Pu Jia suddenly smiled and touched the demon's head, and said, "Love is too complicated, you still can't understand it." ”

"Bad Pujia, you dare to underestimate me." The demon was a little angry and took a step back, letting his hand fall into the air.

"Well, if I tell you what love is, you won't be angry anymore, how about it?" Pu Jia said helplessly.

"Hehe, you tell me, and I'll forgive you." The demon immediately smiled, moved back to his previous position, and always felt that there was still something missing, so he grabbed his hand and put it back on his head.

"Love is a peach." Pu Jia Road.

"Peaches?" The demon was surprised.

"That's right." Pu Jia nodded very seriously, "Because peaches are very sour when they are not ripe, and they are very sweet when they are ripe, and when they are ripe, they are either made into wine, or forgotten until they rot and stink, like love." ”

Perhaps because the doubts were still written on the demon's face, Pu Jia continued to explain:

"In our Mengzezong's library there are poetry classics handed down from ancient times, and there is a poem written on it like this-The peach is dying, scorching its glory. This is about love between men and women. ”

"Okay." Although I still don't understand why love is a peach, the demon still pretends to understand, otherwise it will really make Pu Jia say it?

Later, as Pu Jia told day after day, Peach's understanding of human warmth and coldness was also deepening, and Pu Jia told her a lot of stories about him, and the demon gradually understood why in Pu Jia's eyes, love would be a peach - because of Chixia's previous name, it was called a peach.

I was still thinking about what I meant by the memory that Pu Jia just mentioned, but I suddenly remembered all kinds of peaches and pujia, which made the demon not very bright, and it was even more cloudy, and there was a shaky feeling that the mountain rain was coming.

If she is still a peach that can't think, she won't be disturbed by these emotions. But if she was just a peach that couldn't think, then how did she know if she was emotional?

This question haunted the demon for a whole day.

The sun sets, and the moon rises. When the full moon like a jade disk climbed to the sky above the canyon, the moonlight poured down like water, staining the peach trees and springs, rocks and vines in the canyon, and the leaves sitting cross-legged on the bluestone with a layer of frost.

The demon quietly moved to the side of the bluestone, put his face in front of Pu Jia, and carefully examined his appearance again.

The demon liked the way he looked in the moonlight.

His eyebrows were dark and thick, darker than a starless sky, his eyes were tightly closed, and his long eyelashes curled slightly upward. The bridge of his nose is very high, like the backbone of a mountain, and his mouth is red and soft, it should be a peach blossom, no, it is more beautiful than a peach blossom.

The strange urge from last night's dream lingered in his heart again, and the demon wanted to taste the taste of his lips, but he vaguely felt that it was an offense.

In the early days, I only cared about understanding and experiencing the splendid world in Pu Jia's mouth, the avenue of heaven and earth, but I never paid attention to my emotions, until yesterday, Pu Jia suddenly broke into his dream, and all kinds of dreams made the demon realize that he had an indescribable attachment to Pu Jia, and he didn't know what to do, and he went deep.

From the first acquaintance to now, they have been living in this deep valley for more than half a year. Even if there is a sweet spring at the bottom of the valley to quench their thirst, and there are unknown wild fruits to satisfy their stomachs, even if there are no these, the demon is already a demon body, and Pujia has also learned the art of clearing the valley, if they want, they can stay at the bottom of the valley until the earth is barren.

It's okay to be like this, after all, I've never seen the world in Pujia's mouth. But for Pu Jia, although he is an immortal cultivator, the world still has a constant connection with him.

For example, he still often misses the wine and delicacies of Mengzezong, like a fruit in the clouds, like a fragrant chicken, and what makes him think about it the most is the drunken immortal brew.

Listening to Pu Jia, the drunken immortal brew is made of morning dew, the falling English of peach blossoms and the pulp of the fruit in the clouds, after 7749 processes, brewed for 9981 days, sweet and mellow. It is said that even the gods in the sky have to get drunk before resting, hence the name Drunken Immortal Brew.

Previously, every time I listened to Pu Jia reminiscing about the drunken immortal brew, the demon always stared intently at his peach-like lips, and that strange impulse seemed to come out of his heart at that time. The demon always felt that as long as he could taste the taste of Pujia's lips, he would be able to taste the worldly delicacies he had mentioned.

Thinking of this, the demon's gaze unconsciously fell on Pu Jia's lips again. This time, Pu Jia seemed to notice, and when he opened his eyes, he was met by the demon's burning gaze.

"Demon, I remember telling you that men and women don't kiss?" Pu Jia dodged the demon's gaze and asked calmly.

"Naturally, I remember." The demon nodded.

"That ......"

"Let's leave together, Pujia." The demon interrupted Pujia's words.

Pu Jia was slightly stunned, met the demon's gaze again, and asked softly, "Are you leaving here?" ”

The demon nodded firmly and said, "Yes, get out of here." Go to Pujia's sect, go to Yunmeng Mountain, go to Zhongzhou, and go to the world you once told me. ”

Go to the ends of the earth that can accompany you.

Nothing was said all night.

The sky was slightly bright, and the demon waited by the big bluestone early, and when Pujia woke up from the meditation, he handed him a handful of spring water that had been picked up with leaves, and said softly: "Pujia, you are awake, come, drink water." ”

Pu Jia listened to it, but inexplicably remembered an excerpt she had seen in the mortal world before-"Come, Da Lang, drink medicine." ”

Pu Jia couldn't help but shiver, perhaps because of the cool air that had not subsided when she woke up in the morning.

"Pu Jia, I couldn't sleep last night, so I looked up and counted the stars, and found a very serious problem." Seeing Pujia drinking water, the demon preached.

Pu Jia put down the leaves in her hand after scooping up the water, looked at the demon and motioned for her to continue.

"I found that this canyon was a hundred feet deep, and although there were vines on the rock face, I was only a weak woman...... The banshee, climbing up with her own hands alone, still has some difficulty. The demon paused and continued, "But you are different, you have practiced the way of heaven and earth since you were a child, and your body is naturally stronger than ordinary people. ”

"Why don't you carry me on your back and climb up the vine?"

Looking at the smug smile on the demon demon's face, Pu Jia stretched out her hand and pinched her cheek, and said angrily and funny: "Silly demon, although I have not cultivated immortals since I was a child, I have also practiced in Mengze Sect for a hundred years. But it's just a few feet, so why climb with your bare hands? ”

After saying this, he raised his hand and twisted a trick, and the space behind Pu Jia cracked a colorful gap, and a five-colored bird broke out of the gap, circled around the two of them under the gaze of the demon, and then landed beside Pu Jia.

"It's five-five, it's my spirit bird." Pu Jia said softly.