Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

This night, Xiao Yihe got a rare and peaceful sleep.

I don't know how long it has passed, the night outside the window is hazy, Xue Xuanwei only felt the side of his neck was hot and humid, opened his eyes, and saw Xiao Yihe resting on his shoulder, although there was a beautiful color on his face, his lips were bright red, and he exhaled hot air from his mouth.

With the infiltration of spiritual power, the new tender flesh was slightly itchy, he rolled in his arms, the eyelids fluttered, Xue Xuan slightly hugged his hands, gently comforted him, and guided him to release the muddy accumulated in the spiritual essence. After refining his spiritual power, Xiao Yihe slowly calmed down, and fell asleep next to him.

At this time, there was a light knock on the door, as if afraid of disturbing them.

Then Ning Wushuang's voice sounded.

Xue Xuan slightly lifted the skirt of the man in his arms, and was examining his wound. After being warmed by essence and blood, a layer of fresh pink-tender flesh had sprouted on the flesh, and he touched it cautiously.

Just about to smooth out his clothes, he noticed a flash of spiritual light on his waist, so he couldn't help but look down a few inches.

It was a brand deep in the skin, shaped like the sun and the moon. He was startled, and his lips were tightly pressed. As for what Ning Wushuang said outside the door, he didn't listen to it at all.

For a while, Ning Wushuang lay on the door listening to the movement, thinking that Xue Xuanwei had rested and was about to leave when the door creaked open.

Ning Wushuang looked up and saw that his face was pale, obviously he had lost too much blood, and he was going to tell him about the villagers, but he forgot when he was stunned: "Are you okay..."

Xue Xuanwei hesitated again and again, and finally asked: "How did the shape of the soul contract brand come about?"

Ning Wushuang wondered why he asked that question, and then understood what he said: "If it wasn't you who imposed it on your own initiative, or it was condensed in his unconsciousness, then generally speaking, it is the most deeply binding and unforgettable imprint on him. "

most memorable...

Xue Xuan was calm on the face, but his heart began to churn.

After the great battle that year, the Taoist sect fell into chaos, and everyone was busy repairing it. They feared and loathed Xiao Yihe's obsession, and cursed that they would cut him into pieces.

Xue Xuanwei, who had just left the customs, heard about the great change, and immediately tracked down his whereabouts, entangled with him for days and nights, and finally caught him in a village in the west while he was exhausted.

At that time, Xue Xuanwei had vaguely noticed his abnormal state of mind, but after so many years, no one taught him what kind of emotion this is, and how to relieve it. However, after Xiao Yihe was caught, he was accidentally tied back to the Taoist sect. , but hid him on an island in the middle of a lake.

It was the last oasis on the edge of the Western Wilderness. It was surrounded by a vast green lake surrounded by white sand. In the center of the lake was a small moon-shaped island the size of a palm. There was only one wooden house that had been abandoned for many years.

Xue Xuanwei retreated for a long time, and his swordsmanship was perfect, so he set up a circle of "painting the ground as a prison" technique along the lake, surrounded by thousands of swords, and trapped the enchanted Xiao Yihe in it.

It was a rare period of peace, and the thin aura of the island in the middle of the lake also suppressed Xiao Yihe's speed of becoming enchanted. Xiao Yihe didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't seem to have much resentment about the fact of being imprisoned, or maybe it was a trouble. After living for a few days, I found that I could not escape in the end, so I had to stay patiently before making plans.

He has little spiritual power on the island and can only live like an ordinary person.

Today let Xue Xuanwei bring him a few koi to raise in the lake, and tomorrow let Xue Xuanwei bring some chickens and ducks to relieve his boredom.

One day, Xue Xuanwei returned to the island in the middle of the lake with the quilt he wanted, and saw him sitting on the edge of "painting the ground as a prison" carrying a small stool. Looking from afar, Xue Xuanwei thought he had figured out some way to escape again. .

When he got closer, he found that he was using the sword intent to sharpen his too long nails. When he came back, the sword intent cut his skin with a flick of his fingers.

With his blood-oozing fingertips in his mouth, sporadic Taoist sword intent penetrated into his blood along the wound and collided with his devilish energy, causing his eyes to glisten in pain.

Xue Xuanwei's heart skipped a beat, he looked away, and strode up the wooden bridge leading to the island, but quietly withdrew that bit of sword intent in his sleeve.

At that time, Xiao Yihe's Dao heart could no longer suppress the growing devilish energy.

Xue Xuanwei put the brocade quilt on the bed, while he sat in front of the case, flipping through the Qingjing Sutra that he had been forced to copy during the day. Check the trembling - shaking traces.

