Xianzun and his cat

Di Shu reached out his hand helplessly, took his crying face, wiped it carefully, and nodded to admit his mistake: "Yes, I didn't think carefully, it's my fault."

Yin Ning snorted softly, grabbed his clothes and asked him again: "Then when shall we leave?"

"Tomorrow morning."

Yin Ning nodded, remembered another thing, and looked at him with a frown: "You must not lie to me. You said that you will leave tomorrow morning. When I wake up, you will not be here again."

Di Shu rubbed his head and said no.

"Really?" Yin Ning raised his eyes and glanced at him briefly, "Is it true that you say so?"

"really."

With Di Shu's guarantee, Yin Ning was relieved a lot. When he was meditating at night, he relaxed, his head was bit by bit, and suddenly he leaned back and almost fell on the big rock. Fortunately, Di Shu Su reached out and caught him.

Yin Ning half-opened his eyes in bewilderment, and found that Di Shu was stretching his arms to hug his waist, leaned into his arms with familiar movements, closed his eyes and fell asleep while hugging his waist and abdomen. past.

Di Shu was speechless. It took him a long time to withdraw his hand and shook his head lightly. Seeing that Yin Ning was fast asleep, he got up and picked him up, went back to the bed in the small bamboo house, put him down, and covered him with a quilt.

I don't know why the demon cultivating chaos in the northwest land this time, is it a coincidence, or someone did it on purpose...

Dishu came outside the house. At this moment, the sky was covered by thick clouds, and the full moon was covered by layers. There was only a light halo in the sky, and half a star could not be seen.

He muttered something in his mouth, and then a pale halo appeared out of nowhere in front of him. The halo flickered and gradually formed a star map, but the most central position was still covered by gray mist, and the slightest part of it could not be seen.

Di Shu frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, made a palm, and struck out a spirit pattern, which was engraved in the center of the mist.

I saw that the mist trembled, and the mottled mist quickly lingered, and gradually gathered into a ball.

Dishu continued to create the next spirit pattern, which was stacked with the one just now. After hearing a "boom--", there was a thunder in the sky, and the fog was suddenly broken, and Dishu finally got a glimpse of the fog among the things.

But after seeing what it was, his frown deepened.

Before he could think about it, there was the sound of footsteps behind him. He put away the star chart and turned around, and saw Yin Ning running towards him, with no shoes on, and looking around in panic.

Di Shu stepped forward and swept him up and down: "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Yin Ning raised his face and told him: "I had a nightmare again, and I woke up when I heard a 'boom'—"

Di Shu picked him up and walked into the house. Yin Ning hugged his neck and said to him with lingering fear: "I dreamed that someone beat me—holding a sword—a powerful sword! Hitting my chest and neck , and the stabbing on the head...it's fierce, it hurts."

While speaking, Di Shu had already carried him back to the bed, bent slightly and lifted his feet, performed a cleaning technique and put him back on the bed: "Why do you have such a dream?"

"I, I don't know..." Yin Ning replied blankly.

Di Shu asked again: "Who is it? What kind of sword? What impression do you have?

Yin Ning mumbled, bit his mouth and thought for a while, then said, "It's a long white sword."

There were more white long swords, and Di Shu remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Yin Ning became even more frightened. He grabbed his sleeves and whimpered and asked him: "People say that monks' dreams have omen meanings. I always have this kind of dream. I, I... Am I going to be killed..." At the end, Yin Ning lowered his voice.

Di Shu knew that he was afraid, so he patted his head and comforted him softly: "It will be fine, I am still by your side, and nothing will happen to you."

"Go to sleep, I'll be right here, I'll call you tomorrow morning." Then she patted him on the back to tell him to relax.

Yin Ning hugged Di Shu's hand and pulled him to the bed: "You sleep next to me, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."

Di Shu gave him an inexplicable look, did not refuse, and lay down beside Yin Ning.

"Go to sleep."

Yin Ning was still looking at him with his eyes open, the light in the room was weak, but his eyes could see clearly, half of his small face was covered under the quilt, only a pair of round eyes were exposed, circling Di Shu's face Two laps, start God.

Di Shu closed his eyes, knowing that Yin Ning was staring at him, thinking that he would close his eyes and go to sleep after staring at him for a while, but he didn't expect him to look away after waiting for a long time, so he had no choice but to open his eyes to meet Yin Ning's. look.

"Can't sleep?" Di Shu asked.

Yin Ning was only an arm's length away from him. Seeing that he had spoken, he hurriedly moved his body, turned one arm into half an arm, blinked his eyes, and asked him curiously: "Di Shu, are all demon cultivators bad people?"

"Is there any magic cultivator who is a good person?"

Di Shu didn't know why he asked this, it was only because he was curious, which was normal, after all, Yin Ning knew too little.

