Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 82

The tone in the dream was very warm, He Tang lingered and refused to come out.Life was so happy when he was a child. His parents raised him to be a positive and optimistic person, kind and lively. However, his parents left early, and he was too late to accept the teachings of the adult world. His personality was too angular and not smooth enough. Although he was kind, But always left messes due to reckless impulse.

Except for his parents, no one could tolerate his petty capriciousness indefinitely—until he met Yang Jinshu.

Yang Jinshu is a very strange person, simpler than him, but gentle and considerate, fascinating.

He Tang dreamed that he was lying on the hillside basking in the moon, and Yang Jinshu was reading a book leaning against a tree, his eyelashes drooping, his silhouette was gentle, his slender fingers were twisting the pages of the book, and he was concentrating on reading.

He Tang stretched his waist and sat up, Yuhun went to catch fireflies, and played with a group of wandering souls as eagles catching chickens, making the hillside full of wandering souls floating around.Yang Jinshu raised his head from the book when he heard the movement, propped his chin and looked at him with a gentle smile, stretched out his hand and called softly: "He Tang, come here."

He Tang cast a small magic spell and caught more than a dozen fireflies. He put the bugs in the circle, twirled them on his fingertips as lanterns, handed them to Yang Jinshu as if showing off, and said with a smile, "Jinshu, send me the fireflies." your."

Yang Jinshu stared at the little lantern and asked, "What are you giving me?"

"You are reading, brighten your eyes."

Yang Jinshu rolled his eyes with a smile, raised his hand and patted the lantern upwards, pulled He Tang's chin, and leaned forward to kiss him.

"Hmm..." He Tang knelt on the ground and stared wide-eyed, Yang Jinshu's face was so close that he could even see his long eyelashes clearly.The temperature on his lips was cold, Yang Jinshu pried open his teeth, and lightly brushed his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, He Tang shrank from the warm touch, but attracted Yang Jinshu's more gentle attack.

Warm?He Tang couldn't help wrapping his arms around his neck, and turned his face to bite his lower lip lightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Yang Jinshu's downcast eyes rubbing against the tip of his nose, with a smile brighter than the stars in the sky.

His low panting was heard next to his ear, He Tang felt itchy, and hugged him tightly, feeling warm and real—as if they were both alive.

The most beautiful dream in this world is probably like this. He and Yang Jinshu are bathed in the moonlight, lying on the hillside, kissing, longing, and entangled unscrupulously. The night wind seems to be warm, making him addicted to it and unwilling to wake up.

He Tang wanted to touch Yang Jinshu closer, so he leaned on Yang Jinshu, gently hooked up his lapel, and looked down at him: "Jinshu, do you still want to double cultivate with me?"

Yang Jinshu opened his clear eyes, smiled slowly, and reached out to caress his face: "Yes."

"Am I being too proactive?" He Tang muttered, and began to peel off his clothes. Yang Jinshu let him mess around, wrapped his fingers around his belt and pulled it lightly, and saw his clothes fall apart.

This water-green robe was originally an outer robe, and the inside was originally an embroidered skirt embroidered with green peonies, but He Tang refused to wear a skirt, and only wore a white inner garment, wearing the robe as men's clothing, but the outer robe was made of gauze. , and fell lightly from his shoulders, He Tang laughed: "What are you in a hurry for?"

Yang Jinshu wrapped his arms around his neck, leaned over to kiss his collarbone, and stretched out his hand to lift his skirt: "Dual practice is profound, and I am eager to practice with you."

He Tang blinked and teased him: "What do you do after you've cultivated?"

"Being a Taoist companion after training, you will never be separated from the blue sky and the yellow spring."

He Tang's hand on his shoulder stopped, and he looked at him with half-closed eyes: "No separation?"

"Yeah." Yang Jinshu responded softly, turned over and pressed him down, leaned over to stare at him and said, "I will always be with you, reincarnation, I will be with you."

He Tang's nose was sour, and tears flowed from his eyes.

Jin Shu... Even in his dream, he was so gentle that he couldn't bear to let go.

"Are you stupid..." He Tang teased with a smile, "If we are together even in reincarnation, we will be brothers in the next life, together we are incest, handsome boy!"

"..." Yang Jinshu suddenly felt that what he said made sense.

"So..." He Tang said with a smile, "What about reincarnation, we have to wait until the soul is complete!"

As soon as the words fell, he lifted Yang Jinshu into his arms and flew up, stood on the top of a tree, stared at the figure not far away on the hillside and said, "Uncle Liu, am I right?"

Yang Jinshu took a closer look, and there really was Uncle Liu standing there, but his face was grim, and the illusion of kindness and kindness had long since disappeared.

But Uncle Liu asked: "This is obviously your dream, why am I here?"

Weaving dreams is to construct a familiar world in other people's dreams, to lure others into the dream, to be seduced and deceived by the scenes he wove, but He Tang is obviously dreaming himself, he wove a dream for himself, in the dream Only his parents and Yang Jinshu didn't even have a friend like the magic stick. Why did Lao Liu appear?

"I don't know you well, and weaving dreams can't fool you. I don't know much, and I don't dare to trust you, so I have to use myself!" He Tang stood in front of Yang Jinshu and said with a smile, "As for why you are in my dream? Li...do you still remember the Phalanx Guanyin that Daoist Min once gave you?"

Old Liu's face changed, and he was terrified.

He Tang raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "Why don't you think about it, he is a cultivator, he worships a real person, and he refines a golden elixir, why did he give you a bodhisattva?"

