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

Hearing this, Sang Mo waved his hand quickly, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I'm a poor man, I have no money."

The beautiful attendant covered her lips again and chuckled, "As my guest said, there are still cheap things in our Bihaichaosheng auction."

Sang Mo chuckled, "By the way, what's the name of the beautiful sister?"

"Slave Yunqing."

Sang Mo was stunned for a moment, and a poem that Ze Lin once taught him could not help but come to mind, "Know that the void is born in your heart, just like a cloud in the clear sky."

The Buddhists say that "all conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or lightning, and should be observed in this way." Cloud means impermanence, and purity means purity. It is free from the faults of evil deeds and the stain of troubles. Cloud is pure.

This girl wears clothes that cater to men's aesthetics and does such a job, but she has such a Buddhist name. It's really shocking.

But Sang Mo was never a talkative person. She smiled and called out obediently: "Sister Yunqing."

Guan Nan on the side naturally also understood the meaning of the name "Yunqing". There was a slight smile on his lips and he took a thoughtful sip of tea.

Yun Qing glanced at Guan Nan, "This name is actually unworthy of me, but the person who named me is very important to me, so I never changed it."

Guan Nan noticed Yun Qing's gaze and understood that she was speaking to him. He quickly raised his head and said, "This name is very good. I think the person who named the donor is also highly respected and talented."

Yun Qing said with some nostalgia, "He is very good, but I don't deserve this name."

Guan Nan lowered his head slightly and said, "There is no one in the world who is not worthy of a name. The benefactor is belittling himself and is wasting his high hopes for being a famous person."

Yun Qing then forced a smile and said, "After listening to the eminent monk's words, I will have the confidence to speak my name to others in the future."

Guan Nan smiled and bowed to him, and Yun Qing returned the bow.

Sang Mo watched from the side and suddenly felt that Yun Qing's return gesture was too standard. He felt that it was only the proficiency of someone who had lived in the temple for several years.

She frowned in confusion and decided to keep a close eye on her during these few days in Beihai.

The place was noisy, Guan Nan went back to the room early, Sang Mo and Nian Lan, two people who had eaten too much, went out to eat, and Shen Yanqing and Yun Qing were the only ones left in the Yuehai Pavilion for a while.

Yun Qing respectfully filled Shen Yanqing's wine glass.

Shen Yanqing picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "Have you done everything I asked you to do?"

Yun Qing lowered his head and answered, "Back to your Majesty, he has already collected those puppets into his own army."

The wine was mellow and full-bodied, with a fruity aroma and a hint of bitterness. Shen Yanqing drank it in one sip and raised his glass again.

For some reason, he was particularly obsessed with bitterness tonight.

Yun Qing refilled the drink respectfully. Seeing Shen Yanqing finish another drink, he couldn't help but whisper, "What's bothering you, Your Majesty?"

Just at this time, Sang Mo's clear laughter came from outside the window, and both of them turned their heads and looked out the window.

In the cool moonlight, the girl ran barefoot on the beach, her smile so bright.

Shen Yanqing tugged at the corner of his mouth and gave a bitter smile, "Why do you think she has no heart?"

He was a little drunk at the moment, so he stood up and walked to the window to look at it for a long time.

Yun Qing could see that he was unhappy and silently poured him another glass.

Shen Yanqing waved his hand, and finally decided to go back to his room to rest. Before leaving, he turned back to Yun Qing and said, "Keep an eye on her, don't let her get into trouble again."

Yun Qing bowed his head and whispered: "Here."

Shen Yanqing was drunk and didn't even change her clothes. She lay down on the bed and fell asleep as soon as she entered the door. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol that he had a hazy sleep and had a lot of dreams.

First, she dreamed of the scene when Sang Mo was her apprentice in her previous life. The girl's forehead was glistening with sweat. She raised her head and looked at herself cautiously, full of hope.

Then he dreamed of the scene in his previous life when Sang Mo had just learned that he was a fox demon.

He watched Sang Mo's eyes gradually become cold as he looked at him, and said coldly: "You are not him."

In the dim candlelight, Shen Yanqing frowned, trying to get rid of this dream, but he couldn't help but gradually fell deeper and deeper...

He dreamed about the scene when he had just returned to the demon world, killed everyone, and sat on the demon king's throne. He dreamed about the demon palace, the big bed covered with animal skins and with this vermilion curtain...

Shen Yanqing slowly relaxed his brows.

Sure enough, Sang Mo appeared in his dream the next second...

"Report to your Majesty! Someone asked to see you and said he was an old friend of yours."

Shen Yanqing lay on his back on the throne, listening to the dance music with his eyes closed. When he heard the words, he just raised his eyelids and said, "Xuan."

After the attendant walked down, it didn't take long for him to lead the people up to the temple.

Shen Yan raised his head and looked into the palace, and opened his mouth to eat the grapes fed to his mouth by the maid.

After seeing the extra people in the hall, Shen Yanqing was stunned for a moment. He even forgot to swallow the grapes in his mouth and sat up subconsciously.

Sang Mo stood among the dancers who were twisting their waists and swaying their hips. The look in his eyes made Shen Yanqing indescribably scared and uncomfortable.

He almost subconsciously stopped the dance music and drove them all away.

"I..." He mumbled uneasily.

Seeing Sang Mo move, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed her hand, fearing that she would turn around and leave.

He glanced sharply at the attendant who had just informed him, and when he lowered his head, he saw that his clothes were disheveled and his chest was exposed.

He was so frightened that he quickly let go of Sang Mo's hand and went to straighten his clothes, "Yes... I'm sorry."

Shen Yanqing stuttered rarely, thinking: It's over, she must be very disappointed, she won't think what I did just now, right? This damn attendant, why didn’t you tell me clearly who the visitor was? !

When his hands and feet were in a panic, a pair of slightly cool hands suddenly hugged his waist.

He opened his eyes in disbelief and looked down at Sang Mo, only to see her leaning her head on his bare chest...

At that moment, the thunder from the sky stirred up the fire on the earth, and Shen Yanqing felt as if a huge boulder had fallen into his chest, setting off thousands of turbulent waves.

He let her hold him, but his heart was beating fast and his mouth was dry. After a while, he found himself reacting shamefully...

He almost wanted to push Sang Mo away subconsciously, but Sang Mo suddenly stood up on tiptoes and kissed his lips.

"..."

Shen Yanqing's mind exploded. He thought that Sang Mo had suffered some injustice in Changli Mountain. He thought that she only regarded him as her master. He thought that they could only be master and disciple, and they could only be innocent...

He lowered his eyes. Sang Mo closed his eyes slightly. The dark eyes under his eyelashes were out of focus, revealing a little starlight.

He could feel Sang Mo's thin body shaking constantly. His eyes darkened and he reached out to pick Sang Mo up.

He heard his own heavy breathing, and clearly saw Sang Mo's face blushing in that breathing.

The happiness that fell from the sky made him dizzy. Shen Yanqing remained silent, his throat trembling slightly.

It was almost as if he was clinging to a driftwood in the torrent of desire to prevent himself from sinking. He stumbled and said, "No, now is not the time..."