The weather was fine and the breeze was pleasant. Acacia carried a basket and squatted under the Sansheng tree to pick up fallen flowers.
According to his current Nascent Soul's strength, there is actually no need to be so troublesome, but since it is the three-life spirit wine that Hongjun mentioned last night, it is another matter. Even if it is just ordinary spirit wine, the meaning of brewing it by oneself is different.
The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth. Wine is a good thing. He still remembered Hongjun's connivance and forbearing enthusiasm last night. Fang Xianglai restrained himself in matters of love, he would rather press the fire than make himself uncomfortable, so that if he lost control, he would not be able to end the scene. Until now, he is not very comfortable.
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly paused the movement of pinching the petals, stood up slowly, and looked sideways out of the courtyard.
Excluding the days when he and Hongjun formally became Taoist couples, there are usually no more than five fingers in the number of guests from all the Taoist peaks, but these two people are definitely not among them.
The man in red was the first to step into the yard, looking around and saying nonchalantly, "Oh, the kids are so cute."
The man behind him was taller and taller. He only smiled slightly when he heard the words: "Don't mess around." Visiting old friends."
"I'll go," the person called Qi'an glared at him, muttered something, but did not refute, in exchange for a gentle smile from Yan, revealing the tender affection between them.
Both of them are as good-looking as Hongjun, but each has its own advantages and disadvantages. Qi'an is more gorgeous, and the boldness of his gestures can't conceal that style; while Yan is more handsome. Fear, maybe it's like repelling each other, he knows that the other party is not as generous as the surface, on the contrary, he may not be able to win in terms of ruthlessness.
"Xiangsi," a person stepped out of the room, reaching out his hand to the vigilant young man, "Come here."
"Brother Chu." Xiangsi ran forward with the basket, held that hand affectionately, raised her head and asked, "Is that your old friend?"
He didn't hide his displeasure at being set foot on his own territory, pouted his mouth, and when he met the two of them, he had an expression of not being close to strangers.
Yan took the lead in laughing and said: "I haven't seen you for many years, Hongjun, I didn't believe that you would be emotional, but now it seems that I am narrow-minded. The things in this world, even if it is you in the past, can't be judged in one word."
"En." Hongjun glanced sideways at Xiangsi, stroked his hair lightly, and said, "Let's go inside."
"I haven't finished picking flowers yet." Unexpectedly but reasonable, the young man shook his head and refused, and smiled brightly at him, without even giving alms to Yan next to him, he walked under the tree to continue his unfinished business.
Qi'an raised his eyebrows, glanced at Yan with a smile that was not a smile, stretched his muscles leisurely, and said: "The kid is so good, it seems that I have to avoid it, okay, okay, you two old monsters have a good chat , We are young and don’t bother.”
As he spoke, he swaggered towards Acacia, rolled up his fluttering sleeves in a smart way, revealing two jade arms that bullied Shuang Saixue, unconsciously becoming a new beauty in the eyes of others.
This person is always not good at learning, Yan pulled his gaze back, his eyes were full of meaning, but he followed Hongjun in, smiling indulgently: "He has a rough temper, I don't want to think about how many young people there are in the fairy world."
Hongjun nodded, and didn't care about it. After sitting down at the table, he calmly said, "The Second Highness is a soul from another world. He has been here for hundreds of years. Compared to you and me, we are indeed children."
He calmly looked at the man in black, and continued: "You are born murderous, I think you two have passed the catastrophe, now you have him by your side, you should cherish yourself."
Consciousness is cultivated by the way of heaven, and the ten gods bred by chaos are all the beginning of the world, even if they are ruthless, there are also indescribable fetters. Since the fall of the Nine Gods, only Yu Shashen Yan, the first two parties born in this world, have really communicated. Perhaps it is like the high place that ordinary people say is too cold. understandable.
Yan chuckled: "Naturally, this time we are lucky to be a god. If we only live in the mortal world, it is not enough for me to love him and spoil him." Seeing Hongjun's cold face that had never changed, he joked, "Why do you want to be a god?" Abandoning the way of heaven alone can be regarded as fulfilling your wish to enter the world and be a human being, how does this love in the world taste like?"
Hongjun was silent for a moment, and said: "I don't regret it." He won't confess how intense his love for lovesickness is, and how good lovesickness is, because in thousands of years, he only clings to this one time, that is, he doesn't care about the boy's every breath. A strong possessive desire was born.
