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　　今年雨水頗豐，往年這個時節，山中雨水還不曾如此頻繁。今年卻是古怪了些，半月下來，只晴了兩日。
　　沈清軒早已學會如何打發時光，困在屋中也不焦躁，日復一日倚在窗邊聽雨。
　　雨水砸落在樹葉上的聲音、落在屋簷上的聲音、滴在院中瓦罐裡的聲音……用耳力一一捕捉來，鑒別其微小差異，倒也有趣。
　　更有院中鮮妍花朵，在他的視野裡沾著雨水搖搖顫顫，端莊不再，卻別有一番風情。看的興致來時，沈清軒便展開畫紙，將雨中景物渲染其上，自尋其樂十分愜意。
　　他早已學會靜中尋歡，否則熬不過二十年。
　　到了晚間，用過飯食，泡在淡淡藥香的溫熱水中，直到眼皮無力抬起，才搖鈴喚來小廝，伺候著他上床就寢。
　　
　　這一夜又是瓢潑大雨。
　　沈清軒只道伊墨不會再來，早早上床歇了。卻也未曾入睡，只倚在床頭，身前一張方形小桌上擺好棋盤，自己拿著本古棋殘局，照著書上擺放。
　　黑白兩色棋子，先時分散錯落，又倏然在他手下緊密相連，忽如千軍萬馬，圍剿廝殺；忽如猛虎出籠，直搗中軍。
　　正凝神擺弄時，床上幔帳仿佛被風吹過，綽綽約約掀起一角。
　　沈清軒抬起頭來，神情甚是驚訝地透過青紗看去。
　　房中無人。但沈清軒知道他來了，連忙掀開帳子對著那空無一人處招了招手。
　　感覺到一絲寒氣逼近，沈清軒將桌上棋子收好，又從床邊木櫃中取出紙筆，寫道：
　　風大雨急，且上來坐坐。
　　稍後大床便微微搖晃了一下，壓在棋桌下的薄被上也有了痕跡。
　　
　　窗外雨水砸落的聲音劈啪作響，沈清軒只道他不會來，身上只一件雪白中衣，襟口歪斜，頭頂發簪同樣早已摘下，一頭青絲頗為淩亂的散在身前身後，形容懶散。
　　直到伊墨在棋局對面坐定，方才察覺自己失儀，忙寫道：
　　我以為你不會來。
　　寫完後望著對面空曠，豈料對面卻無絲毫動靜。
　　沈清軒頗為訝異，相識幾月以來，伊墨雖淡漠非常，卻從不失禮，有問必答。
　　今天又是怎麼回事？
　　
　　正心中揣度著，桌上紙張卻叫人拿捏起來，手中所執之筆也自外力取走，移到對面那方。
　　而後紙面上字跡漸現，卻是告別。
　　伊墨要離開山中，去往別處。
　　沈清軒聞悉竟是心中一跳，方寸頓失，莫名的慌亂難擋，一把奪過對面懸空的筆，抓過紙來，字跡潦草的急急詢問他去往何處，又有何事，又何時回來。儀態盡失。
　　稍後那手中紙墨又叫人取去，不徐不疾的一字一字仍是周正。卻是這千年老蛇妖尋了兩百年的一件物事，近日才得到眉目，他自是要下山去取來。
　　沈清軒才安下心。
　　靜了一會，又耐不住好奇，問他那是什麼物事，如此珍貴，須得連伊墨都等不及去取。
　　那紙筆又頓了一會方顯現出兩個字來：蛇蛻。
　　
　　沈清軒瞠目結舌。
　　約是苦尋多年的東西終於有了眉目，伊墨心情頗為愉悅，重新鋪開紙，與他娓娓道來——原是兩百多年前，順利渡劫的伊墨匿在山中蛻皮，未曾想蛇蛻卻無端消失。
　　那薄薄蛇蛻雖他自己看不上眼，但他畢竟是千年老妖，所蛻之皮亦非凡物，落在他人手裡煉製成器，必生事端。是以多少年一直在尋覓。
　　直至今日，那東西才有了眉目。
　　沈清軒聞言又問得更詳細些，伊墨也無隱瞞，一一作答了，言談中難免帶上些往事，露了根底。只是伊墨並不在意叫人知道，沈清軒卻因上心而仔細記下。
　　一直以來沈清軒只知他是蛇妖，卻不曉這蛇妖來歷與過往，今日方知伊墨之所以成妖，卻是叫人點化的，甚至伊墨的故鄉，也遠在萬萬里之遙。
　　沈清軒提筆問他：因何離開故鄉？
　　伊墨想了一會，回了一個字：吵。
　　
　　故鄉與人來說，是靈魂之根，與蛇來說，卻也僅僅是出生之地而已。他原先只是一條懵懂小蛇，吃飽就睡，遇春則醒，遇冬則眠。居於山中洞穴，不知世事。
