Daoist, I am married

"No, it's not good at all, you believe me. On the contrary, it's you, for my good image in your parents' hearts, don't let me pass this time. When I have time, I will definitely prepare a big gift, serious Come visit them."

Ming Cong: "You don't need to do this, we..."

He Shouwu patted every night: "Let's go, let them chat slowly."

So the two left the two who were struggling with the question of whether to go home or not, and took the lead to go to the place where Tong Ling was sealed.

The sealed area is an area shared by Qingluo. This area is in the central area of ​​Qingluo, and it is guarded by Qingluo disciples all the year round. However, He Shouwu has no instructions to enter and exit, so it is not difficult to enter.

This place is a formation formed by the eyes of each formation, which looks like a chessboard, so it is called the Star Luo Formation.Each eye of the formation suppresses and seals different evils, but some have high cultivation and some are low, and the spiritual power of each place is not balanced, so the star array can only be used to balance the spiritual power of all directions.

The two came to a formation eye. On the formation eye was a black stone in the shape of a chess piece, and the stone was covered with talismans.He Shouwu glanced at Buye, and Buye nodded to him.

He Shouwu injected spiritual power into the eyes of the image array to maintain balance, and gathered spiritual power overnight to feel the edible substances.

The surrounding spirit talismans rattled, and the black stone slowly rose up, revealing a small opening. Below the small opening was a golden magic circle, and in the circle was a cloud of invisible black air.

"I've turned back my soul." Buye muttered, stretching out his hand to suck out a large cloud of black air from his small mouth.

Demon spirits have their own entities, and so do evil spirits.And when the evil entity starts to dissipate and starts to turn back into a cloud of black energy like an evil spirit, it is a rebellion.At the end of the soul rebellion, instead of turning back into an evil spirit, the soul will be scattered directly, and it will no longer exist in the world.

"Well," Buye said contentedly, "I haven't eaten such pure desire for a long time."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, be careful, I will directly find a hole for you to seal in." When He Shouwu saw the black air that could not see the original appearance, his heart throbbed, and his condemnation became more and more serious. deep.

"Be polite to me." Since he ate such a delicious food, Buye didn't care too much about He Shouwude's tone, and continued to suck the black air in his small mouth after saying a word.

When Buye sucked up almost all the edible things inside, the black air inside became a little bit transparent, and a vague shadow could be seen faintly.

"Little boy." He Shouwu lay down next to the small mouth, looked inside, and stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch him.However, the things inside still have no consciousness of their own, and cannot respond to him.

Bu Ye looked at it and shook his head, man, why should there be seven emotions and six desires? If you have it, you can swallow it in one gulp. It’s so uncomfortable to keep it, why bother?

When the two came out from the Star Luo Formation, the two who were bickering at the door had disappeared.He Shouwu asked someone to prepare a room for Buye, and then went back to rearrange all the instruments he had obtained so far.

Jin Ze was finally persuaded by Ming Cong and agreed to go back to Song's house.

But Ming Cong didn't push him back, and followed him to the outside of Qingluo City to buy a lot of things in an emergency.

Ming Cong looked at the things he picked out and couldn't laugh or cry: "How did you get this habit of always emptying a store when you buy something?"

Jin Ze looked at him: "Oh? Mr. Song, who is always paying attention to me, doesn't know."

"There is no time." Ming Cong didn't want to make himself look like a voyeur

"Oh," Jin Ze nodded, "Actually, I don't know. It's probably because whenever I don't have enough money, my grandfather will call my father over to give the money. Slowly, I miss my father or want something. If I can’t buy it myself, I will try my best to buy it, and there is nothing faster than buying a store to spend money.”

Ming Cong looked at him with a smile on his face, but there was some distress in his eyes.

Jin Ze continued: "You don't know, every time I go to the street, those shopkeepers greet me from afar, thinking that when I am happy, I will go and vacate his shop." Ming Cong said, "Besides, looking at the things you bought, you will feel extremely satisfied."

Ming Cong sighed lightly: "It seems that I will work harder to earn money to support my family in the future."

"No, I'm raising you, ma'am."

Ming Cong didn't argue with him, just said: "Well, you support me and spend my money."

Jin Ze looked at him and smiled, then shook his head again: "That's not right, I think I should be able to correct this problem in the future."

Ming Cong looked at him.

"When I was young, my father was the person I wanted to see the most, so I went shopping like crazy. But now," he rolled his eyes with a smile, "the person I want to see the most is right in front of me, so I probably don't need these methods."

His father will be pissed off when he hears about it, but he personally facilitated the marriage, so he has nothing to say about his suffering.

Ming Cong couldn't stop the smile on his face when he said it, and wanted to hug and kiss him on the street, but Jin Ze pushed him away with one hand: "Shut up." As he spoke, he distanced himself from Ming Cong by a long distance, "Stay away from me tonight."

