Marriage is a major event, adding people to the house, adding family trees, always have to be serious and lively. If it is a concubine, it is another matter. A small sedan chair was used to carry it in from the side door, and there was no need to worship the parents of heaven and earth. The bride in pink clothes was sent into the room, and the room was completed that night, even if she had an official status.

Shen Qingxuan was drinking with his family in the hall when he took his concubine. Because it was his birthday, he had to accompany his relatives to drink a few more cups. He ate a bowl of longevity noodles made by his mother's own kitchen, and drank the soup. Niang stood behind Shen's mother, adding wine from time to time to the crowd, and after two hours of eating a meal, she went to the garden to listen to the play.

Shen Qingxuan was in good spirits. After listening to the play, he went for a swim in the garden and asked the little servant to pick some melons and fruits from the tree, hugged him in his arms, and enjoyed the moon while eating sober.

Half of a fruit was eaten before Shen Qingxuan remembered that he was taking a concubine by himself.

Seeing how busy the day was, forgot all about it.

Mother Shen also ate two more cups, and went back to her room early to rest intoxicated. She didn't remember to remind her. Maybe she didn't think about the consummation, and she also needed to be reminded by her mother.

Only then did Shen Qingxuan lose the core and let the boy push him to his courtyard.

The wooden wheelbarrow was halfway along the wind and fire wall, and suddenly heard a shout from outside the wall. The clear and crisp voice was full of heroic spirit: "You old demon, return the things to me!"

Shen Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to signal to stop, and listened carefully to the movement outside the wall, only to hear the heroic male voice again, shouting in a righteous manner: "Why do you say it's yours? It was passed to me by my master. It's the first time in my life that I see such an unreasonable guy!"

Shen Qingxuan was wondering if the old demon in this mouth might be Yimo, when a crisp sound of soldiers colliding violently cut through the air and spread to the eardrums. Shen Qingxuan's heart was tense, and he didn't care that he had to rush back to the consummate room.

Shenjiayuanzi covers an area of ​​more than ten kilometers, and outside the wall is the street market.

Shen Qingxuan looked at it by the light of the lantern and candle, and saw a young Taoist standing not far away, with a bronze mirror with the pattern of yin and yang fish hanging on his chest, holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword edge was pointing aggressively at the other person's chest.

That man was Imo.

But he didn't know why he appeared here, and he was still entangled with this Taoist priest who came out of nowhere.

Shen Qingxuan winked, and immediately a clever little servant stepped forward, gave a nod to haha, and said, "Two uncles, what are you doing? If you want to fight, go far away, don't stay at the Shen's house. If you fight in front of the door, if someone is killed, wouldn’t it cause trouble in the mansion? Besides, there is an official’s house not far away, so you are not afraid of being taken?”

Shen Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, thinking that he can speak well, but unfortunately these two are not afraid of things. The little servant's eyesight still needs to be honed.

When the Taoist saw Shen Qingxuan sitting on the chair, he froze for a moment and retracted his sword. He trotted all the way in a stunned manner, and asked in a carefree manner, "Are you the master of this mansion?"

Shen Qingxuan naturally didn't answer, the servant next to him replied for the master, "This is my eldest young master."

"Oh, you are the eldest young master of the Shen family?" The Taoist looked like a 10-year-old, and his youthful and vigorous face was a little silly. If you can sit up, the paralysis is not too bad."

Shen Qingxuan pouted, and the corner of his eyes swept to Yimo who was standing in the distance, meaning who do you think you are provoking?

Shen Qingxuan was dissatisfied, but he still smiled at the Taoist, and made a gesture at the servant, who hurriedly bowed down and said, "My young master means to invite you two to drink tea in the manor, if there is anything in between. If there is a misunderstanding, sit down and have a good talk, don't fight and kill on the street." At the end, the little servant added: "Today is the birthday of my young master, and it's a happy day, and I married another aunt, why don't you guys Put down your grievances and come in for a wedding wine."

"Hey, your birthday?" The young Taoist was stunned for a moment. He grabbed the avatar because he was a little shy because of his previous rashness, and he thought of something. He glared at Yimo, and then turned to Shen Qingxuan and said: "Alright, I heard that the Shen family has always been kind, and since today is the young master's happy day, we won't do such a bad thing, hello," he shouted at Yimo, "I heard that the Shen family has always been reasonable and reasonable. Germany, why don't you ask them to judge the grievances and grievances between me and me. It's fair. It's also less hands-on, okay?"

Yimo stood there, not knowing what to think, then walked over and nodded.