　　其時天下戰亂，五州十國，烽火連綿大地。亂世中卻百家爭鳴，學者聖人、英雄勇士更迭而出，一時不知多少豪傑與神魔共存。又有修仙道人，煉丹術士，彌勒弟子，各方流派彙聚在這亂世之中，精彩紛呈。
　　他一條小蛇，不懂人間亂世，安於一隅。卻不料戰火終有傾軋而來的一天。
　　狼煙烽火燃到了這小小青山。
　　山下鼓聲大作，喊殺震天，刀光劍影，血流成河。兒郎們馬革裹屍還。
　　卻有更多兒郎身軀留在了那片土地上，皆是斷肢殘臂，屍首分離。
　　過多的血腥和壯志未酬的怨氣終於鑄就了魔物，一時小小青山終日陰風陣陣。
　　那時他仍是懵懂的一條小蛇。
　　魔物橫生，自有聖人仙家臨世。
　　
　　一日山腳下來了兩名道人，其中一名卻是道童，同師父一起前來。
　　彼時驚蟄，小蛇伊墨也從洞裡探出頭來，遊弋在草木中覓食。卻因冬眠剛醒，身體僵硬笨重，就這麼一頭撞在道人鞋邊。
　　那道童驚叫一聲，抬腳欲踢，卻叫師尊阻止了。
　　小蛇伊墨見這兩人不打算為難他，自也懶得為難他們，即使腹中饑餓，也知道自己吃不下這兩人。掉頭欲離去。
　　卻被年長些的道人喚住。
　　道人說：“那蛇。”
　　知道自己是蛇的伊墨便停下，調轉頭來，黑豆般的眼睛冷冷的看著他，似是等他繼續說話。
　　“你這蛇到有趣，頗通靈性。”
　　伊墨那時還不叫伊墨，無名無姓的無足長蟲一隻，才在這世上活了幾年。山中飛禽走獸不少，也有些修煉成精的喜愛呱噪，伊墨即使不感興趣，卻也對這些仙妖魔精略知一二。他從未想過修煉成精或妖，只覺現狀就很好。
　　
　　作為蛇的安穩現狀，卻被這道人打破了。
　　那道人自腰間取出一壺酒來，笑眯眯道：“我看你剛剛睡醒，想必腹中饑寒，我請你吃酒如何？”說著逕自打開酒壺。
　　那酒也不知何物所釀，清香撲鼻，伊墨雖知他不懷好意，卻也著實餓了，猶豫片刻就飲了那葫蘆中的酒水。
　　待他飲完酒，重新抬起頭時，就發現眼前的世界不一樣了。
　　只見原本看來蒼翠的樹林裡，繚繞著一股墨黑之氣，甚是濃重。又有些紅綠氣息夾雜在內，一時間原本習慣了的世界，變了模樣。
　　那道人仍是笑眯眯的神態，蹲下身與他講解，哪些是魔氣，哪些是妖氣，哪些是怨氣。又將妖魔之分講解與他聽，最後甚是開懷的收起空掉的酒葫蘆，道：“飲了我這酒，你已成妖。不再是那叫人捉去剝皮剔骨燉成羹的長蟲了。”
　　伊墨久久愣在當場。
　　那道人又給他取了姓名，這才心滿意足的起身，連正事都不辦了，輕快的離去，也不管自己對一條蛇的一生造成多麼大的影響。
　　後來，一日修煉都不曾有過的蛇妖伊墨只好汲取日月精華，開始學著修煉。
　　接受成妖的事實並不難，除了增加一門修煉功課，一日日渡過與平常無異。只是他到底已成妖物，不再是尋常小蛇，且是仙家點化。他是普通小蛇時，那些魔物不屑理會他，現今他在魔物眼裡非同一般，便常常纏著他。
　　伊墨本性喜靜，就覺厭煩。
　　加上這山中原本伊墨熟悉的那些努力修煉的飛禽走獸，逐漸墮入魔道，叫愛恨貪嗔癡污染，失了常性，更是心頭不悅。
　　最後常常停在他背部呱噪的那只黃鸝精，也一夜過後忽而不見。
　　伊墨終於出手，滅了那由山下死去士兵怨氣凝結而成的魔頭，將那些日日夜夜在耳邊吵鬧不休的小魔清理乾淨，從此離開故土。
　　逐漸經歷的事情多了，伊墨方知那點化他的道士原就知道這山中魔氣過重，不好降伏，才點了這條清心寡欲的小蛇，又平白給他了功力，借它的手弑掉魔首。
　　妖與魔對抗，勢均力敵。
　　若是人，肉體凡胎，縱使功力相當，也要吃些悶虧。
　　伊墨自知叫人算計了一把，卻不露喜怒，只平靜地另覓靈山又修煉了百年，修得人形下山。輾轉尋到了那道人的轉世，將那前生作怪的道人于那一世戲弄的差些懸樑自盡才罷了手，回山繼續修煉。
