Three poles on the sun.

Zhao Jingzhong brought his family to visit Chen's Mansion with a generous gift, called a reward, which was actually popular with people: he guessed that the other party was most likely also a monk, and his realm was not low.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to pull out the sword qi in his daughter's body with a flick of his fingers.

Regarding Zhao Jingzhong's overtures, Chen Yi accepted them all: the former is not a shy master, and it seems that there is no one in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, January.

Chen Yi often walks the streets and alleys with Dong Yunyue, goes out to play, and understands the meaning.

Even if the appearance of Dongyun Yue is in the immortal cultivation realm where fairies are like clouds, it still deserves a brilliant crown, let alone being sent to a mortal city that is not connected to green and yellow.

Just one month.

Everyone in Gusu City knows that there is a young beautiful concubine in Chen Sheng's family in the south of the city, who is born with a sinking fish and geese, and is ashamed of flowers in the closed month, which has also attracted a lot of ruffians to covet.

Dongyunyue is happy to see it happen.

Chen Yi was in the weather for her, and she didn't have the courage to shake her face with Chen Yi, so she just used these short-sighted vents: purely by brute force, as long as she didn't kill her, she would fight to death.

Looking inside and outside the city of Gusu, from the city lord's cronies, wealthy gentry and wealthy businessmen, down to the ninth-rate three religions, street gangsters, almost all of them have been cleaned up by her, and her methods are cruel.

After a long time, her fierce name even overshadowed her fame, and every time she went to the street, pedestrians all retreated, such as seeing snakes and scorpions... On this day, she was wandering around the vegetable market again.

But.

What is different from the past is that today's Dong Yunyue has no arrogance on her face, and she no longer struts forward, but lowers her head, clutches her collar tightly, and follows the trend.

Her pretty face was as red as ripe fruit, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat, but it had nothing to do with the hot climate: who would have thought that under the wide and fluffy neutral kaftan on her body...

Nothing!

Chen Yi ordered her to come out to buy food, not to wear dirty clothes, not to tie robes, and to randomly select ten lucky passers-by to talk, the time should not be lower... Three minutes!

She thought she must be crazy to carry out such an impertinent order.

"Don't get windy, this long shirt will be all gone after two winds."

"And pick-ups..."

"Uh, Chen Yi, a chaotic minister and thief, if those ruffians and hooligans find out that I am so prodigal and vacuum, they will definitely pounce on me and tear me apart, right?"

"No, I will never allow this kind of thing to happen, I am a forbidden body that only belongs to Chen Qing, unless Chen Qing has an order, no one will want to take advantage of it!"

With that in mind.

Dong Yunyue wrapped her gown more tightly: after months of transformation, she had now lost interest in all men except Chen Yi, and even had some disgust.

In modern parlance, it's misogyny.

"Uncle, how much is a cucumber?"

…

A year later.

There is another monk in Gusu City.

Its name is a barbarian spirit, not into the dynasty, but scattered self-cultivation, the sword qi that entered the body of Zhao Jingzhong's daughter was written by this person, this time to harvest the fruit.

As a matter of fact.

The behavior of brute spirits is not uncommon in the circle of monks, and many monks with mediocre talents will eventually return to the world, marry and have children, and live the rest of their lives.

The brute spirit has taken a fancy to Zhao Jingzhong's daughter, and he wants to marry Zhao Die'er.

Well.

Although he is one round older than Zhao Jingzhong, Zhao Dieer is a doll.

Originally, it was none of his business, Chen Yi was naturally too lazy to intervene, who knows, it was very unfortunate to catch up with Dongyunyue to go out and return: at a glance, the brute spirit suddenly felt shocked.

"Under the barbarian, ask for the girl's name?" He immediately abandoned Zhao Jingzhong and trotted towards Dong Yunyue: After all, he only has Qi refining and cultivation, and he is not qualified to know the Empress Shenyu.

Dong Yunyue walked for a moment, stopped, glanced at the brute spirit coldly, and then looked at Chen Yi with a flat gaze: she was asking if she needed to deal with him.

If Chen Yi asked her to communicate with her, then even if the person in front of her was just a Qi Refining Cultivator, and his identity was very different from her, she would treat him warmly.

Otherwise, they turn a blind eye.

If Chen Yi didn't speak, she would have been standing, waiting for instructions, and no matter what the brute did or did to her, she would not give any response.

Of course.

Play and play, Chen Yi is still very possessive, he will not push Dong Yunyue to others: "Go cook, eat tomato brisket tonight." ”

Dong Yunyue didn't say a word, and went straight to the house.

The brute turned his head in displeasure and looked at Chen Yi: As the only monk within a radius of a hundred miles, even the lord of Gusu City had to politely salute when he saw him.

You don't know where you came from, and you dare to do my good deeds?

I have taken a fancy to your wife, that's your luck, shouldn't you be grateful to Dade and offer your wife both hands with sincere fear? How can you monopolize such a fairy?

"I'm in a good mood today, I don't want to see blood, retreat!"

The brute spirit's eyes lit up, and he actually pressed Chen Yi with his sword momentum: Although the sword momentum of the Qi refining cultivator was far from being able to parry ordinary people, however, it could not shake Chen Yi at all.

"Huh."

was shattered by Chen Yi's wisp of fresh air, and the first striker retreated.

The brute's eyes widened in disbelief: he couldn't imagine why the other party could break his sword momentum, could it be that the other party was also a monk and had a kendo... Far better than yourself?

"Your Excellency..."

"Three breaths, if you don't roll, you will die!"

Don't give the barbarian spirit a chance to breathe, as if the supreme avenue, the vast and boundless coercion is suppressed by its gods: he is a sword cultivator, and to deal with him, Chen Yi does not need to unseal the cultivation.

