The night is deep, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and it is dark so that there is no hope. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Qingmo cast his gaze into the distant void, as if it was a paradise.

"Hey! It's very tiring to stand like this and not be able to move, do you want to say it, I really don't want to hear it, you better let me go!" After a long time, the man didn't speak, Su Jin was really impatient, he was fixed in shape, maintaining a posture of escaping, because of the tight grip on his hand, the little fox was still hanging upside down, whimpering and wailing, so pitiful.

Qingmo came back to his senses and took a deep breath: "Just go and see for yourself." After that, he took out a strange shape of the copper bell from his bosom, the carved pattern I don't know if it is a charm, the whole body is covered with green patina, shake it casually, the sound of the jingle bell comes out, two short and one long, very crisp, in this silent night spread far away.

As the bell came, it was like a burst of tightness, Su Jin felt dizzy, and the scenery in front of him began to change slowly, no longer full of peach blossoms, but into late autumn, and the location was not in this small village, it was a bustling small city.

Su Jin tried to move his hands and feet, but found that he was still fixed, he could only watch the changes in the vision in front of him, and wanted to close his eyes without looking, the scene seemed to be born in his mind, even if he closed his eyes tightly, it was extremely clear.

It was a small town in the early morning, and the street vendors were shouting and soliciting customers, and there were many people coming and going, and a few women with bamboo baskets were haggling with the melon and fruit vendors; The steamed buns from a bun shop next to it had just come out of the cage, and the white heat was steaming and heating the surrounding air; A few ragged beggars in the corner stared directly at the white and chubby buns, and their eyes were reluctant to blink; Occasionally, a carriage passed, and pedestrians avoided it, and then whispered to each other about which family member was this.

Suddenly, in the bustling crowd, the figures of a man and a woman came into Su Jin's eyes: the man was dressed in an azure robe, his face was handsome, his hair was tied up, he was pinned with a silver hairpin, his eyes were chasing the figure of the woman Qingling, and there was a gentle smile on his lips, it was the demon hunter Qingmo; The woman wore a crimson skirt, only combed her hair in a bun on her sideburns, and put a sandalwood hairpin, the tail of the hairpin inlaid with a jade peach blossom, and the rest of the green silk was scattered in the wind, disturbing the young man's heart.

"Brother Qingmo, do you think this fan looks good?" The woman picked a fan with a handle on the stall, embroidered with pairs of mandarin ducks.

"Beautiful." The man looked at the beauty in front of him holding a fan, his face was half-hidden, and he didn't know whether to say a fan or a person.

Seeing the affection in the man's eyes, the woman smiled shyly, hurriedly covered her face with a fan, turned around and ran away.

"Peach Blossom, don't run around, don't get separated." Qingmo chased after him in a hurry.

Oh, I can't see that this old monster is still so affectionate. Su Jin forgot about his situation, and when he saw the two flirting and scolding, he watched it with relish. The two ran away, and Su Jin wanted to look at it, only to remember that he couldn't move, but he felt a pity.

Who knew that after a turn of thought, he really came to the two of them again. It's an inn, but it's already night.

There were several candles burning in the room, and Peach Blossom sat on the edge of the bed, her head bowed, and the folds of the handkerchief in her hands were kneaded with two small hands, which could be seen to be cute. Qingmo held the candle flame in his hand and raised the chin of the peach blossom with one hand, taking in the slightest trace of the beauty's shyness.

"Brother Qingmo, Peach Blossom has been out for too long and is going back, can you go back with Peach Blossom?" Peach blossom had tears in her eyes, and I felt distressed when I saw Qingmo's pitiful little appearance.

"Peach blossom is good, I have something in my teaching, and I can't leave for the time being. I promise, I'll go to you as soon as I'm done, obedient. Qingmo gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the beauty's eyes.

Watching the beauty under the lamp, this kid is not shallow, Su Jin scolded his stomach and looked at it with a good eye, this is the Living Spring Palace, handsome men and beautiful women, don't look at it in vain, I want him to be the eldest son of Su who has been studying for many years, and he hasn't seen the live-action version. (Childe, are you reading a book of sages?)

Qingmo put the lamp on the table aside, held the little face of the peach blossom, kissed it gently, the peach blossom body was soft, and lay down on the bed, Qingmo eagerly attached it, and the fine kiss fell on the peach blossom's face, between the neck... The two of them on the bed were completely forgetful, completely unaware that there were people next to them waving flags and shouting for them.

Hurry up, take off your clothes, and let my son see the real material, Su Jin's eyes are full of stars, flashing with thief light, and his mouth is dry with excitement.

As soon as the show was about to be staged, the scene changed again: in the vast mountains, it had just snowed, and the leaves on the trees had already fallen, leaving only the emaciated branches shivering in the cold wind. A person came from afar, and when he got closer, he saw that the person was Qingmo.

Turning a mountain col, a peach blossom forest suddenly appeared in front of me, in the cold winter wax moon, the peach blossom color is bright red, trembling by the wind, but it is still stubbornly blooming, and the ice and snow on the ground complement each other.

Qingmo came to look for peach blossoms according to his promise, walked for a long time in this mountain, but did not find it, and was anxious, suddenly saw this large peach blossom forest, and hurriedly ran over.

Turning around the entire peach forest, but no peach blossoms were found, Qingmo remembered, how could the peach blossoms bloom on these nine cold days? After careful observation, he found that the demonic aura in the forest was dense, Qingmo took out his sword and walked towards the place where the demonic aura was at its strongest.

Sure enough, it was unusual, the place where the demonic qi gathered was a large blood-red peach blossom, and Qingmo whispered: "Where is the demon, pretending to be a ghost here!" A sword stabbed the trunk of the tree, and red sap flowed from the trunk.

The body of the tree shook a few times, the petals fell one after another, and the peach tree transformed into a woman, with a bright sword in her chest, and fell backwards, it was the peach blossom.

"Peach Blossom!" Qingmo exclaimed, flew over, caught the woman's body, and her eyes were cracked.

"Brother Qingmo, I know you're coming, exhausting your cultivation and blooming this forest of peach blossoms, just to please you... I thought you could recognize the peach blossoms... Behold... "The beauty is intermittent, and the words are indescribable.

Qingmo hugged Peach Blossom tightly in his arms: "Peach Blossom, it's me who is bad, it's me who is not good, don't speak, I'll heal you!"

"No need, Brother Qingmo, I don't blame you. Your sword is specialized in slashing demons, and Peach Blossom is a demon, so this injury can't be healed. If you want to blame, you can only blame Peach Blossom for not measuring herself, as a demon, but falling in love with a demon hunter. Maybe it's because of the return to the light, Peach Blossom's spirit is much better, she looked at Qingmo's face greedily and sighed.

"I... I do not know. Peach blossom, peach blossom behave, don't sleep. No matter how much Ren Qingmo called, the person in his arms still closed his eyes. In an instant, the peach blossoms all over the sky and the ground flew, and the beauty disappeared into pieces of peach blossoms and disappeared between heaven and earth. Qingmo was the only one left, holding nothing in his arms, crying silently.

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Feed! When the play is over, let me go back! Su Jin shouted loudly, but did not respond. Qingmo, who was still crying just now, is gone, and his eyes are full of ice and snow, but it seems that it is not the place just now.

Where am I, old monster, you let me go...