After Weng Ran turned a page of the book, he found that it was the end, and the book actually threw such a question out, but he didn't give an answer!

Unrelentingly, he flipped the book back and forth twice, and after making sure that he had only written so much, he raised his arms in a hurry, and was about to make a faux pas, but fortunately, he returned to reason, and put down his hand silently, and snorted depressedly.

Only then did the people in the precept hall on the side retract their gaze.

"I'd like to see who wrote this?"

Turning the book back to the first page, fortunately, there is a name, and when I look at it, the angry Weng Ran's eyes are on fire, "teasing life!! "What should I do!!

Weng Ran felt that he was really being teased, because he was still thinking so seriously just now.

With his arms wrapped in front of him, he sat there silently sulking, his shoulders were suddenly pushed twice, and he turned his head to see that it was the "Sleeping God" who was haunting her, facing her inquiring eyes, the Sleeping God leaned forward and whispered: "What kind of book, I read you like you have an epilepsy, for a while." ”

Facing the self-familiarity of the god of sleep, Weng Ran directly threw the book over, and the god of sleep took a look: "Hey~ This one, this book is my ...... I've seen it! What kind of look did you look at just now! It's terrifying!"

Weng Ran snorted coldly, if he dared to say that he wrote it, he might really beat him.

"As for this book, how simple it is for you to read the bitter hatred. The sleeping god shook the book in his hand, very disdainful.

"What would you do?" Weng Ran had an advantage, that is, he was not ashamed to ask.

"Simple. The god of sleep threw the book on the table and stretched out his left hand: "Suppose I want to use my left hand to set up." ”

Weng Ran looked at his fleshy and small left hand, and the other party asked a question that hit the soul directly: "Who said that only one formation can be arranged." The right hand gestured back and forth on the back of the hand: "I will first arrange a defensive formation, superimpose on it, or it contains a formation that hurts the enemy, this formation is the eye of the defensive formation, that is to say, the moment the enemy touches the wounding formation, it is equivalent to poking a key into the defensive formation, you understand." ”

The sleeping god leaned back triumphantly, and Weng Ran thought to himself that he was really brainless sometimes.

"Thank you for the advice. ”

"Helping others is fun, doing a good deed every day, and accumulating public virtues, you don't have to be polite. ”

Weng Ran couldn't help but look at the sleeping god again, he was really unseemly, and picked up the book on the table: "Farewell." ”

"If you don't understand, just ask, save me from having to find someone to do good every day. ”

"Good. ”

Weng Ran sent the book back to its original place, and turned around the witchcraft again, sure enough, there was no book similar to the witchcraft world that she scavenged, basically the book in her hand could be regarded as a forbidden book, if someone really practiced, I was afraid that it would be known by others, and it would be erased from the world as a crooked way of evil demons.

When he returned to the seventh peak, he saw Gu Qingcheng fiddling with the fruit there, and then he noticed that it was almost dark.

"You're back. ”

"Well, can you go to Sanfeng with me tomorrow. ”

"That's how you want to worship the third uncle?"

Weng Ran pursed his lips and sat down with a smile: "Not really, it's just that the people I admire in my heart really want to be able to meet, and it would be better if I could communicate more." ”

Gu Qingcheng handed over the fruit: "But as juniors, we come directly to the door, which is not very in line with the etiquette." ”

"Senior brother and I entered the peak in the name of seeing Senior Brother Ji Wusheng, and when chatting, please ask Senior Brother Ji Wushang to introduce you and me, it won't be too abrupt. Weng Ran turned the fruit in his hand back and forth, looking at Gu Qingcheng expectantly.

"Okay. ”

"Thank you, brother. Weng Ran ate the fruit at this time, it was very sweet and delicious, and he couldn't help but sigh: "This fruit is so delicious, what kind of fruit is it?"

"No flowers. ”

"What happens if you don't see flowers?"

Gu Qingcheng shook his head: "I don't know, it's just that I don't see the flower tree, and the flower buds never bloom, but when the season comes, at ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the fruit will emerge overnight, and when the sun rises on the second day, if you don't pick the fruit, not only the fruit will rot, but even the flower tree will wither." ”

"It's peculiar. ”

Weng Ran tasted it carefully, and his mouth seemed to have turned into sugar, and it was very sweet.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the mountain fog is getting thicker and thicker, and there is a little coolness in the air, Weng Ran looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky, and vaguely felt at home, in her yard, there is a recliner, she often lies on it, looking at the stars in the sky, counting one by one.

"There is a heavenly river in the endless land, you can take a flat boat to swim in it, and you can reach out to catch the stars, which is said to be very beautiful. ”

"The beauty of this world is like endless treasures, but it is a pity that everything is tired. ”

"What is the junior sister pursuing?

Weng Ran laughed, looking at the twinkling star, there was a popular flash just now, and she didn't have time to make a wish: "What do you do to become an immortal, enjoy the endless loneliness." ”

"Then why does Senior Sister want to cultivate?"

"When you are alive, you can have the ability to live freely, then senior brother?"

Weng Ran retracted his gaze and looked at Gu Qingcheng, but fell into brighter eyes again.

"I want to have the ability to protect the people I care about. ”

He said it so seriously, so firmly, Weng Ran couldn't help but think of that night, he stumbled into his sight, without a little spiritual power on his body, but in order to save himself, he led away the pervert duo, he was not only kind, but also brave all the time.

"If it's a senior brother, you can definitely do it. ”

The words blurted out, in exchange for a period of silence, the two looked at each other, Weng Ran was rare and calm, she looked at the eyes more and more bright, bright and made people feel a little trance, only to hear the soft voice: "Thank you for believing me." ”

Without the idea of delving into this sentence, I pretended not to hear it.

"Can Senior Brother sing?"

"No, but I can play the erhu, do you want to listen?"

Weng Ran was a little surprised, and nodded: "I want to listen." ”

Gu Qingcheng took out a very delicate erhu, adjusted his sitting posture, and then pulled it up, the voice of the erhu is always very miserable and sad, there is a saying how to say that the three years of the qin, ten years of Xiao, a erhu pulled off the waist, Weng Ran couldn't help but glance at his waist, it felt very soft.

Retracted his thoughts, and looked at the stars in the sky again: "Tianhe......

I have to say that the erhu is really miserable, and the miserable Weng Ran wants to take out the suona and blow it to cheer up the atmosphere.

But miserable is miserable, and it sounds really good.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. ”

Weng Ran was intoxicated with the erhu tune and unconsciously read it out, but the tone of the erhu gradually became a lot lighter, and Weng Ran's mood also lightened a lot, until midnight, when the two went back to the house.