Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

Shen Qingxu rubbed his knees and put down the soup bowl: "Not long after you left, he passed out in front of the hospital. I saw that he was seriously ill, so I rescued him..."

Shen Jing glared at Xue Xuanwei viciously, and was about to say something.

Xue Xuanwei fell back on the bed and covered his forehead with the back of his hand. Shen Qingxu immediately turned around to support his back, stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and said worriedly: "You are sick, so don't move around. Ah Jing, go Make some ginger tea."

Shen Jing was angry: "He...I..."

Shen Qingxu turned back, anxious and puzzled: "Go?"

Shen Jing put the tea pot heavily on the table, and snorted, he absorbed the essence of heaven and earth from a small mirage and cultivated a human form. It took more than a hundred years at least, and he can be regarded as a big monster. At this moment, he had no choice but to resign himself to stepping out of the room to gather firewood and make water to make tea.

The room was peaceful for a while, Xue Xuan slightly lowered his head and drank the warm soup he fed, but kept holding his left hand lightly and refused to let it go.

Shen Qingxu had never exchanged fingers like this before, but for some reason, he didn't get bored, instead something was burning out of his heart, which made him a little dizzy.

When Shen Jing came in with a bowl of ginger tea, Shen Qingxu was already lying on the bedside and fell asleep, Xue Xuanwei leaned over and lowered his head, only a few inches away from him, and was hugging him onto the bed.Shen Jing was greatly ashamed, dropped Jiang Tang, and stretched out her hand to throw out two mirage chains.

Xue Xuanwei grabbed it with his backhand and yanked it violently, Shen Jing swooped forward two steps.

He didn't say much, but Shen Jing saw a venomous look in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel a chill down her back.Xue Xuan glanced at him slightly: "If you don't want him to know what kind of monster you are right now, then leave the room."

Shen Jing was angry: "...you pretend to be sick to lie to him, you are not a good thing!"

Xue Xuan was slightly impatient, and his eyes became more fierce.

Shen Jing spent a lot of mana in order to strengthen Xiao Yihe's memory, and she is not Xue Xuanwei's opponent at all at the moment, not to mention, this stinky Taoist priest seems to be desperate.

He glanced at the two of them bitterly, and finally left the room step by step.

Before leaving, he was unwilling: "Brother Qing Xu..."

Xue Xuanwei: "Get lost."

It was night, except for "Shen Qingxu", no one could close their eyes safely, and Shen Jing was so annoyed that she was so angry that she was about to blow over the roof.But his "Brother Qing Xu" is just a scholar and doesn't know anything about immortals and monsters. Just like Xue Xuanwei said, he dare not reveal his identity in front of him.

Monster, monster... Shen Jing's whole body hurts from these two words.

As daylight approached, Shen Jing restored the messy dream outside the house to its original state, and ran to the kitchen cautiously to cook porridge and breakfast.Although he can conjure it, but he can't control the taste of the food he conjures up, so he still cooks it honestly.

Just as the rice was just opened, he was angrily pouring ingredients into the pot when someone grabbed his wrist.

He turned his head to look, and his eyes were full of blue light, and he almost didn't fight with him.Xue Xuanwei turned sideways, pressed down the vinegar pot in his hand, smelled a small dish that had been prepared, and said calmly: "He is from Tongling, he has a bland taste and doesn't like sour taste."

Shen Jing realized what he said, and said angrily: "He is not!"

Xue Xuan let go of his hand slightly.

"He's Fengning..." Shen Jing muttered, but thinking of those dishes he used to love most, he didn't take a sip yesterday, the tea was no longer the original taste, many habits were different, and his expression sank , "...Shen Family Villagers..."

For breakfast, "Shen Qingxu" drank a bowl of light mint porridge with egg pancakes, eating with relish.

Xue Xuanwei held a cup of fragrant tea and watched his index finger move wildly.

Shen Jing's eyes were red, she got up and went back to the kitchen, looked at another set of breakfast that was made according to the real Shen Qingxu's taste, raised her hand, and it all scattered into fly ash, then turned her head, and saw that there was something in his mouth Holding a piece of egg cake, he was smiling at the stinky Taoist priest.

"..."

Dazed for a moment, Xue Xuanwei came out at some point, and said, "Your Shen Qingxu's soul has entered the six realms of reincarnation."