　　後來道人又曆三世，位列仙班。這都是往事如煙了。
　　
　　沈清軒凝神聽他往事，聽到最後，忍不住低頭悶笑，心道這一道一蛇，也算有始有終。
　　心念到此，又提筆問道：
　　你這一去，何時回來。
　　伊墨回道：
　　快則兩月，慢則半年。
　　沈清軒一看竟要半年那麼久，心中不舍也不再藏，只是也不會與人親密，雖不生疏卻也只問道：
　　竟要這麼久。
　　那蛇道：
　　此山精怪不少，你若孤單，可焚香請來。
　　他說的客氣，十分客套有利，人間路數在他眼裡，不過信手拈來。
　　沈清軒聞言卻極為不悅，想我認識你這蛇妖就已足夠，哪裡還需要請些魑魅魍魎陪我。
　　你當是什麼魑魅魍魎都能來陪我的麼？他心裡覺得伊墨看輕了他，又不好開口，遂悶悶地側過臉，一頭長髮也幫護著，擋住了臉上神態。
　　對坐的伊墨半晌沉默，稍後重新拿起過紙墨，寫道：
　　告辭。
　　沈清軒雖一動不動，眼角卻掃著那方動靜，見那白紙上寫出的字，不禁心中猛地跳了一跳，此時恰好床頭燈花一聲爆起，他放在綢被上的手也倏地攥緊了，指尖都泛了白。
　　床幔終是又被掀起，雖不見其形，沈清軒知道他要從中離去，突而難受起來。
　　依賴是人的常性，沈清軒也不例外。雖厭惡自己對這妖物的依賴，此時卻也無暇細想，孤單了近二十年的日子在這數月裡有了令人心喜的改觀，黑白的人生因為這不同尋常的際遇有了別樣的光彩，對這異類的信賴似乎是不由自主形成的，連同崇敬一起。
　　卻叫他此時鬆開手，闊別半年之久。
　　原先設想的君子之交，似乎行進不下去了。
　　
　　沈清軒猛地轉過臉，執起筆墨，在那靜候已久的白紙上寫道：
　　你與我有恩，又予我好。一別數月，我自牽掛。既是專來與我告別，何不讓我看你一眼。便是午夜夢回，想起燭下清談，也不是我一人獨影。
　　擱下筆，沈清軒凝望著對面那處，靜了半晌。
　　心中自是明白，他們君子淡如水的關係，許就因為這一要求，發生翻天覆地的變化。
　　那伊墨從不現形，顯不是拿腔作勢，只怕已是數百年的習慣了。將他的習慣改弦更張，他們之間的交情，何時熟到這個份上。
　　
　　若伊墨拒絕——
　　沈清軒突然間滿身冷汗，自尾椎到頭皮皆毛髮逆揚了起來——若伊墨拒絕！
　　他竟不敢再想下去。
　　即使相交淡如水，也比割據裂變要好。他已不是魯莽少年，怎遇上他就次次失策。
　　
　　沈清軒正自惱怒著，狐疑著，慌亂著，思索彌補之策著，那掀起一角的床幔卻開始輕晃，顯是叫人拿起又放下。
　　接著那原先空無一物的錦被上，顯露出一道黑色衣角，沈清軒屏住呼吸，腦中一片空白。
　　他想的東西，似乎突然就要出現在面前，不知是激動抑或其它，他此時大氣都不敢喘一口，蒼白的臉頰硬是憋紅，甚至產生了一種暈眩。
　　伊墨解除隱身術法極快，落在沈清軒眼底卻顯得極慢，最後當那張如他字跡般端正冷漠的臉出現在視野裡時，沈清軒眨了一下眼，竟渾身僵硬。
　　眼見著伊墨指尖出現一小簇青焰，彈向自己胸口，沈清軒才像被礫石擊中般，猛地換過氣來。
　　醒悟到自己竟忘了呼吸，差點活活憋死，沈清軒一時面紅耳赤。
　　紅著臉又看了那冷冽如刀裁斧鑿的臉一會，沈清軒提筆寫道：
　　風華內斂，當世無雙。
　　卻見伊墨微微揚眉，以手作筆，在那八個字旁添上一行：
　　清古冶豔，秀潤天成。
　　沈清軒見字，下意識的帶著狐疑的摸向自己臉頰，抬眼便看見對方幽暗眼眸裡光亮一閃即逝，頓時領悟到自己被戲弄了。他是真心贊他，而對方卻十足調侃。可他偏偏上當。
　　沈清軒臉上一時紅的要滴出血來，張口罵道：你這壞蛇。
　　雖是無聲，口型卻明明白白。
　　伊墨不喜不怒，只又在那紙上留了兩字：彼此。
　　而後床幔掀起，消失不見。

