Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

The servant who rowed the boat was named Ling Jian, who was born by a village girl in Taoyuan Village who fornicated ghosts. The village girl was three months pregnant, her belly was already as big as a full-term woman, and after another three months, her belly was almost swollen and transparent, but There was still no sign of giving birth. In the end, she could not bear the humiliation, and begged the butcher at the entrance of the village to cut the baby alive, and died of blood loss. This freak was also abandoned in the wilderness.

Ling Jian was adopted and brought up by Yan Zhumei, and Yan Zhumei is not a person who can take care of children. He can speak at the age of three, but at the age of five, he is still mentally undeveloped. He is stupid and stupid. The fairy liked it, so the fairy asked him to help take care of several other gardens in the mortal world.

Now that he was given to Xie Qiushi, he naturally went to Xie Qiushi with a lot of loyalty, saying "Master, try this" and "Master, look at that".

They went down the stream, the boat passed through the falling flowers and snow waves, and then entered a lotus pond. Although Ling Jian was stupid, his hands were skillful, and he helped Xie Qiushi peel the lotus seeds all the way, twisting and breaking off the crispy lotus seeds, and then jumped out.

Xie Xianjun picked a large lotus leaf and covered his face, and lay with his feet crossed, he grabbed a handful, raised his head and threw it into his mouth like throwing beans, and retched again.

"Master, don't be in such a hurry." Ling Jian said hastily, "If you don't remove the lotus heart, it will be painful."

Xie Qiushi frowned, tilted his head to stare at the lotus seeds, and cursed: "Okay, I said it tastes like bad water—it turns out that someone has a heart."

After that, he no longer coveted the food in Lingjian's hand, opened a jar of wine, and started to drink.

"You've been drinking too much these days." Yan Chicheng said suddenly.

"Well, it's probably because the weather is hot." Xie Qiushi glanced at him lazily, brushed his long hair sticking to his body, and tugged at the front of his body, and said with a smile, "I envy you, because when you do that kind of thing, your body is also dirty. It’s always cool and cool, and it’s very comfortable to the touch.”

Yan Chicheng raised his eyebrows, turned his head and didn't say much, Xie Qiushi took the jug and put it on like a plaster: "What? Yan Lang, my good Yan Lang, are you ashamed?"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to touch Yan Chicheng's cheek, the touch was really cold and smooth, he smiled "hehe", and tugged at Yan Xiaoyan's tightly buttoned neckline.

"You are promising." Yan Chicheng reprimanded in a low voice, "Drinking is the only thing on my mind now."

Xie Qiushi frowned, and said angrily: "Qin Lingche asked me to go down to the earth to have fun, find flowers and ask willows, and you are a bad person, you won't let me go to that flower building to do that thing..."

"Master, what exactly is that matter?" Ling Jian suddenly interjected curiously.

Two people: "..."

Xie Qiushi suddenly made a grimace, and pulled off the belt around his waist. Yan Chicheng's expression changed, and he immediately raised his sleeves to cover his body.

With a wave of his hand, Xie Xianjun threw the belt on the servant's face, and ordered: "Blindfold your eyes."

Ling Jian did so without knowing why, and then asked blankly: "Master, why?"

"Because of your young master, I," Xie Qiushi slowly straightened up his drooping hair, lowered his head, rubbed his forehead against the side of Yan Chicheng's neck, blew, and his voice became softer, "I want to do that kind of thing." That's it."

For several days in a row, until Yemeng Bieyuan, the clothes on the two of them hadn't been put on properly.

Xie Qiushi snuggled into Yan Xiao's arms like a piece of warm jade. He didn't eat anything except a few sips of wine occasionally. He didn't even catch his attention when he passed by Pinxiang Garden. , It seems that they can't get into his eyes anymore.

After all, he is not a drinker, after a few gulps, he choked and coughed in Yan Xiao's chest. After coughing, his eyes were red with grievances, and he grabbed Yan Xiao's fingers and wanted to do "that shit" with him again.

"Rest when you're tired." Yan Xiao let out a long sigh, "Since you don't want to do it, why force yourself?"

"I just want to get closer to you," Xie Qiushi stared blankly at him, and whispered, "Aren't you going to follow me?"

Yan Xiao sighed lightly, and said seriously, "I'm right here, I won't leave."

"I know." Xie Qiushi said softly, "But these two days, I have always felt inexplicably weak in body. In July, I feel hot and hot, and my heart feels flustered - only when I'm drunk can I feel better... You'll probably feel better when you hold me, too."

