This year, the rain was quite heavy. In previous years, the rain in the mountains had not been so frequent. But this year it was a little strange. After half a month, it only sunny for two days.

Shen Qingxuan had already learned how to pass the time, and was not anxious when he was trapped in the house. He was extremely patient and leaned against the window day after day and listened to the rain.

The sound of rain falling on the leaves, the sound of falling on the eaves, and the sound of dripping into the clay pots in the yard... It is interesting to capture them one by one with your ears to identify the slight differences.

There are also fresh flowers in the courtyard, shaking and trembling in his vision with the rain, no longer dignified, but have a unique charm. When he was interested in watching, Shen Qingxuan unfolded the painting paper, rendered the scene in the rain, and entertained himself.

In the evening, after using meals, soaked in warm water with a faint fragrance of medicine. Until his eyelids were unable to lift up, he would ring the bell and call the servant to wait for him to go to bed.

This night, it was raining again.

Shen Qingxuan only thought Yi Mo would not come again and went to bed early. However, he had not fallen asleep. He leaned on the head of the bed and placed the chessboard on a small square table in front of him. He took the ancient chess endgame and placed it according to the book.

The black and white chess pieces were first scattered and staggered, and then they were closely connected under his hands. Suddenly, they were like thousands of troops, surrounding and fighting; suddenly they were like tigers coming out of the cage and attacking the central army.

While I was concentrating on playing, the curtain on the bed seemed to be blown by the wind, and a corner was raised.

Shen Qingxuan raised his head and looked through the green veil in surprise.

There was no one in the room. But Shen Qingxuan knew that he was coming, so he quickly opened the tent and waved to the empty place.

Feeling a hint of coldness approaching, Shen Qingxuan hurriedly put away the chess pieces on the table, took out paper and pen from the wooden cabinet beside the bed, and wrote: The wind and rain are strong, come up and sit down.

Later, the big bed shook slightly, and there were traces on the thin quilt pressing against the chess table.

The sound of rain falling outside the window crackled. Shen Qingxuan only thought that he would not come. He only had a snow-white middle-aged dress, his collar was crooked, and the hairpin on his head had already been taken off. His black hair was scattered in front of him and behind him in a mess, describing his laziness.

It was not until Yi Mo sat down opposite the chess game that he realized that he had lost his character and hurriedly wrote: I thought you wouldn't come. After writing, he looked at the empty space on the other side, but unexpectedly there was no movement on the other side.

Shen Qingxuan was quite surprised. For several months since they met, Yi Mo has been very indifferent, but never rude and will answer questions and answer questions.

What happened today?

Just as I was thinking about it, the paper on the table was asked to be picked up by someone, and the pen held in my hand was taken away by external force and moved to the opposite side.

Then the handwriting on the paper gradually appeared, but it was a farewell.

Yimo was going to leave the mountains and go somewhere else.

When Shen Qingxuan heard this, his heart was thumped. He felt that he was in a panic and could not stop him. He grabbed the pen hanging from the opposite side, grabbed the paper, and asked him in a sloppy manner where he was going and when he would come back. He was completely distorted.

Later, the paper and ink in his hand were asked to take it away, but the words of Buxu Buji were still Zhou Zheng. However, it was something that the thousand-year-old old snake demon had been looking for for two hundred years. He only got his eyes recently, so he naturally wanted to go down the mountain to get it.

Only then did Shen Qingxuan calm down.

After a while, he couldn't help but be curious and asked him what kind of thing it was, so precious that even Yi Mo couldn't wait to get it.

The paper and pen paused for a while before two words appeared: snake shed.

Shen Qingxuan was dumbfounded.

The thing that I had been looking for for many years finally got a glimpse. Yi Mo was in a very happy mood and spread the paper again and told him that it was Yi Mo who had successfully overcome the tribulation more than two hundred years ago she was hiding in the mountains and shed her skin, but she never thought that the snake shed would disappear for no reason.

Although he himself did not like the thin snake shed, he was a thousand-year-old monster after all, and the skin he shed was extraordinary. If he asked someone to take it away, trouble would arise. Therefore, he has been searching for it for many years.

Until today, that thing has gained some clues.

