, it has to be restored, and it still hurts now.
Just now, he rushed up in a moment of emotion, but he forgot the pain before the injury was healed. Instead, he tossed it and pulled it. He could endure it without falling down.
Shanzai then lowered his eyes, put away the half-opened orchid, and put his palm on the wound on his lower back, gentle inner strength surging inward.
After a while, Shen Du felt relieved.
But after the pain stopped temporarily, he lay on the monk's leg and didn't move, did not speak, his eyelids drooped down, and the long eyelashes cast a deep shadow under the eyelids, a strange gloom.
Wind and cloud go.
The sky was covered by moving cloud shadows, casting shadowy outlines of light and shadow on the green mountains in the distance, and occasionally birds flew under the stratum clouds like a speck of ink in the sky.
Shen Du felt a sense of nostalgia.
He blinked and smiled inexplicably, then said "hello" and asked without looking up, "Am I going to die?"
The monk's fingers froze slightly, but he didn't answer.
Shen Du stretched out his hand, followed the lines that stretched out on the stone below them, and then asked a more direct question: "What kind of poisonous tongue is that? If you are not sure, the Dongfang Ji will not be used against me. You say, how long can I live?"
"… "
Shanzai couldn't see his expression, but felt that the quieter Shen Du's voice was and the more he didn't seem to care, the more a kind of heart-piercing pain spread in his body.
He heard his hoarse voice: "How long do you want to live?"
What is "how long do you want to live"
It was as if he could live if he wanted to.
Shen Du wanted to roll his eyes, but for some reason he didn't. He was silent for a while before saying, "I used to be very afraid of death, but I also felt that life was very tormented. In this situation, life and death have been seen very lightly. In the past, it was just Living, I have lived now. Monk, I just want to be with you when I am still alive."
A small hillside.
A broken wooden house.
a large rock.
The monk was sitting on the stone, and he was leaning on the monk's lap. He was casually covered with the snow-white monk's robe. They were clearly two people with different identities. As it should be, nothing unnatural.
Shen Du immediately thought of Wu Sheng and Lu Feixian.
I still remember that when he and Gu Zhao went to Yiyang City to see the so-called descendants of the Martial Saint, the two talked about Lou Dongwang and Lu Feixian many years ago, and he suddenly asked Gu Zhao: Lu Feixian only had about a year left. , but met Wu Sheng, what did she think at that time
Gu Zhao guessed that he was going to die based on this sentence, but did not answer the question.
In the current situation, he still doesn't know what Lu Feixian thought when he met Wu Sheng, but for him, who has already stirred up the situation in the arena and has seen all the life and death in the world, there is only one piece of calmness. .
The person I want also belongs to me.
Is there anything in the world more pleasing than this one
Death is not actually a frightening thing. What is frightening is that when you are about to die, you are not only empty-handed, but also empty-hearted. Living is the same as not living.
"Monk, can you promise me one thing?"
An ant crawled over on the grass, and just followed the texture of the stone to Shen Du's fingertips, he stopped, looked at the ant, and suddenly asked him.
The monk turned his eyes and saw the ant.
He looked at Shen Du's fingertips, didn't move, just asked him back, "What's the matter?"
The little ant crawled over the transparent nail cap of Shen Du's ring finger, and crawled around his finger, only to find the correct old path, and then crawled away from his palm.
The sun shines on the back of his hand, and there are strange purples in the winding veins.
Shen Du stared at the vague Zi for a while, and then said, "Don't go back to the Chanyuan, and don't go to get the relic. Before I die, don't leave, stay with me, okay?"
It can be saved for a while, but not forever.
The Hundred Tongues Poison was nothing but a knife that was forced to the throat, even if the knife was temporarily moved away, the Six Harmonies God Art was also a sharp sword hanging from his neck, and it would fall down soon.
He was the one who deserved to die.
When a person is about to die, he has been selfish for a lifetime, so why not be selfish again
He all knows that there is a real Buddha relic in the karma tower, which can cure all poisons, how could Shanzai not know? But he didn't want him to go.
He just wanted the monk to stay by his side until he died.
It's just that after he said these words, Shanzai didn't speak for a long time, and Shen Du couldn't see his expression. He just thought he was angry, but he didn't try to persuade him. OK?"
"… "
There was still a long silence.
After a long time, Shen Du thought he was really angry or ignored him, only then did he hear that low, hoarse voice: "Okay."
So Shen Du was finally happy.
He, who has been sleep deprived for many years, provoked other words, like a student in a school or a novice in a chanyuan, asking him for the "Lonely Ode to Chanting Buddha" that he had heard from the old man who chopped wood earlier, and asked him Tell him a sentence.
After hearing a few words, he fell asleep again.
Staying by the monk's side, he always seems to be able to sleep very peacefully, without all the swords and swords on the rivers and lakes, and the fierceness of the blood and rain has faded, showing a kind of peace and tranquility like a sunny day after a rain.
For the next few days, they didn't just stay in this wooden house.
Wufengkou is already located at the junction of southeast and northwest, which can be regarded as being located in the Central Plains, with mountains to the west and north, and plains and water towns to the east and south.
Shen Du couldn't wait, and wanted to go out and play.
He has been holding back the Demon Dao for ten years, and he deals with bloody killings every day. It seems exciting, but it is actually boring. Now that there are only a few days to live, I naturally don't bother to care about it anymore, I just deliberately don't ask about the news on the rivers and lakes, thinking that everyone has their own destiny, without him, the demon will not die, and neither will martial arts. will fall.
So just have fun.