After speaking, his complexion was slightly pink, and it was brighter than that of the clear water lotus in the large lotus leaves. Yan Chicheng stared at him for a long time, and finally raised his hands to hold him in his arms.

Both of them didn't wear inner shirts, they were covered in Yan Chicheng's large outer robe, and they were naked close to each other.

"Like this?" Yan Chicheng asked in a low voice.

"En." Xie Xianjun nodded sullenly, "Hold tighter."

Yan Chicheng squeezed his arms tightly, and his fingers almost sank into his thin waist: "Is that so?"

"Hold tighter." Xie Qiushi murmured, subconsciously touched his forehead, wiped off a thin layer of sweat.

Immortals are clean and stubborn stones are naturally impervious to pollution, so how can they sweat?

Yan Chicheng frowned, subconsciously exerted force on his hand.

Xie Qiushi's body as pale as jade left several crimson fingerprints. He knew that the force was out of proportion, and was about to let go, when Xie Xianjun suddenly said: "That's right."

Xie Qiushi was like a bird caught in his hand, grunting and rubbing against him, his eyes were still a little red: "It's right that it's so tight."

When traveling to Juntian Dao, it is the "Teng Snake Festival" held by Ghost Dao every few years.

There are eight big and small demons carrying a big sedan chair to carry the snake statue, and two big gray scale snakes are climbing on the left and right sedan chair poles, with two pairs of black and green feathered wings sticking out from the tail of the snake, and green scale powder sprays out from one wing.It is said that as soon as ghosts touch this scale powder, they can gain a hundred years of cultivation for nothing, and as soon as mortals touch it, they can realize a common wish.

Xie Qiushi looked at it with a lack of interest. He knew that he was notorious in the ghost world, so he pestered Yan Xiao to pretend to be a mortal couple and mix in the crowd. He wanted to join in the fun, but he didn't want to feel nothing but the heat.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt strange, so he patted the young man in front of him on the shoulder, squeezed his voice and asked: "My little brother, it's almost autumn, why is Jun Tiandao still so hot?"

The young man turned his head, Xie Qiushi was taken aback - this young man was not from the ghost race, he was just one of the young men who were responsible for Taoyuan Village a few days ago.

"The past two months have been extremely hot," the young man pulled his hair. "It's not a good day! The seedlings in my field are all dead!"

After finishing speaking, he ignored Xie Qiushi, turned his head again, and extended his arms with a group of buddies to reach the snake sedan chair.

Xie Qiushi rubbed his chin, and asked Yan Xiao who was beside him: "Drought disasters occur frequently when the autumn harvest is approaching. Which god is in charge of this?"

Yan Chicheng frowned and said, "If they hadn't committed any crimes, they shouldn't have been rewarded for such crimes."

Xie Qiushi said "Well", after much deliberation, he couldn't think of what evil the villagers in this village had done, so he simply gave up and dragged Yan Chicheng to go back to the other garden to rest.

Yan Chicheng knew what he was thinking when he saw him, and ignored the eyes of passers-by, he simply hugged him horizontally, and the two of them disappeared in plain sight, and the next moment they appeared in front of the small wooden couch in Yemeng Bieyuan.

When the small wooden couch creaked, Ling Jian closed his eyes and thought, "It's started again."

Yan Chicheng leaned against the edge of the bed with one knee, and pressed Xie Xianjun's neck with his bony palm, like cutting a fish on a cutting board, slowly and powerfully swimming down his bare neckline.

"You want me to touch you a little harder, don't you?" he asked in a rustling voice.

Xie Qiushi nodded with a smile on his face, raised his toes to untie Yan Chicheng's belt, but couldn't untie it clumsily, so he had to hook the girdle and pull it hard.

With a little fingertip, Yan Chicheng undid his belt, and Xie Qiushi pulled him onto the bed.

The two sat facing each other, Xie Xianjun's eyes were red and his lips were wet like berries. He said to Yan Xiao in a breathy voice: "You step up."

Yan Xiao didn't move, just wiped Xie Qiushi's forehead with the back of his hand.

"I sweat a lot?" Xie Qiushi asked blankly.

Yan Xiao didn't answer either, she just lowered her head to kiss his brow, forehead, and finally stopped in front of his petal-like eye sockets.

It was always wet there.

After the event ended, Xie Qiushi lay panting, Yan Xiao hugged him to comfort him, he complained dissatisfiedly: "I was a good god, warrior and immortal, but now I am not as good as a mortal."

Yan Xiao patted his forehead, and said in a warm voice: "You have some night sweats, wait for this matter, ask Qin Lingche to ask a fairy doctor to show you."