Shen Qingxuan asked more details when he heard this, and Yi Mo did not hide it. He answered one by one. He inevitably brought some past events in his words and revealed his foundation. But Yi Mo didn't care and let people know, but Shen Qingxuan wrote it down carefully because of his concern.

Shen Qingxuan has always known that he is a snake demon, but he does not know the origin and past of this snake demon. Today, he knows that the reason why Yi Mo becomes a monster is enlightened. Even Yi Mo's hometown is thousands of miles away.

Shen Qingxuan asked him: Why did he leave his hometown?

Yi Mo thought for a while and replied with a word: Noisy.

For the hometown and people, it is the root of the soul, but it is just the place of birth. He was originally just an ignorant little snake, who slept when he had enough, woke up when he met spring, and slept when he met winter. He lived in a cave in the mountains and did not know the world.

At that time, there were wars in the world, five states and ten countries, and wars continued. In the troubled times, hundreds of schools of thought contend, scholars, saints, heroes and warriors emerged one after another, and countless heroes coexisted with gods and demons. There were also Taoists of immortal cultivation, alchemists, disciples of Maitreya, and various schools gathered in this troubled times, showing great excitement.

He is a little snake who doesn't understand the troubled times in the world and is content with a corner. However, he unexpectedly will eventually lead to a day of war.

The wolf smoke and beacon have ignited this small green mountain.

The drums at the foot of the mountain were loud, and the shouts were yelling and killing shook the sky, and the swords and swords were scattered, and blood flowed into a river. The men and women were covered with horses and corpses.

But more men left their bodies on the land, all with broken limbs and broken arms and corpses separated.

Too much blood and unfulfilled resentment finally created the monster, and the small green mountains were gusts of cold wind all day long.

At that time, he was still a ignorant little snake.

Monsters abound, and saints and immortals will come to the world.

One day, two Taoist men came down at the foot of the mountain, one of whom was a Taoist boy, and came with his master.

At that time, Jingzhe, the little snake Yimo also poked his head out of the cave and swam among the plants and trees for food. However, because he had just woken up from hibernation, his body was stiff and heavy, and he just hit the Taoist shoes.

The Taoist boy screamed in shock and raised his foot to kick, but asked his master to stop him.

Seeing that these two people were not going to make things difficult for him, Xiaoshe Yimo was too lazy to make things difficult for them. Even if she was hungry, she knew that she could not eat these two people. She turned around and wanted to leave.

But he was called by an older Taoist.

The Taoist said, "That snake."

Yi Mo, who knew that he was a snake, stopped, turned his head, and looked at him coldly with black bean-like eyes, as if waiting for him to continue speaking.

"You are so interesting and spiritual."

Yi Mo was not called Yi Mo at that time, but a nameless and unnamed worm. There were many birds and beasts in the mountains, and some of them became spiritual masters and loved to be quacked. Even if Yi Mo was not interested, he knew a little about these immortals, demons and spirits. He never thought of practicing to become spiritual masters or monsters, and he just felt that the current situation was very good.

As a snake's stable status, it was broken by this Taoist.

The Taoist took out a pot of wine from his waist and said with a smile: "I see you just woke up, and you must be hungry and cold in your stomach. How about I invite you to drink?" He said that, and then he opened the pot.

I don't know what the wine is brewed, and the fragrance is so refreshing. Although Yimo knew that he had bad intentions, he was really hungry. He hesitated for a moment and drank the wine in the gourd.

When he finished drinking and raised his head again, he realized that the world in front of him was different.

I saw a dark aura lingering in the lush woods, which was very strong. There was also some red and green aura sandwiched inside. The world I had been used to changed for a while.

The Taoist still smiled and squatted down to explain to him what is the demonic energy, which is the demonic energy, and which is the resentment. He also explained the demonic energy to him, and finally put away the empty wine gourd very happily and said, "After drinking my wine, you have become a demon. You are no longer the worm that asks people to catch the skin, peel it and stew it into soup."

Yi Mo was stunned on the spot, speechless for a long time.

The Taoist named him again, then stood up satisfied, and didn't even do the job, leaving briskly, regardless of how much impact he had on a snake's life.

Later, Yi Mo, a snake demon who had never practiced in one day, had to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon and began to learn to practice.

