9000 years

He thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but he slept soundly. It was rare for Xuanli not to dream, and he hugged the person in his arms tightly, and slept until the sunset.

The person in the arms struggled a bit first, the fabric rustled, and the drowsy drowsiness slowly faded away. When he opened his eyes, the person in the arms was looking at him motionless. Turn around and try to break free from Xuanli's embrace.

After a night of sleep, his mind cleared up a lot. After 4 years, no matter how close a person is, he should be unfamiliar. He gently tightened his embrace, and the strength was controlled to be noticeable but not annoying. If the other party wanted to push away , It can be pushed away decisively, Xuanli's eyes are always on the opposite person, until the person stops his movements and allows Xuanli to approach, the heart hanging in his throat completely returns to its original position.

The smell of the other party is in the arms, and the silver hair ends are laid out in the black bedding, softly covering the eyebrows and eyes.

There is no way to talk about it, just like there is no way to start writing. The past is too long, and the succession and transition are all scars, and it hurts to touch it.

After a long time, Xuanli got up and changed his clothes, turned back to check the person's veins, and after making sure that nothing happened, he asked softly, "What do you want to eat, I'll get it."

Fu Yu didn't look at him and didn't speak, his brows and eyes were lowered, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Is there any pain? Where is it uncomfortable?" Xuanli has never spoken so softly in half his life. Occasionally, he can't stand it.

Although Fu Yu was forcibly stuffed into the memories of the past, the memories of this life are still there. He is no longer a mortal, but a real dragon, a god, and what he eats and drinks has long been unimportant.

Fuyu's expression was dull, without saying a word, lying quietly, Xuanli stood up from the bed after waiting for a while, he gently pulled up the quilt for someone, and said: "If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down, I will go Get some food and be back soon."

The door of the main hall rang, and the light leaked in through the gap, and then was cut off again in an instant, finally only Fu Yu was left in the hall.

He let out a long sigh of relief, and with this breath, all the sadness rushed to the tip of his nose. He turned his back to the door and curled up.

Salty tears ran across the skin, sinking into the soft fabric along the texture, he stretched out his hand in the dark, the two blood scabs in his hand seemed to be still there, and there was a faint pain, and many scenes that he dared not recall were swallowed up in a flash he.

I can't remember when it was, but I just remember that he and Xuanli have been together for many years. The weather was particularly bad that day. Xuanli picked up the sound transmission and went back to the sky. Whatever happens, you have to wait for yourself to come back.

There was a strong wind at night, and the wooden door seemed to be blown off, shaking inside and out, and he couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning. Later, he was really dizzy, so he sat up and played with the carving knife beside the bed.

Xuanli liked to carve small things at that time, and sometimes he couldn't carve them himself, so he would ask Fu Yu to carve them for him. It was a little smaller, and disappeared almost instantly. Fuyu was thinking about Xuanli's words in his heart, and his eyes were locked on the door.

In the many years that he and Xuanli have been together, he has seen everything that should be seen and should not be seen. The gods and monsters are not strange, and the fear has worn away a lot with the habit, but Xuanli seldom tells him so seriously. There was no bottom for a while.

A celestial figure with gilded robe pattern slowly appeared in the room, with gray hair and gray beard. He looked a bit like Yuanshi Tianzun in the storybook. The old man had kind eyebrows and kind eyes. With a wave of his hand, he came a little this way.

The room was as bright as daytime, and the person who came was smudged with a faint golden light, and he was much more powerful than Xuanli.

Fu Yu got up immediately to salute, she didn't even have time to put on her shoes, she stood on the ground with bare feet.

In the midst of winter, everything was covered with frost inside and out, and the moment the soles of the feet touched the floor, the coolness rushed to the bottom of my heart, but Fu Yu still stood upright, looking at the fairy house in front of him.

The other party looked at him a few times, nodded, and motioned for the man to put on his shoes first, then the man walked around the room on his own, and the whisk swept back and forth on the wooden bench before slowly sitting down.

