My Taoist companion is a little fox

Guo Chunshan was completely blank, Yao Jingxiu held his hand and shook it lightly. When he realized it, tears were streaming down his face: "Don't talk nonsense! Nonsense, I think my father is younger than anyone else, what a feather, that can't be done!"

Yao Jingxiu shook his head and raised his hand to write in the air: "I have cultivated for more than nine hundred years, longer than your mother."

"That, that doesn't count!" Guo Chunshan shook his head violently, like a watering can, "We...we've only known each other for how long, dad, don't leave, just, hold on a little longer, can't we stay for two more days? Can't it work?"

Yao Jingxiu just touched the top of his forehead, his brows and eyes were soft.

The Penglai head hall was closed for eight days, and none of the people inside ever came out.

Yao Jingxiu meditated, during which time his temples slowly bloomed, and Guo Chunshan stayed by his side, talking non-stop, telling him countless bad things from childhood to adulthood, telling his mother that his voice was unreliable, until his voice became hoarse.

During this period, he wanted to shake the green dragon out of his sleeve countless times. Qing Jiao knew what he was thinking, and every time he sent a voice into his sea of ​​consciousness to stop him, or cast spells to restrain his body.

So the little mixed-race always cried in the end, whimpering around his father whom he had only seen for two days.

Yao Jingxiu's spirit was getting worse day by day, and the time to close his eyes was longer as he got to the back, but his back was still straight. When he woke up, he touched Guo Chunshan's hand to comfort the flesh and blood of those who were about to leave.

He put the gaudy spirit sword on his lap, and he would hold it tightly when he closed his eyes, and loosen it when he opened them.

When parting, the mute naturally looked back on the long years.

In the first half, he acted in a business spirit, thinking that there are only a few good monsters in the world, and he never shows mercy when encountering monsters when he sets foot in the world, and he has killed a lot of evil people.This body is like a sword, this sword cuts evil, this thought does not ask why, there is only right and no wrong.

400 years later, when the mute was traveling, he took a beggar with good bones by mistake. The child believed that he was the eldest brother, and refused to leave.He couldn't resist taking him to Penglai, and the child became his younger brother. Since he was born without a name and surname, the master decided to take his surname and named the younger brother Yao Pingyun.

Yao Jingxiu has taken care of that noisy, dusty and honest junior for more than ten years, perhaps because of his distinctive hot work, or maybe because he has lived long enough, the sword that was once sealed by ice Slowly soften.

When he was meditating, he began to dream, dreaming of the wailing of countless monsters who were cut under the sword.

Especially the red fox that he encountered for the first time when he was descending a demon.The fox's immature and desperate wailing often echoed in the dream, and when he woke up, his temples were always dripping with sweat.

Did that little fox, and other monsters, really do evil back then?

Looking back now, I slowly realized the fishiness under the sword.

I had a similar dream, but because of a word of shame.

After the weak crown, Yao Pingyun went out to the East China Sea to practice, and was trapped while catching monsters. When he arrived, he was a step too late, and his junior was rescued by a passing red fox. When he turned around and saw himself, his face turned cold.

The mute remembered that gorgeous face very clearly.

At that time, the once immature and reckless fox became a big monster, and the once stupid Taoist priest became a mountain elder.

The years have integrated the eyebrows and eyes of the old people.

He remembers, and the fox remembers, both ashamed and ashamed.

The thought of shame has become a blunt knife that cuts the heart of Dao.The mute suddenly wants to travel alone again, no longer relying on the voice and enthusiasm of his junior brother, to contact the world of mortals silently, to make up for the shame of the first half of his life.

At the beginning of the second half of his life, Mute met a monster—a cold green snake that came out of the ice cave in the middle of the winter night and followed the heat source.

Its tail was stiff with the cold, and it curled up beside him pitifully and dizzily.

The mute felt compassion for the monster all his life, and held it in his palm.

He just thought, this is the first step to experience a new world of mortals, the first demon to make up for his guilt.

Green Snake wakes up at dawn, Snake Xin rubs his palms to express his goodwill, spitting out human voices to thank and blow his rainbow fart, the level of talking nonsense is comparable to that of noisy juniors.Especially after knowing that he is dumb, Green Snake spoke more cheerfully, saying that he has more room to play.

Throughout the winter, the mute provides body temperature, and the green snake provides noise.Through the texture and ears, the intimacy of the cold winter all the way.