The Taoist said to Shen Qingxuan again: "Then we will have to work for Young Master Shen to do us justice."

Shen Qingxuan was amused, fair? Do justice for him and Emer? Libra is inherently inclined, there is no justice. But he still nodded and made a gesture to invite the two of them into the palace.

The servant pushed him to the front, with a broken mouth in the back, and asked the man in a low voice, why did you call him an old monster? Clearly an extraordinary character.

The Taoist said bitterly, "What kind of person is an old monster!" Although he said it decisively, but because of the emotion, no one would believe it.

Shen Qingxuan invited the two to his own courtyard, and placed some melon and fruit snacks in the hexagonal pavilion, served a pot of hot wine, and set up a table under the moonlight.

Shen Qingxuan sat on the main seat, Yimo and Daoist sat face to face, Daoist raised his eyes and glared at him from time to time, but Yimo's face was always calm and emotionless.

Shen Qingxuan ordered the servant to set things up and then retreated. He filled the glasses in front of the two of them with wine. He did it first as a respect. The two also picked up the wine and drank. After a tour, Shen Qingxuan made a gesture of invitation, calling the Taoist speaks.

"His surname is Xu, Xu Mingshi, a Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple in Qingyun Mountain." After a brief introduction, Xu Mingshi talked about his grievance with Yimo, but it was because Yimo went down the mountain a few days ago and took the treasure from his Taoist Temple, so he went down the mountain and followed it all the way. Come, I just found this place a month ago and found Yimo.

Xu Shiming pointed at Yimo, and spoke to Shen Qingxuan: "Don't look at his appearance at this time, but he is actually a monster, and he is the kind of monster who likes to steal!"

When Shen Qingxuan heard the words, he nodded solemnly, then he couldn't help lowering his head and laughed silently.

"Young Master Shen, don't you believe me?" Xu Shiming felt insulted when he saw him smiling, and his face flushed with anger.

Shen Qingxuan bit his lip, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Since he is a demon, it's fine if you don't accept him, why did you bring me here and ask me to do justice? I'm a just man?"

Xu Shiming looked at him stupidly for a while, and shouted "Ah": "You can talk? Don't you all say you are dumb?"

"It just recovered not long ago, they don't know about it." Shen Qingxuan replied lightly, raised his eyebrows, and said gently, "I want to surprise my family, and I hope that the Taoist priest will not spread it out."

Xu Mingshi was still stunned, but nodded quickly: "That's what it is."

"Well," Shen Qingxuan smiled with a curved brow and regained control of the topic: "What did you just say?"

"Hurting people, oh, harming people... No, although this demon is a demon, he doesn't have any demonic aura. It looks like he is about to become an immortal, so he won't harm people."

"Really?" Shen Qingxuan was still smiling, "You took him, took your treasure, and then let him go." After a short pause, he said, "Could it be that your ability is low and you can't take him?"

Xu Shiming grew up in a Taoist monastery, his mind was straight and simple, how could he hear the fame in Shen Qingxuan's words, he didn't feel that Shen Qingxuan was corrupting his words, and quickly said: "I really can't accept my ordinary skills. He, but I have the magic weapon left by the patriarch, as long as I use it, I will definitely be able to accept him, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that he will be melted... ashes will be wiped out. I am a cultivator, all living beings are equal, and he is not a harming monster, and I don't want to use it..." Having said this, Xu Mingshi glanced at him with pride and sat silently. Yimo, in the tone of a giver, said, "Hey, you old monster, return the things to me, or else I'll make you lose your soul forever!"

He only cared about his own pride, but he didn't notice that Shen Qingxuan's face was also frozen, and he sat there quietly, motionless.

Yimo finally spoke, and he said it succinctly and clearly: "That's mine, and it will be returned to the original owner."

"Nonsense, my master clearly said that it was a silk treasured garment given to him by others, and it was invulnerable to guns and spirits." Xu Mingshi defended, "My master is wearing that clothes and I don't know how many demons who are haunting the world, why do you say that? That's yours?!"

"That's mine," Yimo said the same thing.

Shen Qingxuan interrupted the entanglement between the two and asked, "What is that?"

"Baoyi!"

"Snake slough."

The two spoke at the same time, but they were completely different.

After Shen Qingxuan was stunned, he suddenly understood that the snake slough that Yimo went down the mountain to look for a few days ago is still a treasure in this Taoist view.

"You snake demon, nonsense!" Xu Mingshi was angry.