Yan, who is also in the highest position and folded in Qi'an's hands, can see it at a glance. Compared with the god who has weak lust, Hongjun, who upholds the will of heaven, is the real one who is desperate. If he loves someone, that person will have better luck. How can the darling of heaven not cause chaos in the world? The more unknown, the more yearning, finally being alone is the only obsession that has exhausted thousands of years.
"... If you don't return, what will happen to this world?"
"I still have the power of the way of heaven, and when the law re-breeds a new will of the way of heaven, that is when the dust settles," Hongjun said, "it won't be long."
"Alright, I'll wait for you to ascend to the fairy world, and we'll meet again at that time," Yan smiled slightly, "But I'm afraid it will be difficult to cultivate the gods in the future."
"Lovesickness is not there, gods are useless." Cultivating immortals and becoming gods is all about lovesickness. What he seeks is not the Tao, but only one person who cares for each other.
——
Qi'an is not a romanticist who understands romance, and after so many years of dating, he has become a bit emotional, but it is still quite difficult for him, a rough guy, to appreciate the beautiful young man picking up flowers.
"... kid, what are you doing picking up these flowers?" He circled around a few times, clearing his throat and asking.
Theoretically, he understands that in the realm of comprehension one cannot look at appearances, and that this young man must be at least a hundred years old if he is a Nascent Soul, but for some reason, even though he is half-human when he comes here, he still unconsciously treats him as if he was a teenager.
But considering the unfriendly attitude just now, he also knew that this young man was not easy to provoke, so he silently shed tears. I really don't bump into the south wall and don't look back, my courage is commendable.
Xiangsi pressed half of the petals in the basket, glanced up at him, suddenly broke into a smile, and replied calmly: "Brother Chu and I are both aspirants, so taking this spirit flower naturally has a sense of elegance, and we must keep you for dinner today. Wouldn't it be wonderful to eat this?"
"Dry food?"
"It must be supplemented with water melted from pure snow on the top of Lingshan Mountain, and then..."
"Okay, I see." Qi'an hurriedly waved his hand, it was the first time he heard that among the cultivators, there were people who were so particular about literati, and he couldn't stand drinking morning dew and eating nectar.
Seeing his disgusted look, Xiangsi showed a satisfied expression, and was waiting for him to say no food, but the other party went on to say: "Well, it sounds long-winded, I haven't tried it, it seems that we must stay today. Go down and taste."
Hearing this, the young man's face suddenly turned cold, and Qi An asked him with a smile: "Why, are you unhappy? Didn't you spend enough money?" This kid had a lot of thoughts, but it was too immature to drive him away.
Just thinking about it for a moment, now that she has been found out, there is nothing to say, Xiangsi puts away the basket, turns around and walks to the kitchen, ignoring the people who followed her.
It is said to be a kitchen, but it is actually different from the human world. There is nothing else in it except the special stove. At first glance, it is clean. A beast that looked like a cheetah covered the stove with a bang: "Make this, a specialty of the fairy world, what those gods said about fairy beasts can't be eaten, it's all nonsense!"
The muscle lines of the animal body are beautiful, the fur is shining, and the rich spiritual energy is overflowing. Acacia touched it with both hands, did not speak, took out the sword and skillfully let bloodletting and dismemberment, as if he didn't hear the word "celestial world" in the words, and still had an attitude towards Qi'an cold.
Chu Yi never deliberately concealed anything from him, and he never asked. He knew what he could know, and he knew what he couldn't know. As long as he was sure that Chu Yi belonged to him, the other things were not that important to Acacia.
So, there is a fairy beast right now, which is of some help to Chu Yi, how can he not take advantage of this advantage? As for the uninvited people from the fairy world, just do whatever they want, as long as they don't see or hear.
"Hey, chop it up...give me this thigh, and I'll make you a cumin-roasted fairy leg." The uninvited fairy couldn't sit still. The horns fiddled.
Xiangsi took a look, the place quickly piled up supports and ignited a big fire, the fairy man skillfully flipped a long silver stick, sprinkled powder on the meat with one hand, and looked at the posture, I don't know how many times this has been done up.
Noticing the gaze from the side, Qi An smiled first. Although she was beautiful, this smile was not at all charming, but fresh and hearty, making the red moles at the corners of her eyes extraordinarily brilliant.
"Isn't it very fragrant? Haha, I scavenged this cumin from the human world and hid several bags. I will give you a bag later. I know you want to make it for your master."
To be honest, he was not interested in Yan's old friend, but he had an inexplicable liking for his old man's Taoist companion. After all, I haven't found a so-called friend who can talk about this kind of topic so far. Although same-sex Taoist couples are very common in the cultivation world, there are not many around him. Either they are subordinates who are not suitable for communication, or they don't talk too much. , He is not a personality who likes to talk about personal affairs. At most, he looks for a friend to seek a certain sense of security. If he doesn't have one, he doesn't force it.
