Poor Monk

After following Shen Du for many years, he is very clear about his handwriting and style of writing, and he can tell that the orchid in the snow must have come from Shen Du's hand without careful study.

Only he has such a surly, such aloofness.

But this waiting butterfly was by no means Shen Du's handwriting, but came from someone he didn't know.

If only that's the case.

Pei Wuji might be able to comfort himself, or it might just be a trivial coincidence, and there might be some details hidden in it that he didn't know.

However, Shen Du's gaze on this painting was too quiet.

He was so quiet that he didn't look like a person who had just escaped from many crises, and he didn't look like the big devil on the demon road that made the hearts of demons and heretics tremble when he heard it. It is as vague and clear as a little distant mountain.

Shen Du at this moment is really beautiful.

Those deep eyes even carried a lingering taste that pierced his heart.

"Shen..."

When he opened his mouth to call out a word, his voice was already hoarse, and he lost all the composure he thought he had when he came here, so that the word "du" could not be uttered.

Shen Du finally blinked.

He withdrew his gaze, turned his head slightly and looked to the side.

At this time, Pei Wuji had already stood beside his bed, and after saying that word, he knelt down on the side of his bed, stretched out his hand, and hugged his waist tightly, and pressed his head against his waist Suddenly, tightly, trembling: "Shen Du, I'm so scared, I don't want you to die..."

The tall young man is no longer the slender youth of the past.

He already possessed the strength enough to crush many people, and even this face that used to have a little fear had added a bit of determination.

But his posture at this moment is so familiar.

Shen Du still remembers that when Pei Wuji hugged his waist so intimately for the first time, he was nervous and cramped, as if he mustered up all his courage to overcome a certain fiercely struggling thought in his heart. , for fear that he would reject him.

With an indomitable determination.

It was this kind of determination that made Shen Du feel unbearable again, and acquiesced in his approach.

"Before I became the Daoist Lord of Demons and Demons, others said that I was cowardly, indecisive, more than benevolent, but not decisive. They thought that the only person who was qualified to succeed my father as the Daoist Lord was my senior brother. But only me You know, if my senior brother becomes a Daoist, I will definitely die. So no matter how cowardly I am, there is no way out at that time. I can only kill him."

The events of the past, in Shen Du's narration, are always plain.

He stared at Pei Wuji, and his calm voice was like an undercurrent in the deep sea: "Pei Wuji, do you know why I didn't kill you, but also taught you, raised you, and supported you?"

"..."

Pei Wuji didn't know.

In fact, this is not only a question from Pei Wuji, but also a question from everyone on Jiantianya who knows about it.

There are always some rumors outside that Shen Du didn't kill Pei Wuji because he fell in love with his skin and made him dizzy.

But Pei Wuji knew, no.

The reason why Shen Du always had rumors of his habit of breaking his sleeves was because of the backlash from the Liuhe Divine Art.From the beginning to the end, he was not a perverted person, let alone had any superfluous feelings for him.

Occasionally, he would ask Shen Du nervously and full of expectation: Why didn't you kill me?

He was expecting an unexpected answer in his heart.

But Shen Du's answer was always silence.He would look at him with a calm gaze that he could not understand, but never said a word.

Today was the first time Shen Du took the initiative to bring up this topic.

The Buddhist bead in his hand turned lightly, and hidden inside was the three-volume Buddhist collection that the entire martial arts coveted, but at this moment, he didn't have the desire to study it immediately, instead, his heart calmed down a lot.

Shen Du laughed.

Then he turned his eyes back to the painting, and said lightly: "Because you at that time were very similar to me back then. You had neither the power to protect yourself nor the ruthless temperament. Fear, struggle, and despair. Waiting for the butcher's knife that will fall from the top of my head at an unknown time. My compassion is only reserved for those who cherish their lives."

Compassion is only reserved for those who cherish their lives.

When the words of this sentence fell to the ground, Pei Wuji felt the bone-chilling coldness, and understood the words that Shen Du hadn't said yet: "So you keep me by your side only because you know that although I have revenge However, I am always hesitant. Because once the matter fails, the price will be unbearable for me. I cherish my life. If I don’t take revenge, you will keep me for a day. So, are you going to kill me now?"