Fuyu put on his clothes and walked over, feeling a little embarrassed, the tea in the pot was already cold, and there was no hot water, since Xuanli lived here, he hadn't used the stove for a long time, not to mention that the person in front of him suddenly came over, and he was worried. I was very nervous.

The old man paused, as if he had finally seen enough, raised his eyes and asked with a half-smile: "Are you Xiao Fengling's sweetheart?"

Fu Yu had never heard anyone call her sweetheart before, she touched the tip of her nose in embarrassment, she didn't know whether to nod her head, she looked like a young man who was just in love.

"You have a good eye, and you are well-groomed." The old man spoke softly, and looked him up and down from head to toe, his eyes seemed to have seen all of Fu Yu's life, with thorns in his eyes.

Fu Yu was about to reply when the old man changed the topic: "It's a pity that life is shorter."

He froze all over, and a layer of sweat suddenly formed on his back. Although Xuanli had told him in the morning that people and gods would shorten their lifespan, he didn't expect it to be shortened so quickly. He swallowed hard, and the words stuck in his throat Li, can't tell.

The old man glanced at him, seeing the person lowered his eyes, he seemed to be kind enough to add: "It's not about the young master, it's about Fengling."

If the sentence just now was just a slight tremor in my heart, then this sentence shook my whole body, like falling into an ice cave.

"What... what?"

The old man stood up, and already had the intention to leave, as if he was just passing by and came in to take a look at random.

"Xianjia, you just said..." Fu Yu involuntarily took a step forward, as if blocking the door, but the other party looked calm, as if he had expected this to happen.

"Mortals are old, sick and die, and the gods will die one day. This is a very normal thing, so don't worry about it." The fairy said calmly, with some comforting meaning, and he was about to go out.

But Fuyu grabbed the man's sleeve and knelt down as if suddenly going crazy. He had vaguely figured out the cause and effect in his heart, and this matter had nothing to do with him. Why bother to insinuate, it's only seven or eighty years, and it's just like this, but Xuanli is different.

"Xianjia, how...how can we save him?"

"Save him?" The old man glanced at him with great interest, stroked his beard and said, "This is how to save him...of course there is a way, but you have to suffer a little..."

"As long as I can save him, I will do whatever I want."

The Xianjia standing by the door didn't speak for a long time, and after a pause, his voice became dark and serious: "What if it takes your life?"

Fu Yu paused, then looked up subconsciously, the first thing he thought of was not how he would live if he was dead, but that he would not be able to be with him if he died.

After meeting their eyes for a long time, the other party suddenly gave a mocking smile, raised his hand and brushed Fu Yu away, and was caught again just as he stepped out.

"I am willing! As long as I can save him."

A dagger was stretched out from the cuff grabbed by Fu Yu, and it was straight at his throat. The man seemed to smile, and said coldly: "Oh? That's nothing to give you, this knife It is a high-grade fairy weapon, the soul of the person killed will be wiped out, so give it to the young master."

Then the knife fell to the ground against his front, and the person beside him took a step back and waited quietly.

Fuyu's palms were trembling, and his hair was hanging down his sides. He tremblingly stretched out his hand to hold the blade, the pain in his eyes finally couldn't be concealed, he struggled to raise his head, and asked: "As long as If I die, can I save him?"

"Yes!"

He sighed softly and murmured, "I still want to see you!"

Death is easy to say, but when it really comes to death, even the palms of your hands are trembling.

Fuyu still has concerns about the world, his heart has been tied to this piece of chest all his life, if it is pierced, nothing will be left, but only if it is pierced, can he keep what he likes in this flesh and blood bond. Man, he is a mortal, his life is fleeting in the blink of an eye, and it doesn't matter if he dies, not to mention that he is lonely for half his life, and he has nothing to worry about except Xuan Li. Falling, I am just a moment of innocence in his tens of thousands of years, not touching his spring, autumn, winter and summer, so naturally he shouldn't destroy his color.

The moment the blade pierced into his chest, Fuyu's whole body was frozen. The old man took the knife from his hand and held it in his hand, showing a little compassion. He put the knife on the table, ups and downs several times before saying The real purpose of coming here...

