cute fox arrives

After a few days, Qingming understood that this Jisang was completely the way he raised him before copying and pasting.

24 hours without leaving the body.

"Sangsang, I think Xiao Ao needs to raise a little bit of the wildness of a snow mastiff."

Jisang tilted his head and thought for a while, "Yes."

"That……"

"But it's too small now."

……

"Aw... Aww."

Xiao Ao seemed to be particularly sensitive to strangers, Jisang hugged Xiao Ao, kicked Qingming's calf, and said, "Xuanyuan is here."

Qingming changed his ears and resigned to his fate to open the door.

As soon as Xuan Yuan came in, he saw Xiao Ao, "You raised it?"

The little one yelled.

"Xiao Ao is probably hungry, Sangsang, go feed it something to eat."

Jisang carried Xiao Ao into the kitchen.

"Thank you, when did you know?"

Qingming never Jisang leaves her for a while, but this time it was obvious that she wanted him to take Xiao Ao away on purpose.

It is difficult for the ghost race to be felt in the Six Realms, but many animals can feel their aura, the snow mastiff is one of them, and Xiao Ao stays with the two gods all day, and the aura will be stronger than ordinary snow mastiffs. Mastiffs are taller.

Qingming sat down and poured him a cup of tea, without answering his question, "I'm not afraid that I'll kill you."

Xuan Yuan took a sip, not feeling nervous at all, "He is already dead, how can he kill him?"

"The soul flies away and disappears into nothingness."

"You will not."

"So confident?"

"Otherwise you won't let me go until now."

Qingming smiled and said: "I won't kill you, because you are not heinous, but what you want to do is against the law of heaven."

Xuanyuan's eyes became bleak, and he said: "I know."

Qingming has also done things against the way of nature, for some people, these are really not important.

Although Qingming didn't know what Xuanyuan was for, perhaps because of the same experience, he understood him somewhat.

Xuan Yuan is the old ghost in Nanya City, a ten thousand year old ghost.

He didn't do anything bad, but he accidentally discovered that the altar could absorb the moonlight, so he borrowed the formation inside and stole the moonlight.

He can't cultivate spiritual power, but he needs spiritual power to resurrect a person.

As for Jisang, it was purely because his spiritual power was too strong. On the altar, he was affected by the old ghost's formation, so he lost his spiritual power.

He didn't know about the sacrifice of the flower demon clan on the other side, so he didn't expect that he almost killed them.

Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows, and said: "I'm really curious, with my yin energy, Jisang will be affected even if I'm not prepared, why don't you, what kind of thing are you?"

The ghost clan's yin energy is high, disturbing people's minds, and dissipating spirit power. The higher the cultivation level of the ghost, the greater the effect of dissipating spirits. As for Xuanyuan, it is estimated that there is no ghost with a higher cultivation base than him in the Six Realms.

Qingming said: "I don't know."

Jisang has fed Xiao Ao, and she has come out.

Obediently holding Xiao Ao and walking over, as soon as he got close to Xuan Yuan, he started to yell again.

Jisang frowned, Xiao Ao is not a dog that likes to bark, what's the matter.

Qingming raised his eyes, "Still hiding."

Xuanyuan lifted his legs to leave, and when he passed by Jisang, he didn't forget to add, "It's really ugly."

Xiao Ao: "Aw... Aw... Aw..."

Run quickly.

Qingming patted her thigh, "Come here, I'll give you a hug."

Jisang walked over and sat down in Qingming's arms.

Fair and beautiful, with a slender waist and soft body, Qingming hugged him a little tighter.

"What happened to Xuanyuan?"

Qingming touched his waist, a little distracted, "Sangsang, let me tell you something."

Jisang stared at him with round eyes, tilted her head and looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Xuanyuan is that old ghost."

"The one that steals Yuehua."

"Ah."

"Oh."

Jisang didn't have any ideas, and he didn't want to know why Qingming didn't care about him. As long as Qingming was around these things, it wouldn't be his turn to have a headache.

Xiaoao is holding Jisang's index finger and playing happily, Jisang watches him play, Qingming looks at Jisang, the hand that was originally only on the waist is getting more and more presumptuous.

Jisang ignored him, because he was too lazy to talk to him, but unfortunately, Qingming's understanding became tacit consent.

The hand went up along the curve of the waist, around the butterfly bone, lingered at the collarbone for a while, and reached into the placket.

Jisang raised his free hand and patted his paw.

Qingming laughed dryly, finally communicated with his master, and wanted to have an in-depth exchange. As a result, Jisang had a great time playing with Xiaoao all day long.

He reached out to touch Jisang's face, took advantage of him not paying attention, kissed him vigorously, and held his hand after the kiss, "Don't hit me."

Jisang buried her head in his arms, withdrew her hand, and made a smile where he couldn't see.

Xuanyuan still came here every now and then, and he didn't care about Xiao Ao's howling every time he saw him.