At the end of the writing, I seemed to be tired of copying, and the content changed from scriptures to memoirs. Today I fed the chickens, caught fish, and a cluster of yellow wild flowers bloomed by the lake; a nest of ants lived in the tree hole behind the house, How many came out in the morning, how many went back at noon, passed those places along the way; and what snacks he wanted to eat tomorrow, he wrote clearly.

The candlelight dyed his handwriting with a layer of warm light. Xue Xuanwei was just about to explain that he would go buy the snacks he wanted tomorrow, but unexpectedly just opened his mouth to say a word, the bedding rustled, and the candlelight went out in a flash.

Xue Xuanwei's eyes were alert, and he touched the sword. The next moment, a slightly thin body sat on his thigh.

Xiao Yihe took advantage of the darkness to touch his lips and rub his face.

He was stunned for a moment, then calmed down, put his hand on his shoulder, but pushed him outward.

This is not the first time Xiao Yihe has done such a thing. His heart is dusty, his behavior is becoming more and more weird and absurd and unreasonable, half of it is caused by demonic energy, and the other half is because he wants to take advantage of the opportunity to escape. Xue Xuanwei gradually became familiar with his rude behavior and reprimanded him. : "Go down."

Xiao Yihe refused, and wrapped his arms around his waist: "It's cold, hug me."

Xue Xuanwei's face was ugly, and the center of his brows was slightly twisted: "Xiao Yihe."

"Call Senior Brother."

Although the surroundings were already pitch black, Xue Xuanwei still closed his eyes with difficulty. With such a posture and such an atmosphere, knowing that he was restless, asking him to call out "senior brother" is different from humiliating him.But the more you want to escape, the more you can feel the cool temperature clinging to his body, and the simple and clean scent of soap locust on his body.

Xue Xuanwei suddenly sensed something and was about to clamp his hand.

Xiao Yihe buried his face sideways on his shoulder, raised his waist slightly, and whispered: "Junior brother, you... stand up here."

Xue Xuanwei's face changed slightly, he thought Xiao Yihe was teasing him in another way, he waved his hand and lit the candle, thinking that once the room was lit, he would feel bored, and put away this lewd tone.

Unexpectedly, with the warm light leaping up, the eyes of the two met, and Xiao Yihe's expression could be seen at a glance.

Xue Xuan was slightly absent-minded, and let him kiss her, and the temperature before the case gradually increased until a foreign object suddenly intruded between his teeth, accompanied by a mocking laugh: "Let go."

As if waking up from a dream, he lifted Xiao Yihe up with one palm, pressed him on the ground covered with a thick velvet blanket, and said coldly: "Xiao Yihe! In order to escape, can you do this..."

The intrusion of demonic energy made Xiao Yihe's skin extremely thin, and it was quickly blushed. Hearing this, he looked away, but his cheeks turned red.

Xue Xuanwei was so angry that he tied his hands with a spiritual rope, threw him on the bed, and stopped looking at him.

The sound of the lake outside the window was roaring, and after a while, Xiao Yihe rolled around like a cocoon, poked his head out and asked, "Junior brother?"

Xue Xuanwei was reciting scriptures silently, when he heard his voice again, he lost his composure: "What are you doing?"

Xiao Yihe managed to get half of his chin out, and buried it in the brocade quilt, panting slightly, he said unwillingly, "Isn't it hard?"

Although Xue Xuanwei practiced Taoism, he didn't understand it, and he understood after a moment of ignorance.

Xue Xuanwei: "..."

Xiao Yihe said without knowing what to say: "I'm bewitched, but I'm not completely bewitched yet."

Of course Xue Xuanwei knew that he was possessed, otherwise why would he be confined in this desolate place, so he replied unkindly: "So what?!"

Seeing that he couldn't understand himself, Xiao Yihe's eyes flickered, redness steamed from the bottom of his face, he hesitated for a long time, and said in a low voice: "So... I'm very sensitive..."

Xue Xuanwei's eyes darkened when he heard it, his figure swayed, he took a deep breath, and suddenly looked at the person who said such words.After Xiao Yihe finished speaking, he raised his two tied hands and scratched the tip of his nose: "Really, if you don't believe me, touch me..."

"Shut up." Xue Xuanwei immediately pulled out a handkerchief, rolled it up, and compared it to his face, his tone full of threats.

Xiao Yihe shut up obediently, but only after a moment's silence, he said desperately: "Do you know that there are many things that can stop your mouth? Bu Tuanzi is the most boring kind."

"..." Xue Xuan stared at him slightly, and he was really confused by him before he followed him, "What else?!"

Xiao Yihe's eyes turned under the tip of his nose. Before Xue Xuan could think about it, his eyes quickly fell, along his shoulders, neck, and body, he saw the folds of clothes under his waist in one breath: "I saw it in the hot spring pool by chance two years ago. One time, he is so heroic and mighty that he will definitely be able to block it tightly..."

