Judge, please respect yourself

"Nan Tang..."

Is Nan Tang the one you can't forget?It was the first time for Wen Fan to know that Bei Mao was so attached to Nan Tang. He echoed his sleep talk. Although he might not know what he said when he woke up the next day, Wen Fan still enjoyed it.

Seeing that the two boys were in harmony, Luan Mu stopped disturbing him and returned to the Ning Palace from the North Chamber. It took only about an hour to make a fuss, and Bei Yunrong had already returned to the house first.

Luan Mu pushed the door open and went in, and saw him sitting at the low table wiping Shifang. He remembered that when he went down the mountain before, he took the sword without authorization and made a fuss. Looking around the room, it was already cleaned up. The window paper he casually mended was also replaced with new ones.

"How did you come back so soon?"

"The master is still retreating, and he briefly informed the uncle about the matter."

"What does your uncle know about Chaisang?"

Bei Yunrong shook his head.

"Then when will your master leave the customs?"

"Soon, in two or three days."

"We'll have to wait two or three days."

Luan Mu climbed onto the bed discouraged, "You don't allow me to walk around at will, it seems that I can only spend these two or three days in this hut."

"There will be a mountain lantern festival tomorrow. If you are interested, you can go and see it."

"Mountain lantern? What's that?"

"Lingwu people hold celebrations on this mountain every year to pray for the blessings of the gods, and Yue Qingchen will open the middle of the mountain at this time, and disciples under the sect can also participate."

"It sounds interesting, so let's go and have a look tomorrow."

"it is good."

After wiping the last Shifang sword, Bei Yunrong put all of them back into the sword case, extinguished the candle lamp on the table, and lay down on the wooden mat to sleep with his clothes on.

"Although your bed is not too big, it shouldn't be a problem to sleep the two of us. Why do you need to sleep on the floor? This makes me feel like a dove occupying a magpie's nest."

"Sleep silently."

Luan Mu was a little dissatisfied with him turning his back to him, so he simply lay down on the wooden mat himself. Yue Qingchen's temperature was already colder, and he had just changed into Beili's robe as soon as he entered the room, and lay down on the wooden mat. Feeling even colder on the ground, he leaned against Bei Yunrong's back.

"a little cold."

"Then go back to sleep."

"It's okay, relying on you to keep warm, anyway, we have slept together several times, so this night is not too much."

Bei Yunrong was silent for a moment, "That's it."

what?

Bei Yunrong stopped moving, closed his eyes and rested again.

Luan Mu originally wanted to provoke him, but in the end, the two of them actually slept on the floor together, what's the reason for that?She lay limp and did not sleep, but lay on the cold ground, but what she said, she had to confess her sin.

However, when I woke up, I saw myself lying on a soft bed, covered with a quilt, so warm.

Who said that Yue Qingchen didn't have a sweet mouth, at least he felt that Bei Yunrong could make people's hearts sweet. It was strange to say that Luan Mu had always slept lightly before going to bed, and the wind and grass in the middle of the night could wake him up, but Every time I sleep with Bei Yunrong, I can sleep soundly. Could it be that he has drugged himself?

Luan Mu smiled at his absurd idea, got up to do some activities around the Ning Palace, then obediently stayed in the room and waited for the dark, and after the night fell, Bei Yunrong also took him down the mountain as promised.

Looking down from the mountain, before reaching the halfway up the mountain, you can see the lights below are brightly lit, like a river of stars falling from the sky and winding in the mortal world. On the way home, half lost.

Various styles of lanterns were hung high on the treetops, as if the trees had given birth to the lights, and they were extremely coquettish. There were peddlers selling them at the side. Luan Mu bought a lotus flower lamp and held it in his hand. Although the fire was not enough, it could illuminate the way forward.

The two walked together in the crowd, and the dragon dancer also lifted up the heavy cloth dragon and danced happily, followed by the sound of gongs and drums, it was really lively, walking forward along the lights, because above the mountainside is the The disciples of Yue Qingchen's sect were intercepted, so they didn't walk for long. There was a mountain well at the very end. After people rushed to this place, they fetched water and took a sip before returning the same way. It is said that the well water was stained with the spirit of the mountain god , Drinking a sip can bless people with longevity.

Luan Mu knew best about longevity, but he still imitated the behavior of the Lingwu people, scooped up a scoop of well water to try something new, it tasted sweet and had a long aftertaste, Luan Mu wanted to drink it again but was stopped by Bei Yunrong.

"Don't be too greedy."

"Yes, little brother, each person can only drink one sip of the water given by the mountain god. If you drink too much, you will be punished by the mountain god!"

The grandmother behind him reminded him, but as soon as Luan Mu put down the wooden ladle, a child jumped up and snatched it, and put the well water into the jug on his waist.

"Little devil, you are so greedy, aren't you afraid of being punished by the mountain god?"

The child lowered his head and stopped his movements, "But Daddy won't be able to drink this water this year."

"What happened to your father?"