After being reminded by him, Lao Liu also thought of this, holding back his anger and said: "I asked the errants, but they didn't know the origin of this evil thing, they only said that the long pendant is good for cultivation."

"It's really beneficial. The ghost technique you stole from Jinshu is perfect?" He Tang sarcastically said, "Avalokitesvara is kind, but finger bones are evil. Of course, finger bone Avalokitesvara is of great benefit to ghost cultivation. Do you know what kind of finger bone it is carved from?"

Lao Liu took out the Guanyin phalanx and knocked it carefully. He felt that the phalanx was smooth and white. After wearing it for a long time, the bones became more and more transparent and infiltrated with fluorescent light, which was really beautiful.Human phalanxes are never like this, and monster phalanxes are not like this. He became puzzled and asked He Tang, "Whose phalanxes?"

He Tang raised an index finger on his lips, and said quietly, "Devil."

"Impossible!" Lao Liu categorically denied, "The gods and demons of the heavens have long since disappeared, and there are no demons in this world!"

"Why not? Inner Demon." He Tang looked at him with a pale face, feeling extremely happy, "Everyone has inner demons, but they always think it's just a heart disease. You have only been in the underworld for a few hundred years, how dare you say that there are no demons?"

Old Liu said coldly: "I haven't seen a heart demon in the underworld for decades. He, Min Yuejun, is just a mortal, how dare he say that he has seen a heart demon, and dare to use its finger bones to do such crazy things!"

"Because he has too much evil in his heart, he recruited the master." He Tang smiled, "Why don't you wonder why I know this?"

"why?"

"Because..." He Tang's figure gradually disappeared, "Actually, this is not my dream, but his dream!"

Before the words were finished, the scene in the dream suddenly changed, turning into the Ten Thousand Bone Cave on Qinglianguan Mountain.

Old Liu was horrified, he never thought that this was a dream within a dream!Cai Hetang's dream just now was real, but that dream was just an illusion wrapped around Min Yuejun's dream, which made people relax their vigilance, and this one in front of him was the dead dream that trapped him!Lao Liu wanted to wake up from his dream, but found that he couldn't get out no matter what. The phalanx Avalokitesvara in his hand exuded a lustrous luster, trapping all his mana.

Ten Thousand Bone Grotto was not called Ten Thousand Bone Grotto at first, it was just an overgrown forest on a secluded hillside, the leaves firmly blocked the sunlight outside, and the disciples of Qinglian Temple liked to come here to cool off in summer.

The forest in the dream was lush and green, the sun was shining brightly, and the birds were singing. The young Min Yuejun was standing under the tree and flipping through a book. The book was written by Qing Rong, and it contained several gossip formations created by himself.Min Yuejun was pacing and flipping through the pages, frowning from time to time and making gestures.

Qing Rong called him loudly outside the forest: "Yue Jun, master is back! Where are you?"

Min Yuejun hid the book in a hurry, dropped the sword on the ground in a panic, Qing Rong chased after hearing the sound, holding a small pot of wine in his hand: "Hey, you brat, you are so smart to run here alone to cool off! "

Min Yuejun picked up the sword, stared at the wine in his hand, frowned and said: "Master, you clearly promised me not to drink anymore!"

Qingrong quibbled: "Nonsense! As a teacher, I only promise you not to drink Shao Shangqiao! As a teacher, Yutangchun can still have a drink!"

"Where did you get the money to buy the wine?"

Qing Rong proudly said: "I chose a good husband for a young lady, and she gave me a reward."

Min Yuejun was surprised: "Are you counting marriage for others?"

"Hey! Yue Jun, you don't believe your master!" Qing Rong was annoyed, and threw the wine pot to him, "Your master, I am very accurate in fortune-telling, and I am also very accurate in marriage, okay?"

"I didn't say you were inaccurate, I was just wondering... why did you think of counting marriages for others?"

"Marriage is predestined, good or bad can't be controlled by anyone." Qing Rong took two steps forward and said leisurely, "But marriage, it doesn't matter whether the ending is good or bad. As long as there is marriage, it is easy for fortune tellers." It’s a good hexagram! Maybe there is no fate, or maybe the marriage is still shallow, the gifted scholar and beautiful woman who come to tell the fortune will never blame me as the fortune teller.”

"why?"

"Because of marriage..." Shenzhu turned his head and winked at him playfully, "As long as you are really destined to be married to another person, even if you can only see it once, you are happy. .Marriage is a thing that I like best. Forget it! I hope that everyone in the world will be happy, that they can meet their destined person, and that they can grow old forever."

Min Yuejun looked at him from a distance, and murmured: "Everyone? Including... me?"

Qingrong's ears were sharp, and when she heard him talking to herself, she smiled and said, "You, I've done it for you as a teacher!"

Min Yuejun suddenly became nervous, a little awkward and expectant: "Well... how about it?"

Qingrong walked back with her hands behind her back, saying in her mouth: "You, you will not marry a wife in this life, so you should follow your teacher and practice obediently, and become a fairy as soon as possible!"

"..."

There are many disciples of Qinglian Temple who get married and have children. Qingrong's words are obviously bullying him. Although Min Yuejun chased after him angrily, he thought in his heart: It's fine not to marry, but to practice Taoism with the master... …Very good.

He carried the Yutangchun brought back by Qing Rong, and followed Qing Rong to the depths of the woods, leaving the heat of summer far behind.

Looking at this scene, Lao Liu felt warm and weird.

He had never seen such a magic stick and Min Yuejun before, the master and apprentice were chatting happily, it was simply... a beautiful dream.