Three poles in the sun.
Zhao Jingzhong brought his family to visit the Chen Mansion with generous gifts. It was called a reward, but it was actually to win over people's hearts: He guessed that the other party was most likely a monk, and his level was not low.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to remove the sword energy from his daughter's body with a snap of his finger.
Regarding Zhao Jingzhong's overtures, Chen Yi accepted them all: the former was not a cash-strapped master, so pushing him back and forth made him look arrogant.
Fast forward to January.
Chen Yi often walks with Dong Yunyue through the streets, outings and understanding the ordinary world.
Even if Dongyun Yue is in the world of immortal cultivation where there are many fairies, she still deserves to be called the most beautiful person, let alone when she is transferred to a mortal city where there is no access to the world.
Just one month.
Everyone in Gusu City knew that Chen Sheng's family in the south of the city had a young and beautiful concubine who was born as a fish and a wild goose.
Dong Yunyue is happy to see the success.
Chen Yitian was angry with her, and she didn't have the guts to quarrel with Chen Yi, so she just took it out on these short-sighted people: relying solely on brute force, as long as they didn't kill him, they would beat him to death.
Looking at the inside and outside of Gusu City, she has dealt with almost everyone from the city lord's cronies, wealthy gentry and wealthy businessmen to the ninth-rate and third-rate religions, and street gangsters, with cruel methods.
As time went by, her bad reputation even overshadowed her beautiful reputation. Every time she went out on the street, pedestrians would shy away as if they saw snakes and scorpions... On this day, she was wandering around Caishikou again.
but.
The difference from the past is that Dong Yunyue today has no arrogance on her face and no longer walks with her head held high. Instead, she lowers her head, clutches her collar tightly, and follows every step.
Her pretty face is as red as a ripe fruit, and her forehead is covered with sweat, but it has nothing to do with the hot climate: who would have thought that under the large and fluffy neutral gown on her body...
Nothing!
Chen Yi ordered her to go out to buy food. She was not allowed to wear obscene clothes or tie her robes. She also had to randomly select ten lucky passers-by to strike up a conversation with, and the time could not be less than...three minutes!
She felt that she must be crazy to be willing to carry out such rude instructions.
"Don't let the wind pick up. This gown will be completely gone if the wind blows it twice."
"And chatting up..."
"Oh, Chen Yi, a rebellious minister and traitor, if those local ruffians find out that I am so dissolute and traveling in a vacuum, they will definitely pounce on me and tear me to pieces, right?"
"No, I will never allow this to happen. I am the only one who belongs to Chen Qing. Unless Chen Qing gives orders, no one can take advantage of me!"
Think of this.
Dong Yunyue wrapped her long gown more tightly: after several months of transformation, now she has lost interest in all men except Chen Yi, and is even a little disgusted.
In modern terms, it means suffering from male misogyny.
"Old man, how much does a cucumber cost?"
…
one year later.
Another monk came to Gusu City.
His name was Man Ling. He had not entered the dynasty but was cultivating his body. The sword energy that penetrated the body of Zhao Jingzhong's daughter came from this man's hand. This time he came to harvest the fruits.
Actually.
The behavior of wild spirits is not unusual in the circle of monks. Many monks with mediocre talents will eventually return to the secular world, marry a wife, have children, and live happily for the rest of their lives.
Man Ling fell in love with Zhao Jingzhong's daughter and wanted to get married to Zhao Die'er.
Um.
Although he is older than Zhao Jingzhong, Zhao Dieer is still a baby.
Originally, the matter had nothing to do with him, so Chen Yi was naturally too lazy to intervene. Unexpectedly, he happened to catch up with Dong Yunyue returning from an outing. At a startling glance, Manling was shocked and felt like a man from heaven.
"My dear, Man Ling, could you please tell me the girl's name?" He immediately abandoned Zhao Jingzhong and trotted towards Dong Yunyue: After all, he only had Qi refining skills and was not qualified to know Empress Shenyu.