Shen Jing gritted her teeth, her expression flamboyant, she was a beast that bared its teeth to intimidate its opponents because it couldn't get prey: "So what, it's just a soul! Now he has fused Brother Qing Xu's memory, remembering me, but not you!"

Xue Xuanwei's face darkened obviously.

The two faced each other, but they heard a clear voice from behind: "Hey, what are you two doing here?"

Xue Xuan withdrew his hostile expression slightly, and watched him walk in and put the empty dishes and bowls into the wooden basin to be washed.Shen Jing immediately put on an innocent look, leaned forward and took his arm, and said affectionately: "Brother Qing Xu, it rained yesterday, and many books on the bookshelf are damp, let's take them out to dry today! "

Shen Qingxu glanced at Xue Xuanwei, and seeing his brows furrowed deeply, he couldn't help but lowered himself a bit, and it took him a long time to turn around: "Well, good."

He was dragged by Shen Jing to dry the books, for some reason, he couldn't help but look aside.

There is an old apricot tree in front of the courtyard, which was planted by Shen Qingxu's parents when they were young, and now it has grown into a shade.At this time, Xue Xuanwei was leaning against the tree, cutting a section of bamboo with his saber, with a focused expression.

Shen Qingxu lowered his head and frowned, as if he had seen this kind of scene before, it was also under a tree, but it was not cutting bamboo, but chiseling jade...

At that time, he walked over and asked him what he was doing with a smile. It was obviously a soft and warm voice, but the other party immediately hid the chisel jade soul behind him in shock.

The two fought for a while, he was neither serious nor serious, his palm brushed against the sharp chisel, blood was seen all at once.

...Didn't see what he was chiseling, because the other party took advantage of the pain while holding his palm, reprimanded him, and then dodged away.

He found out later, the jade soul, the jade soul... was later chiseled into...

Shen Qingxu supported his head, his memory became more and more confused, he was still holding a book in his arms, a strange feeling came over his heart, he walked towards the apricot tree unknowingly, and walked up to him, listening to him chopping the bamboo again and again The sound of crumbs.

In the mirage, the climate is unpredictable, Xue Xuanwei only wears the smoky green Confucian gown from the previous school, and a large dark smock over his shoulders.

Born really outstanding.

He looked down and couldn't help being lost in thought.

Feeling the movement of his feet, he suddenly woke up, and realized that he was stepping on someone else's robe. He took a step back, not knowing how to explain his behavior, and after a long time, he said nonsense: "Books, books are stuck together. , I can't tear it apart..."

Xue Xuanwei put down his sword and took the books in his arms, but these books were dry and smooth, as if they had been sun-dried, so there was no such thing as "stuck together and cannot be torn apart". When he looked up again, he saw "Shen Qingxu" hanging his neck Son, seems ashamed to lie.

He didn't expose it, he shuffled the books and rearranged them, and returned them to him: "Okay."

Shen Qingxu hugged the book back, and whispered: "You recover from illness, where will you go after that?"

Xue Xuanwei was fiddling with the uncarved bamboo joint: "Until you think about it, I won't go anywhere."

"What do you remember?" Shen Qingxu was confused.

Xue Xuan raised his eyes slightly: "Want to know?"

Shen Qingxu nodded.

Xue Xuan pressed his fingertips slightly: "You're here, I'll tell you."

He bent a little closer.

"Closer, my throat is not very comfortable."

Shen Qingxu hesitated for a moment, then squatted down halfway, and moved his ears closer.In this way, his hair fell on Xue Xuanwei's shoulders, and he could almost smell the fragrance of the bamboo juice stained on Xue Xuanwei's body.

He couldn't help but tilt his head, only a handsome chin remained in his sight.

Suddenly a strange charm flashed in his mind, and the roots of his ears turned red.

Before suppressing this inexplicable mood, suddenly his wrist hurts, the world spins, and the book falls to the ground. He gasps, and Xue Xuanwei pushes him under the apricot tree. On gnarled tree stumps.

He raised his head slightly, saw himself in Xue Xuanwei's eyes, and was taken aback for a moment.

Since waking up, he has never taken a picture of himself in a mirror, and it is the first time that he sees his current appearance from a pair of pupils that are close at hand—is this me, is it Shen Qingxu?

