pillow mountain river

The sun is shining brightly, the branches of the apricot tree are full of spring, the leaves have not yet grown, and the petals as white as snow are crowded with the branches.

The breeze blows up the falling apricot blossoms, and the stone table, the ground, and the blue tiles are covered with fine petals.

The open window faces the pond, and there are dots of white flowers floating on the surface of the pond.

A petal of apricot blossom moved with the wind, slowly swayed from the window into the house, and stopped on the blue clothes, like snow falling from a blue cold pool.

Zhen Hanshan was sitting at the table taking a nap, his sideburns were hanging on one side of his cheeks, his eyes were closed, and his sleeping appearance looked a bit flirtatious. Although the tall nose bridge and light-colored thin lips were pleasing to the eye, they seemed difficult to get close to.

The slender fingers rested on the table, the index finger was wrapped around the slender necklace, and a pendant was strung on the necklace.

The pendant is exquisitely carved, with a bloodstone embedded in the middle.The bloodstone is bright and shiny, like a pool of flowing blood.

As soon as the apricot blossoms that floated into the room fell on him, Zhen Hanshan opened his eyes.

What came into my eyes was the teenager sleeping soundly on the small bed. He was sleeping very deeply, but he didn't make any breathing sound.The white hair was scattered, and the soft rabbit ears hung down on both sides of the cheeks, the eyelids did not move, and the dull eyebrows fell into a peaceful silence.

The young man's cheeks used to be a little fleshy, but he has lost weight recently, and his jaw has become thinner.

Zhen Hanshan put the pendant beside the boy's pillow, and compacted the corners of the quilt casually.He lowered his head and just saw Er Dong's pale cheeks, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his whole body was so fragile that he might die at any time.

After returning from Moyuan, Er Dong has not woken up in the past three full days.

Zhen Hanshan carried him through the teleportation array filled with white mist, and returned to Su Nu's small courtyard in the middle of the mountain.Er Dong lay in his arms breathing steadily, Zhen Hanshan felt as if he was holding a paper bird, and the person in his arms was so light that a gust of wind could blow it away.

Looking at Er Dong's sleeping face, Zhen Hanshan couldn't help but lose his mind, and scenes of old scenes appeared in front of his eyes.

The slender boy hid under the window, clawing at the window sill with his fingers, and poked in the window thinking he would not be noticed.As soon as he turned his head, the boy jumped up like a cat in fright, his dull brows suddenly came alive, and his black eyes shone brightly.

Another winter, the snow fell heavily, and the only peach tree in the backyard was crushed by the snow.

That night it was windy and snowy, and the peach tree stood alone in the snow.The young man took good care of it on weekdays, but he didn't see it flourishing. A heavy snow made it look like it was withered.At night, Er Dong cried sadly, tears fell down endlessly, and he even had a snot bubble.

Zhen Hanshan stood outside the house, listening to the suppressed crying inside the house, he didn't do anything, he stood under the eaves until the crying gradually became quieter, and the crying person fell asleep after crying, he didn't leave.

Zhenhanshan couldn't tell Erdong that the peach blossom would not die, it was not an ordinary tree, but the eye of the mountains and rivers.It was this tree that suppressed Er Dong's century-old cultivation and trapped him in a small courtyard.

But that night, Zhenhanshan still used some tricks.The next day, a new leaf appeared on the seemingly dead peach tree.

These are things that are too long ago, very fragmented, even more fragmented than the petals of apricot blossoms scattered outside the window, but he actually remembers them clearly.Zhen Hanshan tightly held the blood pendant in his palm, he still underestimated how much he cared about Er Dong.

The sleepy teenager lay quietly on the bed, the snowstorm that night, the desolate mountain scenery of the Unnamed Mountain, and the fragmented and painful memories, all went away with him.

Sleep is the best escape.Ke Erdong also failed to see the expression on the cold mountain at this time, and those eyes that were as calm as a cold pool were full of sadness.

Er Dong once felt that he was like a sunflower, vainly facing the unreachable sun, but he didn't know that there was always a quiet beam of moonlight shining on him lightly in the silent night.

There was a light knock on the door outside the house, Su Nu pushed the door open and entered.

"Mr. Han Shan," the woman gently reminded Zhen Han Shan, "It's time for you to make up your mind."

Zhen Hanshan remained silent, but his eyes had already restrained. When he looked at Su Nu, he was as calm as ever.

"The pendant left by Chijin is indeed sealed with the blood of the cold witch. This kind of monster born with yin will often die when it dies, but I don't know what kind of magic has been cast on this pendant to seal the blood. .”

The pendant in Su Nu's mouth is in Zhen Hanshan's hands, except for the exquisite carving, it is not much different from ordinary jewelry.However, what's inside is more powerful than dove poison.

"It's not long since he took the blood of the snake god," Zhen Hanshan said.

When the snake god's body was destroyed, Zhen Hanshan wiped the remaining blood on Erdong's lips. Perhaps it was because of this blood that Erdong was affected by the powerful remnants released by the snake god before his death.

For mortals or monks, remnants will only make them unstable, but Er Dong is different.

