From the beginning, I was wrong.

I can't decide anything, the only thing I can decide is myself.

Charming thoughts will arise in any family, and self-denial is an act of restraint, not a restraint of thoughts.

When Murphy told me that a gentleman doesn't care about his deeds, and when he talks about his heart, and there is no gentleman in the world, I had a vague understanding, so I was in a good mood.

Li Wenjuan's last words were my last kick to break the shackles of brokenness.

Since then, my world has suddenly opened up.

Fusang's departure, grandfather's disappearance, and the tomb of Marquis Zhuge Wu, I can't decide any of them.

The only thing I can decide is how to take this step and what to do next.

Take advantage of the trend a little bit, and when you look back suddenly, there must be a splendid scene in front of you.

As the initiator of my breakthrough, Li Wenjuan's expression was as ugly as eating at this moment.

"Damn, you guy broke through!"

I smiled and asked, "What's the matter, master, you are unhappy as a pet?"

"You're the pet!"

Li Wenjuan said angrily, "Sooner or later, one day, I will devour you and gain more power!"

I was puzzled: "As you said, as a miasma, you already have your own spiritual wisdom and thinking, and you have joys, angers, sorrows, and sorrows, so why don't you cultivate alone, but parasitize and devour others?"

Li Wenjuan looked at me like an idiot: "Guess, why is miasma called miasma?"

I said, "'It is like a miasma that is pervasive and all-pervasive, so that it attracts people into hysteria, hence the name miasma.'"

Li Wenjuan snapped her fingers, "That's a good point. We live on the seven passions and six desires, and we ourselves come from the passions, and we should also enter into the lusts."

I retorted, "You just said that people are people, and there is no distinction between black and white."

"Since you have a mind of your own, what difference does it make if you are human or hyasma?"

Li Wenjuan licked the corners of her mouth and glanced at me defiantly, "But what I want all my life is to devour someone as powerful as you!"

She was determined to get along with me, and I didn't bother to pay attention to it, so I continued to sit cross-legged and cultivate.

For the next month or so, I spent all my time cultivating and stabilizing my soul power.

At the same time as my soul was raised, my cultivation realm was also raised from the early stage of the mountain dwelling Taoist priest to the middle stage.

Judging from Li Wenjuan's previous rescue of me, she must have to coexist peacefully with me before she is sure of me.

When I went to the grave, I didn't have to worry about her harassment.

In this way, my faith was added to the sky.

Today is the last day of the opening of the tomb of Marquis Zhuge Wu.

Instead of retreating, I went to the roof, holding a compass in my palm, sensing the changes in the qi of heaven and earth.

If it is unexpected, at around seven o'clock tonight, the tomb of Zhuge Wuhou will have its first fluctuation, which will loosen the sealing formation of the entire tomb.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, a second wave is generated, which will open the exit of the tomb wide, and anyone can enter.

After three days, a third wave will occur, and the gate will be closed within an hour.

When the time comes, the people in the tomb will be given two choices.

The first is to simply stay in it and choose to die without receiving the inheritance.

So far, there have been many people who have chosen this way, but they have all died.

Second, in three days, you can get as much as you can, and leave as soon as the time comes.

I think that at the beginning, my grandfather and parents walked out three days later.

I put away my compass and jumped to the balcony on the second floor.

"it!"

Sun Mingjin, who was playing with a big axe on the balcony, was taken aback.

"Big brother, if you don't cultivate, what kind of divine soldiers are descending from the sky?"

I said, "At the last minute, you need to be calm, and it's useless to hold on to your feet."

Sun Mingjin gasped for breath and casually threw down the Open Heaven Axe, "Then I won't practice anymore."

"Murphy, you come out."

I shouted downstairs, and after a while, Murphy, dressed in a white yoga suit, moved his arms and legs upstairs, "What, I'm practicing yoga."

Sun Mingjin, a sycophant, praised without hesitation: "The eldest sister is practicing yoga, not to mention her complexion, and her figure is getting better and better, even the beauty pageant champion is far worse than you."

The cultivation of swordsmanship does not pay attention to the tendons and flesh all over the body, but requires a well-proportioned and coordinated body, so sword cultivation is mostly in good shape regardless of whether it is male or female.

In order to make himself in better shape, Murphy, who is already well-proportioned enough, insists on exercising yoga for nearly an hour every day.

Under normal circumstances, Murphy, who is serious about exercising his body, we all have to play a few rounds of rainbow fart.

"Hmph, you have a vision."

Murphy's gaze fell on me, as if waiting for something.

I touched my nose, embarrassed for no reason, "What's that...... Good practice."

Murphy's expression was extremely unnatural, and he replied in an equally stiff tone, "Thank you."

Sun Mingjin looked at Murphy suspiciously, then at me, but didn't say anything.

Li Wenjuan, who was parasitic in my body, persuaded bitterly at this time: "Qianlong, if you want me to tell the truth, forget it."

"How many heroes and heroes are buried in the tomb of Zhuge Wuhou, just with the three of you, it is like a broken drum that owes a hammer and firewood to burn, and you can only be sent to death if you go."

"If you want me to say, if you stay and cultivate well, it will definitely not be long before you can be promoted to the Heavenly Master realm." "You're a Heavenly Master, what's the use of Zhuge Wuhou Tomb?"

Li Wenjuan's bitter words are not because she really cares about me, but because she is afraid that after I die, she will also play with me.

The relationship between the host and the host is wonderful, and when my strength is promoted, she will also get some feedback.

If I die, she will die too.

I asked, "Li Wenjuan, do you want me to die?"

"Nonsense, of course I want you dead!" Li Wenjuan said without hesitation: "But you have to be swallowed by me, and you can't die in any other way."

"Good!"

I stretched out my hand and gave a high-five, "The two of us, gentleman's business, gentleman's appointment."

"If I can walk out of the tomb of Marquis Zhuge Wu, I will completely admit your existence, and I will no longer chant the Pure Heart Mantra and treat you as a transparent person."

Recently, Li Wenjuan's influence on me has become less and less.

In addition, I need to cultivate, and I have to avoid all interference from the outside world, so I will recite the meditation mantra.

The meditation mantra is specially designed to dispel demons in the heart.

Li Wenjuan will not be dispelled, but when I chant the mantra, her body will become transparent little by little until it disappears.

After I stopped cultivating and a long time passed, she would be able to return to normal.

This incident has cast a shadow on Li Wenjuan's psychology for a long time.

If I don't care about her all the time and treat her as a transparent person, her influence will become weaker and weaker, and my body will become her cage.

She couldn't do anything but look like she had an extra pair of eyes in despair, silently watching everything that was happening around me.

Hearing me say this, Li Wenjuan suddenly became interested.