Before he could figure it out, the bamboo breath became more intense. Someone grabbed one of his hands, and his upper body was almost pressed into the opponent's arms. Looking at Xue Xuanwei who was only two inches closer to him, listening to his breath, his mind was buzzing. Yes, more and more unclear.

The strength in holding him was not strong, but after a while, he didn't think of breaking away from him, and just leaned against the tree trunk and looked at him blankly.

"You and I have only known each other for two days, so you just let me drag you around and don't resist." Xue Xuan made a small sound, and his breath rushed into his face, "Would you do the same with someone else?"

"Shen Qingxu" had a calm face, but in fact the back of his ears and collar were all red, he couldn't bear him talking so close, and was about to close his eyes, when he heard him say that, he was immediately retorted insultingly: "How could that be?"

Xue Xuan glanced behind the tree slightly, the mirage Shen Jing was facing the courtyard gate, planting flowers with her ass pouted, not realizing that his "Brother Qing Xu" was being held under the tree in a frivolous manner, so he couldn't help snorting, He moved forward another inch, almost reaching the point where he could enclose the other's lips when he opened his mouth.

"Then you and that mirage... Shen Jing, who have known each other for many years, can you do the same?"

"Shen Qingxu" looked even more surprised: "Absurd!"

Hearing his words, Xue Xuan let go slightly, but did not let go, instead, he gently rubbed his wrist: "I can't do it with others, and I can't do it with Shen Jing, why only let me...frivolous?"

"...What frivolity." He was even more embarrassed by this word, his eyes wandering.

Xue Xuan was unforgiving: "Huh?"

"Shen Qingxu" said in a daze, "You are different..."

Before continuing to ask, he heard him say in a hurry: "Don't ask, I don't know... I can't remember. But..." He raised his unrestricted hand and grabbed his own. There was an inexplicable deep meaning on the face of the skirt, "It's different, I can feel it in my heart."

Xue Xuan's eyes trembled slightly, and a surprise burst out of his heart. He was just holding him for a while, maybe it could force him to think a little bit, but like this, he was reluctant to let go.

This is something he never revealed when he was "Xiao Yihe", the memory of "Shen Qingxu", an honest scholar, has such an influence.

Xue Xuan breathed out slightly, wanting to hear more: "I... am different?"

"Shen Qingxu" did not speak.

Xue Xuan asked slightly: "What do you think of me?"

He didn't answer, but pursed his lips, but there was a strange blush under his face.When he asked again, he turned his head away, no matter how aggressive Xue Xuanwei's words were, he refused to say another word.

Xue Xuan was slightly irritable.

However, Shen Jing suddenly called twice, "Shen Qingxu" took the opportunity to break free, picked up a few books and ran back to the yard, pretending to have just picked up the paper that was swept away by the wind, hurriedly sat back on the stool, and continued drying books.

Shen Jing showed off some flowers and plants to him again, but he didn't hear clearly, so he hummed a few times casually.

Looking up, it was Xue Xuanwei who came back, handing back the two books he had left behind.

He took it, flipped through two pages absently, suddenly froze, and immediately closed the book tightly: "...you!"

It was one of the erotic palaces that Xiao Yihe had stayed up all night in the academy before, but he couldn't remember it right now.

Xue Xuan glanced at him slightly, he was in a good mood, and he was inexplicably pleasing to Shen Jing's eyes, and said in a low voice: "This is called, treat the person with the way of the person."

Shen Jing hugged the flower pot, and seeing them whispering, she insisted on squeezing in: "What are you talking about? I want to listen too."

Xue Xuan slightly retracted his gaze: "It has nothing to do with you."

Shen Jing: "..."

Today's Xiao Yihe is still influenced by "Shen Qingxu"'s Yiling, and his behavior and personality have changed a lot. When he saw this muddy book, his first thought was to throw it away quickly. Picking it up, he tucked it into the skirt of his clothes in a strange way.

It wasn't until night, when I was about to undress and go to bed, that I remembered this thin booklet, and immediately reached for a candle and wanted to burn it.

Before the flames licked up, he couldn't help but opened it and glanced at it, but happened to turn to a certain page at the very back. After a quick glance, he was horrified and closed it with a "snap".Gathering his mind, he said to himself, he must have read it wrong, and opened it again to confirm.