I have been to the Lantern Festival in Yingdu City, swam past the Bi Palace in Taixu Lake, watched the sunrise at Izumo Mountain, and even took Shanzai on a trip to the Eight Arrays.
Needless to say, Xuan Hesheng almost dropped his jaw.
In the past few days, the pot has been blown up in the rivers and lakes, because Shanzai, a monk from Tianji Temple, suddenly appeared and rescued the big devil Shen Du from Lu Fan, the owner of Xiefeng Villa. Later, Gu Zhao, the first immortal of Pengshan, arrived and did not When he found something else, he tore off the mask on the face of Chi Yin, who had lost his head, and exposed the fact that this young leader has always been a closed disciple of the previous demon master, that is, brother Shen Du, Dongfang Ji. .
But Shen Du and Shanzai disappeared.
Who would have thought that they would suddenly appear in the Eight Arrays
Xuan Hesheng was obsessed with formations before, and was very curious about Shen Du, so he made a bet with Shen Du with the Xuelu sword and arranged for him for a while, but in the end he lost to Shen Du, who broke out of the formation and took Xuelu away sword.
Suddenly seeing him appear, with a monk by his side, his expression is wonderful.
It's just that Shen Du was too lazy to pay attention to him, and let him set up the formation without any hesitation, saying that he wanted a friend of his to try if he could break the formation within half an hour.
What a proud person is Xuan Hesheng
How could someone break through the formation he carefully arranged in half an hour? He knew that it was a trick, but he still fell for it.
Moreover, what is even more shocking is that the monk brought by Shen Du actually broke all his formations within half an hour...
Not a bit of scum left.
At that moment, Xuan Hesheng, who was known as an unpredictable genius, had the idea of committing suicide, and even wanted to immediately stab the news that Shen Du, the big devil, was in the Eight Arrays. To everyone in the world, let the righteous hypocrites rush over and hack him to death!
It's just that before he could put this idea into action, that slut Shen Du took his monk to leave gracefully.
Xuanhe lost his head in anger.
So the fuck are you here just to bring people to humiliate Lao Tzu? !
"Hahaha, I laughed so hard..."
On the pier by the river, the wounded Shen Du stepped on the boat, but he couldn't stop laughing. If he hadn't supported the shoulders of the monk beside him, he would have fallen into the water at this moment.
"Did you see his expression just now? Let him pretend in front of Lao Tzu..."
Going back to the Eight Arrays, it took Shen Du a long time to break through.
After coming out, Xuan Hesheng still frowned, saying that this formation could be better, and that he would not be able to come out for ten days and a half months when he came next time.
Where did you think that the slap in the face came so quickly
Shen Du was just idle and had nothing to do. He happened to pass the Eight Arrays, thinking that he had been so happy in the days before his death, and he had to make others feel a little unhappy, so he ran to block Xuan Hesheng. .
Zenya knew him.
Although he didn't think it was a good thing, it didn't seem to be a bad thing, so he went with him.
It is dusk now, the setting sun is about to end, only a little red shadow spreads on the clear river, the sparkling waves smash the light and shadow, and most of the small sails are docked at the ferry, only a few fishing boats returning home late hanging. On the fishing lantern, still on the way back.
The two boarded the Wu Peng boat and went down the river.
Jiang Jing watched in the middle of the night, and Shen Du began to feel sleepy, so Shanzai stopped the boat and leaned against the reeds by the river, lying with him in the narrow boat, and fell asleep listening to the sound of the river flowing.
He is a Buddhist disciple, and even though he left the Chanyuan, it is not that he has stopped turning to Buddhism, not to mention the rigorous and self-sufficient habit he cultivated at a young age.
The posture of the person lying down is very beautiful.
It's just that the more he is like this, the more Shen Du can't sleep.
The sound of the wind blowing through the reeds was very obvious, mixed in the sound of the flowing river, but no matter what, it couldn't hide the sound of his heartbeat at the moment.
Sleeping with a monk is really torture.
These days, Shen Du has been able to see his own nature clearly, since the first day the monk slept next to him, all kinds of nasty thoughts in his mind have not gone down.
God knows how hard it is to fall asleep!
Just the intentional or unintentional touch of his limbs can cause his mouth to become dry, and his desire for love cannot be suppressed at all.
In fact, Shen Du hadn't slept at night these past few days.
He wanted to do something with the monk, but if he could move halfway, he would be pressed down by the monk, and he couldn't see it, but the monk was doing it for his own good. He couldn't say anything, so he had to endure it.
In the past few days, he didn't have even the slightest bit of overindulgence, but now there is a circle of blue and black, and it looks like he hasn't done anything serious all day long.
Shen Du was very depressed.
Tonight is the same, lying down beside the monk, then staring at the low roof of the boat, listening to the gentle breathing of the monk next to him, and inexplicably getting angry.
Why can't he sleep and Lao Tzu can't sleep? !
The more you think, the more angry you become.
Revenge immediately arose.
Shen Du gritted his teeth, but secretly said that he couldn't bear it: I can't sleep today, and no one should want to sleep!
When a thought arises, it cannot be suppressed.
He turned his head and glanced at the monk beside him. Some of the moonlight reflected by the river outside reflected on his clear outline, which was like the most perfect sculpture in the Buddhist hall.
So he used both hands and feet, turned over like an octopus, took off his trousers, and sat on his waist with bare legs. Then he took off his clothes, pressed his slender fingers against his strong and broad chest, and looked down at the monk who had been awakened by him and opened his eyes: "Don't sleep, get up, I want to fuck you."