—Now, bumping into the cold lovesick kid Duan Acacia, Qi An slapped his chest, thinking that he has never been so appetizing.
Faced with his enthusiasm, Xiangsi weighed it and said flatly: "Thank you."
The corner of Qian'an's mouth curled up, and he nodded in response, secretly admiring his wit in his heart, he really pinched the child's culprit—Master! "I have a chance to teach you how to cook in the future, and your master looks silent, so I have to change his taste. You know the freshness, right? When you're in love, you have to..."
One of them was eloquent and the other turned a deaf ear and concentrated on cooking. The atmosphere in the kitchen was unprecedentedly harmonious. At the end, the dishes served on the table were also richer than ever. The roasted animal leg from Qi'an was particularly fragrant, and Yan at the table recognized it at a glance. Whose handwriting is it, the smile on the face is softer.
"That fairy beast is being targeted by you, and it really can't escape the life of the food on the plate."
"Who am I, how can there be any reason for not letting me eat obediently?" Qian'an raised his eyebrows, exuding a sassy and heroic spirit. After passing through, he only had such a little interest in carrying forward the glorious tradition of the motherland. The fairyland is full of hypocrisy who don't eat grains, so why not allow him to satisfy himself occasionally by making teeth-beating sacrifices.
"Brother Chu, you eat this," Xiangsi looked at the people around her expectantly, "and this, um, which one is delicious?"
Hongjun held up his chopsticks to taste it, and said: "This flavor has a unique aroma, it is really good, but it is not as good as Xiangsi made by himself."
The boy's eyes lit up, and the dimples on his cheeks were deep and sweet. Hongjun watched him with tenderness in his eyes.
"I'm going, I'm blind..." Qi'an turned his head and turned to Yan consciously after watching it for a while, muttering in a low voice, "I can't stand the hot love period, let's go home early, I still have a leg..."
When his wife expressed this, Yan naturally obeyed happily, and turned his eyes on the two sleeves that were rolled up to his shoulders, not to mention that he hadn't forgotten to go back and teach the rules.
The two disappeared without a sound, just like when they came——Xiangsi's eyes flashed from the corner of her eyes, her smile became more real, she gently pushed the table, stepped on Hongjun's thigh, stretched out her hand to hook his neck, He leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately, and said softly: "Really, Xiangsi is so happy..."
"When did I ever deceive you as a teacher?" Hong Jun put one hand on his waist, did not ask him the reason for suddenly driving away, but only stroked his hair with the other hand.
"I like you so much...Brother Chu," Xiangsi looked at him at close range, and murmured, "I am so pleased with you, even if I die instantly, why? No matter whether Brother Chu has a second lovesickness, or lives alone since then, I am not reconciled."
"Back then, when Kunwu was in charge of Wokuduo, Daoxu, who was so afraid of silence, came out of Futian, and was willing to invite him to accompany him. I don't know what kind of friendship they are, but I envy their endless years..." The young man said, eyes Tears flowed from my eyes, "I know you are extraordinary. Even though it is not easy to become a god, it must be impossible. You have seen the prosperity of all living beings in these three thousand worlds. Even if I caught your eyes by chance, I am incompetent. All I have is just one person and one heart. That's all, how can I keep you?"
"Lovesickness," the young man's advancement is like a broken bamboo, but in recent years he has been trapped in the Nascent Soul and can't solve it. It seems that the gradual emergence of inner demons is the source of this. Hongjun sighed, and stretched out his hand to wipe away the line of tears. Fortunately, today's old friend's visit finally provoked him to confide in his heart, "I don't respond to everything you say, and it's the same now. Just tell me, what do you think of me?"
"...I don't want you to empathize, I don't want you to be lonely, if my life is counted, Brother Chu," the young man closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he raised a familiar smile and raised his head to touch his lips. , "You die with me."
He is not a good person in lovesickness, but only in love, pure and extreme, all the sweetness of this life is dedicated to one person, and similarly, he longs for the other person to be together without reservation, to live together, and to die together.
Hongjun smiled lightly.
"Okay." He bowed his head slightly and whispered in the boy's ear, "..."
—Acacia, I have nothing to ask for, only you are the only one left in the world.
The wind blows through the window lattice, and the pulse is full of affection. The original way is long-term lovesickness. I never wanted to keep thinking about lovesickness.
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