Daoists will flirt with me if they disagree

Since then, Mr. Guo's small courtyard has suddenly become crowded.

Waking up early in the morning, the courtyard was very lively. He was determined to practice swordsmanship in the courtyard, and the fair-faced young man prepared meals and placed them on the table.

The young man in the green shirt chattered and taught the young man: "I brought you here to let you cook? Every day, you can eat porridge, pastry and side dishes. You can't eat enough in Qingfengguan."

The young Bai Nen replied in a soft voice: "You can't just do nothing, the Taoist priest still has to chop firewood."

The young man in the blue shirt quit immediately, and flicked his chopsticks: "Do you want me to do rough work too?"

Zhixin put down the bowl and cleared his throat.

There was a thin line in the middle of the pupils of the young man in green shirt, and it was especially scary when he stared at people. He gave Zhixin a look, and picked up the chopsticks by himself.

"If you want my brother to fry fish, you have to have fish. After dinner, I'll go to the river to have a look." The white tender boy turned to the third son of Guo and said, "Brother, I caught a fish, can you fry it for us? "

"...I don't know how to do it." Mr. Guo San finished the porridge in the bowl in a few gulps, put his books on his hands and went to the academy.

Every day when he comes home, Zhixin either chops firewood or cleans the yard. There is always a snake coiled on his recliner, and there is a small mouse on his back.

The little mouse is fine, but Huang Kuai always appears in his room suddenly in the shape of a snake, sometimes hanging down from the beams, sometimes crawling into his quilt in the middle of the night, and even hiding in his bed when he is taking a bath. In the tub.

Zhixin kicked the door with a bang and came in, his face was red and white with anger, he fished Huang Kuai out of the water and threw it out of the window.

Then I heard Huang Kuai's noise outside: "Smelly Taoist priest, you have never seen it. I have seen him when he didn't wear clothes in his previous life. If you have the ability, I will forget everything."

The breath of perseverance was unstable, golden light shone on his forehead, and bead-sized beads of sweat rolled down his temples. Third Master Guo was startled: "Master Daoist, please go out first."

Zhixin held the doorframe in a daze for a while, then turned around and went out. He actually made a deep palm print on the wooden doorframe.

The third son of Guo looked at the palm print on the door frame, his mind was spinning a thousand times, and his heart sank a little bit.

The next day, Zhixin explained to Huang Kuai and the little mouse, and then he left.

The third son of Guo breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't know that Huang Kuai had followed him closely since he got up early, until he entered the school to teach, he still heard the sound of "sizzling" from time to time, and Huang Kuai was coiled on the beam of the house. above.

When I came out of the school in the afternoon, I don't know when Huang Kuai turned into a human and waited for him at the door. It seemed that he was going home with him again.

He walked slowly on the street, and when he saw Taibai Wine Shop, he turned in. Huang Kuai didn't seem to be able to smell the wine, so he could only stand outside the door with a pair of amber eyes staring at him.

The third son of Guo smiled, beat two taels of burnt greens, and handed over two letters to the shopkeeper for entrustment.

It was night, and the third son Guo was sleeping soundly, when he suddenly felt a slightly rough and cold touch on his face, he opened his eyes suddenly, and a figure sat beside his bed.

"what--"

The figure moved his fingers and pinched his lips: "It's me."

The third son of Guo only felt that Zhixin's hand on his face was extremely cold, he turned his face to the side and asked, "Master Daoist, why did you come to my room in the middle of the night?"

Zhixin withdrew his hand, took out a cloth bag from his bosom, and took out something inside. The thing itself exuded white light, it was actually a small grass wrapped in thick ice crystals.

The third son of Guo suddenly felt that his room was like an ice cellar, and his whole body trembled.

Zhixin who was holding that thing didn't seem to notice it, he said, "You ate it."

The third son of Guo was silent, holding on to the grass and not moving, the only sound in the silent room was the staggered breathing of the two of them.

"Prince Zhixin, please leave my house tomorrow."

"You want to drive me away?" Zhixin's voice trembled.

Third Young Master Guo made up his mind: "That's right, I was kind enough to keep the Daoist Master to rest at my house, but Daoist Master, your behavior is really weird. I'm sorry that you can't stay as Daoist Master if you are not polite enough."

Then there was another long silence. The third son of Guo felt that the air in the whole room was going to be drained by Zhixin and this grass. After a long time, Zhixin said: "You eat it first, and if you If you want me to go, I... just go."

"Okay!" The third son of Guo took something from Zhixin's hand without hesitation and swallowed it in one gulp. An extremely cold air flowed down his throat and reached his abdomen in an instant.

"No!" The golden light on Zhixin's forehead began to flicker again, and he said anxiously, "Open your mouth!"

ah?Mr. Guo San is really confused, whether to let him eat or not to let him eat...

Zhixin didn't say any more, and stretched out his right hand to cover his mouth. The third son of Guo only felt that the energy from just now was reversed again, and then he saw that Zhixin's entire arm was quickly wrapped in a layer of ice crystals.

The third son of Guo turned pale with shock: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." The golden seal on Zhixin's forehead was fully revealed, and he swiped his left hand along his right arm, and the ice crystal disappeared without a trace, and then he lowered his right arm.

Third Young Master Guo's forehead was also covered with sweat, and he asked, "Shouldn't you be eating like that?"

