The sun shines brightly.
Elder Xue felt that he was already a waste.
Although he already knew that Mozun himself was restless and disgusted with strangers wandering around the magic palace, but Elder Xue didn't? He thought that in such a big magic palace, there were not even a few shadows of the magic palace.
In the imagination of the outside world, there are no concubines and concubines in the magic palace. Even the maids are all dressed up, and they have to cover their faces with black veils, so that they can't tell whether they are human or ghosts.
Most of the demon cultivators indulge their desires because of the exercises they practice. It's rare to see a white swan appearing among a group of pitch-black black ducks in a quagmire.
However, Demon Venerable is not a white swan.
He flapped his wings, probably darker than the darkest crow in the world.
And with a slap, the black ducks can be fanned into the quagmire, and the corpses are scattered everywhere.
Just like the current Elder Xue.
There are few people in the magic palace, so it is conceivable that the place to be cleaned is much more convenient.
But Elder Xue didn't think so at the beginning
From the main hall of the magic palace in front to the winding corridor in the back, and then to the more than ten palaces in it and sweeping to the rear garden, Elder Xue was miserable with a broom.
He was a demon cultivator in the Mahayana period, where he is not a great power, and now he has fallen to this point. Every time he thinks of this, he can't wait to go back and drown himself who came up with the bad idea with spittle.
And sweeping the floor is not the most helpless thing.
The most helpless thing is that in the magic palace, he does not know when he will see some things that he should not see, and see some people he should not see.
for example.
The day before yesterday, when he was sweating profusely from sweeping the floor, he saw smoke coming out of the dining room. He happened to be greedy too, so he wanted to go in and see what he had to eat.
He thought, the pantry is a good place to cook, so the person in charge of the meal should be the maids who look at them with black veils, maybe he can make friends, so that he can spend his time in the devil. The time when the palace is errand.
Elder Xue walked in happily.
Then, he saw... Lord Mozun standing in front of the smoking stove with his sleeves rolled up.
The Demon Venerable looked at him with a half-smile, his face seemed to have a little bit of laziness dissipated, very handsome.
It's just that his eyes are bloody, and his eyes are full of savagery, as if there is a sea of corpses hidden in a sea of blood, which makes people in the world ignore his handsome face most of the time, only to feel fear and horror.
Elder Xue felt as if he was already a corpse. The voice also stuttered, "No, no, no... I know that your lord is here, I don't mean to offend, Ma... leave right away."
He turned around, trying to escape.
However, the dining room door suddenly slammed shut in front of him.
"What are you doing in a hurry?" Demon Venerable's casual voice came from behind him, "Just in time, you? Come and taste the cakes made by this Venerable."
Demon Venerable cooks the cakes himself, and then asks him to taste it
Elder Xue felt that the whole world was unreal. I didn't feel flattered. Instead, my legs were shaking. I wondered if Demon Venerable had developed a new poison, so I wanted to try him first.
But had to turn around and move over.
Demon Venerable's hand tapped beside the stove, and there was indeed a plate of cakes there.
A few pale green pastries on a white disk, sprinkled with a lot of apricot blossoms, look? And a little... nice.
This is what Mozun made... Apricot Mung Bean Cake
Elder Xue moved over carefully, carefully picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, and took another bite.
His face turned from white to blue.
too sweet.
It was so sweet as if two catties of sugar had been sprinkled in it, and the fragrance of the apricot blossoms was completely covered.
But in front of Demon Venerable, Elder Xue could only swallow the apricot flower cake silently.
Demon Venerable was very interested, "How?"
Elder Xue's face was a little distorted, "Alright, alright... No, it's delicious, it's so delicious, the craftsmanship of the Lord is truly the best in the world!"
Demon Venerable said casually: "Tell the truth."
Elder Xue swallowed hard, hesitant, not sure what the Demon Venerable was thinking.
Speaking of which, can such sweet pastries really be made by humans? Is there something wrong with Mozun's sense of taste
Facing Demon Venerable's blood-red and icy gaze, Elder Xue said with his lips trembling: "A little... a little too sweet."