"No nonsense," Yimo said indifferently: "Three hundred years ago, I was too weak when I shed my skin, and I was stolen without checking the shedding of the snake. I don't know how it ended up in your view. It's ridiculous that your master is wearing a monster. The skin is doing the thing of slaying monsters. Otherwise, I will not take this thing back. If it is true and virtuous, so what if I give it to you?"

"Nonsense, what's wrong with my master slaying demons and exorcising demons!"

"Humans are human, demons have their own way, demons have their own way, and gods also have their own ways, and they complement each other." Yimo played with the silver cup in his hand, without raising his head, and said nonchalantly, "Your master is a self-professed slayer of demons. Extermination of demons is actually indiscriminate killing, regardless of good or bad. It is against humanity. It breaks the rules of the way of demons and the rules of humanity. Therefore, the yang lifespan is extremely short, and it is only before the age of 30. You are dead, but you respect him, do you want to follow his example?" The last sentence, although still understated, has hidden murderous intentions.

"How about following his example?" As if being provoked, Xu Mingshi stood up.

"Except for you." Yimo said quietly.

The sound of the sword being unsheathed suddenly sounded, disturbing the purity of the garden.

"Today, I will be without you, you monster!"

Shen Qingxuan kept silent, controlled the wheelchair and stepped back, watching the two fight in one place again.

Yimo was bare-handed, and Xu Mingshi's sword flower was dazzling, but he couldn't get close to him. The figures of the two were blurred.

However, no one came out, not even the little servants who were watching the excitement. Shen Qingxuan knew that Yimo Ding had cast a spell to isolate the world in this garden from the outside world, so he was relieved and sat down on the chair to watch. of relish.

After dozens of rounds, Xu Mingshi was at a disadvantage, lost his long sword, his hair was disheveled, and he was in a state of embarrassment. Yimo was still leisurely and quiet, as if he was just playing a monkey show.

Xu Shiming's righteousness in his heart was ultimately no match for the blood of the young man. When provoked, he reached out and took out something from his pocket. He put one hand in the palm of his hand and made a few hand moves with the other. He closed his eyes and chanted words, all spells.

Yimo stopped, looked at the thing in his hand and frowned slightly, Shen Qingxuan's expression finally changed.

Since he learned from Xu Mingshi that there is a magic weapon that can restrain Yimo, he has been thinking about how to destroy this thing. Not for anything else, just because Yimo is good to him, not to mention Yimo is a good demon, even if he is a demon, murderous and bloodthirsty, he will protect him. There are so many people in this world, but only these few are good to him. The fewer they are, the more they should be cherished. Even if you go against the sky and go against morality, you will not hesitate. Otherwise, you will live a lifetime, and you will not be able to protect even those you want to protect. What is the use of such a life? !

Between the lightning and flint, Shen Qingxuan's body sank, the whole person leaned over the wheelchair and leaned back, behind him was the lotus pond, the lotus leaves were floating, the water was sparkling, and he shouted: "Taoist, save me!"

Just fell into the pool.

His scream was extremely sharp, and the sound shook the sky. The brighter and brighter golden light in Xu Mingshi's hand suddenly stopped and went out instantly, and he rushed towards Shen Qingxuan without thinking.

Just as Xu Mingshi grabbed Shen Qingxuan's hand, at this moment, the face that had just surfaced in the pool smiled at him, and the smile was very cunning and innocent, and then Xu Mingshi only felt the back of his head blunt. When the pain came, the last thing he saw in his memory was Shen Qingxuan's smiling face and the stone in his hand.

Yimo cast the two out of the lotus pond, Shen Qingxuan coughed twice, and as soon as he turned over, he hurriedly pulled out the small copper-colored cauldron from the palm of Xu Mingshi's other hand. **He sat up on the edge of the lotus pond and threw the small cauldron at Yimo: "You put it away."

Yimo caught the tripod, looked at it in his hand, and then put it into his sleeve, looking as usual, "It was a good show."

"Bah." Shen Qingxuan spat at him, "Why don't you send me back to change clothes?" He added, "You solved the spell, I'm going to call someone, and I'll take care of the rest."

Yimo walked over, picked up the person horizontally, and walked towards the Nanmu small building in the courtyard.

Shen Qingxuan hooked one hand on his neck and wiped the water on his face with the other. Just after wiping it twice, he suddenly remembered and said, "Let me down, I will take a concubine tonight. It looks like you want to take a concubine. I'm a concubine."

Yimo lowered her head, stopped and looked at the person in her arms again and again, and finally said: "I have never seen such a concubine that smells like mud in my life."

Shen Qingxuan was so angry that he twisted his shoulder, "I don't think you are a big worm who is cold and cold, but you still think about me. Why, you are so critical of me, do you want to marry me? You want to marry me. , I will withdraw from the marriage next year, and the three media and six hired Feng Guanxia will prepare it for you and marry you."