The shadow demon is attached to him, and many obsessions such as greed, anger, and grief will revive the repressed demonic nature.

Er Dongxiu's base is almost nothing, and he is powerless to resist the comeback Shadow Demon.Although the Shadow Demon used to co-exist with Er Dong, it is the demon's instinct to covet the host's body. Now that the target is at his fingertips, he will not give up easily.

If the Shadow Demon sneaks in again when Er Dong is weak, then this skin may change hands.

Er Dong has not recovered yet, if he is allowed to drink the cold witch's blood at this time, the consequences will be...

"Mr. Hanshan, time is running out, I hope you make a quick decision," Su Nu looked at Er Dong on the sickbed, and then spoke after a while.

Zhen Hanshan held the blood pendant and said: "When he drank the blood of the snake god, his whole body convulsed and the pain was extremely painful."

Su Nu pondered for a moment, then replied: "That blood is a primer for medicine, but it is also poison."

Since it is poison, it is impossible to be safe and sound after drinking it, but the short-term pain is nothing compared to death.

Zhen Hanshan lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing the boy's neck, with fine scaly marks spreading all the way up, almost approaching his cheeks.

The beautiful pearly scales pierced Zhen Hanshan's eyes, he reached out and touched the smooth mark, and the cold touch came from his fingertips.

The fingers did not linger on the imprint, Zhen Hanshan withdrew his hand, stared at the blood pendant lying in the palm of his hand, and pinched the pendant decisively with two fingers.

After the hard shell was crushed, bright red blood stained the fingertips.

The fingertips wiped Er Dong's lips, and penetrated into his lips and tongue.The sleeping boy didn't move at all, still sticking the foreign object in his mouth into the root of his tongue.

"I'll prepare the medicine," Su Nu saw that Zhen Hanshan had made a decision, and immediately prepared the follow-up medicine soup.

There were only two people left in the room, and it was so quiet that one could hear the fish wagging their tails outside the window.

Zhen Hanshan withdrew his hand, his fingertips were stained with blood and saliva.His hands were trembling slightly, and his fingers were twitching lightly like spasms.

The young man's thin face was still in a peaceful sleep.Zhen Hanshan's gaze fell on Er Dong's face without moving at all.

The sparse eyebrows suddenly sank, and Zhen Hanshan frowned accordingly.

The cold witch's blood entered his mouth, and Er Dong didn't respond at first, but within a quarter of an hour, small groans emerged from his slightly opened mouth.He hadn't woken up yet, but he was writhing all over in pain, and his thin five fingers were grabbing the mattress, almost scratching the mattress.

It was the first time Zhen Hanshan felt powerless.Even if a person is cultivated and powerful, there are times when he is powerless.Even the gods who call the wind and the rain cannot escape.

Heaven so.

"Er Dong," Zhen Hanshan lowered his eyes and said, "Don't you want to know how to make peach trees grow? When you are well, I will teach you."

"The bamboo in the yard should grow taller. I know what you have done with the bamboo. When we get home, you can play with whatever you want, and I won't scold you. But if you go to sleep again, you don't want to wake up come to me……"

I'm speechless in the cold mountain.

The young man firmly grasped the mattress to relieve the pain, and the veins on the back of his hands stood out.Even so, it still hurts.

Er Dong closed his eyes tightly, biting his lip with his upper teeth, and his light-colored lower lip soon turned strange blood red.His lips were bitten until blood was visible.

Zhen Hanshan grabbed the young man's jaw and pried his lips open with one hand to prevent Er Dong from hurting himself again.

With nothing in his mouth to distract him from the pain, Er Dong sobbed softly, and curled up into a ball like a boiled shrimp.

Zhen Hanshan had no choice but to let go, and put his wrist to Er Dong's mouth.Er Dong, like a person caught in the wave, suddenly hugged a survival plank, opened his mouth and bit the thing next to his mouth tightly.

Pain quickly spread to the wrist, and blood oozes from the mouth bitten open by the teeth.Blood flowed from the corner of Er Dong's mouth all the way across his neck, and there were blood stains on the scaly marks on his neck, which was a bit strange.

Zhen Hanshan could obviously stuff it into Er Dong's mouth, but he didn't, maybe only by letting Er Dong bite his wrist, he would not feel anxious in vain because of his powerlessness.

The pain came like a wave, wave after wave.

Er Dong endured the yelling like blood boiling all over his body, and when the pain subsided, his body gradually relaxed, and he didn't know when it was.

The fine apricot blossoms are blown away by the wind, and the quiet floral fragrance permeates the air.

The slender eyebrows trembled slightly, like the wings of a butterfly.

Zhen Hanshan's breath was stagnant, he stared at the boy's eyelids, and met those dark red eyes.

Er Dong opened his eyes, looked around, until his breath had settled, he smiled with difficulty, and said softly, "Hey, Bamboo Spirit."

Zhen Hanshan's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Er Dong.

There was a smile on the corner of Er Dong's mouth, with complicated emotions in his eyes, "You bullied me. You tricked me into calling you Master for so many years."

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