There has been a lot of rain this year. In previous years, the rain in the mountains has never been so frequent. This year is a little weird. After half a month, it has only been sunny for two days.

Shen Qingxuan had already learned how to pass the time. He was not impatient when he was trapped in the house. He was very patient and leaned against the window to listen to the rain day after day.

The sound of rain falling on the leaves, the sound of falling on the eaves, the sound of dripping in the earthen jar in the courtyard... It is interesting to catch them one by one with ear power to identify the slight differences.

There are also fresh flowers in the courtyard, trembling with rain in his field of vision, no longer dignified, but with a different style. When the interest of watching it came, Shen Qingxuan unfolded the drawing paper and rendered the scene in the rain on it to entertain himself.

In the evening, after eating, soaked in warm water with a faint medicinal fragrance, until the eyelids could not lift up, did the bell ring the little servant and wait for him to go to bed.

It was pouring rain again that night.

Shen Qingxuan only said that Yimo would not come again, and went to bed early. But he never fell asleep. He just leaned on the head of the bed, and placed a chessboard on a small square table in front of him. He took this ancient chess game and placed it according to the book.

The black and white chess pieces were scattered and scattered at first, and then they were closely connected under his hands.

When he was fiddling with concentration, 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 Qing Sha with a surprised expression.

There is no one in the room. But Shen Qingxuan knew that he was coming, so he quickly opened the tent and waved to the empty place.

Feeling a touch of cold approaching, Shen Qingxuan hurriedly put away the chess pieces on the table, took out the pen and paper from the wooden cabinet beside the bed, and wrote: The wind is heavy and the rain is urgent, come up and sit down.

After a while, the big bed shook slightly, and there were traces on the thin quilt pressed under the chess table.

The sound of rain falling outside the window crackled, and Shen Qingxuan only said that he would not come. He was wearing only a snow-white shirt with a slanted collar, and the hairpin on the top of his head had also been taken off. , described as lazy.

It was not until Yimo sat down on the opposite side of the chess board that he realized that he was disrespectful, and hurriedly wrote: I thought you would not come. After I finished writing, I looked at the empty space opposite, but there was no movement on the other side.

Shen Qingxuan was quite surprised, since the few months of acquaintance, Yimo was very indifferent, but he was never rude and answered any questions.

What's going on today?

Just as he was contemplating, the paper on the table was being squeezed, and the pen in his hand was taken away from the outside force and moved to the opposite side.

Then the writing on the paper gradually appeared, but it was farewell.

Yimo wants to leave the mountains and go elsewhere.

Shen Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat when he heard that he was lost, and he felt panic and unstoppable. He grabbed the pen that was hanging in the air on the opposite side, grabbed the paper, and hurriedly asked him where he was going and when he was coming back. . Demeanor lost.

Later, the paper and ink in his hand were called for someone to take away, and the words were still Zhou Zheng. But it was something that the thousand-year-old snake demon had been looking for for two hundred years, and only recently got his eyes on it, so he naturally wanted to go down the mountain to get it.

Shen Qingxuan was relieved.

After a while of silence, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked him what it was. It was so precious that even Yimo 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 something that he had been searching for for many years and finally got his face. Yimo was in a very happy mood. He rolled out the paper again and told him about it - it was Yimo who had successfully survived the calamity more than two hundred years ago and shed his skin in the mountains. , never thought that the snake sloughed but disappeared for no reason.

Although he couldn't despise the thin snake slough, he was a thousand-year-old demon after all, and the skin he sloughed was extraordinary, but anyone who took it away would cause trouble. So many years have been looking for.

Until today, that thing has had its eyes on it.

When Shen Qingxuan heard the words, he asked more detailed questions, and Yimo didn't hide anything, he answered them one by one. It was inevitable that he would bring some past events into the conversation, revealing the bottom line. It's just that Yimo didn't care about letting people know, but Shen Qingxuan carefully wrote it down because of his heart.

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, can only know the reason why Yimo became a demon, but it is intriguing. Even Yimo's hometown is far away. remote.

Shen Qingxuan asked him: Why did you leave your hometown?

Yimo 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 used to be just an ignorant little snake. He would sleep when he was full, wake up in spring, and sleep in winter. Living in a cave in the mountains, ignorant of the world.

At that time, the world was in turmoil, and the five states and ten countries were in flames that stretched across the land. In troubled times, a hundred schools of thought contend, scholars, saints, heroes and warriors emerge one after another. There are also cultivators, alchemists, Maitreya disciples, and various schools of thought gathered in this chaotic world, and it is wonderful.

