Shen Qingxuan didn't believe that Yimo just disappeared. The birds and beasts in this mountain, the clear green water flowing around the mountain, the hot springs on the top of the mountain shrouded in smoke all year round... Which one has never been with Yimo, and there is still him in this mountain... There is no reason for Yimo who has lived here for many years. Mo Hui gave up all of this and left without warning. Shen Qingxuan didn't believe it.

Where can he go? Shen Qingxuan rummaged through his memories, searching for clues, but there was nowhere Yimo could go. Moving to another place often means starting anew to adjust the surrounding relationship. The snake is cold and doesn't like trouble. If he hadn't cultivated, all his companions would fall into the devil's way one by one, and there would be monsters whispering in his ears every day. Killing the heart, Yimo will not leave the homeland.

Emer won't go. He firmly believed.

He firmly believed, and more than a month passed. The flowers and plants in the mountains were withered, and the wetlands by the stream were frosted. Stepping on it hard, the sound was harsh, as if the frozen life was suddenly torn apart by external forces. Winter has come, and Imo has not come back.

The four seasons of this year, Shen Qingxuan felt that the passage of time was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was winter again. It seems that to punish him for passing time so fast, his time has completely frozen. No more moving an inch.

The charcoal fire was burning vigorously in the house, but he was leaning against the open window, his eyes drifting away. The charcoal fire in the house could not warm him at all, and the cold from the inside to the outside made him isolated from this warm cabin, as if separated from two worlds.

Imo hasn't come back yet.

He waited quietly in the mountain, and time froze at the moment he learned that Yimo had disappeared. Neither sad nor happy.

Xu Mingshi watched him lose weight day by day for no reason. His body became thinner and thinner, wrapped in a fox fur cloak, and gradually lost his outline. In the end, only a pale face was exposed, as if he could talk to the outside world at any time. Snowflakes drifted away together. However, as if he had settled down, he had lost all interest in the surrounding things. He didn't even pay attention to what he said. Sitting by the window every day was thin, pale, and thin, but it seemed to be pulled by an invisible thing, which made him stubbornly maintain such a posture throughout his life.

Imo hasn't come back yet.

Shen Qingxuan looked at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window, they fluttered, suddenly drifted away, suddenly fell close, and finally painted the whole world pale.

The relatives at the foot of the mountain came to the villa one by one, persuading, questioning, and speculating, but what could they ask a mute? He ate and drank soup, and he never delayed even going to bed. The maids pushed him to the edge of the bed, and he moved up on the edge of the bed by himself, lay down obediently, and closed his eyelids.

Just getting thinner and thinner. Lang Zhong gave him a pulse, and his weakness was the same as in previous years, no different. The tonic was also prescribed one dose at a time according to the prescription of previous years, and boiled one bowl at a time. Shen Qingxuan was also supervising the next sip.

During the recent bath, Shen Qingxuan also looked at himself while soaking in the tub. His protruding ribs felt numb to the touch, and his body was once said to be the only desirable item of good flesh, but it also lost its luster and became dull. Those soups, water and tonic ginseng soup, all passed through his throat, but slipped away quietly through the gap in his chest.

Imo hasn't come back yet.

Yimo did not know that someone was stubbornly waiting for him. In his impression, that scheming person would not do such a stupid thing - unprofitable and extremely passive. It couldn't be Shen Qingxuan's actions. So he never thought this would happen. He answered the invitation of his old friend and left the mountain.

The "old man" who came to look for him was not someone else, but the Taoist who enlightened him thousands of years ago. Now he has become an immortal, with a long white beard, a clear face, and a peaceful whole body. It's just that his temperament has not changed much after thousands of years, and he still likes to be creative, such as coming to him suddenly. Yimo was really surprised by his arrival. Aside from accidents, there is only boredom. Because this person or "Xian" came to him after many years, it would definitely not be a good thing - in Yimo's mind, this person was equivalent to trouble. So, as expected, as soon as the reminiscence was over, this disgusting fairy family said what he wanted to do: Laymo went down the mountain with him to conquer the demons.