Xue Xuanwei finally came to his senses, there was a buzzing in his head, and it took him a long time to find his voice, and he paused every word: "Xiao, Yi, He!"

Xiao Yihe raised his eyes and replied with a smile: "Here."

Xue Xuan closed his eyes slightly, thinking that he was such an out-of-the-ordinary person, he couldn't be really angry, he suppressed his emotions severely, thinking "I can't fall in his arms", and picked up another volume of Qingjing Sutra to read, no matter what he said Ignore the nonsense words again, and when he calmed down, he turned his head and saw him curled up in a ball and fell asleep.

"..."

On the second day, Xiao Yihe gnawed on the hibiscus cake he brought, flipped through an unknown book, and sighed suddenly for some reason: "I only taught you swordsmanship and Taoism, but I didn't teach you human nature."

His temper has been capricious lately, Xue Xuanwei didn't know what schemes he was going to come up with, he was still writing, and said absent-mindedly: "What is human nature?"

Xiao Yihe still sighed: "Look at how well written this book is, brother and friend..."

He continued to flip through the book, and soon sighed for the third time: "Oh."

Xue Xuanwei couldn't bear it any longer, stretched out his hand and took his book, impatiently looking at what he was reading, but ended up pulling him in front of him and bowing his head to review a few pages.

The so-called brothers and friends... Brother Gong...

His whole body went numb, and he slammed the book shut: "Xiao Yihe! Where did this thing come from?"

Why do you ask, the handwriting is written by him himself!He actually used his own name to write such filthy things in broad daylight!

Xue Xuanwei looked at his pursed lips, and couldn't help but think back to the paragraphs that just passed by. He wrote boldly, with paradoxical postures, and vivid colors. He even described in detail the process of "gagging" mentioned yesterday.

What is he thinking about every day? !

Or, he knew his unbearable thoughts early in the morning, and deliberately stimulated him every day so that he could escape from prison when he was unprepared?

It must be so, Xue Xuanwei's face became colder, and his heart became colder.

That night, there was a rare cold rain on the island in the middle of the lake. Although it was not heavy, it hit the eaves of the wooden house and fell on the calm lake, tick-tock, and even the desks seemed to be wet.

Xue Xuan closed his eyes and meditated slightly, and heard the mattress turning over and over again, humming and chirping, he frowned, his heart was impetuous: "What do you want to do again?"

"cold……"

Xue Xuan slightly glanced out the window, the night in the desert was already cold, and it rained again on the lake tonight, he hesitated for a moment, finally walked to the side of the couch, stretched out his hand to test the temperature of his body.

However, before he could touch it, a large quilt wrapped him under the hood.

Xue Xuanwei was really laughed at by him. Just as he was about to get up, his waist was held down, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Xuanwei, I feel bad."

"..." Xue Xuanwei was really tired from dealing with him every day, and sighed, "What on earth do you want to do, you have to play tricks on me for fun?"

Xiao Yihe paused: "No."

Xue Xuan turned around slightly, observed him from the half shadow, and lowered his hand gradually: "Okay, then I will do what you want."

The sound of the rain became more urgent, Xue Xuanwei turned him over and held him, staring at him for an unknown period of time, while the brocade rustled, and the quilt slightly heaved.Xiao Yihe leaned forward to kiss him, but he avoided him, the light in Xue Xuanwei's pupils dimmed, and he leaned over to listen to him: "Brother, relax a bit." After a pause, he said, "Open."

Xiao Yihe didn't move, he seemed to be scared.

Xue Xuanwei looked at him, deliberately sneered and said: "You have tried every means these days, isn't it just for this?"

The knees were separated little by little, and in the next moment, Xiao Yihe almost bounced up, and then fell back on the pillow.

There was a sudden gust of wind, and Xue Xuanwei saw that the corners of his eyes were bright red, and finally let go of the force that suppressed him, thinking that he knew he was afraid this time, so he should be honest, withdrew his fingers calmly, stood up and said: "Don't have such a mess in the future. of--"

He looked down and was stunned.

Xiao Yihe bit his lip, his face turned red, and in a moment he stretched out a hand and grabbed his sleeve.Obviously, he didn't look like he was afraid, but he seemed to know the taste, and pulled him into the quilt.As the quilt was lifted and closed in this way, there was a faint musk smell in the tent, mixed with the fishy smell of rainwater seeping through the window cracks.

Xue Xuanwei's heart skipped a beat, he seemed to be real...

"Xiao Yihe, you..."

All kinds of emotions in his heart were uncontrollable for a while, Xue Xuanwei lowered his head again, and kissed his lips. After some trial and error, I finally found a way.

The defense built in his heart was finally broken when Xiao Yihe put down his body and asked him for whatever he wanted.