He is a little snake, he doesn't understand the troubled world, and he lives in a corner. Unexpectedly, the war will eventually come to a day.

The flames of the wolf flames burned to this little green mountain.

Down the mountain, drums blared loudly, shouting to kill the sky, swords, lights, swords, and rivers of blood. The sons were also wrapped in horse leather.

However, there were more Erlang's bodies left on the land, all with severed limbs and stumps, and the corpses were separated.

Too much blood and unfulfilled grievances finally created the monster, and the small green mountain was gloomy and windy all day long.

At that time he was still an ignorant little snake.

Monsters are born, and there are saints and immortals in the world.

One day, two Taoists descended from the foot of the mountain, one of them was a Taoist boy, who came with the master.

At that time, when the stings were awakened, the little snake Yimo also stuck its head out of the cave and roamed among the grass and trees for food. However, just waking up from hibernation, his body was stiff and heavy, and he just bumped his head against the Taoist's shoe.

The Daotong screamed and raised his foot to kick, but asked Master to stop him.

The little snake Yimo saw that the two did not intend to embarrass him, and he did not bother to embarrass them. Even if he was hungry, he knew that he could not eat these two. Turn around to leave.

But he was called by an older Taoist.

The Taoist said, "That snake."

Knowing that he was a snake, Yimo stopped, turned his head, and looked at him coldly with black bean-like eyes, as if waiting for him to continue speaking.

"You snake is very interesting and quite spiritual."

Yimo was not yet called Yimo at that time, a nameless worm with no legs. There are a lot of birds and beasts in the mountains, and some of them have become elites. He never thought about cultivating into a spirit or a demon, he just felt that the status quo was fine.

The stable status quo of being a snake was broken by this man.

The Taoist took out a jug of wine from his waist, and said with a smile: "I see that you just woke up, you must be hungry and cold, how about I invite you to drink?" Then he opened the jug.

The wine didn't know what it was made of, and the fragrance was fragrant. Although Yimo knew that he had bad intentions, he was really hungry, and after a moment of hesitation, he drank the wine from the gourd.

When he finished drinking and raised his head again, he found that the world in front of him was different.

I saw that in the woods that originally seemed to be green, there was a black aura that was very thick. There were also some red and green breaths in it, and the world that I was used to for a while changed its appearance.

The Taoist was still smiling, and he squatted down to explain to him what was demonic, what was demonic, and what was resentment. He explained the difference between demons and demons to him, and finally put away the empty wine gourd and said: "Drinking my wine, you have become a demon. It is no longer the one who gets caught, peeled, skinned, deboned and stewed. The soup has grown worms."

Yimo was stunned on the spot, speechless for a long time.

The Taoist gave him a name again, and then he got up contentedly, didn't even do business, and left briskly, no matter how much he affected a snake's life.

Later, the snake demon Yimo, 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 has become a demon. The difficulty is that he has only discovered that there are so many monsters in this mountain since he became a demon. Originally, he was an ordinary little snake, and those monsters ignored him, but now he is enlightened by the fairy family, and in the eyes of the monsters, he is extraordinary, and he often haunts him.

Yimo naturally likes quietness, and feels bored.

In addition, those birds and beasts in the mountains who were familiar with Yimo and cultivated hard, gradually fell into the devil's way, which was polluted by love, hatred, greed, anger, delusion, lost their normality, and was even more unhappy in their hearts.

In the end, the oriole spirit that often stopped at his back and made a noise, also disappeared after a night.

The arrogant clamor and laughter of the monsters finally forced Yimo to take action, to destroy the demon head formed by the grievances of the dead soldiers at the foot of the mountain, and to clean up the little demons who kept making noises in his ears day and night, and left his homeland from now on.

After experiencing more and more things gradually, Yimo Fang knew that the Taoist priest who swayed him was because he knew that the demonic energy in this mountain was too heavy and it was difficult to subdue him, so he ordered this little snake with few desires, and gave him the skill for nothing. , is to borrow its hand to kill the demon head.

Demons and demons are evenly matched.

If it is a human being, a mortal fetus, even if the skill is equal, it will still suffer from a dull loss.

Yimo knew that he had made people figure it out, but he didn't show his anger or anger, he just calmly found another Lingshan and cultivated for another hundred years, and he went down the mountain in human form. After searching for the reincarnation of the Taoist, the Taoist who had done the mischief in the previous life and the one who was teased in the previous life were almost hanged and committed suicide, and he went back to the mountain to continue to practice.

Later, the Taoist went through three generations and was ranked in the immortal class. This is all a thing of the past.

