my voice is poisonous

Yan Qingjiang followed the breath, but reached the top of the mountain all the way.

On the tip of the mountain stands a simple thatched cottage, trembling in the mountain wind, as if it could be overturned by a strong wind.

The door of the house was ajar, a lamp was lit in front of the window, and the dim candlelight reflected a person's shadow on the window paper.

The man was obviously a man, with a crown on his hair and broad shoulders. He seemed to be standing at the table in front of the window, writing a book, and he didn't know what he was writing.

The man was a little thin and tall, just by looking at him like this, he was really similar to Wen Yu.

Yan Qingjiang's breath immediately became short of breath, he was overjoyed, he raised his foot and took two steps forward, and was about to raise his hand to push the half-closed door, but suddenly someone in the room said: "I don't know who is outside the door Shanyou?"

The man's voice was cold and cold, but it fit well with that breath, but after listening to it like this, he didn't look like Wen Yu anymore.

Yan Qingjiang's heart fell down again, and he lay trembling in his chest. His throat moved, and he called out tentatively with a trembling voice: "Wen Yu?"

The people in the room paused for a moment, but did not respond. Yan Qingjiang waited anxiously and restlessly for a moment, and the door in front of him opened with a bang.

He stood in front of the door and looked into the house, only to see the person in front of the window standing steadily like a green pine, holding a pen with one hand behind his back, with a stern face, indifferent phoenix eyes, and a voice like his own.

There was not even a trace of emotion in the eyes he looked at Yan Qingjiang: "Shanyou must have admitted the wrong person, and the lower and upper students are—"

In the middle of his speech, he lowered his eyes to look at the pages of the book spread out on the table, pursed his lips, raised his head again, and said calmly: "——he is a scholar who studies poetry and books in Changle Mountain and is waiting for the imperial examination. "

When Yan Qingjiang heard the words, his heart died again. He twitched his brows, and quickly mocked himself, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he cupped his hands in a salute to the elegant mountain scholar. , and said in the same way: "The lower Yanqing River is the demon in Changle Mountain."

Shangsheng: "..."

When he was halfway up the mountain, Shang Sheng felt that a demon was coming on the mountain. He thought it was coming towards him, but unexpectedly, the man came up the mountain and stood outside his door for a long time, but called out to him. relevant name.

He deliberately wanted to test him out, so he just introduced himself to him as if he was a mortal, but unexpectedly, the demon was quite sincere, without any cover-up, so he called himself a demon so straightforwardly.

Shangsheng felt that he had lost his identity in this, and he was not as honest as a demon.

A god always has the pride of a god. He lives in this remote mountain. Although he is harassed by monsters from time to time, he still has his debts. He can't be prejudiced against all the monsters in this world.

The demon in front of him looked like a young man of sixteen or seventeen, with a trace of sadness disturbed by lovesickness between his brows and eyes. When he opened the door and saw him just now, disappointment and desolation flashed in his eyes. There is a magic pattern in the shape of a phoenix feather, which is——

Shang Sheng put down the pen casually, turned to face Yan Qingjiang, and said in a cold voice: "You are a fallen immortal?! What was your original title? Why did you become a demon?"

The corner of Yan Qingjiang's lips twitched when he heard the words, the celestial aura in Shangsheng's body was constantly circulating, obviously hiding his true identity, and among the six star kings of the Southern Dipper in the sky, there was one named "Shangsheng". Asking, it confirmed Yan Qingjiang's conjecture even more.

Yan Qingjiang glanced at him lightly, but he didn't care much, and answered him lightly: "I yearned for a man 200 years ago, and after his death, I became a demon in my heart. ...It is not an important matter, don't be nervous, I have never been a fairy, so I won't embarrass the gods in the sky."

"The mortal you yearn for is Wen Yu?" Shang Sheng's expression changed, but his voice slowed down three minutes, "You recognized me as him just now?"

