Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

Fu Qingfeng paused his hand, chewed these three words lightly, finally stopped the torture, and thought while holding his chin: "This name is quite nice, but it sounds familiar."

The tears from Shi Shi's laughter have not been wiped away, and there is a light tear at the corner of his eye, and his voice is unsteady: "A three-year-old child can write even a common name, and it is normal to have a hundred or so duplicate names. of."

"Well." Fu Qingfeng pondered for a moment, and said, "You have passed this level."

Shitou said "ah?"

Fu Qingfeng smiled and played with the wine cup in his hand: "What do you think?"

Shi Shi only felt a chill: "Don't you, you dare to touch my feet again, I'll call someone!"

Fu Qingfeng made a gesture, poked his palm with two fingers, and said with an exaggerated grin: "In this place, even if you have a bad voice..."

"Yan Chicheng!! Yan Chicheng!!" Shitou opened his voice and shouted, "Yan Chi——"

Fu Qingfeng's expression changed, and he rushed forward to cover his mouth.

"My good ancestor, you can't shout nonsense." Fu Qingfeng took a sip of wine to calm himself down, "You will lose your life if you shout the name of an immortal."

Shi Shi made him laugh: "No, I shout every day."

Fu Qingfeng looked at him with his eyes, pointed two fingers to each other, and asked in a low voice: "You and Yan Xianjun, is that really the relationship?"

Shi Shi pursed his lips: "What kind of relationship?"

Fu Qingfeng opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't say those two words. He just shook his head vigorously and said, "I advise you not to think about Xiao."

"Oh?" Shito whetted his appetite, "What do you say? In your eyes, isn't he a loving man with deep affection and understanding?"

"No matter how understanding an immortal is, he is still an immortal. No matter how much the Wuling Immortal loves the flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds, and animals in the world, he will not stay for them. If he becomes a Taoist couple with such a person, he will probably not Will laugh and cry for you, what is the point of such a romantic relationship?"

Fu Qingfeng spoke eloquently, and Shitou looked at him rather amusedly: "The reasoning is quite nice, but it doesn't make sense, so it doesn't make sense."

Fu Qingfeng's throat was stuck, and his face was sullen.

"Yan Chicheng is not that kind of person." Shitou lowered his head and looked at his fingers lightly, "If you don't know him, don't talk nonsense."

Fu Qingfeng looked at his slightly drooping eyelashes, and was surprised: "Do you really know Yan Chi... Yan Xianjun?"

"Acquaintance, but not acquaintance?" Shito rubbed against the wall beside him irritably, "Hey, there seems to be a bug in my hair, help me catch it out!"

"Don't change the subject!" While pouring two glasses of wine, Fu Qingfeng stretched out his hand to brush away Shi Shi's soft black hair, and caught a damselfly from near its neck. The damselfly's wings were colorful The phosphorescent light, the slender feet resting on the collarbone of the stone, like a beautiful piece of jewelry, "What is the relationship between you and Yan Xianjun?"

Shi Shi raised his eyelids and watched Fu Qingfeng put the damselfly on the wide sleeve, and blew lightly, causing the slender worm to tremble and fly up. A gleam of light fluttered out.

"I've seen Yan Chicheng whip carp." Shito suddenly said without a trace, "Sitting by the lake, with nothing in his eyes, he just whipped the carp in the pond with wicker sticks, and made a pool of colorful scales. Under the sun, It looks very beautiful. Those carp are rushing to be whipped by him, those who are unlucky will die and turn into white belly and float in the pond, and those who are lucky will be enlightened and jump over the dragon gate."

Fu Qingfeng was dumbfounded, he forgot to drink the wine even when it was brought to his lips, he just held the rim of the cup in his mouth.

"Brother Fu, guess what?" Shitou blinked and smiled mischievously, "Where will your Wuling sect get hit?"

Peak Master Fu left in a hurry when the wine in his glass was exhausted, Shitou raised his head, rested his head on the stone wall quietly, pursed his lips, thinking about the past.

Fu Qingfeng wanted to interrogate him about his life, but he thought he had nothing to tell in his life. Although he was full of nonsense along the way, it was not all lies.