"Crimson grass grows and dies when picked in Kunlun, so I seal it with ice crystals to keep it alive. When eating, I can only remove the ice crystals in my mouth."

The third son of Guo was annoyed and angry: "Why didn't you make it clear earlier!"

Stay silent.

"According to what the Taoist said, I have already eaten, the Taoist can go back to the room."

"You just ate crimson grass, let me take care of you for another night."

"... up to you." The third son of Guo didn't want to talk to him, and lay down with his face on the bed and his back to him.

This night, he didn't know if he fell asleep or not. Every time he turned over, he could see Zhixin sitting beside the bed, and he became more and more irritable, fearing that there was something wrong with the crimson grass.

I don't know when, the sound of a little mouse playing with pots and pans came from the yard, and at the same time, there was Huang Kuai's scolding of "I am the only one, don't make me unhappy". There was the sound of Huang Kuai chopping firewood while chattering.

If you don't wake up, you will be woken up by their movements. The third son of Guo opened his eyes, and Zhuo Xin's face almost immediately poked out from the side, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Master." He called out.

"Huh?" Zhixin's expression seemed very excited, his chapped lips trembled slightly, "Are you awake?"

"What will happen if I eat crimson grass?"

Zhixin was stunned, and pondered for a while: "It is rumored that Kunlun crimson grass can bring people back to life and restore their past memories."

Third Young Master Guo smiled: "Rumor?"

Zhixin nodded hesitantly.

"Then it doesn't seem to work." Guo Sangong said.

After breakfast, the third son of Guo stood beside the gate of his courtyard with a book between his hands.

The little mouse looked at him with a small burden on his back, tears blurred: "Brother, we are leaving."

"En." The third son of Guo turned his face to the side and responded in a low voice.

Suddenly there was a chilling feeling on the neck, Huang Kuai turned into a snake and snaked around his neck, raised a snake's head to his face for a while, and then opened his mouth to vomit. Yan said: "You are so unreasonable. If you don't remember the Taoist priest, you should also remember me, otherwise you would not be him!"

The third son of Guo showed no fear at all, he just replied: "I don't know what you are talking about, it has nothing to do with me."

"Hmph!" Huang Kuai flicked his body and wrapped himself around the little mouse's arm.

The last thing that came out was Perseverance. He was holding Buddha dust in his left hand, and his right hand was hanging weakly, as if he was injured by the ice crystal and couldn't move. Third Master Guo bit his lip and turned his gaze away.

"You really can't remember what happened in your previous life?" Zhixin asked.

"...Well." The third son of Guo looked into his eyes and said, "Since it is the past, why should the Taoist priest worry about it anymore, please let the Taoist priest put it down."

Seeing the golden seal on Zhixin's forehead looming again, Third Young Master Guo turned around and closed the courtyard door and locked it, and cupped his hands at the two demons in this line: "I'm hurrying to the school, I won't see you off soon." After speaking, he turned and left .

The third son of Guo felt as if there was a big stone in his heart. Even if Zhuanxin really kept his word, he didn't dare to relax since he left his house that day. After all, Zhixin followed him all the way from the capital. He didn't even notice when he came to Jiangnan.

He went to Taibai Winery to order wine, counting the days, the shopkeeper had gone to the capital for more than ten days, and when the second brother received the letter, he would help him find out the news, but he didn't know when it would be...

When Zhixin came to him, he carried a lot of things on his back, but when he left, he took away a lot less, leaving behind a zither and a xun.

The word 'Yu Xiu' is engraved on the tail of that qin.

Passionate since ancient times has spared hatred, if you wake up drunk, everything will rest.

The third son of Guo plucked his fingers, and the strings trembled, thinking that he had lived for more than twenty years, but it was like a dream, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead...

He suddenly stopped with his hands and stabilized the strings, then walked to the window and opened it. In the moonlight, Zhixin stood in the courtyard holding an umbrella.

He really never left...

Zhixin turned around and looked at him: "Is this piano in line with the benefactor's wishes?"

The third son of Guo walked back to the table in a hurry, and knocked the qin to the ground with a wave of his arm. Unexpectedly, with a sound of "clang", two strings of the qin broke.

He turned around in a daze and glanced at Zhixin, and sure enough, Zhixin's face became extremely ugly, and the golden seal on his forehead was shining endlessly.

Third Young Master Guo was terrified, he was afraid that what he did just now would have annoyed him, he was about to bend down, when Zhixin suddenly came up to him, and then he felt the pain of being pinched through his shoulders, his body fell and fell Throw it on the bed.

"You are a cultivator, how can you—" Third Young Master Guo was burning with anxiety, but suddenly he couldn't make a sound when he opened and closed his mouth.

He struggled desperately, trying to kick Zhixin off his body, Zhixin opened his mouth to read a few words, and his body froze and fell on the bed.

He stared helplessly, but it was a pity that people were using knives and I was fish, so he could only watch Zhixin tear his clothes with his hands.

He finally couldn't take it anymore, tears trickled down the corners of his eyes one by one, staining the mole in the corner of his eyes as if they were real teardrops.

He looked up at the golden seal on Zhixin's forehead, his eye sockets were about to burst, until the sharp pain that seemed to be splitting his body, a line of blood snaked out from the corner of his mouth.

Zhixin wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth again and again.