Hearing this, Demon Venerable didn't get angry, but nodded and asked him, "How's the color?"
Elder Xue began to wonder, what color of cake is that plate of pastry, the Demon Venerable won't look at it by himself
Such a pair of bloody eyes, is it still impossible to decorate.
Of course, he didn't dare to say this idea. Having learned from the previous lesson, he didn't even dare to speculate on the meaning of Demon Venerable, and said timidly: "The color is emerald green, very beautiful."
The Demon Venerable made a sound of "um", but there was no sign of joy on his face.
Elder Xue thought that this time the Demon Venerable should be able to let him go, but he heard the Demon Venerable's faint voice again, "You don't have to sweep the land of the Demon Palace for the time being, just stay here and taste the deity's craftsmanship. For your hard work all day, I will give you a reward."
Elder Xue: "..."
So I had to stay in the pantry and eat pastries for a day.
By the end of the meal, my mouth was numb.
The taste of the cakes made by Mozun is really indescribable. Either the taste is too heavy, or it is nothing? There is no taste at all.
He watched as the Demon Venerable slowly increased and decreased from two tablespoons of sugar. Every time he made a finished product, he had to taste it, and he had to tell his feelings carefully.
As if joking? He was playing.
However, Elder Xue did not dare to say much.
Until Mozun finally brought out a plate of apricot flower cakes with all the colors and flavors, Elder Xue's stomach was already round, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and he couldn't help looking at that plate of cakes in horror.
Demon Venerable seemed to be in a good mood, and even smiled at him, but did not hand over the plate of cakes, and said very kindly.
"Now that you're full, let's go back to work."
Elder Xue breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the rest of his life.
It's already evening.
The garden in the back hall of the Demon Palace is very large, and Elder Xue stood alone in the lonely autumn wind, sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground alone.
It wasn't until the end of the moon that I swept half of it.
He swept to a remote place, and suddenly his eyes narrowed.
Through the shadows of the trees, you can see a green lotus pond deep in the garden.
And there is a stone pavilion in the lotus pond.
There are two people in the stone pavilion.
It is the Lord and the Lord's wife.
The Honored Lord's wife was still dressed in white, with her white hair like snow flowing down her body, her silver eyelashes hanging down, and being held by the Demon Lord in her arms, like a cat with beautiful snow-white fur.
The Demon Venerable had the plate of apricot cake in his hand, and was talking to him sideways. From time to time, he would pick up a piece of apricot cake and feed it into the mouth of the lord's wife.
The Lord's wife was eating very slowly, and the Demon Venerable imprisoned his arms, preventing him from raising his hand to pick up the apricot cake, so the Lord's wife could only eat slowly with the Demon Lord's hand, silver eyelashes. It vibrated gently like a fan. The trembling heart melts.
After eating a good piece of apricot flower cake for half a day, the Lord's wife just bit the last bit into her mouth, and the Demon Venerable went up to grab it again.
Venerable Lord's wife's lips were blocked by Demon Venerable, and her cheeks floated a little blushing.
Demon Venerable was very wicked, not to mention the apricot flower cake of the lord's wife, but also to plunder the nectar and jade liquid in his mouth. The crystal clear liquid slid down the corners of Madam's lips, and hung at the end of her eyes, and was licked inch by inch by Demon Venerable. In a short while, a large amount of wet water was licked out from the snow-white cheeks of the Lord's wife. He turned his face to avoid it, but the Demon Venerable grabbed his slender and white neck.
The Lord's wife seemed to want to get up, but was firmly held down by the Demon Lord's arm. The Demon Venerable rested his head on the neck of the Lord's wife, and quickly bit out a crimson tooth mark on it. The Lord's wife trembled and struggled. But struggled.
Although it is a bit offensive to describe it like that.
But Elder Xue still felt that in front of the Lord's wife, the Demon Venerable was really like a mad dog.
I've been hungry for a long time, and I can't get enough to eat.
Demon Venerable seems to be really hungry.
It seemed that just gnawing on the neck was not enough to satisfy him, so he picked up the lady of the Lord and placed it on the stone table.
