My Taoist companion is a little fox

Zhou Ke was only stunned for a moment, then saw Qianli leaping onto the giant tree, trying to catch up but found that his heels were fixed, obviously the cunning fox demon cast a fixing spell when he was not paying attention.

...So it turned out that he was playing tricks when he kissed me! !

Zhou Ke angrily picked up the formula and tried to get away, but his cultivation base was no better than a thousand-year-old fox demon, so he couldn't help it no matter how he pinched it.

He was looking up at the giant tree helplessly, when Zhou Ke heard a faint bell, a man wearing a strange mask and jingling accessories on his clothes ran to him and chatted: "This little brother is also here to catch demons? "

"Yes." Zhou Ke felt inexplicably kind to this person, "You too?"

"Me? I'm not, I'm a great dancer." The man lifted his mask, revealing a young and handsome face with a smile and light in his eyes.

Zhou Ke thought he heard it wrong: "Ah?"

The young man pointed to the giant tree: "There is a commanding shrine at the back of the imperial palace, which is full of nagging star court ladies. I am the leader in it, and everyone respectfully calls me priest when they have something to do, and call me a free-for-nothing when there is nothing to do. "

"Pfft..." Zhou Ke coughed and suppressed a smile, "Well, being a priest is also a very meaningful job."

"It's okay, it's okay, peace is meaningless, and chaos has great meaning. It's good for everyone not to believe in gods. If you have to do divination by the gods when everything happens, it will be chaotic." The priest casually fanned the wind with a mask Laughing, standing next to Zhou Ke and looking up at the tree together, "It's just that some things that should come will always come. This time something happened, and when I said that the giant tree was a demon, everyone thought it was Chu Jun's fault. Damn, what's there to scold, what God arranges will always come."

Zhou Ke heard that there was indeed that kind of mysterious mystery, so he asked, "Does the priest know the inside story?"

"Not very detailed, thanks to the old antiques in the temple to inform." The priest patted the mask in his hand, "When the prince brought the tree back from the mountain, a row of chime bells in the temple rang together. It sounds like a story. Later, Mr. Luther Master came , the chime bell rang again. I also went to the imperial palace to see the situation. At that time, Chu Jun saw Mr. Qin Master for the first time, and he was stunned for a long time, and said: "He is so stupid, flowers are like peaches and plums."

Zhou Ke: "Ah, this..."

"Harm, a sour smell." The priest shook his head, "Since the catastrophe will come due to fate, the person who unwinds the bell is the one in the game. I saw that I felt that it was not something ordinary people like me could get involved in, so I left. I went there, but I saw the prince and the luthier trying out a new violin. Yes, it is a new violin made from that sycamore tree."

"The sound of the piano...it's really nice."

"Stupid mouth, I don't know how to say it." Qingwu yawned in the chair, "I'm sleepy, little fox, look."

He really doesn't have many friends, except for the aborigines on Baiyong Mountain, a fire bird, and a fox demon who came here uninvited with a child 200 years ago.

A leaf wrapped in light floated in front of Qianli, he held his tail and leaned back a little, flattered by the open trust: "Brother Qingwu..."

The big tree demon snored softly on his own.

The more solemn it is, the more difficult it is to say it, so I carefully poked Ye Zi with the tip of my tail, and then saw the memory of an old friend who pretended to be asleep.

"I heard that you are looking for a good luthier."

Qingwu played the piano in the magnificent imperial palace, stood up after playing, put his sleeves in his hands and squinted his eyes, watching what the young man in black clothes who dug out his body said so.

The prince was stunned for a long while, and then said some peaches and plums for a long time, while the man wearing a strange mask standing beside him covered his face.

Qingwu waited and waited, but didn't hear anything more, so he opened his eyelids: "Hello."

The man got up and came in front of him, Qingwu regretted why he didn't make his human figure taller, he was actually half a head shorter than a mortal.

Chu Jun lowered his head and said softly: "Now I found it."