As soon as the purpose of his visit was clarified, Yimo didn't bother to entangle with him any more. Compared with this immortal who turned himself into a demon with bad intentions, he would rather play tricks on Shen Qingxuan and spend time waiting for the robbery.

The Xian family knew that he didn't want to pay attention to him, and he was not in a hurry, so he just sat on the side and muttered: "There was a great general in the previous dynasty, who was invincible in battle and invincible. Did you spend it?"

Emer ignored him.

After stroking his beard, the Taoist giggled and continued on his own: "As soon as you have passed the calamity, you will return to the mountain to practice. Do you know what happened to the general?" Yimo was still too lazy to pay attention to him. For a snake demon that has lived for thousands of years, it is really a mirror. When his Primordial Spirit practiced, he often changed dynasties when he opened his eyes. How could he still be interested in learning about the personnel affairs in the changing dynasties? That general was designated to be dead, and his bones were turned to ashes.

As if he knew what he was thinking, the Taoist shook his head: "You have also practiced in the world, why don't you know the truth of the power of high power? The general is indeed dead. But it was not a good death, and he died in a hurry."

Yimo frowned, and he was rarely willing to pay attention to him: "I remember the king of that era, and I am very fond of him."

"Well, the old emperor believed that his loyal ministers were true, but as soon as the old emperor died, the new emperor ascended the throne, and the world changed masters, he would not do what he liked, how could he not die?"

Yimo thought for a while, then shut up again.

"You are also smart, you must know what I mean by saying this. This time, it is him who wants to get rid of monsters." The Xian family was silent for a moment, and said in a slightly melancholy tone: "There are more than 100 members of the family, including distant relatives. A total of more than 300 people were escorted to the execution ground together. All the young and old in the family were beheaded. Finally, it was his turn. It took two days for a knife to die. He watched as the heads of hundreds of people in the family fell to the ground. The dark clouds rolled over, lightning flashed and thundered. The grievances of more than 300 blood relatives condensed together, and he was the leader, but he returned to the frontier that he had guarded for many years... You know, he was a general on the battlefield, a golden horse and an iron horse, invincible, and all his subordinates were invincible. Killing is inherently heavy. This time, the grievances of blood relatives have gathered again, and returning to the battlefield will naturally suck up all the grievances that have accumulated on the battlefield for decades... and finally cast it into a demon."

Having said that, the Xianjia squinted at the silent Yimo, paused, and said again: "Speaking of you still have some relationship, you used his suffocating energy to save the calamity, and then he sent the little devil to steal yours. Skin. If my disciples didn't happen to pass by, except for the little devil who took your skin and made it into a treasure to use, today he put on your snake slough... I really can't do anything about him."

Yimo listened, and only snorted coldly: "It's okay that your disciple took my skin and didn't pay it back. The people who have been passed down are more than pustules. Wearing my skin, I don't know how much trouble it has caused for me. The day before yesterday I just took back the snake slough, and the thirteenth generation of your disciples even took your purple cauldron and chased after me..." Shaking his head, Yimo said, "If it wasn't for seeing that the cauldron was yours, , I destroyed it."

When Xianjiajing said this, his face was a little unbearable, so he had to laugh: "You are ruined, as long as you get rid of the devil with me, not to mention the small cauldron, it is also enough to ruin my view. I'm afraid you It’s too troublesome, and I’m too lazy to do it.” Speaking of this, he suddenly became happy, pointed his finger to the tip of Yimo’s nose, and said, “You snake has lived here for so many years, I know all the monsters are scattered in the sea of ​​people and can’t be found, so just You'd better find... if you don't help me, who will help me?"

He started to be a rascal.

Emo turned around and left.

He followed step by step.

He followed Yimo wherever he went. He followed him for three days and three nights. Even when Yimo rested, he sat by the side, chattering endlessly. This snake was inspired by him, so he naturally knew his temperament. Yimo was the most annoying noise in his ears, especially the kind of noise that repeated the same sentence dozens of times over and over again, which could bring out the rare cruelty in his cold temperament and slash people with a knife.

But fortunately, although they are divided into immortals and demons, their respective ways of doing things have differed by the slightest for two thousand years. So he is not afraid of Yimo hitting him, no matter how he hits, it will be a draw.

