ugly moth

The next day, the heavy rain was still there, and the rain dripped on the green tiles. It was a foggy day, and the room with the doors and windows closed was dark, and the fragrance of bamboo leaves permeated the air.

Qing Ge slowly opened her eyes, her arms were warm, Fei Mo's long hair wrapped around Qing Ge's fingertips, and she was still deeply asleep.

"Monster!" Qing Ge pushed Fei Mo away, and at the same time squeezed out the red rope to bind Fei Mo, and the mahogany sword immediately touched Fei Mo's neck.

Fei Mo woke up after being tossed and tossed, the red rope on his body tied him like a rice dumpling.

"Master Dao, are you wearing pants and denying people?" Fei Mo said lazily under the quilt.

Qing Ge's upper body was still naked, his firm chest heaved and heaved, he was probably very angry.

Fei Mo raised her foot to touch Qing Ge's stomach, and smiled lightly: "Master Daoist, the precept has been broken, why bother to practice so hard? Isn't it good to be with Fei Mo?"

The peach wood sword was sent forward again, Qing Ge grabbed Fei Moth's wobbling feet, and asked in a deep voice: "What kind of monster are you? Why are all magic weapons useless to you?"

"Why does the Taoist insist that Fei Mo is a demon?" Fei Mo smiled seductively, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Qing Ge didn't change his face: "The bell for catching the demon rang last night, when you were using black magic."

"Since the Daoist insists that Fei Mo is a demon, wouldn't it be fine for the Daoist to catch Fei Mo back?" Fei Mo straightened up, retracted her feet and was about to lean on Qing Ge, "Fei Mo won't bark."

Qing Ge took a step back, dodging the Fei Moth who was approaching: "Monster, Hugh—" Hugh, but he couldn't say anything.

After tying the red rope, a corner of the robe that Qing Ge put on Fei Mo slipped off, exposing Fei Mo's round shoulders, Qing Ge hurriedly looked away.

"Monster, if you have never harmed the heavens, why don't you devote yourself to cultivating so that you can ascend to the heavens and be ranked among the immortals?" Qing Ge reprimanded Fei Mo with her eyes downcast, rambling on a lot.

With a smile on the corner of Fei Mo's mouth, he let him talk, taking advantage of Qing Ge not daring to look at her, she fumbled to untie the red rope on her body little by little.

The moment the red rope was untied, Fei Mo put on her clothes, hugged Qing Ge, raised her head and said, "Master Dao, why don't Fei Mo go to practice with you?"

Qing Ge was hugged by Fei Mo, and the peach-wood sword in his hand didn't matter if it fell or didn't fall, so he said: "How can you follow the Taoist pure land?"

After finishing speaking, Qing Ge forcibly pulled Fei Mo's hand to let go, but the mahogany sword in his hand did not respond at all.

When encountering demons and goblins on weekdays, these magic weapons would like to go up and tear them apart, but now they are so tolerant towards Fei Moth.

Fei Mo was not annoyed by being pushed away, raised her hand to caress the mahogany sword in Shangqing Singer, and said with a smile: "Master Daoist, don't you want to know why Xiaosheng can move your magic weapon?"

"...you say it." Qing Ge said after being silent for a while.

"Hahahaha... Daozhang, you are really interesting." Fei Mo bent down and picked up the demon-catching bell on the ground, shook it, but there was still no sound, "If you want to know something, you have to pay for it, right?"

Qing Ge put down the mahogany sword and put on a Taoist robe: "Apart from letting you go, what do you want?"

Fei Mo swung the demon-catching bell, turned around and sat on the bedside: "Well... I didn't think about it, why don't you stay a few more days for the Taoist priest?"

"What do you want to do?" Qing Ge frowned, staring at Fei Mo.

"I want to stay with Taoist priest forever!" Fei Mo's eyes sparkled.