"啪" is another sound.

... You read that right, there are indeed two men in the painting, one of them has a thick tail wrapped around the waist of the other.

And, and...

He sent the booklet to the candlelight in a daze, and couldn't help thinking about the painting in his mind.

Xue Xuanwei and Shen Jing had a fight outside the door. Shen Jing, who had not yet recovered, was hit on the head again by Xue Xuanwei, who desperately used forbidden techniques, and lost the opportunity to sleep with his "Brother Qing Xu". When he entered the inner room, he saw that the flame had already licked his fingertips.

The things in the mirage are all transformed by the power of the mirage, the candle is the same, and the booklet is also the same. They are all of the same origin, so they almost explode when they are ignited.

Xue Xuan slapped him with a palm and forcibly pulled him away from the table. The burned booklet and innocent candle stubs were pitifully shattered to the ground.

"..." Xue Xuanwei took his hand and checked it around, but he was not injured, so he reprimanded, "What's wrong?"

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said: "You, you...have no shame!"

Xue Xuanwei: "...?"

He withdrew his hand, pointed at the corner of the book, he really couldn't say anything, but he didn't know how to be tactful, so he said in a low voice: "How can you, can... mix private goods!"

Xue Xuanwei couldn't understand: "I mixed in some private goods."

Xiao Yihe looked around, the doors and windows were all closed, and then swallowed his saliva, like a mosquito: "Draw your own face and go in!"

Xue Xuan was silent.

He suddenly realized, and said: "Are you trying to make me dream of you in my dreams at night? Then when I woke up the next morning, you saw me frozen in bed and dare not move, so you must ask me what happened. I must be Said, not how, I told you to start first."

Xue Xuanwei: "..."

He continued to talk to himself: "But you just refused to get up, and you still stretched out your hand. I was ashamed for a moment and covered my face, and you took the opportunity to do this to me under the quilt..."

Speaking of this, he turned his head and glanced at Xue Xuanwei, and clicked his tongue, "You have such a dirty mind."

"...shut up." Xue Xuanwei couldn't listen anymore, and covered his mouth with his palm.

Not to mention that this booklet was originally drawn by himself, Xue Xuanwei only accidentally caught a glimpse of a page at the school that day, and has no idea what else was drawn behind it.Furthermore, it is not known that he was drawn in, and the culprit who painted this thing in turn accused him of being "dirty in mind", which is really unreasonable.

Xiao Yihe was about to open his mouth again, but Xue Xuan held his mouth tight, suddenly a finger sank into the crevice of his slightly parted lips, and his fingertips touched something soft and slippery.

The thing withdrew its tongue to hide, the cavity was narrow, but rolled softly over his fingertips.

Xiao Yihe was so angry that he clenched his teeth and bit it, Xue Xuan pulled out slightly in pain, and there was already a light ring of teeth marks on his knuckles.

Xue Xuanwei looked at the tooth marks, and said with a smile: "...A thief shouts "Catch a thief."

After he reacted, "Shen Qingxu" was an honest scholar, and he definitely couldn't say such thin words as "such and such". It can be seen that the part of "Xiao Yihe" in his character at this time is gaining the upper hand.

I wanted to take this opportunity to ask something, but I saw that he had already buried himself in the quilt, wrapped tightly, only half of the back of his head was exposed, and he looked like he was afraid of being touched by "dirty" people.

Xue Xuanwei: "..."

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That night, Xiao Yihe lay on the bed cautiously, and indeed had a dream, but it was not the dirty picture book, but the Shenjia Village after the death of "Shen Qingxu".

He first floated in the air with his soul body, and saw the young Shen Jing kneeling in front of his sick bed, the room was overflowing with demon power.

There was a force that kept trying to pull him into the corpse, but that force was too weak, as if the young Ah Jing gently pulled his sleeve timidly when she was angry and deliberately ignored him.

He vaguely understood that this was Shen Jing's desire to recall his out-of-body soul back into that body, but everything has a reincarnation in the sky, so how can a mirage who has not figured out the "way of heaven" be able to change it in vain.

Shen Qingxu could only watch him exhaust his strength and still fall short.