In the past, what he hated the most was Shen Du.

But now my favorite...

Also him.

The first time I saw him, he thought he was the chief culprit who killed his family and wanted revenge.But he didn't have a sword in his hand, and he didn't have the power to fight him at all.

He thought that Shen Du wanted to see him because he wanted to kill the weeds.

But he never thought that the first thing that this handsome, pale and powerful man would make the whole demon world bow his head was——

"Have you ever hugged a woman before?"

Pei Wuji had never hugged a woman.

The first person he hugged was a man.

This man's name is Shen Du.

When he was young, his family was strict and strict, and he had only read those love affairs in the scriptures. At the time, he was full of fear and hatred, and his mind was almost in a daze. He didn't know how to do it.

He only remembered that it was very tight, and he was bleeding.

But during the whole process, the man who controlled his life and death and was not much older than him didn't make a sound.

He didn't undress.

What Pei Wuji could see was only his beautiful and slender neck, which was covered with fine beads of sweat, and wet strands of hair fell down against it.

The fingers pressing on the soft couch curled up forcefully, forbearing and fragile.

Teenager's first time is fast.

After it was over, Shen Du, whose eyes were red and bloodshot under his eyes, strangled his neck with all his strength, and could kill him with just a light tap of his fingers.

At that moment, Pei Wuji could see hatred from his eyes.

But in an instant, this hatred turned into boundless ridicule, and as the cold light dissipated, it turned into a deep and incomprehensible sorrow.

He lifted him by the neck and threw him out heavily.

Pei Wuji remembered that his shoulder hit the foot of the chair on the other side of the room, the pain was severe, and then he heard a very clear voice: "Get out."

He didn't kill him.

Pei Wuji was then taken back to the dark and damp prison in Jiantianya.

It's just that after that day, he never dreamed of a woman again.Every midnight, what appeared in his dream was that slender and beautiful neck covered with thin sweat.

At first, Pei Wuji in the dream was also scared.

But over time, those fears gradually subsided.

Instead, it was a kind of torture caused by hatred, even mocking contempt.

In the dream, he pinched the neck of the big devil, tortured him fiercely, fucked him like a whore in a brothel, and let him scream humiliatingly under his body...

Then question him: Why did you kill my parents?

But all this is just a dream.

When he woke up from the dream, what he saw was still this small, foul-smelling cage, and the skylight he could see was only the small patch at his feet.

Time passed so quickly, Pei Wuji almost thought that that night was just a dream.

Unexpectedly, 49 days later, someone brought him into the heavy palace again.Before he went in this time, he looked up and remembered the three words hanging on the house——

Winter Gray Pavilion.

Still Shen Du.

It's still the demon master.

Still his enemy.

Still the same thing.

Pei Wuji was still afraid of him.

The last time he fell to the ground, it took a long time for the injury on his shoulder and back to heal, and the pain was remembered for a long time, which made him not dare to be presumptuous this time.

He despises him in his heart, but moves cautiously out of fear.

The people under him obviously didn't enjoy the event itself, there was a kind of impatience in their eyes, but there was also a strange pain in the enduring, his face was so pale that people suspected that he had some strange disease.

At that time, Pei Wuji didn't know that it was the backlash of Liuhe Shenjue.

He only remembered that his slightly icy body had brought him the most exciting experience, and the malice that had grown up in his day-to-day fantasies began to emerge.

After the first time when he was full of blood, the ferocity unique to young people began to be revealed, deliberately rough and tortured.

And then there's the joy of revenge.

At that time, Pei Wuji didn't dare to think about how much of this joy came from hatred, and how much from the matter itself.

Afterwards, Shen Du didn't hit him again.

Once again he returned to his prison.

What follows is a repetition of the same thing.

As the number of times increased, Pei Wuji's understanding of him gradually deepened, and he vaguely knew that there was something wrong with the famous "Liuhe Shenjue" he practiced, so he became presumptuous towards him.

It's just that he has a brain, so he just does it but doesn't talk.

Sometimes violently and intensely, sometimes procrastinating on purpose, and once even took advantage of his dazed mind to take off his robe.