Shi Shi's real name is indeed "Shi Shi", but Xie Qiushi is actually the name given to him by Shangyan Chicheng at the age of 14.

Seventeen years ago, he was born in a fishing village near Taoyuanjin Ferry. His parents were unknown, and he was never even wrapped in a swaddle. He just stuffed a piece of jade into his mouth and threw it on the stone pier at the entrance of the village.

He should have frozen to death and starved to death, but fortunately an old couple coveted the jade in his mouth, took him home, pried open his mouth, took the jade in his mouth to pawn, and exchanged a large sum of money , I am also willing to give him some porridge and soup, and when I am in a good mood, I will call him "Yuer" and "Yuer", teach him a few words, and call him "Dad and Mother" twice, so confused, It also pulled him to the age of four or five.

But the good times didn’t last long. When they were five years old, some thugs from the pawn shop rushed into the old couple’s thatched hut, covered the old couple with a pole and beat them hard. That jade, the jade heart that was originally clear and clear, without cracks or grains, turned out to be a stone the size of a thumb.

The owner of the pawn shop insisted that the old couple had done something wrong, and took someone to sue the officials. The couple were old, two of them went in, and only half of them came out. On the head of the child who is familiar with the world, he just never called "Yu'er" again, and he only called him "Stone" until his death.

Shitou didn't care, and even thought the word "shitou" sounded louder.

After the old woman died, he spread his hooves like a runaway horse, and started to run wild, eating from the host and beating from the west. What are you going to do to make a living, find an old willow tree if you can’t steal anything, dig a hole and bury half of yourself in it, stare blankly, and lie there waiting to starve to death.

I don't know if it was because of his good luck, how many people were willing to give him one or two steamed buns. He dug a hole three times, was rescued twice, and once climbed up by himself.

The time he climbed out was when he was 14 years old. At night, he was so hungry that there were stars in front of his eyes. He compared the frozen bones on the side of the road and calculated that he would die in a few days. Suddenly, a burst of sweet and sour sea bass rushed into his nasal cavity.

The scent was not very strong, but a trace, intermittent, and could only be smelled when there was wind, like a slender fishhook, which made him hold his nose involuntarily.

The appetite that usually doesn't feel tormented this time is as painful as putting people on a simmering fire. He thought to himself: "If you don't eat this thing once in your life, you will turn into a ghost after death." So he did nothing. Incessantly, digging himself out of the hole with his limp body, pointing his toes and running towards the place where the scent came from, preparing to eat a good meal before dying.

This chase led to the inn in the town. He hid outside the window and saw two monks who were sneakily opening a small stove.

"The group of people who have been fasted really don't care about our life or death." A monk said angrily, "When they said they wanted to go to a tavern, they rolled the whites of their eyes at me. Those who didn't know thought that we were not going to go to a tavern, but to eat living people!"

As he spoke, he took chopsticks to poke the crispy fried squirrel fish on the plate, and the tip of the chopsticks picked up the fish petals. The crispy fish skin was covered with thick and sweet sauce, and it was still hot. When it touched the chopsticks, it was gently "peeled" With a sound, the fragrant oil bubbles exploded.

Shi Shi swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, thinking of a way to eat this fish, then saw another older monk broke off most of the tail of the fish, and said while chewing: "What are they proud of? In the end, it still depends on Xianyuan, I don't believe it, can the jade they found be as rare as ours?"

As we all know, the immortals of Wuling love jade. In the past two years, a large and small school in Wuling has collected a bunch of rare and beautiful jades to enshrine in temples all over the country. Well, the two monks in front of me, one big and one small, came here for this celestial destiny--they are not bigu at this age, if they don't find some shortcuts, I'm afraid they will have no hope of being born in the celestial realm.

Shitou thought to himself: I also have jade. My jade is definitely the most rare in the world. Other jade stones have jade hearts wrapped in them. My jade jade has stones wrapped in it. I wonder if I can exchange it for the remaining half of your fish.

Naturally, I thought about this in my heart. He was facing the biting cold wind, his nose was twitching, and his stomach was growling. However, the two monks ate fish and drank alcohol. While waiting, until the sky turned white, the two good brothers finally made an appointment to go to the bathroom together.