"En." Yan Qingjiang nodded in response, turned his eyes to him, and said truthfully, "Shangsheng must be Nandou Xingjun. When I was at the foot of the mountain just now, I only vaguely noticed that Xingjun's aura is somewhat similar to Wen Yu. Now that I think about it, I have admitted to the wrong person and bothered me."

After Yan Qingjiang finished speaking, he bowed again and was about to raise his hand to close the door again, but he heard the superior said again: "Come in and sit first, it is fate to meet you."

Yan Qingjiang was startled, then thanked him, and entered the room.

Shang Sheng went to the table and poured a cup of tea with him, and placed it in front of him, but he reminded him, recalling that more than 200 years ago, he was struck by lightning from Si Ming Xingjun in the mountains, and fell on a A star shines on a mortal.

I don't know if the lover in front of the devil's mouth is that mortal.If so, then it must have some origins.

He just kept his expression on his face and didn't say anything, the host greeted the guests in a full manner, Yan Qingjiang raised his eyes and glanced at him, and drank the tea, not knowing what he was planning, so he just sat upright.

Shang Sheng went to the table and opened the window halfway, letting the mountain wind blow into the window lattice, and the smell of moist soil in the wind was fresh and pleasant, and he said: "It's going to rain."

Yan Qingjiang gave a "hmm", and saw that Shang Sheng was busy with his own work, and put away all the books on the table, fearing that the raindrops would come in later and wet the books.

"Xingjun also likes to read this mortal book?" Yan Qingjiang only felt that this Xingjun was so inhumane when he spoke, and looked cold, but he was still easy to get along with, so he whispered He asked again: "Why is Lord Xing in this mountain?"

Shangsheng was arrogant and open-minded, just now he felt that he had lost his status as a god by lying to him, this time when he asked him, he answered him straightforwardly: "All these are written by me, some are folk legends , some of them are true stories...unfortunately, I have been wandering in this world for more than two hundred years, and I have nothing to do, so I re-edited those stories and wrote them into a storybook."

Yan Qingjiang was quite surprised when he heard the words. He didn't like to read serious poems and books 200 years ago, but preferred to read some biographies. I must take some time to make up for him the Four Books and Five Classics.

As soon as he thought about Wen Yu, his expression became a little depressed, but Shang Sheng sat down in front of him, his eyes were far away, his tone was rigid and cold, and although there were doubts in his words, there was a touch of lingering in his words: "As for me why?" In this mountain... huh... Although my situation is not very similar to yours, it is not far from it... One of my disciples set up a trick to deceive me, and then I made some mistakes and was sent off. I didn't feel anything at first, but after she left, I realized that maybe I liked her a little bit. But whether I like her or not, I don't know much, so I When I came to the world and thought about finding her, maybe I would understand."

"Then did you find it?" Yan Qingjiang, who is also a degenerate in Tianya, said with a feeling of sympathy after hearing his words.

"No." Shang Sheng took a sip of tea and looked back at him.

Yan Qingjiang held the teacup in his hand, staring at the clear water in it, and sighed in a low voice: "Yes, I am stupid. If you found it, why would you write other people's stories here?"

"So, what about your story?" Shang Sheng waited for him to finish drinking, then refilled the tea for him, "It's been a long night, and it's raining outside again, I think you won't be able to leave tonight, so why don't you tell me what's on your mind Listen."

When he was in the sky, he was a god who commanded orders. When he came down to the earth, he also loved to find stories about ordinary people.

Yan Qingjiang was holding hot tea in his palm, and the rain was pattering outside the window, and the sound of the rain became louder in a blink of an eye. His eyebrows and eyes were hidden behind the curling water vapor, and the evil spirit and resentment that had been condensed in the corners of his eyes and brows for a long time suddenly seemed like Melted out of the general.

"My story?" He chuckled in a trance and said, "It's very short..."

Yan Qingjiang and Wen Yu have only been together for a year since they met and separated. No matter how detailed he described the time of that year, there is nothing to say until the moon is in the sky.

Shang Sheng then continued to tell his own story, he and his disciple Ao Qinglian had been together for about a hundred years, but during those hundred years, the two did not know each other, let alone love each other?

