After becoming a disciple of the Pope

Ye Shaoqing refused to continue this topic, otherwise she would be led by the vixen to become more and more abnormal.

He coughed twice in embarrassment, and said, "I'm hungry, I'll go find something to eat."

Laughing twice, staring at the back of him who almost ran away, the smile on Ye Zheng's lips gradually faded, the oval dark gold pupils looked at the burning fire, and the fire shook violently with the opening and closing of the door All of a sudden, like the deep emotion in its eyes, it surged up and down secretly.

When Ye Shaoqing turned back with the food, all the dark and unclear emotions were silenced, hidden deeply in his eyes, the white fox returned to its usual laziness, lying softly on the chair, gently wagging its tail, waiting for the apprentice to feed it.

Zhou Wen stayed on the tree for a while, took the opportunity to leave the Heichuan Temple early, and secretly conveyed His Majesty's order.Yezheng turned into a Linlong, and fought in the arena of the Heichuan Church. There are many followers, but its performance is too eye-catching, and there are more than one wasteland for those who are interested.

For several days in a row, Yezheng, as if racing against time, put all his energy into supervising Ye Shaoqing's learning of magic arts. Even Xiaoji didn't let him go, his hairy belly became thinner, and he was full of bitterness and had nothing to say.

Yezheng carefully selected two high-level magic spells for him that can be used together. One is the illusion that the fox is good at, and the other is called death timing.Needless to say, the former is a growable magical technique like the body fixation technique. In addition to creating hallucinations to deceive the five senses of the enemy, if it is practiced to the depth, it can even completely manipulate the enemy's consciousness and make it his servant.

Death Chronograph is also a rare magical art treasured in the Imperial Art Museum. It compresses its own aggressive mental power and injects it into the enemy's body. After a certain period of time, it detonates and destroys all the vitality of the enemy from the inside out. Once it explodes, the target will be destroyed. Death is inevitable, the sea of ​​consciousness will disappear, the soul will be scattered, and even the gods will not be able to save it.

The only shortcoming is that physical contact is necessary, and it cannot be used in the air.

Even with this disadvantage, this divine art is enough to rank among the top divine arts, and its horror can be imagined just by looking at its name.

Before Ye Shaoqing had time to drool, Ye Zheng immediately poured cold water on him: "Don't be too happy, with your current mental strength, you can support you to perform death timing twice at most, practicing meditation diligently, and improving your mental strength is the right way .”

It is troublesome to practice this kind of dangerous magic, so Ye Shaoqing's eyes were fixed on the stones in the yard.

After several days, the priests and guard knights on duty around could hear strange muffled noises from time to time. They followed the sound and searched for it. Except for Ye Ji, who squatted under the Four Seasons tree and didn't know what to do, he couldn't find anything strange.

Faced with everyone's doubts, Ye Shaoqing threw away the gravel and picked up the earthworm that had been accidentally blown into two by the aftermath. With a look of compassion on his face, he patted Xiaoji's hairy head helplessly.

"How many times have I told you, don't fart so loudly, look at you, it broke all the earthworms, what a pity."

Xiaoji: "Oh???"

The dying earthworm twitched.

"Hey, it turns out you're not dead yet, so I'll save you." As he said that, he glued together the two parts that couldn't be distinguished from the head to the tail with a blank expression.

Earthworm: "..." Let it die!

The crowd dispersed, and the fox lay on the top of the tree with a muffled laugh, but soon it stopped laughing.

Some priests passing by whispered about the bishop's return to the imperial capital to report on his duties at the end of the year. As the time for his departure drew closer, Ye Zheng knew that he had to leave.

The Pope hadn't appeared in front of people for a long time, using the excuse that sooner or later he would run out of days, and the sooner he would return, there would be no trouble.The annual bishop's debriefing meeting is an important occasion for each bishop to demonstrate the strength of the diocese and his own achievements. It determines the inclination of resources and personnel promotion in the coming year. It has always been presided over by the Pope himself.

Before that, it must return to the Central Holy See, restore its identity, and more importantly, dig out the traitor who was lurking beside it and secretly murdered it during retreat.

There was a light rain during the day, which washed away the mist in the sky. At night, a bright crescent moon hangs above the dark sky, and the soft moonlight cools in through the window, outlining the quiet silhouette of the fox. .

On the bed, Ye Shaoqing was sleeping peacefully with Xiaoji in his arms. On the desk, there were the essence of magic notes and annotations sorted out by Yezheng. It took several nights. It was too hasty to write in detail, but it was enough Ye Shaoqing has been thinking about it for a long time.

A slender human arm quietly lifted the curtain, and Ye Zheng, wearing Ye Shaoqing's priestly robe, slowly sat down beside the bed, twisting the slipped quilt for him.

In the dim curtain, Yezheng quietly watched Ye Shaoqing's sleeping face, his cool fingers lightly brushed over the other's smooth forehead and high nose bridge, and finally stopped on his lips.