Every time he left, Xiao Ao had to rest for a few days, and waited for him to come before fighting again.

The weather is fine today, Qingming takes Jisang to drink tea and listen to books in the tea house.

The storyteller is telling a story about a fox bewitching a scholar.

There are many such stories in the world, and they are very common, and there are not many such stories in any storyteller.

Ordinary people don't have a good opinion of foxes. Some of the high-level ones have the evil concubine who is a disaster for the country.

Jisang drank a cup of tea angrily, "It's obvious that the scholar is greedy for the fox's beauty, why do you say that the fox is not good."

Qingming laughed heartily, covered his ears with her hands, kissed him, and said, "They are jealous."

"Brother Qingming, why are you willing to bring your little beauty out?"

Xuan Yuan went upstairs.

Jisang often likes to stay in the house, Xuanyuan often laughs at him, saying that Qingming is afraid that someone will covet him, so he won't let him go out.

After all, when he saw Jisang for the first time, he was also shocked by Jisang's beauty.

Although the main reason for sending someone out to invite Jisang at that time was because it was obvious that the two of them were not very human.

Xuanyuan sat down next to Jisang very naturally. Compared with Jisang, he still prefers Jisang's, Qingming, um, not to his liking.

"Why didn't you see that little screaming thing?"

Qingming handed him a cup of tea, "It's too small, it's not good to bring it to a place with many people, you can play it by yourself at home."

"Guest officers, the story that the little old man told this time is a true story, and it happened in our Nanya City."

The previous story has been told, and the storyteller changed to another one, and started to tell a new story.

This storyteller is an old man, looks a bit old, but he is very energetic, with a red light on his face, when he tells the story, his eyes twinkle, it is really like the story he saw with his own eyes.

This is an old storyteller in Nanya City. Many people here have heard him tell stories, and they are very supportive.

They all cheered.

"Speaking of which, at the beginning of chaos, the first ghost was born in the world..."

"it is good……"

There was applause below, and melon seeds and peanut shells fluttered around.

This is not the first time this story has been told, but ordinary people are always in awe and curiosity about the way of ghosts and gods, and of course it is very popular.

"This ghost has lived for a long, long time, so long that he doesn't even know what night it is, so he wants to go out of the ghost world to relax..."

Qingming looked at Xuanyuan with a very calm look, "Do you know your fellow clan?"

Xuanyuan peeled a dried fruit and handed it to Jisang as if offering a treasure, but Jisang ignored him and was not embarrassed, took it back and ate it by himself, "I know, a lonely old ghost."

"This ghost came to our Nanya City. At that time, Nanya City was full of lotus flowers. It was still very beautiful..."

"There are still lotus flowers in Nanya City, why haven't I seen lotus leaves?"

Now is not the season for lotus, but even if there is no lotus, there should be green leaves.

"it's gone now."

"Do not talk."

Jisang suddenly said that he was quite curious about the story, and the two of them chattered in a jabber, disturbing him from listening to the story.

Regarding Jisang's words, Qingming naturally obeyed and shut up obediently.

"After meeting this Nansheng girl, this old ghost lived here in Nanya City."

"It's a pity, this Nansheng girl has a sweetheart for a long time, this ghost doesn't understand, she insists on this girl being with me."

……

"Later, he killed Nan Sheng's sweetheart, and the good Nan Sheng girl found a free time and jumped from the tower, and she died in a beautiful way."

After the story was finished, some people left in the teahouse. Although it was a true story at the beginning, not many people took it seriously. Many storytellers would start like this.

"Do you still want to listen?"

Qingming asked Jisang, Jisang shook his head and said: "This story is not good, don't listen to it."

It's not good at all, three people, none of them have a good ending.

Qingming took Jisang and left.

According to Xuanyuan's temperament, he would follow up with a cheeky face, maybe he just came not long ago, so he sat in the teahouse by himself, drinking tea by himself.

Like drinking.

"Is Xuanyuan the old ghost in the story?"

Jisang raised his head and asked stupidly.

The sky was still clear just now, but after coming out of the teahouse, it was raining finely.

Qingming held a 48-section bamboo umbrella, "Maybe."

Many people think that the stories circulating in these teahouses are all made up, but even many of the made up stories have changed from reality, even if they have changed beyond recognition, there will be some shadows to some extent.

The two walked very slowly, the rain was swaying, and the umbrella was not very good at blocking it. Qingming stood in the direction of the wind, protecting Jisang from the wind and rain.

The lifespan of gods is very long, tens of thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, and even the same life as the heaven and the earth. Such a dim and cold day is very good.

Fate is long, and time becomes repetitive. Many people who have lived for a long time don't want to live anymore. What's the point of living a life that remains the same, but with Jisang by my side, Qingming thinks, even if it is like this day after day Life, walking with Jisang over and over again, hugging him again and again, are very good days, every moment, don't want it to pass, it is worth cherishing.