Yimo was silent for a moment, then said, "You should have been mute for so many years."

Shen Qingxuan snorted, and Yimo said again: "Nothing, I have already let her sleep with the person in your room. You can rest assured."

The two were talking, and when they returned to the building, Shen Qingxuan felt relieved when he saw that the new concubine was lying on the bed. He instructed Yimo to take the clothes to change, and while changing, he remembered and asked, "Why are you here tonight?"

"Come to give a gift." Yimo watched him take off his clothes, revealing a thin pale chest, "Your birthday should be a gift."

"What to give? Bring it. Um... it's cold."

Shen Qingxuan unbuttoned his trousers, struggled to remove them, and asked someone to grasp his waist. The cold palm made him unable to move for a moment. The words also stopped, and the ears were flushed, "What are you doing? I took a dip in cold water tonight and married a concubine, but I don't want to marry you."

"What I gave was the candle in the wedding room." Yimo squatted down, pulled his soaked trousers to his ankles, and rubbed his palms on his thin calf for a moment, seeing that Shen Qingxuan's ears were getting more and more red, then He let go of his hands, removed the shoes and socks for him seriously, wiped off the water droplets on his body, and put on his clothes again, but it was inevitable that he touched Shen Qingxuan's skin in his movements, and even more unintentionally when he put on his bottoms Between Shen Qingxuan's legs, Shen Qingxuan's waist trembled, and his face turned red.

But he opened his eyes wide, watching his hands swimming on his body, his long and white fingers with well-defined joints, twisting up his clothes one by one and putting them on his body, the fresh breath of vegetation erupted on the side of his neck, and it was wet and itchy. It is obviously a simple action, but it is extraordinarily provocative. After a while, Shen Qingxuan's lower abdomen was already hot, and he stood upright tremblingly.

As if nothing had happened, Yimo dressed him and got up, took out a small sandalwood box, the palm-sized long box was carved with simple and simple patterns, and he didn't know what was in the box, and handed it to Shen Qingxuan, whose face was red and ears were red. , "It was originally a birthday present for you, I didn't know you were taking a concubine tonight."

Shen Qingxuan breathed a little more quickly, stretched out his hand to take it, and asked in a low voice, "What is it?"

"Open it and see."

Shen Qingxuan studied the box in his hand for a moment, and quickly pushed open the box lid, a scent of flowers rushed to his face, the lavender paste in the box filled the box, like a box of purple tofu, Shen Qingxuan saw After a long time, dipped fingertips a little and smelled it, but didn't know what it was.

I had to ask: "What is this? To eat?"

Something flashed in Yimo's eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, "For external use, not for internal use."

"Healing? It's not like it. It's so fragrant, and it shines like grease." Shen Qingxuan muttered, still not understanding.

Yimo said again, "It was originally intended to celebrate your birthday, for you."

Shen Qingxuan was stunned, what he said was too serious, without any clue, but inexplicable, there was an ambiguous taste in his words, Shen Qingxuan suddenly realized, closed the box with a slap, and threw it aside , "Did anyone use this as a birthday gift? No shame!"

"I said that it was originally a gift." Yimo walked over, bent down and gradually got closer, the two faced each other, their chests were sticking together, and they said, "You know that the gift is not only the same, but also the cooperation. 'Utensils'."

Shen Qingxuan only felt a "boom" in his head, this time even his neck was red, his eyes were dodging, he didn't dare to look at him, he just leaned back and scolded angrily and shyly, "You evil snake! You, you, I shouldn't help you tonight, it's better for the Taoist priest to take your lewd snake!"

Yimo was still like that, the old god was there, looked at him for a moment, then suddenly got up and said, "I'm leaving."

"Huh?" Shen Qingxuan didn't respond.

Yimo stretched out his hand without saying a word, and swiped his fingertips towards his palm, and blood suddenly gushed out. Shen Qingxuan was shocked, and before he could speak, he saw that the blood had not flowed down the palm lines, but had condensed in the wound. There, it gradually condensed into beads, the size of projectiles, flashing red light, forming a solid body.

After a while, Yimo picked up the blood bead, took Shen Qingxuan's hand in one hand, put it in his palm, and said lightly, "If you still want to promise yourself, just apply the grease yourself and call me with this."

Shen Qingxuan blushed again, he wanted to retort that who wants to wipe that thing by himself and wait for you to come... When he looked up, the person was gone.

Only the red bead in his hand radiated faint blood.