Xie Qiushi remained silent, just leaning his back against the wall and playing with his fingers.

"Xie Qiushi." Yan Chicheng called him.

"What's wrong?" He looked up.

"It's nothing," Yan Chicheng said, "I just wanted to call you."

Xie Qiushi hummed and laughed, but soon began to lose his mind again.

"Xie Qiushi." Yan Xiao called him again.

"Okay, okay, stop shouting." Xie Qiushi smiled helplessly, "Speaking of Qin Lingche, I remembered this thing." He took out from his sleeve the "Eight Desolation and Alone" that Qin Lingche gave him last time. "Respecting the Law", said: "A few days ago when Zhu Mei and Zhu Mei were studying spells together, I also took out this thing to have a look-it's strange, we are both geniuses, but we can't figure it out. "

As he spoke, he spread the booklet in front of the two of them, turned it over and said, "Look at the first half of the book, it's all qigong that those little fools in Wuling Mountain can learn, even if they master it well, they can only fight crickets on the street ; but the second half of this book is like a ghost drawing, knowing every word, but it seems that it is not a human language."

Yan Chicheng lowered his head to stare, and paused.

Xie Qiushi said to himself: "Zhu Mei and I have studied for a long time, wanting to see if there is any riddle code in it, and took the notebook to soak in water and wine, but in the end we still found nothing."

"You can't practice this." Yan Chicheng suddenly said, he roughly flipped through the exercises, and said, "Qin Lingche is the master of the Three Realms, and this exercise is an exception given to him by the Three Realms."

Xie Qiushi was surprised: "Exception?"

"Although he is an emperor, he is still an immortal. As long as he is an immortal, he will suffer from the evils of the heavens." Yan Chicheng said, "With the killings of his subordinates, I am afraid that his soul should have been scattered for many times."

Xie Xianjun was thoughtful: "The reason why he was able to go down to the world and eliminate evil spirits is because of this "Eight Desolation Sovereign Law"?"

Yan Chicheng nodded slightly, his face darkened: "Once an ordinary immortal is infected with Nie Sha, even if he falls into the fire platform and enters reincarnation, Nie Sha will accompany him, and he will find him again one day. And this dominance technique can be broken first and then reincarnated." Li... Let the evil-stained body die along with the calamity fire, reshape the immortal body to make meritorious deeds, use the merits of the new body to offset the karma of the old body-although this method is called unique, it actually deceives the way of heaven with the method of Li Daitao's rigidity , it can also be said that it is Tiandao's tolerance for Qin Lingche."

Xie Qiushi listened in a daze, and after a long while he said "uh", he scratched his hair, and said again: "So I can't understand it, because it's useless to me?"

Yan Chicheng defaults.

"What about you?" Xie Qiushi blinked his eyes, "You and Qin Lingche are both masters of the same way, what use is it to you?"

Yan Chicheng shook his head and said with a smile: "I would not be contaminated with evil spirits, so it is useless to me."

Xie Qiushi scolded: "What a stingy Qin Lingche! I also wondered what treasure he gave me. It turned out to be such a useless thing. He didn't want to throw it away, so I had to burn it for him!"

As he said that, he rolled up the book in a fit of anger and threw it into the incense burner. Unexpectedly, the book could not be destroyed by the fire.

Yan Chicheng didn't look at the Sovereign Art anymore, he just frowned and stared out the window, only to hear a cheer from a distance, and the sky suddenly became dark.

"Yan Xiao?" Xie Qiushi asked curiously, "What's wrong? What happened outside?"

"The snake chose the boy from Taoyuan Village." Yan Chicheng said, he reached out his hand to touch the window lattice, and saw a layer of water vapor on the carved thin wood, "He prayed to heaven to return the rain he should have this summer .”

Xie Qiushi smiled and said: "It should rain, the water in Taoyuanjin is much shallower than before, if this happens, the waterfall will dry up..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

All I heard was a downpour of rain falling suddenly, crackling, and accompanied by the cheers of the farmers, a thunderbolt pierced the sky and fell to the ground.

White light flashed across the window, hurting people's eyes. Xie Qiushi raised his head to look at Yan Xiao, and saw Yan Xiao's lips were tightly drawn, and his face was extremely stern. Under the dazzling white light, it was even a little bluish--those eyes had never been seen before. Painful and vigilant.

He wiped the thin sweat from his palm, and his heart became cold a little bit.

They looked at each other under the thunder, neither spoke nor moved, but everyone knew that this thunder was unusual.

It seems that once it starts, it will never stop.