There is a mountain a hundred miles away from the imperial city, surrounded by green water. Because it is winter, the rice fields under the mountain are barren. Ji's ancestral tomb is at the foot of this mountain.

Ji Jiu said that he had been filial piety for his father for three years, moved out of the general's mansion, and lived alone in a simple courtyard at the foot of the mountain. There was only Shen Jue beside him to take care of him, blocking all the people who came to visit for him.

He also seldom travels, and the town stays behind closed doors, and no one knows what he is doing. Even the emperor did not mention him in the court, as if he was deliberately trying to erase this person from the court.

Chen Lao Xiangguo was relegated, the Chen family has fallen, only the Ji family is the only one left, and this year, when the old general Ji left, Ji Jiu kept his filial piety and no guests, the emperor's attitude is also intriguing, it seems that the Ji family tree has fallen. state. One of the two big trees in the courthouse has already fallen, and the other is also in decline. For a time, no one could understand what the emperor wanted to do, so everyone had to be in danger, and the grass and trees fell.

Outside the courthouse, Ji Jiu went to pay homage to his father's grave every day. After returning to the house, he was accompanied by the book all day long, with Shen Jue waiting on his left and right, but he was safe. Shen Jue stayed by his side every day, watching the sunrise and sunset, talking all day long, but only a few words, but he couldn't see boredom. It seems that no matter what kind of life, you can deal with it calmly, and there is a sense of peace of mind. Because of his temperament, Ji Jiu relied on him more and more, and did not avoid him when dealing with affairs, and even sometimes talked to him about past lives. But they didn't talk deeply, Ji Jiu finally didn't want to let him think of himself as Shen Qingxuan.

Although in his heart, Ji Jiu is willing to be his father.

After the meal, Shen Jue cleaned up the dishes on the table, Ji Jiu rinsed his mouth, wandered in the courtyard for a while and returned to the house, leaning against the window to read a book. After Shen Jue finished her work, she sat under the window, leaning against the railings and basking in the sun. There was only an open window between them. While reading the book, Ji Jiu spoke in a low voice, as if speaking to himself, and as if speaking to Shen Jue outside the window. Shen Jue listened and answered, this was an unusual afternoon.

The conversation suddenly stopped, Shen Jue tilted his head, and listened to the courtyard gate for a while, and said, "Father, there is someone from the palace."

Ji Jiu said, "Hmmm," without even raising her eyelids, "Send away."

"Is the palace also sent?" Shen Jue asked again.

"Send away whoever finds me," Ji Jiu raised his eyes. He seemed to be smiling, but he didn't. He said, "Whoever finds you is up to you."

Shen Jue originally wanted to ask what the man in the palace was doing to me, but stopped abruptly, remembering that he seemed to have some "story" with the emperor two years ago, and then he fell silent. After waiting for a while, the footsteps were approaching the door, and he said to Ji Jiu, "Dad, it shouldn't be looking for me."

Ji Jiu said, "Not necessarily." The ambiguous words were used in a firm tone. Turning a page, Ji Jiu added, "I know him better than you."

The courtyard door was knocked at this time, and Shen Jue went over to open the door with suspicion.

The old god Ji Jiu was waiting until Shen Jue came back with a strange expression on his face. Ji Jiu said, "Go."

Shen Jue was about to leave, and Ji Jiu added lightly behind him, "It's better to do it yourself."

Shen Jue stopped, turned back, stood in front of Ji Jiu, and asked seriously, "Dad, do you think I should go or not?"

Ji Jiu said, "Do you think you should go, or not?"

Shen Jue was struck by this backhand, and she swallowed hard, unable to speak. After a long while, he said, "I don't hate him."

Ji Jiu put down the book, but asked an unrelated question: "Why don't you go to immortal cultivation?"

"If you can't let it go, you won't repair it." Shen Jue responded quickly, "Otherwise, you will go into trouble."

"Can't let go?" Ji Jiu asked again.

Shen Jue said, "I can't let go of happiness."

"Are you happy?" Ji Jiu was stunned when he heard the words, and then asked: "You waste your time every day to accompany me in this fame and fortune, what happiness is there?"

"It's such a waste of time, I feel happy and can't let it go. So I don't practice." Shen Jue smiled, revealing two tiger teeth: "Dad thinks that life is too short, and becoming an immortal is detachment, so I am worried that I will fall into it. But I think it takes too long to become an immortal, and there is nothing to do when the sun rises and the moon sets.

Ji Jiu was silent for a moment, then waved: "Go ahead." Shen Jue walked again, took two steps, and heard Ji Jiu say behind him: "He is suspicious and fickle, no one dares to restrain him these years, the more he is I'm used to being ruthless. But I've never made a mistake. I'm the real emperor. You should know that the emperor is ruthless."

Shen Jue nodded, "My child knows."

Ji Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at the sun shining under the window, which was so bright that it was dazzling, and continued: "It is said that among the beasts, only the wolf spends his life, only the only companion, and he will never give up. If you have to wait for him to die, After a few more lives, don't go."