Dong Yunyue hesitated, stopped, gave Man Ling a cold and sidelong glance, and then looked at Chen Yi with a flat gaze: She was asking if she needed to pay attention to him.
If Chen Yi asked her to communicate with him, even if the person in front of him was just a Qi Refining monk, whose identity was completely different from hers, she would still treat him enthusiastically.
Otherwise, turn a blind eye.
If Chen Yi didn't say anything, she would keep standing, waiting for instructions. During this period, no matter what the wild spirit did or did to her, she would not give any response.
certainly.
After all, Chen Yi is very possessive. He will not push Dong Yunyue to anyone else: "Go and cook. Let's eat tomato beef brisket tonight."
Dong Yunyue went straight into the house without saying a word.
Man Ling turned his head displeased and looked at Chen Yi: As the only monk within a hundred miles, even the Lord of Gusu City had to bow politely when meeting him.
You, a young boy from nowhere, dare to ruin my good deeds?
It is your good fortune that I have fallen in love with your wife. Shouldn't you be grateful and sincerely offer your beloved wife to her with both hands? How can you possess such a fairy to yourself?
"I'm in a good mood today. I don't want to see blood, so stand down!"
Man Ling's eyes were sharp, and he pressed Chen Yi with his sword: Although the Qi Refining monk's sword was far beyond what ordinary people could parry, it was unable to move Chen Yi at all.
"Ah."
Instead, it was shattered by a wisp of fresh air from Chen Yi, and the one who made the first attack retreated.
Man Ling's eyes widened in disbelief: He couldn't imagine why the other party could defeat his sword power. Could it be that the other party was also a monk, and his swordsmanship... was far better than his own?
"Your Mightiness…"
"Three breaths, if you don't roll, you will die!"
Without giving the barbarian spirit a chance to breathe, as if it were the supreme avenue, the boundless pressure suppressed its god: he was a sword cultivator, and to deal with him, Chen Yi didn't even need to unblock his cultivation.
"Sir, please show mercy, I will leave immediately!"
Man Ling didn't hesitate and ran away, thousands of miles away in one breath. He fell exhausted by a stream, with a lingering fear and fear on his face.
Chen Yi looked at the horizon and was lost in thought: "Practicing a path is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. In this case, what exactly is it that a monk transforms into a mortal..."
…
When the first winter snow falls on Suzhou, it is covered with silver, and the new year is approaching.
New Year's Eve.
The gongs and drums are noisy, the fireworks are set off, and the Zhao Mansion is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and it is full of joy.
Zhao Jingzhong paid rewards to everyone in the Zhao family, including servants, and invited a theater troupe to set up a stage to sing. There was a lot of excitement, while the Chen family was deserted and empty.
Chen Yi fell in love with the scene and slapped Dong Yunyue, but she didn't feel anything at all.
Monks never celebrate the new year.
The next winter, the snow was heavier than last year. Zhao Jingzhong came to the house in person and invited Chen Yi to enjoy the fireworks together. Chen Yi declined. After all, his surname was not Zhao and he would not fit in with the Zhao family.
In the third winter, there was no snow in Gusu City.
Dong Yunyue cooked a large table of dishes, because last year Chen Yi said she wanted to celebrate the New Year, and she had been thinking about it for three hundred and sixty-five days. This was the first time Chen Yi had a New Year's Eve dinner after traveling through time.
On the dinner table.
Chen Yi gave Dong Yunyue a piece of green vegetables and suddenly said:
"Take off the beast-controlling ring."
Dong Yunyue raised her head, and the silver bell on Xue's neck jingled.
She said nothing.
"You don't want to be free?"
Chen Yi stretched out his hand towards the beast control ring, but before he could touch it, Dong Yunyue frowned and took a step back slightly. The silver bell shook and made a crisp sound again.
She doesn't want to take off the collar?