Yimo also understood this, and being harassed for three days was the limit of his endurance.

Thinking that there was nothing to do in the past few days, Shen Qingxuan was also teased. Instead, he would find trouble for him more and more. It's better to simply go to this unorthodox fairy's house, and the chattering in Xian's ear is unbearable.

As for Shen Qingxuan at the foot of the mountain - giving him some small things and helping him is just a small gesture, this is also the etiquette of the mortal world. Later, the two of them had a good time together again, and Yimo always took care of him in everything he did.

Now that man has taken a concubine in the house at the foot of the mountain, and is about to marry a wife, the past should be erased.

He also doesn't have to obey him because this person has had affection with him. After the calamity is over, all he needs to do is to restore Shen Qingxuan's ability to walk, and then he can completely stop contacting each other.

Not having contact with Shen Qingxuan, Yimo did not feel any regret or reluctance. This was his plan when he rescued Shen Qingxuan for the first time.

But he didn't expect Shen Qingxuan to have a different idea and want to entangle with him.

After all, mortals are too greedy, but they don't know that the life of a demon is too long, and it is even longer after immortality. In the long life, Yimo has seen too many joys and sorrows, and has long been indifferent to the affairs of the world.

I was also used to such a cold-eyed posture, and didn't have the slightest idea of ​​participating.

However, Shen Qingxuan proposed to establish this relationship, and he had already reminded him that he should have reminded that there are different paths for human beings. Having said something first, Shen Qingxuan still persevered, so it was okay to accept it.

Anyway, he is a snake demon who has been practicing for thousands of years. He has enough patience and time. After establishing a sensual relationship of "promise with oneself", he only needs to wait for Shen Qingxuan to terminate the relationship impatiently. Yimo knew it was only a matter of time, so his heart was like a rock and never wavered. After that, it didn't take long. In fact, if you think about it carefully, after the spring breeze passed, Shen Qingxuan went down the mountain and decided to take a concubine and marry a wife, and the idea of ​​breaking up was already there.

If it wasn't for Xu Mingshi's cross-bar, he would not have accidentally received Shen Qingxuan's favor. Although he never said that the demon-destroying cauldron was useless to him, it was Shen Qingxuan who seized the opportunity and took the lead. made it. This grace he can only accept.

The friendly relationship was maintained. It's just that from beginning to end, he stood on the sidelines, watching from the sidelines.

Although the two of them are not far apart these days, no one has proposed to meet each other, and they have simply not spoken in recent days. It's time for this relationship to be completely wiped out.

Going down the mountain to subdue the demon, Yimo agreed and set off immediately. He didn't expect to ask the person at the foot of the mountain to wait for him. He really didn't think about it. After all, this time is different from the past, Shen Qingxuan is no longer the lonely person in the mountains waiting for his company, but a beautiful concubine by the side, who will soon have a peaceful and beautiful life in the world. Taking the initiative to cut off contact again, this is the best.

Emo went away.

Shen Qingxuan was losing weight day by day in the mountains, and every day he woke up, he was more haggard than the day before. Looking at the rustling snowflakes, stubbornly waited. It's just that the fire in his eyes is getting weaker and weaker.

Nothing in this world is more difficult than waiting. More torment.

It's been almost two months, and Yimo has not come back.

The sound of footsteps stumbled in the wind and snow, stepping on the snow water crackling, a figure in gray slammed open the wooden door of the small courtyard, rushed in, just rushed to the threshold, and when he looked up, he saw the one in the open window opposite. His pale face, lined by thick fox fur, was as thin as if he was going to be wrapped in those furs. His eyes floated in unknown places, and he didn't react at all to such a big movement.

"Master!" The voices of the servants who rushed in were trembling, and running all the way, the corners of his eyes were flushed by the snow, only to hear him panting anxiously, wiping the snow on his face and saying, "Something happened!"

Shen Qingxuan's piaoyuan expression seemed to be pulled a bit, he blinked and turned his eyes, still lying motionless in his cloak, but looking at him.

"The old lady told you to go back immediately..." The servant swallowed, "The old lady said that Xiao Tao fell and the child could not be saved."