Shen Qingxuan listened to his past attentively, and at the end, he couldn't help lowering his head and laughing sullenly, thinking that this one snake has a beginning and an end.

With this in mind, raised pen and asked, "When you're gone, when will you come back?"

Yimo replied: The quicker is two months, the slower is half a year.

When Shen Qingxuan saw that it would take half a year, he was reluctant to let go and no longer hides it, but he didn't know how to be intimate with others.

The snake said: There are many spirits and monsters in this mountain. If you feel lonely, you can come to burn incense.

He said politely, although there was no lack of concern, he was still indifferent. Shen Qingxuan was displeased, just wanting me to know you, a snake demon, is enough, why do I need to invite some ghosts and ghosts to accompany me.

Then he turned his face to the side, and his long hair also helped to protect it, blocking the expression on his face.

Yimo, who was sitting opposite him, was silent for a while, then picked up the paper and ink again and wrote: Farewell.

Although Shen Qingxuan didn't move, his eyes swept across the movement. Seeing the words written on the white paper, he couldn't help but his heart jumped. At this moment, the bedside lamp exploded, and his bed was placed on the silk quilt. His hands clenched tightly, and his fingertips turned white.

The bed curtain was finally lifted again, although it was invisible, Shen Qingxuan suddenly felt uncomfortable knowing that he was going to leave from it.

Dependence is human nature, and Shen Qingxuan is no exception. Although he hated his reliance on this monster, he didn't have time to think about it at this time. The days he had been alone for nearly 20 years had changed in the past few months, and his black and white life had changed because of this unusual encounter A different kind of brilliance, the trust in this alien seems to be formed involuntarily, along with the dependence.

But told him to let go of his hand at this time and leave for half a year.

The originally envisaged friendship between gentlemen seems to be going nowhere.

Shen Qingxuan turned his face abruptly, picked up the pen and ink, and wrote on the long-awaited white paper: You are kind to me, and you are kind to me. After a few months, I worry about myself. Since you are here to say goodbye to me, why not let me take a look at you. Even in the middle of the night, when I think of the chat under the candle, I am not alone.

Putting down the pen, Shen Qingxuan stared at the opposite place and was silent for a while.

He knew in his heart that their gentleman's relationship was as light as water, and because of this requirement, Xu had undergone earth-shaking changes.

That Yimo never showed up, obviously not pretending to be, the only explanation, this has been a habit for hundreds of years. Change his habit, and change the relationship between them, when will they be familiar with this.

Jerome refuses...

Shen Qingxuan was suddenly covered in cold sweat, and the hair from the tail vertebra to the scalp rose up - Ruo Yimo refused...

He didn't dare to think about it any longer.

Even if the intersection is as light as water, it is better than the separation and fission. He is no longer a reckless teenager, how to meet him, he makes mistakes every time.

Shen Qingxuan was annoyed, suspicious, flustered, thinking of ways to make up for it, but the bed curtain, which had been lifted at a corner, began to shake slightly, apparently asking people to pick it up and put it down.

Then the quilt that was empty before was put on, revealing a black corner of the clothes, Shen Qingxuan held his breath, his mind was in chaos.

What he was thinking about 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 just blushing, and he even started to feel dizzy.

Yimo released the stealth technique very quickly, but it fell into Shen Qingxuan's eyes very slowly. Finally, when the straight and indifferent face like his handwriting appeared in the field of vision, Shen Qingxuan blinked, and his whole body was stiff.

Seeing that a small cluster of blue flames appeared on Yimo's fingertips and bounced towards his chest, Shen Qingxuan suddenly took a breath as if hit by a gravel.

After realizing that he had forgotten to breathe and almost choked to death, Shen Qingxuan blushed for a while.

With a blushing face, he looked at the cold face like a knife and axe for a while, Shen Qingxuan picked up a pen and wrote: The elegance is introverted and unparalleled in the world.

But saw Yimo raised his eyebrows slightly, and wrote a line next to the eight characters: Qing Gu Yeyan, Xiu Run Tiancheng.

Seeing the words, Shen Qingxuan subconsciously touched his cheek with suspicion, and when he looked up, he saw the light in the other party's dark eyes flickering, and he immediately realized that he was being teased. He really praised him, but Yimo was full of ridicule. But he was deceived.

Shen Qingxuan's face was blushing for a while, and he opened his mouth to curse, "You wicked snake."

Although it is silent, the mouth shape is clear.

Yimo was neither happy nor angry, and only left two words on the paper: each other.

Then the bed curtain was lifted and disappeared.