The dryad who was made of wood couldn't tell the difference, but he just thought in his heart that this guy's eyelashes are so long, and he will cut them bald in the future.

Winter goes to spring, and the prince looks for him after he comes down.Under the eaves of the courtyard, the flowers in the courtyard bloom with the spring breeze, and the sight is gorgeous and beautiful.

"Mister is like the bright moon emerging from the clouds."

Under the eaves, Chu Jun, who was wearing Chu Hong's regular clothes, cooked wine himself, poured a glass for the Tsing Yi luthier on the opposite side, moved as he wanted, without any concealment, looked at him and smiled, "Mr. is like a hedgehog again."

Qingwu was about to stretch out his hand, but he retracted after hearing this, and turned his head to look at the flowers in the garden.

"The scene is just right, it's amazing." Chu Jun took the cup to the opposite side and put it down, blocking Qingwu's sight.

"You're blocking my view now," he said.

He smiled: "You should watch me."

Then Qingwu really stared at the person in front of him for a long time, but he looked at the prince until his ears turned red, and looked down at the wine in the glass, as if looking at the person in his heart.

"It is the shape of all things, and it is also the light of all things, flowing in front of my eyes..." He said something softly and quickly, but Qingwu couldn't hear clearly, and was very confused: "Speak to me? What do you say?"

"You are as smart as a thief." Chu Jun glanced at him quickly, shook his glass and smiled: "Just say this."

Mortals are complicated.

But also fun.

At first, Qingwu only came here to get back his body, but as time went by, he gradually felt that the enemy is very interesting, and it is better to take another look before taking revenge.

It is common for me to know that the world of mortals is deep in the spring, and I don't know where to go by mistake.

The life in the imperial palace is different from the comfortable life in Baiyong Mountain. He has seen his own body from a distance. The sycamore tree is in the garden, chasing the light, but it has not budded yet since spring.

That day the mortal came again, holding the long object wrapped in silk, the closer he got, Qingwu felt more uncomfortable.

Chu Jun put the things horizontally on the table, unknowingly happy: "Qingwu, I brought a new-made piano, the material is excellent, and I will try it with you."

He uncovered the silk cloth, plucked out the parasol qin from his heart, and saw the sun. The innocent mortal plucked the strings, listened to the lingering sound of the qin and said to him with a smile: "Listen, what a beautiful qin sound, come and try it." Is it?"

Qingwu nodded, and slowly sat down in front of the Wutong Qin, stretching out his hands to pluck the strings.

Every time it hums, it feels like gouging out my heart.

"I like the way you play the piano, it's so beautiful and inconceivable."

The sound of the piano vibrated slightly, Qingwu looked up at his intoxication, his back was drenched in cold sweat.

But it hurts when I play the piano.

You see, I use pain to please you.

That night, he poured Du Kang, but the prince didn't know why, so he followed suit if he couldn't stop him.

While drunk, Chu Jun helped him back to the couch, and the two of them were hot and drunk, stumbling into each other.

Drunkenness makes everything both honest and confused.

"How dare you, how dare you? Do you know who I am?" Qingwu asked him to hug him, feeling resentful for the first time.

"I know, it's Qingwu, my luthier." Chu Jun followed his back carefully, uttering words unclearly due to drunkenness, "How dare you?"

"You dug me..."

"Ah?" Chu Jun laughed, "It's also appropriate for me."

"what?"

"My heart has been dug out by Mr., hooked away. If you are like me..." He stroked Qingwu's forehead hair, "A person in love is a whirlpool, I invite you to jump in."

It is Dukang too mellow.

Qingwu only admits to this reason.

really weird.It was clearly resentment, but in the bed tent with feet grinding, dripping with sweat, besides the resentment and the pleasure accumulated in the body, there seemed to be something extra.

Prince Chu, who is gentle and gentle in spring, has become a vile scum at night, and the caress is also buried, bumpy and humid.He wiped the uncontrollable tears from the corners of Qingwu's eyes with his fingertips: "It's like the tears of a lost child calling for help in the fog."

