I refuse this box lunch

"boom".

One of them failed to stabilize, Wu Luan's strength in his hand was useless, and he pushed a corner of the table away by an inch.

More than one hundred catties of white marble, the movement is naturally large.

The boy has good arms.

Fuhe slowly drank the tea in the cup, and occasionally glanced at the people next to him.It took all my strength to keep from laughing.

Now it's not just the neck, the juvenile's ears are connected to the cheeks on both sides, and it's full of glow, which is in great contrast with the devil emperor.

Perhaps because he had endured something he shouldn't have at his age, Wu Luan was stunned for a moment, said "Farewell" hastily, and left in a hurry.

Fuhe could see clearly that when he walked to the door, he stumbled and tripped over the threshold.

Almost made his face even worse.

When the people walked away, Fuhe laughed out loud, with tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

The head of the Wu family will not return for several days, and in the huge Wu house, there are only a few people living here and there who are barely able to be masters.Not to mention those miscellaneous concubines, everything is headed by Wu Luan, the noble and noble young master.

Of course, even if it is not for this reason, Fuhe has the status of a monk, and he can run amok in Wuzhai.In less than two days, with only a little thought and brain power, he had a thorough understanding of Wu Luan's growing up.

The only legitimate son of the richest man in Muyang City, with a prominent status, a young prodigy, and a bright future.And the Wu family has also replaced the city lord for several years in a row to entertain the envoys from the upper city.In the Xianlai Inn not far from Wu's house, there are countless tourists traveling from south to north, all because they want to pass through the high gate of Wu's house and have a look at the immortals.

On the day when Fuhe came, he happened to be bumped into by people in the inn, so the news spread like wildfire, and the Wu family was the one who was the first to know about it.

"Young master of our family." Several little maids gathered in the hut, embroidering flowers, peeling fruits, gossiping quietly, thinking that no one knew——

"I'm going to serve tea today, but it's just the same tea as usual, and I seem to have smiled at me."

"Dreaming, watching the moon in front of the osmanthus tree last night, it was the young master who specially called me to stop me and asked me to add lanterns."

"What kind of lamp do you want to enjoy the moon? You must be dreaming. Even if the young master is blind, he will not look down on people like us."

"Oh, it's true. Our young master is unparalleled in style and talent."

"Sir, how did you boast before, filial piety, loyalty, and understanding of etiquette."

"What's more, he is extremely smart and best at painting."

One person asked, "Hey, have you all seen that painting?"

The rest shook their heads and answered, "No."

"What kind of painting?" Another voice rang out.

The servant girl who was the first to start the conversation in the house confided with a natural expression: "The fairy treads on the moon, the masked fairy inside is very similar to the one who lives in the mansion."

"Oh? How did you know?" The voice continued to ask, and the tone and tone seemed to have a strange power. After listening to it, people couldn't help but want to tell the truth without hiding anything.

The servant girl lowered her head, a little embarrassed, "I saw the paintings in the study by accident when I was sweeping the library. I also..."

Fuhe turned his head and finally recognized her as the maid who was reprimanded by the steward outside the courtyard that day.

He didn't stay any longer, his cloud-like figure gradually faded from the window, and the remaining girls continued to laugh and chat in low voices.

Fu He wanted to visit Wu Luan's study, but he would repeat the same mistakes, so he had to go in openly and down-to-earth.

He is very skillful in finding things. With a slight lift of his hand, all the boxes and cabinets in the room are opened, and what is inside is displayed at a glance.

Fuhe looked over one by one, but unfortunately he couldn't find what he was looking for.

He rolled up his sleeves, and was waiting to check again, when the wall curtain behind him made a "click", a very soft sound.

Fuhe turned and walked over, raised his fingers and smiled.

There is an exquisite mechanism on the wall, probably accidentally touched, a large picture scroll with the length of a person slowly hangs down from the cracks in the high hanging wall until the end touches the ground.

Fuhe raised his eyes and stared at the portrait, he couldn't help being dazed.

He took off the mask and melted it in the palm of his hand, and the characters inside and outside the painting echoed each other like mirror images, with the same dark pupils and the same curved lips.

All the objects were returned to their original positions, Fuhe put his hands behind his back, and his smile didn't stop until he came to Wu Luan.

One sentence awakened the man who was looking at the reflection in the water in a daze.

"Young master, to enjoy the flowers and the moon, do you have to have some tea? The painting skills are so good, and the memory is really good."

Wu Luan's slightly slender figure paused first, and then turned his face all of a sudden, facing Fuhe with a pair of slightly dilated pupils, "I don't need tea, why, how did you take off the mask?"