Shen Jue stood there for a while, and said, "If there is one day, the child will destroy the way and go to drink Meng Po soup to be reincarnated, and then don't suffer for it again." After saying that, without waiting for Ji Jiu's response, he walked away.

Ji Jiu was stunned on the spot, like a stone sculpture like a wood carving, all over his body, unable to move because of these words.

So decisive, so simply. Do not hesitate to self-destruct. This is the demon's only choice.

Humans and demons should not have seen each other in the first place, nor should they fall in love. Otherwise, how to go is a different way.

After a long time, Ji Jiu turned around, stared blankly at the scenery outside the window, unconsciously reached out and took out the bead on his chest, rubbed it for a while, and finally asked, "Where are you?"

The volume is extremely low, and the question is asked softly, as if the breeze is blowing the ear. Two years later, after waking up, the snake disappeared and left without saying hello or seeing him. It disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

So... where?

Did he also ruin the way, drink Mengpo soup, and be reincarnated, so he won't suffer for it again?

Isn't it because he was hurt and couldn't redeem himself, so he had no choice but to leave?

Ji Jiu thought, no. With such a bad temper, how could he do such a stupid thing. With a trace of fear in his heart, Ji Jiu clenched the red beads nervously.

The blood-colored beads flickered between his fingers, and then the wind blew up, Ji Jiu let go, and saw a figure in the shadow of the locust tree outside the window, with a wide robe and long sleeves, black hair scattered, standing with his hands behind his back.

It's like it's always been there.

Ji Jiu let out an "ah", short and flustered, but with a much relaxed expression, looked at him, but didn't know what to say.

But Yimo said, "I didn't leave." After speaking, he approached, looking from the outside to the inside through a window, as if he knew what he was thinking, and said, "Shen Jue is a wolf and a man, and he is also a man. But for a hundred years of Taoism, even if it is destroyed, it has nothing to do with it. At most, I will become a mortal. If I destroy Taoism myself, I will be an ordinary long snake in the mountains and forests. : "Perhaps eaten by birds of prey."

Ji Jiu's face turned pale, smashed the book in his hand at him, and said, "Shut up."

Yimo took the book he smashed and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Ji Jiu turned her face away and snorted coldly: "If you want to destroy your own way, you will also destroy it after I die. You will save me a debt and I will not be able to live in peace day and night."

Yimo handed the book to him through the window, and commented without showing his anger: "It's true."

Ji Jiu had an expression she didn't hear at all, and when Yimo got closer, she said lightly, "It's the truth."

is the truth. So this time, Yimo didn't say anything back to him.

Like the previous Shen Jue, Yimo sat under the window, leaning against the corridor, squinting in the sunlight. Ji Jiu looked down at the book, glanced at it occasionally, and quickly retracted it, pretending that there was no such person, and reading it extremely "seriously".

"Seriously," Ji Jiu said, "Where have you been in the past two years?"

Yimo closed his eyes, basking in the sun, and said lazily, "Sleeping."

"Isn't there enough sleep in three months? When you wake up, you still need to find a place to sleep again?" Ji Jiu didn't believe it.

"You have your own business to do, why don't I sleep?" Yimo asked back.

Ji Jiu turned the book dully, turned over a dozen pages, and then continued: "I thought you went back to the mountain to practice."

"You thought I went to the place where he was buried to accompany the bones," Yimo said, serious.

Ji Jiu snorted, "Who are you going to accompany and what do you do with me? Even if you accompany him and turn into bones, you are willing. I don't care."

"Do you want to take care?" Yimo sat up straight and looked up at him through the window, "Do you want to?" The tone was serious and serious, but with a touch of indescribable ambiguity, like the stubborn words of a lover.

Ji Jiu turned a few pages of the book again, seeing that he couldn't continue to calm down, he simply threw the book aside, looked at him, but ignored the previous words, only said: "Shen Jue goes to see the emperor."

Yimo knew that he didn't want to talk about this topic, so he fulfilled his wish and said, "Let's go." He raised his eyebrows and added, "He won't suffer."

Ji Jiu pondered the meaning of "no loss", and he understood it in an instant, but he still didn't believe it. After all, the emperor is the honor of the ninety-five. Although he is masculine, he is not allowed to commit crimes. How can the emperor tolerate his disobedience?

Just thinking about it, Yimo said: "Each has its own destiny, and it is useless to think about it."

All is but life. Even if Shen Jue suffered, he deserved it. After more than 100 years of experience, although the wolf boy is silent, he has some eyes above the top, and ordinary people don't look down on him.

Therefore, in the more than 100 years of his travels in the red dust, Yimo has never seen him think about anyone. Now, it's almost time. Once you encounter it, you cannot escape.

Even if the emperor does not call him into the palace today, Shen Jue will find him in the future.