Although Shang Sheng is not difficult to get along with, he cherishes words like gold, and his story is not as deep-rooted as Yan Qingjiang. She has a certain amount of advances and retreats, is not chaotic, and is more arrogant than ordinary Xian'e. But in the end, she became the Monkey King, not to mention disrupting the heavens, and even being sent to the lower realms is what she wanted. appearance. I just found out that I have never understood her. "

It rained endlessly in the mountains, and it was not easy for two sad people to meet each other, so they drank a sip of tea and uttered a sad experience, what you said, what I said.

When the pot of tea was finished, the rain outside hadn't stopped, and the sky was so dark that we couldn't tell the time.

On weekdays, one person could not drink much tea, so a stove was set up outside the house to boil a pot of water, and one cup a day was enough.A guest came today, the water was not enough to drink, he saw that the teapot was empty, so he raised his finger and knocked on the lid, and the pot was filled with hot water immediately.

As soon as he cast the spell, the star soul around him moved. Yan Qingjiang's eyes paused, and he raised his eyes and couldn't help but said to him again: "Xingjun's breath-it's really very similar to Wen Yu... ..."

Shangsheng also had a talk with him at Bingzhuye, seeing that he was not bad-natured, and he was so infatuated that he could even remember the breath of his little lover for more than 200 years, so he felt a little soft-hearted.

Now he can be regarded as half a person in the world of mortals, so naturally he can empathize with Yan Qingjiang's experience more, so he thought for a while and said: "If what you said is true, maybe I can help you find the identity of your lover Reincarnation."

Shang Sheng thought to himself, he has been in the world all these years in a hurry, and his temper is also cold, since the star soul was split behind, he never paid attention to it.

A mortal with his astral soul left in his body, if he has accumulated enough blessings, he will be able to directly knock on the immortal door; if he is reincarnated, perhaps because of the astral soul, he will always have better ears and eyes than ordinary people. No matter how hard you work, you will surely stand out in the world. Finding such a person is easier than finding a needle in a haystack.

Yan Qingjiang was only in charge of the longevity of all living beings in the mortal world, and finding someone was just a matter of effort, and he didn't think about other things.

He shook his head, nodded again, his eyes flickered after nodding, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Seeing that he was so hesitant, Shang Sheng did not urge him. After a long while, he only heard Yan Qingjiang whisper: "If you help me find his reincarnation, just show me how he is doing now. If he has a wife and son You don't need to tell me."

What he said didn't look like a devil at all, he was reasonable and not overbearing.

Shang Sheng couldn't help but laugh, but still had a cold face on his face, he only pulled the corner of his mouth, gave him a sideways look, and scolded him in a cold voice: "Excellent."

Yan Qingjiang laughed at himself, and was about to speak, but Shang Sheng frowned, and suddenly said without beginning or end: "Why did you come so fast this time?"

Without waiting for Yan Qingjiang to think about it, someone outside the door raised his voice and said: "Shang Hua and the new Xingjun, please come back to Tianji Palace!"

Before the man finished speaking, Yan Qingjiang's eyes flickered, and he raised his head in disbelief and quickly exchanged a glance with Shang Sheng.

Shang Sheng flicked his sleeves and disappeared, but Yan Qingjiang got up straight and pushed the door out - there were two streams of immortal energy outside the door, one of which was not very secure, but it was indeed the same as the immortal energy released by Shang Sheng just now same!

The rain outside the house has stopped, dawn is approaching, everything is silent, a ray of orange-yellow warm light has leaked out from the layers of clouds and mist, slowly revealing the indigo blue sky, and a few residual stars are sparsely scattered on it.

The rain on the eaves slid down the thatched grass, and landed on Yan Qingjiang's forehead with a "pop". He just stood there in a daze under the eaves, looking at the man dressed in plain white brocade and wearing a moth on his head ten steps away. The young man with the crown murmured, "Wen—Yu."