But although Shen Jing failed to bring him back to life, he accidentally imprisoned his soul for a period of time. Shen Qing Xu Piaohu was in the courtyard, watching Shen Jing cry so that his eyes were red and swollen, and he hadn't had any water for days and nights.

But even if he was heartbroken and wanted to tell him that there was no need to be like this, he couldn't touch a strand of Shen Jing's hair or utter a word.

On the fourth day, Shen Jing finally got up, embraced his body, and buried him behind the courtyard, in the forest where he often played with little Ah Jing.

Shen Qingxu thought that he would be able to come out slowly in the future and live a good life.In Shen Qingxu's eyes, Shen Jing is indeed the same as usual, carrying water, chopping firewood, tending the flower and vegetable garden, sitting in front of the candle every night, studying and practicing calligraphy seriously...

But this is just what he thought, because he was only confined in this secluded courtyard, so he didn't know what happened in the village.

Until one day half a year later, two brave brothers and sisters ran up the mountain, picked up stones from their feet, and smashed them on the window one by one.The stone was thrown, and Shen Qingxu subconsciously tried to stop it, but seeing the stone pass straight through his body, he could only helplessly watch them smash the window.

"Crazy!" They scolded and laughed, "Crazy! You killed your brother, but you came to harm us!"

Several big holes were smashed in the window, and the little girl among them said in fear: "He won't find out it's us, come, come and hit us?"

The other clapped his dirty hands and said, "A lunatic, can you tell who is who in the village?"

The little girl pouted: "But, but this is also Mr. Shen's home, he used to teach us how to read, he is a good man..."

The boy snorted, "If Mr. Shen knew that his younger brother was going crazy everywhere in the village, he would definitely be revived!"

Shen Qingxu listened for a while in a daze, and wandered in the courtyard with uneasy mood for a while.

... Ah Jing is crazy?How crazy?

When he went out in the morning, he lit the stove in an orderly manner, had a meal, and took care of the vegetable garden and small bonsai in an orderly manner. Why did he go crazy?

Shen Qingxu couldn't figure it out, so he walked out of the courtyard in a daze, but before he stepped out of the courtyard door, he bumped his head against an invisible wall, he touched the "wall" with both hands, walked around the courtyard, I found that there was indeed no gap, and I was extremely discouraged.

Ah Jing came back a bit late that day, and the rice in the pot was burnt dry. Shen Qingxu was so anxious that he wanted to reach out to draw firewood, but after all, Yin Hun was afraid of fire, so when he reached out his hand, several of them were burned away by the flames. finger.

He had no choice but to watch wisps of charred black smoke rising from the pot.

He sat on the small stool where Ah Jing used to trim flower branches, and waited until it was dark before he could barely see a thin figure on the path.

Shen Qingxu rushed to the courtyard wall, just relieved, but found that his walking posture was not right, he seemed to be a little limp.

"Ah..." He couldn't make a sound, his throat seemed to be leaking, so he closed his mouth embarrassingly.

When Shen Jing walked into the courtyard, Shen Qingxu floated around him several times, seeing that his clothes were torn and his cheeks were dirty, as if he had fought with someone.

He silently called "Ah Jing" in his heart, Shen Jing seemed to sense something, raised his head and looked around, his eyes swept over Shen Qingxu's soul, did not stay, and soon lowered his head again.

After that, Shen Jing's complexion became paler day by day, and she came back later day by day.

Sometimes it is wounded, sometimes it is dirty like a mud monkey.

Shen Qingxu didn't know what he was doing outside, because he couldn't speak a word after returning home, he just copied and wrote, and took the copied books out during the day.

Where those handwritten books went, he did not know.

The more anxious he was, the more he felt powerless. All he could do every day was to float on the wall, hoping that he would come back safely.

During this period, no villagers came up the mountain again, and Shen Jing was rarely injured again.It seemed that there was nothing wrong with both sides, but the uneasiness in Shen Qingxu's heart was getting bigger and bigger.

This situation lasted for more than five years.

The power that imprisoned Shen Qingxu was finally exhausted, and at noon of a certain day, a thin crack opened.

He didn't even think about it, he squeezed himself out of the crack, and with the pain of his soul dissipating, he plunged headlong towards Shenjia Village at the foot of the mountain.

——However, what awaited him was a lonely and barren vegetable patch, a dilapidated village entrance, and panicked villagers hiding in Tibet.