On the day Xuanli came back from the sky, the weather was fine. Although the sun was cold, it was also a rare warmth in winter. When he came down from the clouds, he saw the door was closed from a distance. I went out to buy things, so I didn't think about it.

He was holding a jar of peach blossom wine in his hand, the finest celestial product in the heavens, and it is not an exaggeration to have a fragrance ten miles away. Fu Yu likes to drink some small wine in his spare time, but it is a pity that the wine in the world is somewhat inferior in taste. He always wants Let people taste the things in the sky. After all, they have followed themselves, so they should have some privileges.

Shi Shiran approached the door, and was about to push it open, when a charming laugh burst into his ears, he took a step back in a panic, and wondered if he had gone the wrong way at the first moment?

However, there is only this house on the east side of the river, and there is no room for a buffer.

An intense heart fire suddenly ignited, he raised his foot, and kicked the wooden door open, the door almost made him kick down, his heart beat so fast that he hardly dared to look up the moment he stepped in, However, he couldn't control himself at all, and his eyes fell on the two people on the bed.

Fu Yu got up in a panic, the person frolicking on the bed with him had an unfamiliar face, both of them were wearing clothes, it seemed that nothing bad had happened.

Fu Yu paused, straightened his clothes, and carefully came over to hold Fu Yu's hand: "You're back."

Xiao Guan seemed frightened by Xuan Li's cannibalistic eyes, hurriedly got up from the bed and ran away without saying hello.

The veins in the hand holding the wine rope were bulging, the knuckles turned white, and the corners of his eyes were red as he stared at Fuyu, the fire was about to break through his scalp, but he forcibly endured it, "What are you doing?"

Fu Yu's eyes dodged and he didn't dare to look at people, he hesitated to explain: "I...he came over suddenly today and said he wanted to ask me something..."

His excuses were too clumsy, but the person in front of him was still young and had just experienced a relationship, no matter how clumsy he was, he would not be able to see it. Anger dominated his consciousness, and his whole body was glowing red.

Xuanli never thought that something like catching an adulterer in bed would happen to him, there was no sign at all, it happened suddenly, and he didn't know what to do.

"Ask on the bed? Huh?" Xuan Li smiled half a smile, his eyes were getting redder and redder, and the overwhelming heat was pressing down, but the other side was faintly relieved.

Before he could explain, there was a "bang" sound behind him, and the solid wood was broken in two, and then fell apart, turning into a pile of rotten wood, Xuan Li gritted his teeth, put the wine in his hand on the table, and stepped back He took a step to break away from Fu Yu's hand, and then disappeared in a flash.

The palace in Nanhai is very cold. He sat on the side of the couch, his eyes were slack and he didn't know what he was thinking. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry because he was so stuffy. Suddenly, he reached out his hand and took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve. Inside the bottle was an elixir that he had finally begged from the Taishang Laojun, a good medicine for prolonging life. Live a few more years.

The world is unpredictable, the blink of an eye.

The scene at the beginning is lingering in my mind. Fuyu half leaned on the person, with her head buried in the neck of the person, as if whispering, which made the people under him laugh uncontrollably. The sunlight fell in the gap, reflecting It's as if he's the outsider.

He raised his hand and suddenly threw the bottle in his hand with all his might.

"fraud."

As long as you are willing, I will guard you and wait for you all my life, until my body disappears and I enter the underworld, and I can find you in the next life, it is all a lie!

Tears finally came down, the porcelain bottle rolled on the ground a few times and fell by the door, and many old sesame seeds and rotten millet stories were brought back to the table following this incident.

He wiped the tears from his face, looked at the flickering sky outside the window and raised the corners of his mouth, he was such a person, wasn't he?Didn't he already know that there was never a shortage of people in his bed?

So in those days when I was not around, someone else was always sleeping on that bed, right?

Good job!

The fire in his heart was almost burning through his throat. He sat up with a "thump", and was about to go to the world when he got up. He kicked something suddenly. He lowered his head to look, and after a pause, he bent down and put the white porcelain bottle into it. arms.