Shen Qingxuan's stagnant eyes twitched for a moment, and he finally regained his senses. Perhaps the best life experience is at this moment. The maids found that their master's face finally had a look, even though the look was shock, sorrow, and pain. But it made Shen Qingxuan no longer look like a living dead.

Shen Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then moved his fingers and made a gesture.

The gesture said: go home!

After a short period of grief, Shen Qingxuan gradually calmed down in the shaking car.

The ominous premonition for a long time has finally become a reality. For the past two months, he has been waiting for the day when this ominous premonition will come true. This reality is not Yimo accident. It was his unborn, three-month-old fetus.

The Shen residence was filled with gloom and fog.

The baby boy had already fallen, and Xiao Tao was bleeding profusely.

Shen Qingxuan's wheelchair stopped outside the side room of the South Courtyard, and stopped in a faint smell of blood. Don't go any further.

Mother Shen opened the courtyard door, closed the nervous and panicked courtyard scene behind the door, walked out by herself, and said with red eyes: "I thought it was just fetal gas, just take some medicine and take good care of it, I didn't alarm you. Unexpectedly, staying up all night still didn't save... Your life is not good, and Xiao Tao is afraid that it will not work... Don't go in and see... You are weak and can't stand the bad luck of the dead..."

Shen Qingxuan didn't move when he heard the words, only looking at the closed courtyard door, strangely silent.

Although he has always been a mute, the silence at this time still makes Shen mother uneasy. Looking at her son, she doesn't know how to solve it. If the concubine is gone, you can take it again, and if the child is gone, you can have it again. It is not worth the pain. But there was no trace of sadness on Shen Qingxuan's face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The mother and son looked at each other in the falling snow, and finally Shen Qingxuan turned the wheelchair and turned around. Soon a servant stepped forward and pushed him away. Mother Shen looked at the wheel marks gradually pulling away on the snow, thinking, maybe this is fate.

The snow was so heavy and the earth was so pale that it covered all despair.

Imo hasn't come back yet.

Shen Qingxuan opened the almanac, and used a red pen dipped in cinnabar to draw a circle on the date of the almanac. After staring at him for a long time, he raised his skinny hand, untied the fox fur cloak on his body, reached out to his chest, took out the red bead on his chest, and rubbed his fingertips on the beaded round jade, showing nostalgia and reluctance.

Then started to wiggle. Holding the bead, he pulled it up from the neck, flattened it, sawed it, and made the golden thread go straight, squeezed into the flesh, into the blood vessel, and into the bone.

Shen Qingxuan didn't say a word, and only exerted all his strength, pulling the golden thread little by little, and twisting the thing around his neck into a deadly rope.

The blood began to spill out from the wound, dyeing the golden thread that had been slashed by the sword after the technique was applied red. The blood flowed along the thin thread and gradually soaked into Shen Qingxuan's hand, spreading along the lines and dripping along the fingers. It fell, and finally it was sticky and slippery and wrapped the whole red bead.

There was another smell of blood in the bloody house.

Shen Qingxuan opened his eyes, the light coming in through the window lattice, his eyes fixed on the man in black robe opposite.

Yimo was frowning and held out his hand to him. That slender and powerful hand with well-defined joints was also covered in blood.

Shen Qingxuan didn't seem to know him, he stared at him for a long time, his eyes were bewildered, as if he had never seen the outstretched hand, and muttered to himself, "This bead can't be taken off."

"Remove it for what?" Yimo asked, his voice cold.

A good deep voice. Shen Qingxuan thought in a daze, and after a while, he replied, "Give it back to you."

"Why do you want to pay me back?" Yimo still asked, standing there, neither approaching nor going far.

Shen Qingxuan did not answer, as if he had never heard his question. He just stared at him blankly, as if he couldn't see enough.

"Emo."

I don't know when the strength in his hand stopped, Shen Qingxuan seemed to regain his senses, let go of the blood bead, and stretched out his hand, "Come and hug me."

The fingers covered with fresh blood were raised so naturally in front of Yimo's eyes, stopped in mid-air, blood droplets fell to the ground from time to time, the fingers were slightly opened, the knuckles were curled, a desperate and bloody posture.

Imo is back.