I, who became the armor of the devil emperor, was put on by the fairy

"The realm is high or low, move according to your heart, you don't need to be persistent, you don't need to care too much, but you restrain yourself. When you are alive, you should throw away the chains that imprison you. Walk like the wind, and your words and deeds are like water."

Luo Xingye smiled leisurely.

His every move is extremely charming, and there is a kind of Taoism in it.

Xiao Lingyu was amazed every time.

"Then tell me, what does it mean to follow your heart, what does it mean to walk like the wind and speak like water?"

Xiao Lingyu approached, with a soft fragrance.

At this time, in the darkness in the distance, a night walker took out a photo stone, recorded this scene, and sent it to the senior brother in the sect.

The eldest brother was talking at the gate of the palace, and all the disciples were fascinated by it.

But when the elder brother saw the scene of Xiao Lingyu's private date with the little monk in the sea of ​​clouds in the photo stone, he immediately became furious.

"your mother!"

The elder brother cursed loudly, which made all the disciples tremble.

He got up and flew away, heading straight for Fengtu City.

……

"Then let me ask you, why are the leaves in the backyard moving?"

Luo Xingye sat on the bamboo chair and pointed to the leaves on the tree.

"Of course the wind will move."

Xiao Lingyu sat on the side, turned her head to look at Luo Xingye and smiled.

"Haven't it occurred to you that the leaves are not moving at all, but the wind is moving?"

Luo Xingye glanced at her with a faint smile.

Xiao Lingyu put away her smile, was stunned by his words, and was thinking to herself.

Finally she shook her head: "The wind has no form, but the leaves have form. They pass through the wind, so the leaves are moving."

"No, I think it's the wind that moves. How can the leaves move without the wind passing through?"

Luo Xingye shook his head.

Xiao Lingyu frowned, and said persistently: "The wind cannot be seen or touched, it can only be the leaves moving. This can also show the meaning of the wind."

Luo Xingye still insisted on his opinion.

Xiao Lingyu was a little angry, thinking how could he lose to this little monk in the sea of ​​clouds as a superpower in the Transcendent Realm.

She explained in other words, still thinking that the leaves were moving.

Luo Xingye suddenly smiled, looked at her and smiled.

"Why are you laughing at me? Are you afraid that I will slap you flat?"

Xiao Lingyu wrinkled her nose, looking very smart, raised one hand, and approached Luo Xingye, pretending to hit her.

"I'm laughing at you, your heart is moving."

Luo Xingye straightened up, and stretched out his hand to block that hand, but actually held it.

Xiao Lingyu's body trembled, and she was about to take it back, but Luo Xingye's words diverted her attention.

"If you are not obsessed with irrelevant things like whether the wind is moving or the leaves are moving, your heart will not move."

"You are too obsessed with arguing and falling into it."

"So, it's not about the wind moving or the leaves moving, but your heart moving."

"The so-called move according to your heart, don't be too persistent, look at things and things, you should be independent, watch chess without saying a word, laugh and watch the tide ebb and flow."

Luo Xingye gently rubbed that delicate hand, and leaned over.

Xiao Lingyu blushed, withdrew her hand, and said, "Rogue, it's clear that you have too many thoughts and other purposes."

"I see your heart is moving, and it's moving very fast."

Luo Xingye chuckled.

Look at her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are shining, her heart is on the deer, and she is beating wildly.

He couldn't help sighing.

Ah, senior brother, when you see Xiao Lingyu next time, she will already be in my shape.

[Author's Digression]: Good night, see you tomorrow (it will be released at [-]:[-] every morning)

Chapter 55

Under the moonlit night, the breeze blows the coolness.

In the courtyard, Luo Xingye sat on a bamboo chair, telling Liang Zhu's poignant love story.

Xiao Lingyu sat sideways on a bamboo chair, her eyes were reddish, and was moved by the poignant love in the story.

When it comes to sadness, she is also sad.

"Don't catch a cold."

Luo Xingye took off his coat and put it on her body.

Taking advantage of the situation, he stretched out his hand and hugged Xiao Lingyu.

He patted her back and armpits lightly.

Xiao Lingyu swayed in front of her.

His hand felt the strength of the shaking, the kind that he couldn't hold it with one hand.

"Is this story true or false?"

Xiao Lingyu was immersed in the plot of the story.

"Adapted from real events."

Luo Xingye said softly.