The Lord's wife's limbs are very soft, lying on the stone table is like a handful of melting spring snow, and her white hair is pouring along the edge of the table.
Elder Xue suddenly realized that the next thing is probably not something he can continue to read.
However, his eyes were still unable to move away from the whiteness in the night.
For the magic cultivators who have been fighting in the dark all the year round, this kind of white cleanliness is enough to drive people crazy.
Suddenly, a leaf flew past his neck.
The warm blood and severe pain finally brought him back to his senses.
When his hand touched the wound that was about to cut open his entire neck, Elder Xue swallowed hard.
Standing in the wind that seemed to have no killing intent, he hurriedly dropped his broom and ran wildly.
Startled a bird in the woods.
Elder Xue finally realized that this errand was not so easy to do.
However, the apricot cake thing is just the beginning.
Even though he had deliberately stayed away from the dining room on weekdays, the Demon Venerable's methods were beyond his imagination. This entire Demon Palace was like a beast that devoured people and could confuse people's minds. Often he sweeps and sweeps, and unknowingly walks to the pantry.
Honorable Master for a long time to wash his wife's hands and make soup. Not just pastries, but many dishes.
What else can Elder Xue do
He can only contribute to the Hundred Years of Harmony between the Lord and the Lord's wife, swallowing all kinds of ups and downs, so as to add icing on the cake to the cause of the Lord and His wife's love.
Every time he wanted to cry without tears, Elder Xue couldn't help but want to go back to the beginning again and drown himself with saliva when he came up with a bad idea.
He was such an idiot back then.
real.
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Library.
The dust was dense in the air, and the mottled sunlight filtered through the window paper and fell on Ye Yunlan's white cheeks.
He is reading a book.
The chain on the wrist squeaked softly with the movement of turning the book, and the chain fell to the ground, submerging into the shadow of the corner.
The chains on his limbs have never been taken off since the Demon Lord put them on for him.
Others could not see the existence of the chains, but the heavy feeling was not an illusion.
Normally, these chains would not imprison him from moving around in the magic palace.
Only when he wants to get out of the magic palace, these chains will hold him and teach him not to step out.
He doesn't know where the chain ends.
It should be held in the hands of the Demon Venerable.
He once told Mozun that he felt that Mozun was superfluous.
And the chains were heavy, which he didn't like.
It's just that Demon Venerable still stubbornly believes that if the chains are unlocked, he will escape.
He said no.
Demon Venerable insisted that he would.
Facts have proved that reasoning with lunatics is unreasonable.
And after speaking, it will be tossed even more.
After a few times, Ye Yunlan was too lazy to talk.
He didn't have much strength, and he didn't want to spend every day on bedding.
There are many things he still needs to think about.
Even if it is laborious, think about it.
For example, an empathy spell.
He has had this spell in his body for more than two hundred years.
For more than two hundred years, love has been incomplete, and he has pieced together and understood love with his own obsession. He can distinguish the difference between Chen Weiyuan and Demon Venerable in his own heart, but he can't distinguish his feelings towards Demon Venerable in the past life and Demon Venerable in this life.
If you unlock the empathy spell, can you ask yourself your true heart
He's been thinking about this.
However, the only way to unlock the empathy spell, according to the records found in the floating temple in the previous life, is to obtain the blood of the person he loves.
But the Empathy Curse had made him forget all his memories of that person.
He didn't know who that person was.
And Chen Weiyuan said, that person is called Linger.
Linger.
He murmured the name in his heart for a moment, vaguely feeling a hint of familiarity.
But still can't remember at all.
If he guessed correctly, when Chen Weiyuan gave him an empathy spell in his previous life, it should be not far from his expulsion from Tianzong. The person Chen Weiyuan said was probably a disciple of Tianzong.
What does he need? Look for it from the Tianzong disciples that he has not seen in the memory of his previous life.
In the past and present life, the name contains the word Linger, and there is only one person he has never met in his previous life.
Yin Ling.
That Senior Sister Yin who had enthusiastically pursued him in the sect at that time.
Ye Yunlan stroked the scroll in his hand, thinking of the woman who was always dressed in red and had dignified eyes.