Waiting for spring to come, the green snake swiped its tail at his fingertips and squeaked loudly saying that it was going to find spring.Although he was reluctant, he let go of it and hung it on the buds of the branches when he turned over the mountain.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly heard a call behind him, and when he turned around, the woman in green was standing on the mountain road, holding a flower bud and looking at him with a smile.

The mute never thought that the nonsense basket would be so enchanting when it took human form, and after a long pause, he gestured to her and asked her: Why did you come here?

The snake replied: "Looking for spring."

The mute was in a daze again, and smiled snakelikely: "I wanted to complain about it before! The name is really bad! Jingxiu, Jingxiu, doesn't that mean that the good scenery is all gone?"

The dumb admits: yes.

He is a mute, born silent.The parents were extremely disappointed, there was no good sign when they chose the name, and he knew it when he knew about it.

The snake demon put the flower buds in his hand on the skirt of his clothes, shining brightly: "Nonsense! Stop the hammer!"

She laughed deeply in the spring mountain, and a dazzling sun rose from the top of the mountain behind her.

"Chunjing is on your lapel."

The first step of this new beginning suddenly felt a little strange.

At that time, he would never have imagined that the green snake in his palm would become his later... demon partner.

The noisy nonsense basket became a Taoist couple with a dumb Taoist priest who didn't even bother to make gestures.

No matter how you look at it, it's a strange combination.

She is not like a snake, but like a starling, rolling around his hand coquettishly: "Yao Jingxiu, Xiuxiuxiu, give me a name, don't keep gesticulating with that swimming gesture, it's ugly! You can tell your name at a glance I am a snake, I have no intentions at all! No mortals have given me a decent name yet, you are the best, give me a top-notch good name--"

He was so troubled by her that he made his gestures more lively: "Okay, okay, let me think about it."

In fact, he thought of it that day when she transformed into a human form for the first time and stood in front of him holding flowers.

The mute held her hand and stuck it to her throat, swallowing hard, and the sound came into her consciousness, it was a hoarse, gentle and out of tune whisper: "Ye, Lan."

The night is coming to an end, and the light will come out.

The mute said, you are my light before the end of the night.

Yao Jingxiu opened his eyes, and couldn't help looking at the crying boy in front of him.

He sighed and pulled Guo Chunshan's handwriting: You are very similar to your mother.

"Really?" The little bastard cried, his nose turned red, and he said, "But everyone thinks that I look like my father. I also think it's good to be like my father. My father is so handsome, and my mother is also very beautiful. .It’s just that if I look like a mother, the girls will probably treat me as a little sister, so it’s better to be like a father.”

Yao Jingxiu nodded and laughed, looking down at the spirit sword on his lap.

He remembered the first time he lost his temper, it seemed that it was because of the "peach blossoms" around her.

He loves to covet her hustle and bustle, her various amorous feelings, but from his standpoint of being a loner, he hopes that she will be like him, only pay attention to one person, and only one person is different.

At that time, he didn't realize at all that her enthusiasm today was exactly the temperament she cultivated in the world of mortals before meeting him.

No matter how deeply you love, there is the freedom of being untouchable and unwilling to change.He has his solitude, she has her enthusiasm, he shouldn't have demanded her to stay alone together, and she couldn't drag him into the scorching sun together.

He is used to seeing Xiujing, but she is not the end of the night.

The dispute reached its extreme, and each other's anger raged, Ye Lan turned into a snake's tail and said loudly: "Differences in the way do not conspire with each other, you hold your sword and meditate on yours, I travel and make friends with mine, I don't think you are boring, what are you talking about me! Today I opened up and said, I just want to go through a love calamity to help me break through my cultivation! I plan to double cultivate with you so that my cultivation will skyrocket, and I will turn into a jellyfish as soon as possible, not for you to meddle in my life! Yao Jingxiu, look Do you think I really don’t know what someone was thinking when you read me? Who’s not a tool man anymore!”

He only felt that the head was knocked hard by the bell and drum, and the echo hit the limbs and bones, and aftershocks continued, everything was out of place.

"Father? What are you thinking?"

Yao Jingxiu wrote in his palm with a smile: "Thinking of when I quarreled with your mother."

Qing Jiao, who was silent in his sleeve, also remembered.

I remember him gesticulating and saying one sentence at a time: To you, I am just a mud-bodied idiot who helps you soar, am I not?You see that I am stupid and mess up my lack of Taoism, use me as a raft to talk about love, play with me for one time with three parts of true love and seven parts of it, and you let me go again, you're done, and your cultivation is complete It's within your reach.is that so?

When the spirit is turbulent, the lies are all true.

She couldn't speak, and gestured vigorously: Yes!