"Because I think it's in the way." The instigator who disturbed a pool of autumn water sat next to the young man and sat down, completely ignoring the other's blushing complexion, and leaned over shamelessly, showing a rather self-satisfied appearance.

"I'll give you a test first. I'm a bit older, but it's okay. I don't look old. Everyone who cultivates immortals has good looks, so don't worry too much." He pretended to pinch his fingers, "That's right In another ten years, I can wait."

When Wu Luan heard the first half of the sentence, he didn't know where to look. He grabbed his knees with both hands, sat awkwardly, and wanted to stand up.

Fuhe followed him, still smiling, muttering: "What are you ashamed of, can it be something to be ashamed of asking for a Taoist companion?"

After a while, Wu Luan asked in a slightly hoarse voice after experiencing a change in voice, "Have you seen my painting?"

"Look, it's lifelike. I'm the best at drawing, and it's worthy of the name." I should praise it, "I'm sorry, but I saw your painting without authorization. Are you going to give it to me?"

He said "I'm sorry", but there was no shame on his face.

The young Wu Luan frowned slightly, glanced at him quickly, and shook his head, "No. I never thought of giving it away."

"What do you want to do?" Fu Wo seemed to have realized, "Do you want to keep it for yourself?"

Regarding this sentence, Wu Luan unexpectedly did not deny it.

The young man's back is as straight as a green pine, his eyebrows are as deep as a painting, standing a few steps away, looking deeply.

Fuhe just stayed where he was, staring at him silently, and after a while, his lips and teeth were lightly closed, and he said slowly: "I don't seem to have said that my name is Fuhe."

"Fuhe..." Wu Luan repeated these two words subconsciously.

"Yes. That's my name." He added redundantly, "It's always been that name."

The young Wu Luan was probably a little dazed, "I haven't changed my name since I was born."

Fuhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and felt that he was hysterical, "Don't worry about it. I'm old, and I always like to talk nonsense."

Wu Luan looked at him for a while, then turned around.

The moonlight is quiet, and the garden is full of flower dew.

When Fu He thought that the person in front of him was going to be turned into a statue, the young Wu Luan finally said a word that represented complete determination, "I don't want to give you that painting."

Fuhe was stunned, then smiled and said: "Then don't give it away, and I won't force it."

"Fuhe." Wu Luan called him.

"Yeah." It's a long-lost feeling.The resolute and blood-stained face seemed to be still on the side, and Fu He's voice trembled imperceptibly, "What?"

"You are a monk, you can live for many, many years, but I am just a mortal. Can a mortal be in pairs with a monk?"

The youth's sorrow and anguish turned into words, and the words were full of confusion.

Fuhe stood up, walked quietly behind Wu Luan, and heard him continue to say in a very serious tone: "There are many ancient books in the house, which record the stories of mortals cultivating immortals from ancient times to the present. But without exception, these People have not succeeded. I may always be just a mortal, unable to escape life, old age, sickness and death."

Fuhe didn't like to rely on his own ability to spy on his lover's whereabouts at will, and now he realized that Wu Luan hadn't been avoiding him all these days, but had gone to read a book.

Look at the poor dark circles under the eyes.

If the body of a fairy and a demon can't cultivate a fairy, then there won't be any fairy in the world.They are all idiot jumping gods.

He thought for a while, then asked: "Then have you ever thought that there is a membrane between the mortal world and the fairyland, and it's not that there are no successful cases of mortals cultivating immortals, but they don't want all of you to know about it?"

This rhetorical question deepened the lines between Wu Luan's brows, "Immortal Kingdom...how could it be?"

"There is nothing wrong with it." Fuhe wrote lightly, "the people there are full of emotions like greed, hatred, ignorance and anger, but they just have a little more supernatural powers, so how noble can they be. Moreover, even monks will experience Birth, old age, sickness and death."

Wu Luan turned his head, with more and more confusion on his face.

Fuhe raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand, "How about taking you to see what the cultivation world looks like?"

half an hour.Wu Luan held his wrist tightly and nodded.

Fuhe looked at him and smiled, "Going on a long trip."

"Then wait for me." After Wu Luan finished speaking, he let go of Fuhe, hurriedly left a letter for his father, and took out a long black box from the house.

Frodo took a look at the box, flicked his sleeves, and the two left from where they were.

Of course, he didn't go to Immortal Kingdom to kill one for Wu Luan to prove that monks can die, but went to Linghe to get rid of a wave of evil spirits first.

I heard Taoist Baimei say that there has been chaos here recently, benefiting people is one of the benefits, and meeting people from the Immortal Kingdom is another.