Stone slipped into the house with a short body, naturally only the bones that had been sucked remained, and there was still half a plate of fish jelly on the plate. He curiously picked some with his little finger and put it in his mouth. Inhaling, there was an unconscious grunt in his throat, like a starving wild cat, wishing to lick it with his tongue.

Before he had time to put it into practice, footsteps came from outside the door. He was startled, and unwilling to part with the fish jelly on the table, he crept under the bed with a "squeak".

"Old Jia! Old Jia!" The monk who came back first scolded, "Why didn't you close the door when you went out later?"

Lao Jia hurriedly said, "I left in a hurry..."

As he said that, he looked at the fish jelly that had been scratched on the table, and immediately smiled: "I said, I should close it, it must have been knocked open by a cat."

Another monk was dubious, and stretched out his hand to the bottom of the bed. Shi Shi hurriedly curled himself up into a small ball, watching the hand pass over him, grabbing a large cloth bag beside him.

Lao Jia opened the cloth bag, looked at the contents, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "The jade man is still there."

The monk nodded, and stuffed the cloth bag back under the bed. The two cleaned up the dishes, carefully bolted the door, locked the window, and fell asleep snoring like thunder.

The stone came out with a grunt, but saw that the bowls and chopsticks had been washed clean, and there was no fishy smell left. I couldn't help but feel regretful. When I turned my head, I saw half of the sack exposed under the bed. I was curious, so I just tore it open to have a look. , saw a jade statue standing with a sword in its arms.

"It's not a good jade..." He muttered in a low voice, looking around the jade statue, and suddenly had an idea, softened his body, and squeezed himself between the jade statue's arms and the long sword.

The boy hadn't grown up yet, his body was weak, and he happened to be stuck in the arms of the jade statue. Shi Shi held the back of the jade statue with difficulty, stuffed the two "people" into the sack together, and sealed the mouth of the bag.

The next day when Lao Jia was carrying the sack, he complained: "Why does this jade statue seem to have become heavier?"

"Don't let it be that you've been drinking too much." Another monk glanced at him, snapped his fingers, and cast a lightness spell, "Be careful, today is a critical moment, don't make any mistakes."

Old Jia muttered in a low voice, "If you're so picky, why don't you move this thing."

The two complained to each other for a few words and reconciled as before. The stone in the bag thought of the old couple who adopted him for no reason. They thought it was funny, and poked the neck and face of the jade statue in their arms while giggling.

This large piece of Kunlun jade is bluish-white in color, with yellowing on the side of the temples. It is skillfully carved to be a woman's head. Although the quality of the jade is ordinary, it is better than the carving work. You can feel that it is a woman even if you touch it. A beauty with crystal clear complexion and soft facial features.

"Beauty, beauty," Shitou yelled softly, "I only hope that the Wuling Immortal Lord doesn't have the obsession with Longyang, otherwise you will have a face that can overwhelm the country and the city."

After a bumpy journey, another day and one night later, the two monks arrived at the Wuling Temple. It was not the abbot who received them, but two fairy boys with similar looks.

The two fairy boys said in unison: "My master counted his fingers and found that there is something he likes here, so he ordered the two of us to wait here."

The two monks were both surprised and delighted, tears and snot were streaming down their faces before they could accept it, and they knelt down on the ground plopping and worshiping the two fairies who seemed to be their children and grandchildren.

The fairy boy's expression didn't change, and the monk hurriedly shouted: "Old Jia, let's get the jade statue out quickly..."

"Wait a minute." Xiantong stopped suddenly, "There is another procedure for the tribute to see the light. If you two have nothing else to do, you can wait outside."

The two of them naturally didn't dare to have anything else to do, so they quit obediently.

As soon as the two of them left, the stones in the sack moved slightly, thinking: "I'm just a fool who came to eat fish, and I don't want to leave the cook I'm looking for." So he also wanted to climb out of the sack, but unexpectedly The knot at the seal may have been subjected to some kind of spell, and it cannot be unscrewed no matter how hard it is twisted.

The two fairy boys looked at the cloth bag that the carp had straightened up suddenly, their noses and noses watched their hearts, as if they hadn't seen anything, and they worshiped two sticks of incense in front of the statue of the fairy.