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There was a lot of rain this year. In previous years, it never rained so frequently in the mountains at this time of year. But this year was a little strange. In half a month, there were only two sunny days.

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

The sound of raindrops hitting the leaves, the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves, the sound of raindrops dripping into the earthenware jars in the yard… It is interesting to capture them one by one with your ears and distinguish the tiny differences.

There were also the bright and beautiful flowers in the courtyard, which swayed in the rain in his sight , no longer dignified, but with a different kind of charm. When he was in the mood to look, Shen Qingxuan would unfold the drawing paper and paint the scenery in the rain on it, enjoying himself and feeling very comfortable.

He had long since learned to find happiness in silence, otherwise he would not have survived more than twenty years.

At night, after dinner, he would soak in warm water with a faint medicinal aroma until his eyelids were too weak to lift. Then he rang the bell to call the servant to help him go to bed.

It rained heavily again that night.

Shen Qingxuan thought Yi Mo would not come again, so he went to bed early. But he did not fall asleep. He just leaned on the bedside, with a chessboard set on a small square table in front of him. He took a book of ancient chess endgames and arranged them according to the book.

The black and white chess pieces were scattered at first, but suddenly they were closely connected under his hands. Suddenly they were like thousands of troops, encircling and killing each other; suddenly they were like tigers out of their cages, attacking the central army.

As I was concentrating on fiddling with it, the curtains on the bed seemed to be blown by the wind, and a corner of it was lifted up vaguely.

Shen Qingxuan raised his head and looked through the green gauze with a look of surprise.

There was no one in the room. But Shen Qingxuan knew he was coming, and quickly opened the curtain and waved to the empty space.

Feeling a hint of cold air approaching, Shen Qingxuan put away the chess pieces on the table, took out a pen and paper from the wooden cabinet beside the bed, and wrote:

The wind is strong and the rain is heavy, please come up and sit down.

After a while, the big bed shook slightly, and there were marks on the thin quilt under the chess table.