Rumors began to spread on Jiantianya, and some important people from Yaomo Dao also visited his cell several times and gave some specious warnings.

Pei Wuji heard something different from it.

So he also began to think, why did he choose himself, and why could he tolerate himself?Is it true that, as others have said, Shen Du just has a habit of cutting off his sleeves, so he "favors" him?

Such doubts lasted for a long time.

Finally one day, he boldly told him afterwards that he wanted to practice martial arts and didn't want to continue living in a cell.

Then he told him who had been to his side and what they had said.

Shen Du was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then he laughed. For the first time, he reached out and stroked his head, as if he was rewarding an obedient puppy.

That night, he didn't give him an answer.

But just the next day after going back, someone came from Jiantianya, and took him out of the cell, and lived in a place very close to Shen Du.

The room was tidy, and the bookshelves were filled with exercises from different families.

He asked the waiter below where the person who taught him martial arts was.

Those people shook their heads.

Pei Wuji thought that there was no one. He sat in the room and read books for a whole day, looking at the secret books of various exercises in different categories, but he couldn't get in.

It was at this time that Shen Du stepped into his room.

It was the sunset at Jiantianya at that time, the sky was slightly dark, the light in the house was dim, and even the words on the paper could hardly be read clearly.

A deep purple crane cloak was draped over him, with sixteen heavenly demon patterns entrenched on the corner of the robe, majestic and cold.

When is it, from desire to love?

Maybe--

It was at that moment when he stood in front of him, took out the book in his hand, and told him "I will teach you", right?

Hate and love blur the boundaries.

Love and desire are indistinguishable from each other.

Pei Wuji felt that he had fallen into a trap called Shen Du. In getting along day after day, he longed to touch a real person, a real heart, but he always looked at the moon in the mirror, Looking at flowers in the fog.

He treated him very harshly.

If there is a slight mistake, they will beat and scold at every turn, and never show mercy.

Sometimes he feels that Shen Du is very cold and heartless, he seems to be heartless, and he is really the big devil in the rumors of others; but sometimes he feels that Shen Du is gentle, although every time this feeling comes and goes quickly Quick, it's like an illusion...

Most of the time, Shen alone sat on the high throne, giving orders, and a subtle expression between his eyebrows and eyes could cause everyone to tremble and fear.

But there are always times...

He crouched under his body, his robe was ripped off, panting and trembling, bearing the humiliation.

I don't remember when Shen Du started feeding himself Wangyou Water.

But Pei Wuji never drank.

Sometimes he thinks he loves it so much, and he hates it so much.

Wangyoushui can make Shen Du forget everything, and immerse himself in the word "desire", with those unrestrained forms that he never had when he was sober.

This will give Pei Wuji the illusion that he owns him.

Only at this time, he dared to want him crazily, kissed his body, controlled him, and then poured out his secret and struggling feelings to him...

But more often, he saw Shen Du's disgust and hatred hidden behind the dizziness and psychedelic power of the medicine clearly...

So clear that it's too obvious.

Shen Du never liked him.He understood his body, but he couldn't touch the unknown heart under the cold shell.

Sometimes, when you love to the extreme, you want to destroy it.

It was him who treated Shen Du.

"Cui Hong said, I am more vicious and ruthless than you. But I can't beat you. Because you are my weakness, my weakness..."

Pei Wuji laughed, his voice was soaked in blood.

"You are kind-hearted and soft-hearted. You know that I like you, so you don't kill me."

During the long silence just now, Shen Du had already pushed him away, grabbed the string of Buddhist beads, stood up, took two steps forward, then stopped, and slightly closed his eyes.

But he did not acknowledge Pei Wuji's judgment.

He was just as cold and cruel as any training he had ever done before: "But my weakness is not you."

The picture on the wall hangs quietly.

If the orchid does not bloom, the butterfly will fall.

Pei Wuji suddenly felt as if his heart had been ruthlessly cut open by a sharp knife, and blood gushed out. The severe pain caused him to burst out laughing, as if he had heard something absurd in this world.

In the hoarse voice, there was a kind of heart-piercing tragedy.

He finally said exactly what he had buried in his heart since the moment he entered the house, as if self-destructive: "Shen Du, you have someone in your heart..."

But this person is not me.