Shi Shi smelled the smoke, choked and coughed twice, and even wondered if the two children were going to take him to sweet and sour, so he struggled harder and began to shout: "Catch the wrong person, catch the wrong person!" There are people! There are not only dead people in the bag, but also live ones, let me out quickly! Let me out!"

After shouting for a long time and seeing that no one paid any attention, he simply kicked with his foot, only kicked twice, and suddenly a cold palm grabbed his ankle.

"Ghost...Ghost, there is a ghost!" He screamed and wanted to retract his legs. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, the sack that trapped him was cut open, and a pair of arms pulled him out of the embrace of the jade statue.

Shi Shi raised his head blankly, looking at the ink and wash fairy in front of him, for no reason, a biting chill crept up his back.

"You, you, you, don't look at me..." He twisted his body to avoid the sight of Xianjun. A few days ago, the child who was fearless and planned to dig a hole to bury himself looked like a rabbit. Seeing a wolf like a wolf, he desperately hid himself in the shadow, "Your eyes are so hot, don't look at me..."

The Immortal of Wuling still stood in front of him, with a pale face, no emotion, only a pair of deep black eyes with a dark green undercurrent.

After a long time, he asked, "What's your name?"

"Woooooo..." Shitou held his head, as if hearing his voice would make his body extremely uncomfortable.

"What are you afraid of?" Xianjun asked again.

"I don't know, don't ask me, woo woo... Please don't ask me..." Shitou cried and begged, his voice was hoarse, and he didn't know why he was so afraid, but this kind of Fear seems to have been carved into the bone marrow, and even the soul of the liver and gallbladder will be torn apart because of this man's voice.

Xianjun did not let him go, but leaned down, grabbed his wrist, spread him out like a carpet, spread it in front of him, looked straight into his eyes, and asked again: "What's your name?" ?”

Shi Shi trembled, not daring not to answer, so he sobbed: "Shi, Shi Shi."

Xianjun was stunned, moved his palm from his wrist to his cheek, and gently wiped his face with the back of his hand: "What I want is jade, why did you get a stone in here?"

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth when he said this, but Shitou didn't dare to distinguish whether he was joking or asking for a crime, so he could only cry softly while honestly saying: "I, I just want to eat, eat fish. "

Xianjun smiled helplessly: "Come with me, there will be fish to eat in the future."

"I won't go!" Shitou hurriedly said, "I'm afraid of you!"

"What are you afraid of me?" Xianjun looked at him fixedly, "Afraid that I will kill you?"

Stone shook his head.

"Afraid that I will hit you?"

Stone shook his head again.

"Afraid that I will treat you badly? Make you hungry? Afraid that I will force you to do something you don't want to do?"

Shitou shook his head again and again, he thought about it seriously, and finally replied tentatively: "I'm afraid you will look at me, can you not look at me?"

Hearing the words, Xianjun leaned down instead, turned his head against the stone, met those apricot eyes with eyes as black as ancient wells, and said slowly: "You are so afraid, why don't you let me see more, when you get used to it in the future, you can see it." I'm not afraid anymore."

"I can't get used to this..." Shitou felt that the corners of his eyes were hot, but he couldn't move, so he had to desperately roll his eyeballs to avoid the overwhelming burning sensation, "Xianjun, do we know each other? Don't you?" Look at me, I'm so flustered, I'm so panicked that I'm dying..."

Xianjun's palm finally moved away from the side of his head, and pressed against his thin chest, close to his heart, allowing it to beat up and down.

"You are the jade I've been looking for." Xianjun said, "I want to bring you back to my house to enshrine, and I won't let you go from now on."

Stone closed his eyes and shook his head.

Xianjun ignored him, but clasped his waist, forcing him to stand beside him.

"Can I still escape?" Stone asked in a low voice.

Xianjun looked at him seriously: "You can try."

"If I run away, will you kill me?" Stone asked again.

Xianjun thought for a moment quietly and said, "I don't know."

Shi Shi was startled, for some reason, after hearing this answer, he felt less afraid.

Before Xianjun took his hand, he didn't push it away, and couldn't help asking again: "If you kill me, will it hurt?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Xianjun did not hesitate this time, looked at him seriously, and said, "If you still want to die, I will find the least painful way...so that you will not be so afraid in the future."