"Be merciful, I'll get out immediately!"

The brute did not hesitate, he pulled his legs and fled, and escaped thousands of miles in one breath, he collapsed on the edge of a small stream tiredly, and his face remained with a lingering panic and fear.

Chen Yi looked at the horizon and was stunned: "Practicing together is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, even so, what is the monk who turns into a mortal..."

…

When the first winter snow, drifting Gusu, wrapped in silver, the year is about to close.

Chinese New Year's Eve.

The gongs and drums are noisy, the fireworks are all in full swing, and the Zhao Mansion is full of lights and joy.

Zhao Jingzhong gave a reward to the whole Zhao Mansion, and the slaves also had it, and he also invited the troupe to sing on stage, which was very lively, and the Chen Mansion was deserted, and the door was full of birds.

Chen Yi touched the scene and gave Dong Yunyue a slap, but she didn't feel anything.

Monks never get old.

In the winter of the second year, the snow was heavier than last year, Zhao Jingzhong personally came to the door and invited Chen Yi to enjoy the fireworks, but Chen Yi declined, in the end, he was not surnamed Zhao, and he could not integrate into the Zhao family.

In the winter of the third year, there was no snow in Gusu City.

Dong Yunyue made a big table of dishes, because last year Chen Yi said that she wanted to celebrate the New Year, she thought about it for three hundred and sixty-five days, which was the first time Chen Yi had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner after crossing.

On the dinner table.

Chen Yi sandwiched a green vegetable for Dong Yunyue, and suddenly spoke:

"Take off the beast ring."

Dong Yunyue raised her head, and the silver bell on the snow neck jingled.

She didn't speak.

"You don't want to be free anymore?"

Chen Yi stretched out his hand to the Imperial Beast Ring, but before he could touch it, Dong Yunyue frowned, took a step back slightly, and 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 is so strong that you can feel it without looking at it: "Retract your hand, otherwise I'll chop it, I'm not joking." ”

The chill gradually spread, and the air in the room condensed into frost.

Chen Yi was puzzled: The last time Dong Yunyue bumped into him was two years ago, he joked that he wanted to secretly control the Shenyu Dynasty, and Dong Yunyue spat her with half anger and half resentment.

But it's just a spit.

When it comes to her life's work, she has never done anything about herself, she just wants to remove the shackles from her body for her, and she actually threatens to chop off her own hands?

You won't be stupid, will you?

Chen Yi squinted his sword eyes lightly, activated the beast ring, forced Dong Yunyue to silence, and then grabbed the silver chain at the other end of the collar, and pulled it towards his seat.

With a stumbling moment, Dong Yunyue knelt at Chen Yi's feet, and Chen Yi pinched her icy and jade chin: "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, you listen to me, if you dare to take off the collar, I'll chop your hand, and I'll do what I say!" ”

"Smack!"

"You hit me? Chen Yi, did you hit me? If I don't take off the collar, you'll..."

"Smack!"

"I told..."

"Smack!"

"Come, go on, if you have the ability, beat me to death!"

“…”

slapped one after another, and Dongyun Yue's eyes were full of stars: in order not to hurt Chen Yi, she deliberately sealed Xiuwei, but Chen Yi's every slap was merciless.

One last time.

Her head slammed directly on the door, and the sound of the gold and stone crashing caused by the collision of the silver chain and the collar was extremely harsh, and in the empty and silent hall, the beams were endless.

Dong Yunyue's cheeks were covered with bright red slap prints, and she caressed it obsessively, like a puppet leaning on the lintel, rolling her eyes wildly, the corners of her mouth were full of saliva, and she lost her soul.

No one knows how fast her heart is beating at the moment: "This is the life I should live, what Shenyu Dynasty, what Dongyun Emperor, I'll fuck you..."

"Give me how far and how far to roll, I only have one title - Moon Slave!"

Dong Yunyue roared and shouted frantically in her heart, suddenly reacted, hurriedly crawled in front of Chen Yi, bowed her head and knocked her forehead on the back of her hand, and shouted loudly:

"I'm guilty!"

On the back.

Her eyes were red, there were tears rolling in her eyes, and she was pitiful, and her plump figure was wrapped in a wide neutral gown, but it became more and more like a refusal and a welcome style:

"Offending Aiqing, I deserve death!"

The tearful eyes, the flushed cheeks, the tightly pressed legs and the trembling delicate body... The woman in front of her made Chen Yi feel unbearable.

"Kneel at the door!" He forcibly resisted the urge to take Dong Yunyue into his arms, kissed her red lips frantically, and humbly apologized to her, and left the table to go back to the house.

Hmph, count yourself as acquaintances.

Dong Yunyue gently pressed her red lips with her onion fingers, reminiscing about the long-lost heat, Chen Yi's tenderness for a moment, how to hide it from her, but she didn't get tired of it.

She lowered her head and whispered:

"I, Xie Qinglongen."

…

The edge of the sword is sharpened out, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, after the year, it is the season of plum blossoms, and there is a row of plum trees planted next to the Gusu River opposite the door of Chen's house.

Chen Yi is white and black, facing the wind and snow, which is not only to enjoy the snow, but also to enjoy the flowers.

Stood quietly.

As if he was one with the snow, he finally realized the meaning of the ordinary: the insistence of the monk, the obsession of the monk, and the plum blossoming proudly in the winter.

With this obsession.

Plum blossoms can float alone in the season when all things wither, but its existence does not conform to the principle of the cycle of rise and fall, therefore, plum blossoms are easy to break, too rigid and easy to break.

Chop.

It is to cut off this persistence and obsession, accept the will of heaven, and go with the sky, so that we can obtain the blessing of the will of heaven and ensure that the road is unimpeded.

…