"And why?" Jin Zebaihao became better and better at using knots, and it became more and more difficult for Ming Cong to see his thoughts clearly.

Jin Ze said solemnly: "Why do you say? You and I are both men. No matter how tolerant and generous your parents are on the surface, they will always feel uncomfortable seeing you and me getting closer. Therefore, for the sake of me being in the eyes of your parents Good image, you should stay away from me today."

Ming Cong smiled and shook his head while listening, thinking that maybe the return to Song's house really scared him, and he became so nervous, he couldn't help but reflect that next time there is an important matter, it is better to remind him earlier.

"Also, do your parents hate or taboo anything?"

Ming Cong said: "It's our parents, there is nothing to hate or taboo, this is going back to your own home, take it easy, Ze."

"Stay away from me." Jin Ze separated Ming Cong who wanted to come closer with one hand, "Speak nicely, but basic etiquette is still required. Stop talking and let me be quiet for a while."

Ming Cong, carrying big bags and small bags: "..." I feel a little wronged.

Jin Ze looked at the things in Ming Cong's hand and said, "I'll get it, give it all to me."

Ming Cong: "No, it doesn't sink at all."

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"Give it to me!" Jin Ze grabbed it.

Ming Onion: "..."

"Also, when I get home, you are not allowed to serve me tea and water, and you are not allowed to take care of me everywhere. I will do it myself."

"...When serving tea and water, there will be servants."

"Shut up, I tell you to listen."

Ming Cong sighed, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around him, Jin Ze still wanted to struggle, so he bent down and hugged him up with a big bag.

"I...Song Congming!" Jin Ze struggled unsuccessfully, and buried his whole face in his arms. It was too shameful. The streets were full of people. This person came out of Qingluo and changed back to Qingluo's black suit for convenience. , Coupled with this person's bun, these people want to know which family he is from with their toes.

Forget it, let him lose face by himself, as long as he bury his face, others will not be able to see him.

Seeing the person in his arms finally calmed down, Ming Cong breathed a sigh of relief, accompanied by the moonlight in his hometown, holding the most precious person in his arms, and walked on the road that he had to walk every day when he was a child.

The bluestone road is still so narrow, and his father has been clamoring for road construction since he can remember, but after all these years, it still hasn't been completed.Not even the missing piece in the corner was filled.

The wall seemed much shorter, perhaps because he had grown taller.

His mother is a very strong woman, she sent him away as soon as she said she would, and she never came to see him once for more than ten years, and he could come back when he had a chance, but she didn't know what she was trying to do. None of them came back.

Even at that wedding, he was the sedan chair halfway, and those bearers probably didn't know that it was an empty sedan chair that he carried halfway.

However, looking at the person in his arms, the corner of his mouth twitched. He had completed the mission entrusted to him by his family, and found someone to spend his life with as they wished. He still wanted to bring him back to show them .

Well, just take a look.

Other good and bad, whether he is satisfied or not, he will take care of it himself.Just thinking about the person in his arms scares him into such a state. If he really suffers from this, he will die of heartache.

Walking through the Qingshiban Road, it is a spacious and bright road. At the other end of the road is a spacious mansion. At this time, the entrance of the mansion is brightly lit. A lantern is placed at a distance along the whole road, illuminating the whole road. Until the gate is as bright as day.

Ming Cong looked at a layer of warm current in his heart, but thought, his mother still regarded him as a child, now he can see things far away even in the dark night, and he is no longer afraid of the dark like he was when he was a child .

As soon as they set foot on this bright road, the people at the door noticed the movement here, and then ran into the yard without looking back, calling "the young master is back" while running.

Ming Cong took a deep breath, and he realized that he was also a little nervous.

Looking up again, a group of people had already poured out of the door.

The first person holding a handkerchief to his mouth and looking at him with tears in his eyes was Mrs. Song, Song Congming's mother.

The tall and straight middle-aged man who supported Mrs. Song, with a rare happy face, was the head of the Song family, Song father Song Yide.

And behind the parents, one taller and more handsome than the other, and all of them have red eyes, it is Song Congming's three elder brothers.

"Father, mother." Ming Cong outside the door spoke first, "The child is not filial and kept you waiting for a long time."

"Hey, good to be back," Mrs. Song wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Soon, how long is not too long, you are our good son. Come into the house." After speaking, she looked at the person in Ming Cong's arms .

"This is... Ze'er?"

The person in Ming Cong's arms fell asleep at some point, revealing a side face. Under the bright light, the beautiful eyebrows and eyes could vaguely show the beauty of Mrs. Jin back then.

Ming Cong looked at the person in his arms and nodded, then said to Madam Jin: "Mother, I fulfilled your order and brought him back safely."

Mrs. Song wiped away a few more tears with her handkerchief, but her words were a bit out of order: "My dear boy, I feel relieved if you do this. It's just a pain for you."

Song Yide sighed, like countless times in these years, he embraced his crying wife and patted him for comfort.