He met Yin Ning's gaze in the darkness, and answered his question after a while: "But all monks who are enchanted will have blood on their hands. No matter whether they are good or evil, as long as they are enchanted, they will inevitably commit crimes." After all, he saw Yin Ning's eyes drooping, changed the subject, and continued, "But it's not necessarily true, as you said, maybe there is a magic cultivator that can restrain the murderous nature."

Only then did Yin Ning look up at him, and moved closer to him, shortening the distance between half arms by a few inches.

"Then why do monks become demons? Venerable Qianyin said that monks need spiritual guidance when they break through, and if they are a little careless, they are easy to become demons. Is it all like this?" He was like a child seeking knowledge, pestering Dishu to give him Tell him the things that make him curious.

Seeing him approaching, Di Shu didn't take a half step back. After listening to his words, he just chuckled and said slowly: "Ning Ning, there are many reasons why monks become demons. The innate demon body, the evil spirits, the skills, the evil spirits. Xiu Duoshe...too much Ning Ning."

Yin Ning looked half-understood, looked at him without speaking for a long while, and then quietly asked: "Then, then you... what was that time?" Moved down a little, as if to cover the whole person under the quilt.

Di Shu frowned slightly, he looked at Yin Ning carefully, and asked quietly: "How did you see that?"

His sight seemed to be covered in the darkness with all his emotions covered, Yin Ning could only tell from his tone that Di Shu seemed unhappy, he panicked for a moment, and threw himself forward on Di Shu in a state of bewilderment.

Di Shu's thoughts hadn't come to him yet, but his hand had already opened, and he lowered his head when there was a soft Yin Ning in his arms, just in time to meet Yin Ning's raised head, and his lips brushed against something soft , He suddenly froze.

Yin Ning didn't notice what happened at all, and was busy explaining: "I, I didn't mean what you meant, I just, just scared me that time, I'm a civet, I've seen Moxiu again, so I'm sorry The devilish energy can be distinguished, when you bit me that time, there was clearly devilish energy... I smelled it..."

He pressed against Dishu, but after saying these words, he didn't see Dishu's reaction for a long time, and hurriedly and cautiously assured him, and said quietly: "Don't be afraid, I haven't told anyone, really, I only told you ——Sister Mu Huazhi and I didn’t say anything—”

After hearing what he said, Di Shu laughed secretly in his heart. Someone came to tell him not to be afraid. He put his hand on Yin Ning's back to keep him from moving, lowered his voice, and pressed his other hand Turning his head to his neck, he whispered in his ear: "Ning Ning, since you know that I will become a demon, and after I become a demon, I will kill you, why don't you tell others and let them catch me? Why do you still pretend to be a demon?" I don’t know, just stay by my side?”

"Ningning, what do you think?"

Yin Ning's heart was beating violently, and his breathing was quicker, what was he thinking?What can he think, he doesn't know, he doesn't know.

His head was in chaos, he reached out to push Di Shu away, but was held firmly in Di Shu's arms, obviously he threw himself into his arms, but now he couldn't break free.

"Di, Dishu..." Yin Ning panted, wanting him to let him go, but he didn't know that his ears and tail had popped out, and he was moving around.

"You asked me why..." Di Shu's hand had pinched the root of Yin Ning's tail precisely at some point, causing Yin Ning to let out a low cry, and his body softened completely, "Before that, it was just an evil thought That's all, but now, that has become my desire, Ningning..."

It was an evil thought tainted by the bloody atmosphere after the Great War 500 years ago. If Di Shu is the righteous immortal in the cultivation world, this evil thought should have been easily resolved long ago, but it is hidden deep and has never appeared in 500 years , and it was Yin Ning who let it come out. Dishu's little attachment to Yin Ning was infinitely enlarged by this evil thought, and the expansion of desire would make it easy to become a demon. Even Dishu didn't expect this. But he was not willing to push Yin Ning away.

Yin Ning didn't understand what Di Shu said. He was pinched by the base of his tail, and he was lying on Di Shu's body, exhaling in small mouthfuls. They almost bounced up, but fortunately being held by Di Shu, they just let out a muffled snort.

"Ning Ning, is there anything else you want to ask? Let's ask together." Di Shu's voice was right next to his ear, but Yin Ning was powerless to answer him anymore.

Panting for breath, his drooping head fell on Dishu's shoulder. He opened his mouth to bite him, but he had no strength. superior.

Di Shu felt that Yin Ning was gradually relaxing, and gently turned him over to sleep on the pillow. He turned his head and saw some glistening saliva left on his shoulders. The corners of his mouth curved slightly, and his eyes fell on Yin Ning. On his lips, he stretched out his finger and pressed it.

So soft, even in the dark, Di Shu could recall what a good color these lips were, and how they should feel when touched.

"Stupid cat."