The resistance in Dong Yunyue's eyes was so strong that he could feel it without even looking at it: "Take your hand back, or I'll chop it. I'm not kidding."
A deep chill gradually spread, and the air in the room condensed into frost.
Chen Yi was confused: the last time Dong Yunyue contradicted him was two years ago. He joked that he wanted to secretly control the Shenyu Dynasty. Dong Yunyue spat at her with half anger and half resentment.
But it was just spitting.
When it comes to her life's work, she has never done anything to herself. She just wants to remove the shackles from her body, and she actually threatens to chop off her own hands?
You won't be fooled, right?
Chen Yiqing narrowed his sword eyes, activated the beast ring, silenced Dong Yunyue, then grabbed the silver chain at the other end of the collar, and yanked it toward his seat.
Staggering, Dong Yunyue knelt down at Chen Yi's feet. Chen Yi pinched her chin, which was as smooth as ice and jade bones: "I'll ask you again, do you want to be free?"
Dong Yunyue stared at Chen Yi stubbornly: "I'll say it again, Chen Yi, listen to me. If you dare to take off the collar, I will chop off your hands. I will do what I say!"
"Snapped!"
"You hit me? Chen Yi, you hit me, right? If I don't take off the collar, you will..."
"Snapped!"
"I tell..."
"Snapped!"
"Come on, keep going. If you have the guts, beat me to death!"
“…”
One slap after another, Dong Yunyue's eyes flashed with stars: She deliberately sealed her cultivation in order not to hurt Chen Yi, but Chen Yi was merciless in every slap.
One final touch.
Her head hit the door hard, and the sound of gold and stone hitting the silver chain and the collar was extremely harsh, echoing in the empty and silent hall.
Dong Yunyue's cheeks were covered with bright red slap marks. She caressed them crazily, like a puppet leaning on the door lintel, rolling her eyes crazily, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, and feeling lost.
No one knows how fast her heartbeat is at this moment: "This is the life I should live, this Shenyu Dynasty, this Dongyun Emperor, fuck you..."
"Get me as far away as you want, I only have one name - Yue Slave!"
Dong Yunyue roared crazily in her heart, suddenly reacted, hurriedly crawled in front of Chen Yi, bowed her head, tapped her forehead on the back of her hand, and shouted loudly:
"I'm guilty!"
On your back.
Her eyes were red and there were tears in her eyes. She felt pity for her. Her plump figure was wrapped in a large neutral gown, which made her more and more amorous:
"For offending my beloved, I deserve death!"
The tearful eyes, the gradually spreading red cheeks, the tightly pressed legs and the trembling body... The woman in front of him made Chen Yi feel unbearable.
"Kneel down at the door!" He resisted the urge to hug Dong Yunyue into his arms, kissed her red lips crazily, and humbly apologized to her, before leaving the table and going back to the house.
Humph, I guess you know the truth.
Dong Yunyue gently pressed her red lips with green fingers, recalling the long-lost heat and Chen Yi's momentary tenderness. How could it be hidden from her, but she just didn't get tired of it.
She lowered her head and whispered softly:
"I, thank you for your kindness."
…
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. After the new year, it is the season of plum blossoms in full bloom. There is a row of plum blossom trees planted beside the Gusu River opposite the Chen Mansion.
Dressed in white and black fur, Chen is facing the wind and snow, enjoying both snow and flowers.
Standing quietly.
As if he was integrated with the snow, he finally realized the meaning of "Fan": "Fan" is the monk's persistence, and the monk's obsession is like the blossoming plum blossoms that bloom proudly in the cold winter.
With this obsession.
Plum blossoms can float their fragrance alone in the season when all things are withering. However, its existence does not conform to the principle of reincarnation. Therefore, plum blossoms are easy to break, and they are easy to break when they are too strong.
Kill everyone.
It is to cut off this persistence and obsession, accept the will of God, and go with the will of heaven. Only in this way can we obtain the blessing of God's will to ensure that the road of travel is smooth and unobstructed.
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