The evening sun shines softly on the mountains, and the cool autumn breeze blows, bringing up fallen leaves.

By the river, a man in black with a hat quietly looked at the fishing rod, like an old monk in a steady position, the slightest movement, immediately pulled the rod out of the water to see.

There was a silver-haired young man sitting beside him, holding a wine gourd in his arms, propping his head, squinting at him boredly, yawning from time to time.

The boy wanted to speak several times and stopped, and when he wanted to say something, he would always be swept back by the man's cold eyes.

In the distance, several women sat together, doing needlework and chattering about their daily routines.

One of the women deliberately suppressed her voice, pointed to the two people by the river, and said, "Hey, what is the origin of those two people, they have been fishing here every day for half a month, but they have never seen them in the village." ”

"Of course I haven't seen them, they seem to live on Siming Mountain, my man said that he saw them when he was farming on the mountain. Immediately a woman answered.

"Ahh ”

"I think they must be reclusive, maybe, or spiritual!"

When the other women heard this, their eyes lit up!

This kind of ravine, isolated from the world, every time I hear people coming back from outside boasting about how powerful the spiritual cultivation is, they have never seen it!

If this is spiritual......

If you can get it back and be a son-in-law or something, you can go sideways in the village!

Several women with daughters in the family thought of each other, quickly dropped the needlework in their hands, and ran over in small steps.

......

"Jing Ci, ah......" Bai Lang still couldn't hold back and called.

"Shut up, the fish scared away. Jing Ci said lightly.

I can catch a fish, my name is written upside down!

Bai Lang secretly slandered himself.

I really don't know what Lan Qing thinks, so let Jing Ci not use any spells, and rely on his ability to catch a fish, so he is willing to sleep in the same bed, and let himself be the overseer.

You say that this person who has lived for three lifetimes can't even catch a fish, and he can make people laugh out of their teeth when he says it! I have been here for half a month, from morning to night, and I have not caught a single fish.

But it's right to think about it, it's weird to really catch it.

Who can catch a fish without a hook, without bait, just hanging a long line from a bamboo pole?

told him and didn't listen, and blamed himself for talking too much.

A tendon!

You deserve Lan Qing not to let you go to bed, it's me and I won't let you!

Several women came to the two of them with a push, Bai Lang came to his senses, sat up, and asked with a smile: "Is there something wrong with the ladies of the elders?"

The boy's smile was sweet, with his own affinity, which instantly captured their hearts.

A woman walked over and asked with a smile: "The little boy is really handsome, the eldest lady has seen that you have been fishing here for half a month, how many have you caught?"

Bai Lang's eyebrows burst out, he glanced at the stubborn back, and sighed: "Alas, none of them ......"

The latter words were blocked back again by cold eyes.

He smiled and said, "Fishing is just idle and boring, and it doesn't matter how many you catch." I didn't ask my aunt, did you come here for something?"

The woman standing next to Jing Ci immediately covered her mouth and smiled: "Hahaha, we, we are looking at the two of you as talents, and we came to kiss!"

"Hey, this son, my daughter is eighteen years old, and she is a flower in the village. Do you want to come with me to my house? I'll kill pigs for you, cook a good table, and you two can talk?"

Bai Lang burst out laughing.

Jing Ci glanced at her lightly: "No need, there is already a wife at home." ”

The woman showed pity on her face, and continued unwillingly: "Actually, my daughter can also marry the son and be a concubine or something, she has a good body and bones, and can give birth to a baby!"

"Poofhahahaha...... Auntie, you better find someone else, this son doesn't take concubines. Bai Lang couldn't laugh, and explained for Jingci.

If Rong Zhen was there, he would laugh with him.

Thinking of Rong Zhen, Bai Lang hugged the wine gourd in his arms tightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded.

Ever since the Great War, the gourd has taken on a jade-gold veined body, occasionally glowing at night. These days, he has been running outside, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Lan Qing has put a trick on the treasure gourd, and it looks like a tattered wine gourd from the outside.

"Childe, you can think about it, or...... Come back with me to meet my daughter. It's normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines, it's okay, I think the one in your family will agree. The lady continued.

Click!

The rod broke.

The smile on the eldest lady's face cracked.

Jing Ci's eyes were full of coldness, and he was about to say something when a faint female voice came from behind.

"I'm sorry, I don't agree. ”

A woman in a light blue dress walked over, her skin was like cream, and her face was like a celestial.

"Qing'er. Jing Ci suddenly had a surprise on his face, dropped the fishing rod, and greeted him with a butt.

Lan Qing raised his hand to straighten his hat, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and asked, "Where is the fish?"

Jing Ci hugged her halfway, looking somewhat aggrieved, and complained in a low voice: "It's too difficult to catch it." Qing'er, is it okay for you to change the conditions, or don't mention the conditions, we are all old husbands and wives, how can we still sleep in separate rooms? I beg you, okay?"

His change of face startled the women around him!

How...... Just now, I was still rejecting people thousands of miles away, but now I ......

Lan Qing broke free of his hand, ignored it, and asked Bai Lang, who had no love, on the side: "How has he behaved these days?"

"Lan Qing, let me tell you, really, too ...... Seriously, I can't stand it anymore! Don't let him fish, even if I beg you, you can sleep with him!"

Bai Lang wanted to cry without tears.

If he stays any longer, he is afraid that he will not be able to help but pick on him.

The corners of Jing Ci's mouth hooked up a smile without a trace, and he cast a grateful look at Bai Lang.

Lan Qing groaned, "Okay then. ”

"Qing'er, you agreed! Great, let's go, it's getting dark soon, I'm going to move the shop to your house." Jing Ci smiled, took her hand and prepared to leave.

The eldest lady was anxious, and beckoned: "Hey, childe, girl, do you think about it again? My girl may have given birth, she ......."

Jing Ci interrupted coldly: "Can't my wife be born? ”

After speaking, Lan Qing, who had red ears, strode away.

Bai Lang let out a long sigh and followed unhurriedly with the wine gourd.

Half a month ago, they came to Siming Mountain and built a small courtyard on the mountainside, intending to try the life of mortals who work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

The small courtyard is not large, and it has intentionally built the pattern in the Nine Heavens Abyss.

That night, Jing Ci finally lay down next to Lan Qing with satisfaction, smiling like a stealing cat.

After extinguishing the candlelight, Jing Ci threw his quilt out of the bed, got into Lan Qing's quilt little by little, and reached out to hug the person into his arms.

Lan Qing turned his back and said, "Don't move, sleep." ”

Jing Ci ignored it, and his hands began to become restless, lighting fires everywhere.

"If you move again, let me go down, don't sleep. Lan Qing was slightly annoyed.

"Well, don't sleep, let's do something else. ”

Jing Ci chuckled, threw Shu Demon Aya off the bed, turned over and pressed the person underneath, and kissed the long-missed lips.

Lan Qing's ears were full of his whispers, and her face turned red when she called out to Qing'er, who was extremely gentle.

"Can you please stop calling it that. ”

Jing Ci snorted and said in a low voice: "Is that called Shizun......?"

Lan Qing's face turned even more crimson, closed his eyes and turned his head, no longer looking at him.

......

The night is as cool as water, and the house is gentle.