The young man was full of fairy air, his eyebrows were peaceful, and his expression was cold, as if he didn't care about everything. He raised his eyes to look at Yan Qingjiang when he heard the sound, his eyebrows raised slightly, his pupils trembled, and his voice was extremely soft , as if he was only talking to himself, he asked with some doubts: "Yan Qingjiang?"

He has been awake for more than sixty days now, reviewing official documents every day, flipping through mortal life books, and reading some rigid written records of human history from those books. A Shanghua star official said, I remember that even though I remember, but——

"Do you recognize him?" Although his voice was low, he was still overheard by the star official Shanghua. He leaned his head to Wen Yu's ear, but he whispered to him very quickly. , "Stay back, this man is a demon."

Wen Yu was startled when he heard the words, and glanced at Shang Hua, seeing that he was on guard, thinking that what he said was true.

He didn't move, just took a breath, and quickly flipped through the past events and written records related to Yan Qingjiang in his mind, but there was an indifference in his eyes that had nothing to do with him, he raised his hand far away, and looked at Yan Qingjiang. Zhengzheng bowed his hands and made a bow.

Seeing him calling his name, Yan Qingjiang's eyes lit up, and his whole body trembled slightly. He was ecstatic and excited, and even the bright red in the corners of his eyes became more and more beautiful. He couldn't care about Wen Yu for a while. Why are you here? I only think that Wen Yu is back!

He wanted to lift his feet to walk towards him, but felt that his legs were sore and limp, and he was so happy that he was hopeless.

Yan Qingjiang's eyes were red and filled with tears, but suddenly he saw Wen Yu bowing to him with cold eyes, without saying a word.Yan Qingjiang was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head on a cold day for nine days, and he was so cold that he was so frightened that most of his three souls and seven souls were scattered.

"Wen, Wen Yu," Yan Qingjiang asked in a daze at a loss, "Don't you recognize me?"

"I recognize it." Wen Yuwen said with an expressionless face and a flat tone, "Long time no see."

Yan Qingjiang: "..."

"You, what happened to you?" Yan Qingjiang became more and more at a loss, he staggered two steps forward, his eyes were innocent and puzzled, and he was about to cry the next moment.

As soon as he moved, the Shanghua star official beside Wen Yu walked around behind Wen Yu with one hand, dragged him by the back of his clothes and led him back two steps quickly, and shouted: "Bold monster, you have to take another step forward!" !"

Yan Qingjiang's pupils trembled when he heard the words, and subconsciously stopped where he was. He saw Wen Yu frowned and retreated, as if he regarded him as a scourge, and with a flick of his eyelashes, he squeezed a tear from his eye socket.

He only felt that he had tasted the feeling of being ashamed before, but now it seemed that he was too naive.

He looked at Wen Yu motionlessly from a distance of one meter away, his eyes were hollow, the magic pattern on his forehead flashed, the corners of his eyes were bright red, and his pale as paper complexion gave him a sinister aura.

Wen Yu frowned slightly, and a trace of pity flashed across his eyes, which he didn't even notice.

Shang Hua was also a lively and kind fairy in the past. Seeing his words and actions, he cried at the sight of this pure-looking devil bullying him. He also thought that this person was also an old friend of his immediate boss, so he wanted to simply send him away. He persuaded him, and after coughing, he put on airs and pretended to be serious, and said in a deep voice: "Wen Yu is now the new Xingjun of my Tianji Palace, and the past and the past are just passing by, and besides, gods and demons are not fellow travelers. , no matter what entanglement you two had in the previous life, let it go in the future."

"Let it go?" Yan Qingjiang snorted softly when he heard the words, turned his eyes, and looked at Wen Yu again from the hazy tears.

I saw that the new Xingjun didn't blink his eyelashes, he was pale and cold, he just cupped his hands and bowed to him: "I'm sorry."

In a trance, there was another gust of mountain wind, wrapped in the coolness after the rain, blowing up the petals that had been knocked down by the rain, and the plain white pear blossoms were flying and circling in the air.