It's useless to worry about this kind of thing. It's better to sit on the sidelines and help when you need to intervene.

In fact, for Shen Jue, Yimo was very relieved. That person was taught by Shen Qingxuan, what he wanted and what the result was, he was always sober and self-controlled. No big mess.

Even if something went wrong, Yimo felt that he could still protect it. Just let him do as he pleases.

Ji Jiu didn't say any more after hearing this.

Yimo leaned back on the balustrade, basking in the warm sunshine, and returned to tranquility.

In the evening, Shen Jue hadn't come back yet, Ji Jiu waited and waited, and it was late at night, so that trace of luck was extinguished. Undressing and getting on the couch, lying on the bed, remembered the first time met him, carrying a burden, holding a sword, and the tepid dispute with the corporal, as if it was yesterday. In the blink of an eye, it has been three years.

The surrounding personnel, the three years have been wasted has been beyond recognition. Dead, alive, except Shen Jue, there is no one around him.

Hidden in this villa, waiting for the imperial decree to set off. At that time, even he himself should be gone.

Yimo lifted the bedcloth and rolled over on top of him. Ji Jiu opened his eyes in the darkness. His eyes met each other, each with bright eyes.

After being suppressed again after a lapse of two years, Ji Jiu was not annoyed, but in an unusually fierce tone, he threatened, "You dare!"

It's not that Yimo didn't dare, but he didn't want to force him. Besides, he promised Xiaobao not to force Ji Jiu. After a pause, he lowered his head and kissed him on the face, then rolled over and lay on his side.

The weight on his body disappeared, Ji Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't make a statement to the person lying beside him, just closed his eyes again, rolled up the quilt before going to sleep.

The hand was steady, passed through the gap in the quilt, and hugged his waist.

Ji Jiu froze for a moment, then relaxed again, without opening her eyes, she said lightly, "I don't have what you want."

The hand on his waist pinched, Yimo lifted the quilt, went into his bed, and asked, "Nothing?"

Ji Jiu still didn't move, and said to himself: "Although I am not Shen Qingxuan, it is his reincarnation. You have to put this account on my head, I have nothing to say." It's just that he can't be Shen Qingxuan, He couldn't be good with him day and night, let alone give up his family business for him, and watch his dead ancestors shame his face, turning so many years of hard work into powder.

He couldn't do all this. He is Ji Jiu, only Ji Jiu, and only Ji Jiu.

Ji Jiu, who has nowhere to go.

"It's just that I can't be Shen Qingxuan. If you can't do it, don't force me."

"If you are willing to hold someone who is unwilling to respond like this, you will hold it. I am not a stingy person. You have searched for more than a hundred years, and I can still give you this little thing."

"No more, no more."

Ji Jiu said. For the first time, tell him the truth. The resentment in the past can be put down. Although it has not been erased, it is okay to put it down. He is willing to give his pity to the snake demon who has been looking for him for so many years, although it has nothing to do with love.

So, if you want to hold it, hold it. Shen Jue said that in summer, Shen Qingxuan asked that person to hug him tightly. In winter, he will hold the original form of that person in his heart.

Even if this old attachment is not in his memory, Ji Jiu does not hesitate to give it to him.

Who made him the reincarnation of Shen Qingxuan? If you find it, you can't escape.

But Yimo said: "Go ahead, you just don't want to have sex with me." He stroked his body and said, "If you don't want to, don't do it." Then he stopped his hand and hugged the person in front of him. , hugging him motionlessly, without breaking the rules.

Ji Jiu didn't struggle, lay down for a moment, and whispered as if in a dream: "It's like a drunk snake, but it's more pleasing." He wouldn't talk nonsense like this, a living person could make him mad.

When Yimo heard the words, he deeply felt that Xiaobao had too many things to do.

He is drunk, who dares to take him? He wanted to put him in a box and bring it back, and asked this man to stare at a drunken snake, and he didn't know what he had done.

Tightening Ji Jiu's body into his arms, Yimo leaned close to his ear and asked in a low voice, "I like my original body because of a snake, so I can't be happy with you, right?"

Ji Jiu stretched out his hand directly, grabbed Yimo's shoulder, and pushed him away, almost pushing him under the bed. Yimo grabbed his hand in time, and the two were entangled in one place. Ji Jiu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he started with a ruthless move that locked Yimo's neck several times, almost breaking his throat.

In the end, Yimo grabbed the back of his neck, lowered his head and kissed him. Ji Jiu was caught off guard that he would suddenly be like this. His lips were blocked.

唇分开时，季玖有些喘，却也没继续揍他，伊墨又低头，伸出舌来，在他唇角舔了舔，将湿润的水迹又铺开些，才躺回枕上，道貌岸然said: "Don't make trouble."

Who is making trouble? !

Ji Jiu was lying on the side, really wanting to go back to his previous life, so he dug out Shen Qingxuan's eyeballs and used the soles of his shoes to grind mud.

What kind of eyes do you have to have to see such a bad thing!