It is not difficult to accept the fact that he became a monster. The difficulty is that he discovered that there were so many monsters in the mountain. He was originally an ordinary little snake, and those monsters disdained him. Now he has been enlightened by the immortals, and he is extraordinary in the eyes of monsters, so he often pesters him.

Yi Mo's nature likes quietness, so he feels bored.

In addition, the birds and beasts that Yi Mo was familiar with in the mountains who worked hard to practice gradually fell into the path of demons, which was polluted by love, hate, greed, anger, and ignorance, and became unhappy.

In the end, the oriole sperm that often stopped on his back roared, disappeared after a night.

The arrogant noise and laughter of the monster finally forced Yi Mo to take action, destroying the demons formed by the resentment of the dead soldiers at the foot of the mountain, cleaning up the little demons who were quarreling day and night, and leaving their hometown from then on.

As he gradually experienced more things, Yi Mo realized that the Taoist priest who enlightened him knew that the demonic energy in the mountains was too heavy and difficult to subdue. He then lit this little snake with pure hearts and few desires, and gave him his skills for nothing, just to use its hand to kill the demon's head.

The demons fight against the demons, evenly matched.

If a person has a physical body and a mortal fetus, even if his skills are equal, he will suffer some loss.

Yi Mo knew that he had asked someone to make a plan, but he did not show his joy and anger. He only calmly searched for Lingshan for another hundred years and practiced in a human form. He found the reincarnation of the Taoist, and even killed the Taoist who was in trouble in his previous life and committed suicide by hanging himself in the beam and continuing to practice after returning to the mountain.

Later, the Taoist went through three generations and was ranked among the immortal class. These were all the past events.

Shen Qingxuan listened to his past. When he heard it at the end, he couldn't help but lower his head and smiled, thinking that this snake can be considered as beginning and end.

When I thought about it, I asked again: When will you come back now?

Yi Mo replied: It can be two months faster, and it can be half a year slower.

When Shen Qingxuan saw that it would take half a year, he was reluctant to leave and no longer hid it. He just couldn't be close to others. Although he was not unfamiliar with his writing, he only asked: Is it going to take so long?

The snake said: There are many monsters in this mountain. If you feel lonely, you can burn incense and invite them.

He said politely, although he was concerned, he was still indifferent. Shen Qingxuan was unhappy. He just thought that it was enough for me to know you, the snake demon, to be there, and there were no need to invite some ghosts and monsters to accompany me.

Then he turned his face and protected his long hair, blocking the expression on his face.

Yi Mo, who was sitting opposite him, was silent for a while, and later picked up the paper and ink again and wrote: Goodbye.

Although Shen Qingxuan did not move, his eyes were sweeping the movement. Seeing the words written on the white paper, he couldn't help but jump in his heart. At this moment, the lamp on the bedside table burst out, and his hand on the silk quilt suddenly clenched, and his fingertips turned white.

The curtain of the bed was finally lifted up again. Although it was missing, Shen Qingxuan knew that he was going to leave and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Dependence is a human nature, and Shen Qingxuan is no exception. Although he hates his dependence on this monster, he has no time to think about it at this time. The days of loneliness for nearly twenty years have changed in the past few months. The black and white life has a different brilliance because of this unusual encounter. Trust in this alien species seems to be formed involuntarily, along with dependence.

But he asked him to let go of his hand at this time and stay away for half a year.

The originally envisioned friendship between gentlemen seems to be unable to move forward.

Shen Qingxuan suddenly turned his face, held the pen and ink, and wrote on the white paper that he had been waiting for for a long time:

You have been kind to me and I am kind to me. After a few months of separation, I am concerned about myself. Since I came to say goodbye to me, why not let me look at you? Even if I dreamed at midnight and remembered the chat under the candle, I was not alone in my eyes.

After putting down the pen, Shen Qingxuan stared at the opposite place and was quiet for a while.

I naturally understood that their gentlemanly relationship was as calm as water, and because of this requirement, there were earth-shaking changes.

That Yimo never appears, and it is not a gesture. The only explanation is that this has been a habit for hundreds of years. Changing his habits and changing them, when will the friendship between them be familiar to this?
To be continued...