Qingwu opened his mouth to answer something, but Chu Jun bowed his head down and sucked his lips.

It tastes good.

Qingwu's obedience attracted more attacks, and the tip of his toes couldn't help curling up.Seeing people close at hand in a blur, almost being overwhelmed by the indelible fascination in the eyes under the long eyelashes.

If it wasn't for the fact that black magic was useless to him, Qingwu really wondered if he had inadvertently cast some kind of charm on this person.

"When I was young, I read idle books and didn't understand that the king does not go to court early, but I realized it later when I met my husband." Chu Jun bumped into his panting, and said, "I want to turn morning and night with you, day and night."

Drunkenness makes everything blurry and honest.

At dawn, Chu Jun asked him: "Qingwu, where is your hometown?"

"My hometown...in the deep mountains, all the birds are singing, and thousands of flowers are blooming all the year round."

"It's so beautiful, what are you doing in it?"

"Me? I took root in it." Qingwu narrowed his eyes and said hoarsely, "It wasn't deep enough, so it was easy for someone to dig it out."

"Have you left your hometown?" Chu Jun covered the back of his hand, "You never talked about your family situation before, so I can't ask. Is your hometown far from Tianding? Require?"

Seeing his expectant and cautious expression, Qingwu suddenly found it amusing, telling him to know the truth might also be like a kind of revenge.

What's more, the doomed game of testing the world of mortals should be over.

"I'll take you."

Chu Jun turned from anticipation to excitement: "I, I'm going to prepare some..."

"No, it's time for a stick of incense."

"?"

He has practiced for two thousand years, and his body is half fairy and half demon. The land of the emperor in the world hinders his demon body, so he uses fairy art.Qing Wu shook Chu Jun's hand, and teleported him to the plane tree in the blink of an eye.

The pain of being gouged out made him a little unsteady. He leaned against the tree and looked at the bewildered Chu Jun, and stretched out his hand. Chu Jun foolishly wanted to hold his hand, but he saw sycamore leaves growing on his fingertips.

Qingwu admired his gradually pale expression, and gradually felt happy.

"I am a demon."

"I have been in the mountains for nearly 2000 years. Before retreating through calamities, you went deep into the mountains, broke the roots under my feet, dug up my body, and moved me to the imperial palace."

"You also gouged out my body, made a new piano, and played it with great interest."

Fingertip leaves withered and disappeared, replaced by cracks.Blood slipped from the fingertips, and the ticking sound was unprecedentedly loud.

Qingwu said word by word: "I'm here to seek revenge."

Since then, Chu Jun has been in a daze all day long, and after running for a few days in the Temple of Siming, he staggered to him with his Wutongqin in his arms.

"Sorry……"

"What can an apology do?" Qingwu stroked the piano and frowned, "Hiss, it hurts."

"You can punish me however you want." Chu Jun suddenly knelt in front of him, looking as if he was in more pain than him. He wanted to give him a dagger, "I'll give you the handle..."

Qingwu pushed the knife away, squatted down, and observed his severe suffering: "Since the punishment, why don't you tell me yourself, what is the most painful thing for you?"

Chu Jun stared at him intently, his eyes were red.

Qingwu waited for a long time, his silence was like when we first met.

"Go ahead."

"What I... did to you."

Qingwu was puzzled, stunned for a moment and then asked: "Why?"

"I love you." Chu Jun clenched his knife and trembled, "I never thought...to hurt you like this."

Qingwu was stunned, his face getting paler and paler.

No one has said this word to this unworldly lazy monster, and even brought him never to touch it here.

He has been practicing the ruthless way.

He forgot too.

Qingwu retreated: "...I don't love you."

Chu Jun bent down, curled up even more, his shoulders trembled, and murmured: "I committed an unforgivable crime against you, but I want to take this Nanke seriously."

"I'm sorry." He looked up at Qingwu, "In the coming year and today... I hope you will applaud in front of my grave."

Qingwu stepped forward and pulled out his hand, seeing the bright red poppies gradually blooming on the skirt of his clothes.