There was a crackling sound of raindrops hitting the window outside. Shen Qingxuan thought he would not come. He was only wearing a snow-white middle-length shirt with the collar askew . The hairpin on his head had also been taken off. His black hair was scattered in front and behind him in a rather messy manner, looking lazy.

It was not until Yi Mo sat down opposite the chessboard that he realized his impoliteness and hurriedly wrote:

I thought you wouldn’t come.

After finishing writing, I looked at the empty space opposite, but to my surprise, there was no movement at all.

Shen Qingxuan was quite surprised. Although Yi Mo was very indifferent during the few months they had known each other, he was never rude and always answered every question.

What happened today?

Just as he was guessing it, the paper on the table was picked up by someone, and the pen in his hand was taken away by someone and moved to the opposite side.

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

Yi Mo is going to leave the mountain and go somewhere else.

Shen Qingxuan was shocked when he heard this. He was at a loss for words and inexplicably panicked. He grabbed the pen in the air opposite him, grabbed the paper, and asked him where he was going, what happened, and when he would be back in a hasty handwriting. He lost all his composure.

Later, he asked someone to take the paper and ink from his hand, writing neatly and neatly . This was something that the thousand-year-old snake demon had been looking for for two hundred years, and he had just found some clues recently, so he would go down the mountain to get it.

Shen Qingxuan finally felt relieved.

After being silent for a while, he could no longer resist his curiosity and asked him what that thing was. 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 on them: Snake Shed.

Shen Qingxuan was dumbfounded.

Yi Mo was in great joy, as he had finally found what he had been searching for for so many years. He spread out the paper again and told him the story – it turned out that more than two hundred years ago, Yi Mo, who had successfully survived the catastrophe, hid in the mountains to shed his skin, but he never expected that the snake skin would disappear for no reason.

Although he himself despised the thin snake skin , he was after all a thousand-year-old demon, and the skin he shed was also extraordinary. If it fell into the hands of others and was refined into a weapon, it would cause trouble. Therefore, he had been searching for it for many years.

It wasn’t until today that that thing finally took shape.

Shen Qingxuan asked more detailed questions, and Yi Mo did not hide anything and answered them one by one. Inevitably, some past events were mentioned in his conversation, revealing his true colors. However, Yi Mo did not care to let others know, but Shen Qingxuan took careful notes because he was concerned.

All along, Shen Qingxuan only knew that he was a snake demon, but he didn’t know the origin and past of this snake demon. Today he learned that the reason why Yi Mo became a demon was because of someone’s enlightenment. Even Yi Mo’s hometown was thousands of miles away.

Shen Qingxuan picked up the pen and asked him: Why did you leave your hometown?

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

Hometown is the root of the soul for humans, but for snakes, it is just the place of birth. He was originally just an ignorant little snake, sleeping when he was full, waking up in spring and hibernating in winter . He lived in a cave in the mountains and didn’t know anything about the world.

At that time, the world was in turmoil, with wars raging across the five states and ten kingdoms. In the midst of the chaos, a hundred schools of thought contended with each other, and scholars, saints, heroes and warriors emerged one after another. For a time, countless heroes coexisted with gods and demons. There were also Taoists who cultivated immortality, alchemists, and disciples of Maitreya. Various schools of thought gathered in this chaotic world, and it was wonderful.

He was a small snake who didn’t understand the chaos of the world and lived in peace in a corner. But he didn’t expect that the war would come one day.

The smoke of war and the flames of war spread to this small green hill.

Down the mountain, drums were beating, shouts of killing were deafening, swords were flashing, blood was flowing like a river. The men returned home wrapped in their horsehide.

However, there were more bodies of the men left on that land, all with broken limbs and separated bodies.

Too much blood and unfulfilled ambitions finally gave rise to the monster, and the small green hill was filled with gloomy winds all day long.

At that time he was still a confused little snake.

monsters are everywhere , saints and immortals will come to the world .

One day, two Taoists came to the foot of the mountain. One of them was a Taoist boy who came with his master.

At that time, during the Waking of Insects, the little snake Yimo poked its head out of its hole and roamed among the grasses and trees in search of food. However, as it had just woken up from hibernation, its body was stiff and heavy, and it bumped into the Taoist’s shoes.