Qing Ge didn't believe his words, but he came here just to catch monsters, and it's fine to keep an eye on Fei Mo to prevent him from doing evil, so he said: "Before your prodigal son turns around, the poor will be here."

"What prodigal son turns back?" Fei Mo was taken aback, not understanding what Qing Ge was talking about.

Qing Ge coughed lightly: "Cough...Fei Mo, it's not a good way to cultivate by absorbing Yang Qi. If you want to cultivate and increase your cultivation, you can absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and your cultivation will still improve."

Fei Mo suddenly laughed softly: "Did the Taoist think that Fei Mo can cultivate easily by relying on joy?"

"Otherwise?" Qing Ge wrote all over his face, "Don't lie to the poor, you are such a monster."

"Of course not," Fei Mo returned the Yaoling Bell to Qing Ge, "Xiaosheng...as long as he lives long enough, is the Daoist hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Qing Ge ignored him, took out a bracelet and put it on Fei Mo's hand, saying: "You take this bracelet with you, don't try to run away."

Fei Mo let him put it on for herself, and said with a smile: "Oh, Xiaosheng can't run away, does the Taoist priest really not eat breakfast?"

"Need not."

After finishing speaking, Qing Ge directly pushed Fei Mo out of the room, and the door closed behind Fei Mo with a bang.

"Huh? Such an adult, why are you so shy." Fei Mo muttered outside the door, and then turned into a cloud of green smoke and dissipated in the rain.

In the next few days, Fei Mo didn't come to harass|disturb Qingge again, and the food was also delivered to the door, but it was strange, there were only wild vegetables and rice, and the last meal was only pickles.

Qing Ge looked at the food on the table and couldn't swallow it, even a Taoist could eat better than this.

It happened that the rain had dropped a lot, so Qing Ge took a bamboo hat and a basket and went out.

Walking to the gate, Fei Mo suddenly appeared to stop Qing Ge: "Master Dao, didn't you say that you should leave? Why don't your words count?"

Qing Ge was stunned: "Pindao just went out to buy some food, you are a monster, it doesn't matter if you don't eat, and Pindao still has to eat."

Fei Mo pouted, unconvinced: "Then, didn't that Xiaosheng be sent to the Taoist priest? Why are you so disgusted?"

"..." Qing Ge looked at the sky helplessly, "So, benefactor Fei Moth, how many years have you been born?"

"How do you ask this?" Fei Mo tilted her head, "It's been three years, and Lao Hu said that Xiaosheng is very smart, and he knows everything about monsters and humans."

Qing Ge raised his hand and wiped his face: "Three years is not too short, have you never been out?"

Fei Mo was stunned suddenly, looked at Qing Ge for a while, then turned into green smoke with a wave of her hand and left, this was the first time she didn't talk about Qing Ge.

Seeing Fei Mo leave, Qing Ge shook his head and continued to go out, ignoring the little fairy who suddenly lost his temper.

There has been a lot of rain recently, and all the markets in the town have been withdrawn. You can only buy things at various stalls, which will be a few cents more expensive than those in the market.

Qing Ge looked at some dishes, and when he passed the pork stall, the butcher stopped him: "Xiao Daochang, I haven't seen you for a few days, are you going out to pick up work?"

"Yes, I took over the Xu family's job." Qing Ge nodded.

The butcher's meat-cutting hand stopped, and he said mysteriously: "The Xu family? I heard that there are ghosts over there, did the priest catch the ghost?"

"It should be counted... caught." Qing Ge said hesitantly.

"Oh, as long as you catch it, I heard that the mansion eats the energy of men, and many people who went in came back in vain, and when they asked, they said they met a beauty..." The butcher babbled about the affairs in the mansion.

After listening to Qing Ge, she always felt that it was not quite right with what she had imagined: "If it's just a slut... the men in the town should flock to it, right?"

The butcher waved his hand and said, "How can it be? No matter how beautiful it is, it's still a ghost. Can it be better than my own wife?"

The author has something to say: [End of this chapter]

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