"Some time ago when I was hunting, I was scratched by a wild animal. The wound did not heal for several days. He also had a fever for several days because of this. He was getting weaker and weaker in bed. He couldn't even see this year's mountain lantern. I want to bring some Take the well water from your lord back, maybe daddy will get better soon after drinking this water."

"Master Shanshen's water is only for longevity, and it cannot heal your father's injuries. So, if you give me the water bottle, how about I give you something more miraculous than this well water?"

Luan Mu took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, "Apply this medicine on your father's wound, within three days, he will be able to get out of bed and walk around."

"Really?"

"Of course, I am a dignified adult, and I never lie to children."

Seeing that Luan Mu was sure, the kid didn't hesitate, took off the water bottle on his waist and replaced it with the medicine bottle in his hand, and ran down the mountain as if he had won a treasure.

"Is that the Shen Huai I gave you last time?"

"Hahaha, yes, anyway, I have strong healing power, so it's useless in my hands. Giving it to that child can save someone's life."

"I don't mean to blame, no need to explain."

Luan Mugang still thought that Shen Huai was Yue Qingchen's precious medicine, and he gave it to others without authorization, fearing that Bei Yunrong would be angry, so he felt relieved after hearing what he said, and poured all the well water back in his hand In the well, follow Bei Yunrong back.

"There are still interesting things in childhood."

"Really?! I've never visited a celebration like this before. It seems that today's trip is quite worthwhile."

"You should have lived for hundreds of years and traveled to various places, but you have never been to a celebration?"

"It's not that I haven't played before, it's just that the scenery seen by one person is different from the scenery seen by two people. Every time I met before, I felt like I was on a horse, as if this worldly thing had nothing to do with me, but today is different, It’s like recalling what I saw today in the future, not only the beautiful scenery of the mountain lights, the sweet well water, but also me and you.”

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud noise from the sky, the fireworks rose, and the bright light of the fire lit up Luan Mu's smiling face. Bei Yunrong looked down at him, and his heart was a little moved. When it fell on his lips, he suddenly remembered the time when his lips touched Jimo Mulou. He still remembered the moment when his lips touched. Feel the heart beating fast, that feeling makes people greedy.

However, the fireworks were fleeting, before he could think about it, Luan Mu ran forward and pointed at the person who was climbing up the tree in front of him.

"Beili, what are they doing?"

"Pray."

Lingwu people have a custom to make their wish in a red ribbon and tie it on the treetop. The higher the tie, the more likely it is to pass it on to the heavens and tell the gods.

The so-called do as the Romans do, Luan Mu did not find a red ribbon, only a red rope, he still imitated the appearance of a Lingwu man, climbed to the top of the tree, tied the red rope to the trunk, clasped his hands together in his heart and acquiesced to himself The wish, the expression is pious, and for a moment he forgot his identity as a ghost.

After making a wish, I opened my eyes, and I did see Bei Wenfan lying on the opposite tree. He was holding the trunk tightly with one hand, and the other hand was holding the sword that was about to fly forward. He came to participate in the mountain lantern festival today. There are many people here, and it is not as spacious as before by the Lingwu River. If Bei Wenfan let go of his hand carelessly, the sword cannot guarantee that it will not hurt innocent people.

"Wen Fan, don't let go, hold on and I'll help you."

"It's so... so good."

He could hardly hold on any longer, he gritted his teeth, and clenched the hilt of the sword with all his strength, a lot of sweat oozed from his head.

So Luan Mu hurriedly jumped, jumped onto the side branch, reached out and hooked the sword, "You slowly release it, I'll grab it."

"Is it really possible?"

"You kid, are you questioning my ability?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

"Then let go quickly, I think you can't hold the tree trunk anymore, don't fall to the ground in a while, and hurt your butt."

Bei Wenfan smiled embarrassedly, his right hand was already trembling, after Luan Mu clenched the hilt of the sword, he slowly let go, because his left hand was also weak, he had no choice but to jump off the treetop, Wait on the ground.

And the strength of that sword was much greater than what Luan Mu had imagined, and his body was led to stagger forward, almost slipping off the branch, but then he stabilized the breath in his body, causing the true energy to sink, adding After gaining some strength, he took the opportunity to drag the sword back, jumped off the ground and quickly put it into Wen Fan's scabbard.

At this time, Bei Mao, who had tied up the red ribbon, also happened to rush over, "Wen Fan, are you using the sword again?!"

"The tree was too tall, I couldn't climb it, so I had to go up with the sword."

"Have you forgotten what happened in Lingwu River before? You are really getting more and more courageous!"

"I...this...Senior Luan Mu...I..."

Bei Wenfan wanted to ask Yu Luanmu for help, but the man patted Bei Mao on the shoulder instead.

"Beimao, if you continue to train him, I'll leave first. Make sure Wen Fan doesn't let him act like this again."

"Hey, senior, how could you..."

Luan Mu walked in a hurry, he didn't listen to Wen Fan's complaints, he just watched the crowd in front of him, but he couldn't see Beili, he didn't care about other things, he turned back towards the crowd, he clearly remembered that Beili was standing under the tree just now Waiting for him to come, why did he disappear?