After sitting in the courtyard with the old man for a while, Luo Xiaobei got up and went back to his room. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The silent moon is like water, and the swaying branches are broken into mottled ground.

Across the hall, around the corner of the room, a man stood with his arms folded against the wall, half of his angular face cast into the shadows.

Luo Xiaobei blinked and called dryly: "Senior brother!"

"You've made a decision!" Lu Zhe raised his head, and a cold breath greeted him.

Although this is a question, it carries affirmation.

Luo Xiaobei was stunned for a moment, and then nodded silently.

"Since you want to protect him, protect him!" Lu Zhe sighed lightly, his knuckled fingers stroked Luo Xiaobei's broken hair hanging on his sideburns and pinned it behind his ears, and in the candlelight that was clearly extinguished, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

His eyes flashed slightly, Lu Zhe had already passed away, and Luo Xiaobei, who was still stunned, suddenly turned around and called, "Senior brother!"

The emaciated figure turned around slowly, although he couldn't see his face clearly, Luo Xiaobei knew that he was staring at him, grinned his lips, and said in a long time: "You know everything!

The figure in the darkness moved, and then with a little helplessness, he said softly: "Do what you want to do, the sky has fallen, and there is a senior brother! Everyone has his own creation, and as for him, there is also his creation!"

Luo Xiaobei was stunned, but he didn't know what to say, he could only watch the figure disappear in place.

She thought that she was the one who knew the ins and outs of these things best, but she didn't think that the senior brother had already understood everything, and stood aside calmly and sensibly from beginning to end, and acted when necessary.

Du Yang's divine consciousness has awakened, and the senior brother is afraid that he is the first to know, even earlier than his predecessors!

sighed, covered his eyes, and Luo Xiaobei also left the place. This hot potato obviously couldn't be accepted, but she just took it, after all, she didn't have a choice!

"You can refuse, after all, you are not a person with a pure nature!" Wang Xiaowan, who was drinking tea, glanced at Luo Xiaobei who entered the door, and looked up just to meet her cold eyes.

Sister Xiaowan, who has always been calm, panicked, and almost squirted out a mouthful of tea in her mouth, and hurriedly put the teacup down, "I didn't overhear you! That's ......"

After thinking about it, she felt that the next words were not suitable, did she want to say that you were going to stand there and talk, but my ears happened to hear it? She felt that if she said that, Luo Xiaobei would strangle her while she was asleep!

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaowan simply waved his hand and said, "Okay! I accidentally heard it!"

"Why am I not pure, Sister Xiaowan!" sat down on the chair opposite her, and poured herself a cup of tea casually, she didn't care much about whether Wang Xiaowan heard her conversation with Lu Zhe.

If Lu Zhe cared, he wouldn't have chosen to talk to her there.

Wang Xiaowan twitched the corners of his mouth, held the cup in his hand, and said quietly: "If you are a good person, you should go to save people on the night you burned that village girl in that small village that day!"

When Luo Xiaobei heard this, he raised his eyes lazily, "It seems that you are not a pure person!"

Wang Xiaowan's eyes flashed, and then he laughed again: "Hahaha, each other!"

Picking up the teacup, the corners of his mouth smiled, and he glanced at the hearty and carefree woman opposite, Luo Xiaobei changed his words: "I think this place is not suitable for you, cold, lonely, and desireless! Sister Xiaowan has been here with the old man for so many years." ”

"Is it? Isn't it a good match for a person like me who doesn't have any emotions and six desires to stay in such a place for a lifetime?" Wang Xiaowan poured another cup of tea and drank it one bite at a time.

The teacup in his hand was a fine white jade, and the tea soup was thick and hot, Luo Xiaobei only took a sip, and put it on the table with a small sound.

"Tea has one, two understandings, three friends, four gases, five natures, six flavors, seven feelings, eight difficulties, nine fragrances, ten virtues, my spiritual roots are still shallow, I have never seen one or two. Speaking of this, Luo Xiaobei got up and shook his head and said: "This tea is too bitter! It's hard to swallow, Sister Xiaowan tastes it slowly, I'll go to bed first!"

The long eyelashes of the sitting woman flashed slightly, the action of drinking tea paused, glanced at the teacup in her hand, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed on her face, and she put it down.

"It's too bitter!" As if replying and agreeing with Luo Xiaobei's words, Wang Xiaowan muttered in a low voice.

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The old man in the courtyard had already gotten up, sighed solemnly, and was about to go back to the room, but when he turned around, he saw a slender and cold, indifferent person behind him with a thin layer of moonlight.

"Senior!" Lu Zhe lowered his eyes, and the brilliance around him flowed quietly.

The old man just stared at him for a while: "You are different from him!"

Lu Zhe stood tall and said lightly: "It's different!"

The old man paused, stroked his beard, his thoughts fluttered, and sighed in a low voice: "It's different!"

"You can be left alone!"

Raising his eyes, Lu Zhe's voice was cold: "Since my predecessor has already let me enter the game, how can I be left alone?"

The old man paused, his narrow eyes flashed with a glint of essence, and his tone was full of appreciation: "You are really different from him!

"It's not suitable, it's not what I should be! My purpose is very simple, my predecessors know!"

"As for others, it has nothing to do with me!" Lu Zhe's words seemed calm, but they were resolute and indifferent.

"It seems that over the years, that old man has taught you very well!" The old man stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes staring at the indifferent young man in front of him, and the light flashed by, and he was in a trance for a while, as if he saw him when he was young through this young man.

When he was young, he was not as calm as this young man, at that time they were wanton and free, but they did not know the height of the sky.

"Master, the grace of his old man's nurturing and preaching is naturally good!" Lu Zhe also responded without modesty.

"Hmph!" the old man snorted suddenly, as if he was a little resentful, "That's because he picked up the cheap!"

"Seniors still haven't forgotten what happened back then?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and before he could answer, Lu Zhe's lowered eyes were raised, and they were overflowing with brilliance, dazzling, and his thin lips moved slightly: "It's better to forget!"

Somewhat stunned, the old man's eyes were in a trance, and the night breeze swept by and raised his clothes, standing with his hands in his hands, this old man looked thin and lonely.

He whispered, "That's what the old man taught you!" and then he bowed his head and muttered, "I should forget!

Lu Zhe pursed his lips, with an indifferent expression on his face. Things that had been too long in the past, or things that had no memory at all, didn't matter to him.

"Do you know where the old man sent you?" the old man asked suddenly.

The man covered in brilliance nodded slightly, noncommittal.