He has never encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation in his life, but today, in the ecstasy of his bones, he found that he also had unspeakable inner demons.

One-night wind and showers, the koi in the lake jumped into the pond, plopping and jumping until dawn.

Until the curtain was in a mess and the smell was so strong that it couldn't be dispelled, Xue Xuanwei looked at the person who slipped into his arms unknowingly. After a whole night of tossing, he was exhausted and slept peacefully and deeply like never before.

I don't know how long it took, the sky was bright, Xue Xuanwei stroked his hair, the obedience and indulgence of yesterday was still in his heart, it was his first experience, and he couldn't help feeling nervous, thinking about what he would say and what he would do when he woke up.

Thinking of this, he got out of bed in a daze, and for the first time in his life, cooked a pot of rice porridge that was not very smooth in that stove that was almost never used.

Xiao Yihe finally woke up slowly from his lethargy, and when he opened his eyes, he smelled the fragrance of rice. He stretched his waist, and stared at Xue Xuanwei for a while.

Seeing him holding a large plain porcelain bowl carefully, a few white fingertips that had been kneaded in and out of his body were reddened by charcoal ash, and he hadn't had time to deal with them.

Because the voice was overused, it was a little hoarse, and it still carried the love of last night.

But the first sentence is: "It is worthy of being born with Taoism, pure and flawless... much more comfortable."

Xue Xuanwei was holding the porridge bowl, and finally realized something was wrong. He walked over and stretched out his hand to feel his veins, and found that the demon energy in his meridians had weakened a lot. Although it was not enough to prevent him from possessing demons, it could greatly relieve the pain of possessing demons.

"..." Xue Xuan was silent for a moment, "Are you using my double cultivation to relieve the demon energy?"

Xiao Yihe laughed, raised his eyes and glanced at him: "You don't need this expression, you can have fun. Everyone gets what they need, isn't it?"

The lingering-mian of last night gradually dissipated, and the rubbing between ears and temples seemed like a self-made joke. Xue Xuanwei grabbed his arm suddenly, and lifted him up, furious but didn't know what to say, until he cried out in pain, he fell into a trance Let go.

He lay on the head of the bed, aggressively saying, "Hey, my back hurts, I can't get up."

Xue Xuanwei: "..."

Xue Xuanwei himself didn't understand, maybe after that incident, he became addicted, but Xiao Yihe had to rely on him to ease the attack of evil energy.In this way, the two have maintained this kind of relationship of "each takes what he needs" tacitly.

Until one day, the two of them dangled in the boat on the lake in the middle of the night, the bumps on the lake made Xiao Yihe especially emotional that night, Xue Xuan slightly felt a kind of joy that he knew was false, but he still drank his bones, after that, he fell into a deep sleep for some reason go.

When he woke up again, Xiao Yihe was no longer there, a thin blanket was draped over his shoulders, and a corner of the "painting the ground as a prison" sword array was breached.

——Xiao Yihe escaped.

At that time, Xue Xuanwei didn't know that when the two met again, it would be the time to try the sword cliff to fight to the death.

……

There is a moon in the middle of the day, and it is the island in the middle of the lake, where the two spent more than a year of absurd days.

Xue Xuanwei always believed that for Xiao Yihe, who was proud all his life, it was a place where he could only succumb to himself in order to save his life, leaving behind many unbearable shames.So that later, Xue Xuanwei recalled his thousands of broken souls and condensed them into one, but with so many memories, he accidentally forgot the island in the middle of the lake.

But Xue Xuanwei couldn't forget that no matter what, and even built a bamboo house on Fuyun Peak.

But now, Xiao Yihe branded that small island shaped like the sun and moon on his soul.

Xue Xuanwei's heart throbbed violently, he opened his mouth, turned his head to look at the person who was still sleeping on the bed, as if some truth was about to come out.He no longer cared about Ning Wushuang standing at the door, walked back and sat quietly beside Xiao Yihe, looked at him, and stroked his temples.

"Brother, wake up." He whispered.

Suddenly there was a few noises outside the courtyard, and then a series of hurried footsteps came. Chao Wendao rushed in and bumped into Ning Wushuang who had just turned his head. He glanced inward, only to see Xue Xuanwei blocked him The half-thin figure beside him.

Not caring to look more, he bowed his head and said, "Sovereign, just now Brother Nan Rong went out to check and found the seriously injured master at the entrance of the village!"

Ning Wushuang was stunned: "Your master? Mr. Guanhua?"

Xue Xuan frowned slightly: "It's a pity."

Chao Wendao just woke up not long ago, his face was pale, and he nodded: "Brother Nanrong found him, the strings of the master's piano were all broken, presumably he broke into the battle by mistake, but was attacked at the entrance of the village."