After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

Thousands of images flashed through my mind one by one.

The breeze blew away the mist and threw the clothes on Shen Yanqing's body. Only then did he realize that his whole body was soaked with sweat.

He was stunned, and suddenly remembered the cave where he practiced as a child, and the tall and majestic statue of the God of Agriculture in the cave.

He had envied that god countless times. He was powerful and beautiful. Even though he had fallen, he was still an existence that he could never touch.

Later, she learned that he was the master that Sang Mo longed for, and Shen Yanqing went crazy with jealousy.

He stood in the light and was as fragrant as grass, but he was just a despicable imitation, stained by his light, and briefly held in someone's hand.

One day, the imitation was suddenly exposed, and he was asked loudly, "Why are you using his appearance? Is it worthy of a fox demon like you?"

Then he was kicked hard into a smelly ditch.

But now, he has become what he once envied most, but he is not as ecstatic as he imagined.

I just feel like my heart is filled to the brim with something, and the burden on my shoulders is getting heavier.

The ladder hung high, Shen Yanqing looked back at the bottom of the mountain, then turned back and walked towards the main hall.

When the red sun sets in the west, the foggy interior of Qingya Peak is a fiery red.

Sang Mo cleaned the yard inside and outside, and hung mugwort at each door to eliminate plague and remove moisture.

When Shen Yanqing arrived, the whole yard was filled with the scent of mugwort.

Sang Mo came out of the back room with a broom on his shoulder. As soon as he saw him, he ran over with a smile, "Master, why have you been here for so long?"

She didn't notice anything was wrong with Shen Yanqing, but just pulled him to point to the wormwood at the window, "Master, do you smell it? During the summer solstice, wormwood is hung to drive away evil spirits, so that the family can be safe and happy."

“I didn’t know about it in previous years, no wonder it hasn’t been going well.”

Shen Yanqing was a little funny, "You have to rely on yourself for everything. What's the use of hanging mugwort?"

"Besides, you are a god yourself. Have you ever seen any god in the sky bestow blessings on people who are hung up on mugwort?"

Sang Mo looked unconcerned, "There is nothing I can't ask for."

"Yes, you even gave up your immortal body for what you want. How could you not accomplish it?" Shen Yanqing raised his hand and scratched her nose lovingly, with a gentle tone.

Sang Mo finally noticed something was wrong with him, and said a little flattered: "Master, what's wrong with you? Why did you go to the main hall and come back weird?"

In the past, Shen Yanqing would have scowled as soon as she walked in and scolded her to take off all the mugwort, but today he accompanied her and talked so much nonsense.

Did Shen Yanqing change his gender?

She curiously came closer and looked at him carefully, and asked cautiously and tentatively: "Master, I don't want to practice calligraphy today, is that okay?"

As soon as these words came out, the gentleness on Shen Yanqing's face suddenly disappeared, and his tone suddenly became cold, "Don't force me to punish you."

Sang Mo: "What! Still so unkind."

Shen Yanqing was also very helpless about this. Sang Mo's handwriting was really terrible. It looked like countless threads scattered on the paper, and like countless insects rolling and twisting on the paper. It was dazzling at first glance and horrifying at second glance. .

But she didn't think so, and she showed off like crazy in front of others, so that all the monks in the world knew that the disciple of Elder Jiangxiao of Changli Mountain had ugly handwriting.

Whenever Shen Yanqing went to communicate with other sects, he would be ridiculed by those who were not as good as him.

Sang Mo's calligraphy has become Shen Yanqing's biggest headache.

Sang Mo had no choice but to write reluctantly. She opened the red tracing book specially made for her by Shen Yanqing, and started drawing with a brush.

"That's not right." A stern voice suddenly sounded from above her head, and a pair of strong hands grasped the hand holding her pen, "The long horizontal line should be square and rounded, like this, push left and turn vertically, then turn right and center. Walk up slightly at the end, then return to the front with the lower right."

"Look, doesn't it look better this way?"

Sang Mo looked at the powerful strokes on the paper and secretly admired them.

But if she writes every stroke like this, it is absolutely unacceptable. She cried sadly, "Master, this is too difficult. Aren't words just for yourself to read? As long as I can understand it, what's the use of writing flowers?"

Shen Yanqing patted her on the head and said, "Stop talking and write quickly."

Sang Mo had no choice but to lower his head and continue writing.

Shen Yanqing moved a stool and supervised from the side.

"Master." Sang Mo wrote for a while, then scratched his head and ears, as if there were barbs on the stool.

She fidgeted and tried to divert her attention, "Are you really not going to tell me what's written in that silk book?"

Shen Yanqing said indifferently: "It's just some insignificant things, do you really want to know?"

Sang Mo nodded, "Of course, Xihe is my previous life. You said I was so strange since I was born. Maybe it has something to do with my previous life. I have to figure it out?"

"What's so strange about this? In the village below, an old sow gave birth to a piglet. It grew two heads. The farmers were not surprised. The piglet also grew up safely."

Sang Mo: "..." I feel like you are scolding me.

She didn't want to speak immediately, and angrily crossed out the bad words she had written before.

Shen Yanqing only slightly raised the corners of his lips and said, "If you cross it out, you have to rewrite it."

Sang Mo: "..."

Why do you feel that Shen Yanqing suddenly turned bad? Is this true?

It was already dark when he finished writing. Shen Yanqing drank a cup of evening tea and went to bed.

Sang Mo returned to his courtyard and secretly burned another pile of paper money and gold ingots for Qin An.

In less than a moment, he arrived.

"Any instructions from the Immortal?"

Sang Mo told him what Gu Chao No. 2 told him during the day.

Qin An thought for a moment, "This is easy to handle. I asked the brothers underground to pay attention. There are always ghost errands going there to do errands."

Sang Mo thanked him again, burned a lot of gold ingots, and asked him to treat the ghost brothers to tea.

Qin An accepted it graciously, clasped his fists towards Sang Mo, turned around and disappeared into the night.

"I didn't expect that this Gu Chao was really infatuated. He hid a ghost so deeply that even the ghost servant couldn't find it." Li Zhaodi suddenly poked his head out of the judge's book and said quietly.

Sang Mo nodded with deep understanding, "Maybe this is the so-called love, I don't understand."

Li Zhaodi smiled and said jokingly: "You still don't understand?"

Sang Mo shook his head and said nothing.

How could she understand? Not even the soul.

After finishing the important things, they both went back to the room to sleep.

Little did they know, the smoke from burning paper had already blown by the wind into Shen Yanqing's yard.

He wanted to come over to check if there was a fire, but accidentally overheard all the conversation between the two.

He stared at the burned ashes for a long time, lost in thought.

He didn't know that Sang Mo was still facing such dangers and difficulties.

She must have escaped last time for this reason.