Yan Qingjiang thought at that moment, 200 years ago, his lover who made pianos, carved lamps, taught and read poems for him had really been buried in the sarcophagus by him, and died before the beginning of winter in the 18th year of Qing'an.

The old people and the past have all turned into loess.

"Oh," Yan Qingjiang suddenly snorted mockingly. He thought about Wen Yu for so long, and read him for so long, but he never expected the ending like this.

He raised his head and laughed loudly, describing his insanity, and his whole body was full of demonic energy. His stern laughter suppressed pain and unwillingness, and echoed throughout the mountains, startling the birds to sing and flying out of the woods.

Yan Qingjiang yelled sharply: "Aren't gods and demons fellow travelers? Who did I become a demon for?!"

Wen Yu stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, closed his eyes and said, "Sorry."

Although he didn't know why Yan Qingjiang became a demon, he knew that when he died, Yan Qingjiang was still in the mansion, and he thought that his becoming a demon had a lot to do with him.

"Sorry?" The magic lines on Yan Qingjiang's forehead became more and more bright. He suppressed tears and let out a muffled laugh, laughing at his own stupidity and infatuation, "You became a fairy...why didn't you tell me? You gave up your fairy body to become a demon! Guarding your bones for 200 years! Now you are separated from your gods and demons... Do you just say sorry?!"

Wen Yu has not yet developed a normal emotion, and is even more ruthless than an immortal who has no desires and desires. Seeing him so angry, he whispered again: "I'm sorry."

When Yan Qingjiang heard another apology from him, his pupils trembled, and the red corners of his eyes became more vivid, as if they were about to bleed immediately.He squinted his eyes, his murderous intentions suddenly arose, and he raised his hand to volley into the air, gathering a ball of dark green devilish energy!

"Hey! Speak well if you have something to say, don't do it!" Shang Hua Xingguan saw that his ultimate move had appeared, and his heart suddenly jumped. Wen Yu hadn't practiced much in spells, and he was a civil servant. He moved his hands, afraid that he would not be able to catch the three moves, he quickly waved his hands to dissuade him, "You are already a demon now, if you kill an immortal again, you will be burned by karma and struck by lightning!"

Yan Qingjiang sneered when he heard the words, as if he had heard a big joke, squinted at him, and said sarcastically: "Do you think it's easy for me to fall into the devil? Presumably when the thunder chased me 200 years ago, you Let's just watch the excitement in the sky!"

Wen Yu's eyebrows twitched, she still had that fickle look, but Shang Hua couldn't help blurting out, and asked in surprise: "The one who slayed demons 200 years ago—was you?!"

But Yan Qingjiang didn't answer him, with his hands suppressing the demonic energy, he only squinted at Wen Yu.

"Hey! I've been chatting so much with you two, Shangsheng Xingjun is about to run away again!" Shang Hua was sandwiched between the two of them, embarrassed and terrified, suddenly recalling the purpose of this time, screaming exaggeratedly With a sound, Wen Yu was thrown away and ran to the thatched hut alone.

Resentment and resentment welled up in Yan Qingjiang's heart, and the magic lines at the corners of his eyes moved with his demons, and grew longer and longer. Apart from apologizing, Wen Yu didn't know what to say to him.

With a cold and ruthless look on his face, and an unmoving posture, he looked at Yan Qingjiang from a distance without sadness or joy. Yan Qingjiang stared at him with hatred. Seeing his calmness, his eyes reflected Facing his grim self, he retracted his fingers suddenly, and actually pinched away the devilish energy. He felt that everything in front of him was extremely ridiculous, so he retreated first, and said in a crying voice, "That's all, that's all."

He bowed his head and the corners of his mouth trembled, and suddenly laughed wildly again, but the laughter was bitter and painful, tears made him laugh out, Wen Yu seemed to be trembling for his laughter, his eyelashes moved, and his eyes softened unconsciously for three point.

Yan Qingjiang stopped laughing, raised his eyes again, took a long breath, and smiled tearfully at Wen Yu, "Congratulations...Xing Jun——ranked in the immortal class."

