Judge, please respect yourself

The way of burial has always been to get water first, followed by Tibetan wind. The peaks of Yinshan Mountain are trending well, but the previous cemetery circle lacks water, and the surrounding peaks form a three-in-one trend. Without water to nourish, Feng Shui is only half achieved, so there are naturally many resentful spirits.But I didn't expect that just a few tens of feet away, there would be water flowing out of anger.

Standing close to the shore, the cold air overflows from the flowing water, the water is clear and the bottom is visible, and the pebbles at the bottom can be seen scattered. Luan Mu picked up a puddle of water, and when he fed it into his mouth, it tasted sweet.

"It's really good water, Zhenjun also come to try it?"

"No need."

At the time of questioning, Bei Yunrong was standing on the top of a tree, looking at the trend of the mountains from a high place, when Luan Mu turned his head, he saw the mountain wind blowing past the long sleeves of the man on the tree, fine hair floating from his ears, The branches and leaves swayed slightly, the sun was shining, and suddenly, dazzled by the sun, Luanmu seemed to see a light gauze moving, a man in white was lying among the green branches, that man also had a little cinnabar on his forehead, holding a pot of Luofu in his hand In spring, it seems to be half-drunk and resting with eyes closed.

Luan Mu vaguely remembered the first words he said when he first met that person.

"Are you a fairy?"

"No."

Unexpectedly, he actually said the words in his memory, Luan Mu laughed dryly and then changed his mouth, "The real gentleman looks so handsome, it made me panic, and I mistakenly thought it was a fairy descending from the earth, but the real gentleman is a person who is close to the immortal, Even if it is not now, it will soon become immortal."

"Ascension to immortality is at the discretion of destiny."

"There are many people cultivating immortals in Jianghu, but few believe in destiny. I never thought that Zhenjun believed in destiny. It's really refreshing."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

"I also believe that even if destiny doesn't control [-]% of life, it can control one or two."

Bei Yun was speechless, he jumped down from the treetop and walked towards the graveyard, Luan Mu hurriedly followed.

"There is something I would like to ask Zhenjun, can Zhenjun believe in past and present lives?"

"If there is reincarnation, there must be past and present lives."

"Does the real king believe in fate?"

"Everything is independent, and there must be fate when it is connected."

"Then do you remember me?"

As soon as these words came out, Bei Yunrong stopped and turned to Luan Mu, "You and I met for the first time, how do you remember to say it?"

Hearing this answer, Luan Mu's expression was slightly restrained, and then he laughed again, "...I was confused. I fell in love with Zhenjun the first time I saw him, and regarded Zhenjun as an old friend. If Zhenjun doesn't dislike him, can you be with me, a beggar? Make friends?"

Bei Yunrong didn't say a word, and walked straight towards the graveyard.

"Hey, Zhenjun, don't leave, and don't say anything, are you despising me as a beggar, so you don't want to make friends with me?"

"No."

"Does that mean that my mana is mediocre?"

"No."

"why?!"

Luan Mu rushed in front of Bei Yunrong, blocking his way, forcing him to look at him.

"You and I have different temperaments."

After all, Bei Yunrong bypassed him and continued to move forward. Luan Mu stood there for a long time before realizing that he was disgusting his temper.

There is nothing wrong with him anywhere in his body, but Dudu likes his own temperament, he never remembers the past night's grudges, he is happy when he should be free, and he is free when he should be free. Apart from being interested in having fun, he still has fun.Others said he was heartless, but Luan Mu himself thought it was best to be heartless, like the last time he passed by the Prince's Mansion, he heard that the priceless Mingze Emerald in the mansion was broken, and the Prince was so angry that he was bedridden for a month. When he got seriously ill, Luan Mu thought to himself, why bother?Isn't it just a piece of jade, if it is broken, it is broken. If it is broken, it is not Mingze Jadeite?He sees things freely and freely, which is unmatched by anyone.

Luan Mu turned around and chased after him, whispering in Bei Yunrong's ear, but Zhenjun is a person who has cultivated very deeply after all, and his concentration is naturally different from ordinary people, so he ignored it, and soon the two left When we arrived at the cemetery, different from before, suddenly there were more than a dozen strong men here, with hoes and shovels in their hands, and a carriage was still slowly going up the hillside.