The Taoist boy screamed and was about to kick, but his master stopped him.

Seeing that the two people were not going to embarrass him, the little snake Yi Mo was too lazy to embarrass them. Even though he was hungry, he knew that he could not eat the two people. He turned around and wanted to leave.

But he was stopped by an older Taoist priest.

The Taoist said, “That snake."

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

“You are an interesting snake, quite spiritual."

Yi Mo was not called Yi Mo at that time. He was a nameless, footless worm who had only lived in this world for a few years. There were many birds and beasts in the mountains, and some of them were spirits that loved to make noises . Even though Yi Mo was not interested, he knew a thing or two about these immortals, demons, monsters, and spirits. He had never thought about cultivating to become a spirit or a demon, and just felt that the current situation was good enough.

The snake’s peaceful status quo was disrupted 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. How about I treat you to a drink?" Then he opened the pot of wine.

No one knew what the wine was made of, but it had a refreshing aroma. Although Yi Mo knew that he had bad intentions, he was really hungry. After hesitating for a moment, he drank the wine in the gourd.

When he finished his drink and looked up again, he found that the world in front of him was different.

I saw that in the originally lush forest, there was a thick black air lingering around. There were also some red and green smells mixed in. For a moment, the world I was used to had changed.

The Taoist still had a smiling expression on his face. He squatted down and explained to him which were the devil spirits, which were the demon spirits, and which were the resentful spirits. He also explained to him the differences between demons and monsters. Finally, he happily put away the empty wine gourd and said, “After drinking my wine, you have become a demon. You are no longer the long worm that people catch, skin, debone, and stew into soup."

Yi Mo stood there in a daze for a long time.

The Taoist gave him a name, then stood up contentedly, without even doing his business, and left briskly, not caring about how much impact he had made on the life of a snake.

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

It was not difficult to accept the fact that he had become a demon. Apart from the addition of a training course, he spent his days like any other. However, he had become a demon after all, no longer an ordinary little snake, and he was enlightened by the immortals. When he was an ordinary little snake, those demons disdained to pay attention to him. Now he was extraordinary in the eyes of the demons , and they often pestered him.

Yi Mo likes quietness by nature and feels bored.

In addition, those birds and beasts in the mountain that Yi Mo was familiar with and who were practicing hard to cultivate gradually fell into the path of evil, being contaminated by love, hate, greed, anger, and ignorance, and losing their normal nature, which made him even more unhappy.

the oriole that often perched on his back and chirped suddenly disappeared after one night .

Yi Mo finally took action and destroyed the demon formed by the resentment of the dead soldiers at the foot of the mountain. He cleaned out the little demons that were noisy in his ears day and night , and left his homeland ever since.

As he experienced more and more things, Yi Mo realized that the Taoist who enlightened him knew that the evil spirit in the mountain was too strong and difficult to subdue, so he enlightened this pure and simple little snake and gave him powerful skills for nothing, so he could use it to kill the evil leader.

The demons and monsters are fighting against each other, and they are evenly matched.

If it were a human being, with mortal flesh and blood, even if the skills were equal, they would still suffer some losses .

Yi Mo knew that he had been tricked, but he showed no emotion. He just calmly found another sacred mountain and cultivated for another hundred years. He cultivated into a human form and went down the mountain. After much searching, he found the reincarnation of the Taoist priest. He teased the Taoist priest who had done evil in his previous life until he almost hanged himself. Then he returned to the mountain to continue cultivating.

Later, the Taoist lived through three more lives and was ranked among the immortals. All this is in the past like smoke.

Shen Qingxuan listened attentively to his story of the past. At the end, he couldn’t help but laugh with his head down, thinking that this story of the Dao and the Snake had a beginning and an end.

With this in mind, he picked up his pen and asked:

When will you come back after you leave?

Yi Mo replied:

The fastest time is two months, the slowest is half a year.

Shen Qingxuan saw that it would take half a year , and he no longer hid his reluctance. However, he would not get close to others. Although he was not unfamiliar with them, he only asked:

It takes so long.