"Don't dare." Wen Yu moved his lips and said coldly.

"200 years ago, King Xing asked me to send Lingmei to the witch clan after Jiangxian Peak," Yan Qingjiang's eyes were fixed in the void behind him, estranged and respectful, as if to a stranger With all the emotions, my throat choked, and after a pause, I said, "Now, Lingmei's time is approaching, if Mr. Xing... If nothing happens, then go to the Houwu Clan to see her for the last time. "

Wen Yu was startled: "Qinru?"

"Yes," Yan Qingjiang saw that his face was still calm, and his heart died completely, "Qinru."

"Hey! Shangsheng Xingjun ran away again!" Na Shanghua turned around in the room and came out, held the door with a mournful face, raised his finger and nodded Wen Yu, and wailed piteously, "It's all——ah ! Come back! Next time, let's move faster!"

Before he finished speaking, he jumped up and down in front of Wen Yu. Wen Yu responded to him, and bowed to Yan Qingjiang with his hands together: "Farewell."

In the next moment, the two of them turned into two silver lights and disappeared.

Yan Qingjiang waited for them to leave, but still stood in place, his eyes fell on the place where Wen Yu was standing just now, his lips trembled, and he smiled hoarsely at the void: "Farewell? Heh."

"He must have become a fairy because of the star soul on my body." Shang Sheng suddenly appeared behind him, Yan Qingjiang turned his head when he heard the sound, with tears hanging in his eyes, he was about to fall, Shang Sheng said, "I went down to earth 200 years ago, and a piece of starlight was struck by Si Ming Xingjun's lightning, and it fell on a mortal. It must be your lover."

Yan Qingjiang twitched his eyelashes, and responded with a sound, his face was full of vitality, and he looked lifeless.

Shang Sheng glanced at him again, and continued: "I saw your lover just now, and I knew that he was promoted to the immortal position by exception from the mortal world. This kind of immortal needs to soak in the immortal pool for 49 days to transform into an immortal." Go to a mortal love-desire. I don't think he doesn't remember you, but—"

His voice paused, Yan Qingjiang gathered a bunch of expectant eyes and cast him on him, Shang Sheng half tilted his head, avoiding him and said: "——It's because I don't love anymore."

"...Well." After Shang Sheng finished speaking, it took a long time before Yan Qingjiang lowered his eyes and returned in a low voice. He sighed and looked up to the horizon. The sun was rising and the fog was thinning , a little bit of golden light scattered, he seemed to give up, and even the demons in his heart faded away.

All the magic lines between his brows disappeared, and the red marks at the corners of his eyes faded.

"As soon as I gave birth to troubled feelings, he left. I didn't understand what love is in the past two hundred years. I just felt that even if he died, I wanted his bones to lie in the coffin with me... Unexpectedly, I saw him alive today, and became a fairy, and he has no love for me anymore... Although my heart hurts and bleeding, I am still happy. I just realized that I love him so deeply ..."

The last tear under his eyelids finally fell with a tremor. Yan Qingjiang turned his head and said to Shang Sheng, "Mr. Xing, I'm sorry for bothering you all night."

Shang Sheng was sinking into his confession, when he saw him clasped his hands in a bow, wiped the tears on his cheeks, turned and went down the mountain.

*****

Wen Yu can only generalize spells now, and what he is best at is just flying through the clouds.As soon as he and Shang Hua returned to Tianji Palace, they sat down for a cup of tea and got up inexplicably to leave again.

"Where are you going?" Seeing him pinching his fingers, Shang Hua almost spit out a mouthful of tea.

"Go to Jiangxian Peak." Wen Yu disappeared in a flash.

Shang Hua let out a "ha", and said to the empty palace in disbelief: "The masters of the Tianji Palace, why are there two masters who love to go to the world without saying hello?"

The author has something to say:

Once you take down the chapter, you will be tortured back, no scum!He is definitely not a scumbag!Shou is not cheap!

Absolutely!

I just said Shangsheng is very cute!However, does anyone watch bg?

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