He had no feelings for Yin Ling.
A long time ago, he had completely rejected the other party.
But maybe it's also the reason why the Empathy Mantra removes erotic desire.
He can't be sure.
And to lift the empathy spell, you need to drink the blood of the other party's heart.
The heart is where the life core of a monk is, if the life core is cut open. If you don't die, you will be seriously injured, and no monk is willing to open his heart. Ye Yunlan will never force others to do so.
What's more, he still hasn't determined whether Yin Ling is that person.
So this method doesn't work.
Ye Yunlan lowered her long eyelashes in silence, looking at the scroll in her hand.
Lines of words on the scroll fell into his eyes.
The sun shines mottled on his face, and the snow-white cheeks are like a low-blooming orchid, which makes people feel that the years are calm, peaceful and peaceful.
When Mozun walked into the library, what he saw was his appearance.
The resentment that was surging in his chest because he hadn't seen Ye Yunlan for several hours calmed down a little, and the cries and laughter that lingered in his ears seemed to have weakened a lot.
For more than 30 years, the voices surrounding him have never stopped. The world is like a prison. Only by Ye Yunlan's side can he find a little space to rest, so he walks over involuntarily and holds the person in his arms.
"What is Master looking at?"
Ye Yunlan's fingers flicking through the book paused slightly, his fingertips resting on the scroll.
There are several lines of words printed on the scroll - Silence? In silence, how can desires arise, and desires do not arise, since it is true tranquility. Really always respond to things, really always get nature, always should be always quiet, always pure... [Note]
"Qingjing Sutra? How does the master see this?" Demon Zun chuckled, "Does the master think that we are too indulgent these days, and our desires are too much? But the master is clearly enjoying it. Besides, we are not It is indulgence, but practice. Since it is a matter of practice, how can it be considered indulgence, the more the better.”
This is a fallacy.
There have been many times between them these days, but not every time is a practice. Gein Demon Venerable can't concentrate on running the exercises every time, and his body may not be able to withstand too many spiritual irrigation. More often, just forced to indulge in pleasure.
Ye Yunlan wanted to break free from him, but a shadow wrapped around his feet, submerging into his ankle and calf.
His body has been made to be extremely sensitive to the breath of Demon Venerable these days, not to mention his body has a cauldron physique, which is sensitive and softer than ordinary people, and can feel more joy and is easier to indulge in. desire i desire.
Just because he has always been greedy and lustful, he is usually mediocre.
Only the Demon Venerable ignored him and opened his box over and over again.
The Demon Venerable walked from behind him in front of him, leaned over and kissed his lips.
His legs trembled slightly.
The Demon Venerable laughed and said to him in a low voice, how is the Master getting wet
He doesn't answer.
Demon Venerable laughed even more happily, those shadows were rampant.
After a long while, Ye Yunlan raised his hand and grabbed the placket of Demon Venerable's shirt, and said to him, that's enough.
The Demon Venerable wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and the two fell into the shadows together.
The fragrance of ink permeates the library.
Ye Yunlan's long hair fell on the bookshelf with a few strands hanging down. The bookshelf swayed slightly, and suddenly a few yellowed books fell, making a sound.
But no one picked it up.
After a while, a faint sweet and fishy aroma began to linger around.
Demon Venerable said: "Master is so fragrant."
Ye Yunlan closed his eyes.
He felt the warm spiritual power rushing through his body. very gentle.
In fact, these days, the Demon Venerable seems to be more restrained and gentle than the previous one every time he runs the exercises.
Demon Venerable seems to be regaining his sanity bit by bit.
After the exercise was completed, the Demon Venerable hugged him and sat on the rattan chair by the window, bowing his head and gently kissing the tears from his eyelashes.
He combed his knotted hair again.
"Since many years ago, the world in my eyes has been blood red. The moonlight is blood red, swords are blood red, and people are blood red." Demon Venerable looked contented and looked at him obsessively, "I have completely Forgot what the original world looked like, but I? I still remember the appearance of Master."
He lowered his head to kiss Ye Yunlan's hair in his hand.
"Fortunately, Master hasn't changed at all."