The snake said:

There are many monsters in this mountain. If you feel lonely, you can burn incense to invite them to come.

What he said was very polite and courteous. In his eyes, the ways of the world were easy to handle.

Shen Qingxuan was extremely displeased when he heard this. He thought, “It is enough for me to know you, the snake demon . Why do I need to invite some ghosts and monsters to accompany me?"

Do you think any demon or monster can accompany me? He felt that Yi Mo looked down on him, but he couldn’t speak up, so he turned his face away sullenly, and his long hair also helped to cover up the expression on his face.

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

Goodbye.

Although Shen Qingxuan did not move, he was scanning that direction with the corner of his eyes. When he saw the words written on the white paper, his heart skipped a beat. At this moment, the bedside lamp happened to light up with a bang, and his hands on the silk quilt suddenly clenched, and his fingertips turned white.

The bed curtain was finally lifted again. Although his figure could not be seen, Shen Qingxuan knew that he was going to leave through it and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Dependence is a common human nature, and Shen Qingxuan is no exception. Although he hated his dependence on this monster, he had no time to think about it at this moment. The days of loneliness for nearly twenty years had a gratifying change in the past few months. Black and white’s life had a different brilliance because of this unusual encounter. The trust in this alien seemed to be formed involuntarily, along with respect.

But she asked him to let go of her hand at this moment, after a separation of half a year.

The friendship between gentlemen that was originally envisioned seems to be unable to continue.

Shen Qingxuan turned his head suddenly, picked up the pen and wrote on the white paper that had been waiting for a long time:

You have been kind to me and you have been good to me. I miss you after not seeing you for several months. Since you came to say goodbye to me, why don’t you let me see you? Even if I dream at midnight and think of the quiet conversation under the candlelight, I am not the only one.

Putting down his pen, Shen Qingxuan stared at the place opposite and was silent for a long while.

He knew in his heart that their gentlemanly relationship, which was as pure as water, might undergo a drastic change because of this request.

Yi Mo never showed up, obviously not to show off, but probably it has been a habit for hundreds of years. Changing his habit, when did their friendship become so close?

If Yimo refuses——

Shen Qingxuan suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and the hair from his tailbone to his scalp stood up – if Yi Mo refused!

He didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

Even if their relationship was as dull as water, it was better than splitting up. He was no longer a reckless young man, so why did he make mistakes every time he met him?

Shen Qingxuan was just getting angry , suspicious , and flustered , thinking about how to make up for it , when the bed curtain that was lifted up at one corner began to sway slightly, apparently being picked up and put down again.

Then, a black corner of clothing appeared on the brocade quilt that was originally empty. Shen Qingxuan held his breath, his mind went blank.

What he was thinking about seemed to appear before him suddenly. He didn’t know whether it was because of excitement or something else, but he didn’t dare to breathe. His pale cheeks turned red and he even felt dizzy.

Yi Mo lifted the invisibility spell very quickly, but it seemed very slow in Shen Qingxuan’s eyes. Finally, when that face, as straight and cold as his handwriting, appeared in his field of vision, Shen Qingxuan blinked and his whole body stiffened.

Seeing a small cluster of green flames appear at Yi Mo’s fingertips and bounce towards his chest, Shen Qingxuan took a breath suddenly as if he was hit by gravel.

Shen Qingxuan blushed when he realized that he had forgotten to breathe and almost suffocated to death.

Blushing, Shen Qingxuan looked at the cold face for a while, then picked up the pen and wrote:

He is elegant and reserved , unparalleled in the world.

But Yi Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, used his hand as a pen, and added a line next to the eight words:

Clear, ancient, charming and beautiful, naturally graceful and elegant.

When Shen Qingxuan saw the words, he subconsciously touched his cheek with suspicion. When he looked up, he saw a flash of light in the other person’s dark eyes. He immediately realized that he was being teased. He was sincerely praising him, but the other person was just teasing him. But he fell for it.

Shen Qingxuan’s face turned red as if blood was about to drip out, and he cursed: You bad snake.

Although there is no sound, the lip movements are clear.

Yi Mo was neither happy nor angry, he just left two words on the paper: each other.

Then the bed curtains were lifted and disappeared.