He leaned over, landed a light kiss there, and left as soon as he touched it.

"I left as a teacher, you miss me every day, you know?"

Yezheng's low, inaudible voice dissipated in his ears, the priest's robe fell to the ground, and a snow-white fox jumped onto the window sill. It turned its head and took one last deep look, then turned and left firmly, letting the dark night engulf it figure...

The bright moon hangs coldly in the sky, watching every separation and separation with cold eyes.

Ye Shaoqing frowned in his sleep. In front of him was a tall and majestic golden door, blocking his way. One door was opened, and another door was opened. It seemed endless, and there was no end in sight.

He didn't know what he was chasing, but he just vaguely saw a familiar figure from the back, gradually drifting away in front of Misty.

He wanted to stop him, but the figure walked faster and faster, gradually out of his sight, leaving Ye Shaoqing floating in the boundless void alone, the world was vast, and he was alone.

There was rain falling and hitting his face, it was cold to the bone, Ye Shaoqing wiped it, but the rain was getting heavier and drenched, and he was drenched all over - a sneeze saved him from the heavy rain - Ye Shaoqing woke up slowly , felt the moisture on his cheeks, of course it wasn't rain, but Xiaoji's saliva.

"..." Ye Shaoqing was speechless for a while, holding the back of Xiaoji's neck with two fingers, and throwing away the guy that almost climbed up on his face, "Strange, where did the dead fox go? Why is it so generous tonight? I gave up the nest to you!" It's a little grumpy."

He put on his clothes and got up, and relieved his urge to urinate. The room was quiet, except for Xiaoji's snoring, he couldn't hear anything. After searching around, he didn't even find a fox fur.

The two sword eyebrows frowned little by little, and Ye Shaoqing picked up the priest's robe that fell on the ground under the window sill, and there was still a trace of familiarity on it.For no reason, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

He turned on the table lamp, and the warm yellow light instantly illuminated a stack of notes and books, clearly illuminating the worry and seriousness on his face. A letter was lying there quietly, with only one sentence written on it : Waiting for you in the imperial capital as a teacher—Ye Zheng.

"Fuck me-"

These two words that came out of the mouth perfectly and appropriately showed Ye Shaoqing's mood when he saw this sentence. He read the letter with only one sentence over and over again several times, thinking of Ye Zheng's strange words and deeds before, and finally determined which one The dead vixen is not playing a nasty joke on himself, it really ran away from home and left without saying goodbye!

Home?No, this is not "home", maybe the place it is going to is the real "home".Ye Shaoqing laughed at herself, and said that "the place that belongs to it is the place that belongs to me", which is a lie.

"It's only after I'm gone. Who will go to the imperial capital to find you..." Ye Shaoqing slapped the letter paper on the table, half of his face against the backlight was gloomy. He just left without leaving an explanation.

The muscles on Ye Shaoqing's face were tense, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and his dark eyes were full of haze and annoyance - he was quite indifferent to most people and things, and he was rarely so angry .

Based on Ye Zheng's understanding of him, it is obvious that Ye Shaoqing will definitely get angry, so there are only two possibilities for him to choose to do so, one, he has a reason to leave, and the other... with his bad temper, he may be very happy Look how angry he is.

"Little bastard, when I catch you, I have to skin your fox!" Ye Shaoqing squinted, without any sleepiness, woke up Xiaoji, and ordered in an unquestionable tone, "Quickly hear that dead fox go Where did you run off!"

"Aww?" Xiaoji's head was still a little dazed just after waking up. Although it barked, it was not a dog!

Under the staring gaze of the master, Xiaoji had no choice but to distinguish the remaining breath in the air, hesitated for a while, and ran out in a direction uncertain.

It was the darkest time of the day before dawn, and the cold wind pierced through the bones. Ye Shaoqing followed Xiaoji, running and stopping, and the hot air he exhaled was instantly cooled in the cold night.

It was pitch black all around, and you couldn't see your fingers. Xiaoji circled around a few times, completely lost his way, and looked at his master innocently.Ye Shaoqing didn't blame it, but just looked at the front of the black hole expressionlessly, her legs weighed more than a thousand catties, and she didn't know whether the path she walked was one step closer to Ye Zheng or farther away.

"Go back..." After a while, he said in a low voice.

I don't know if it was affected by the master's worry and melancholy mood, Xiaoji also drooped his head listlessly, flapping his wings neither high nor low.

Ye Shaoqing walked back silently, Xiaoji secretly glanced at the dignified expression of the master, and felt that it would be better to let the big devil come back and snatch its nest.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Xiaoji, who was flying ahead, suddenly stopped.

"——Aww!!!" Sensing the strange and hostile aura, it instantly puffed up its fur and growled in warning.

"Who is it?" Ye Shaoqing stared vigilantly at the figure standing up against the wall and slowly approaching them, narrowing his eyes slowly.