In addition, it would be a pity not to develop the potential of such a precious fairy body in advance.

Along the way, Wu Luan's eyes were all gray, and he only heard Fu He trivially ask him a few words about his favorite snacks and colors, and after a few breaths, his feet landed on the ground.

Fuhe's fingers inadvertently twirled the boy's hair, and quickly added a few protection spells.As he expected, Linghe's evil spirits spread widely and scattered, a little too arrogant.

Wu Luan's black pupils swept around, and asked sharply, "Is there a monster here?"

Fuhe nodded: "Yes. So you have to follow me."

Smart as him, "There are also monks?"

"Well, the strength is uneven, I don't want to talk to each other." Fuhe said concisely.

"I'll try not to cause you any trouble." Wu Luan pursed his lips.

Fuhe held him directly, "Although Tim, this is not aimed at you. Let's go."

The monsters in Linghe are not strong, but they are still quite strange in nature.Fuhe turned around and had roughly understood it.

Just like this moment.

In the barren mountains and wild ridges, a white-haired old woman staggered along alone with a cane. The road was wide, and she came specially to the two of them. "Young man, have you seen my granddaughter? A five- or six-year-old girl. Wearing two croissant braids, pink jacket, big eyes, Yuxue is cute, she is the youngest in the family, and she is the most sweet talker."

The old woman seemed to have opened up some chatterbox, she praised endlessly, and then choked up, tears running down her wrinkled face, "It's a pity, such a good girl, I haven't seen her for many years."

If others listen to this sobbing, they will definitely think that this old woman is a poor person who lost her beloved grandson. Not to mention empathy, there is always a sigh.

Perhaps the old woman herself would not know that she was so unlucky to meet two hard-hearted people.

"Don't be fooled."

"It's weird."

After the two finished speaking at the same time, they double-debunked, and immediately angered the evil spirit who had turned into an old woman.The human skin shattered into four or five pieces from the middle, and the dark blood clot inside melted into a pool, and a large black mist swept towards the face.

Fuhe hated these ugly things deeply, and allowed it to utter those few words just now to give Wu Luan Changchang eyes a lot of experience.

But with a glance from the corner of the eye, he only released half of the technique in his hand, and the other half could barely be taken back.

The young Wu Luan held on to a long sword embellished with gold and jade, and pointed at the frenzied and struggling Xie Chong from a distance. There was sweat on his forehead, but he did not retreat half a step.

that sword...

Fuhe squinted his eyes, and felt that it was quite similar to the predecessor of a certain spiritual weapon.

"My darling, my darling, my darling..."

The black mist turned into a pitch-black mass, without skin, sometimes it could gather into hands and feet, and sometimes it could be described as a head and face. It collapsed on the ground and wailed almost hysterically, "Without you, how can the old woman live..."

The truth does not seem to be fake, otherwise the acting skills, the actress will be ashamed when she sees her.

Probably this is the hateful thing about this kind of evil.Live in parasites, eat as much as you want, and make people look like humans, and demons don't look like demons.

Fu He glanced at Wu Luan, and was about to remind him, "This is a demon that likes to eat the remnants of mortal souls. Before the old man died, he was troubled by too many worries..."

Before he finished speaking, a sword had already pierced the fog.

Wu Luan opened his eyelids, pinched his sore fingers, feeling worried, "Cannibalism, bad skin, and even want to kill you and me. I'll make it up to death, right?"

The black mist has scattered light, as if it never appeared.

Fuhe nodded: "That's right." He handed over a veil to the young man, carefully observed his expression, "Aren't you afraid?"

Wu Luan frowned and drew his sword, "I'm not very scared."

"why?"

"Because you are not afraid."

Fu Wo snorted, "What kind of answer is this?"

Wu Luan wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, pretending not to hear.Put away the handkerchief after wiping sweat, and continue on the road.

He suddenly wanted to know what the life of a monk was like.Although according to the past, I have almost never been interested in anything.

This feeling is very novel.It's like he also didn't expect that when facing a person completely different from himself, he would be so eager to follow the other person's figure.

Because of hiding his cultivation, Xie Chong would only think that Fu He and Wu Luan were two ordinary people walking together.One is like a scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken, and the other is full of blood, so it is very suitable to be a good nourishment.

The more evil spirits have eyes but don't see Mount Tai, the more people will die in their hands.

Fuhe almost didn't make any more moves, so that he finally saw clearly the endless potential of the fairy body.

As soon as a fairy kingdom demon squad appeared nearby, they were caught by Fuhe.

The leader is a few foundation-building periods, and they should not have suffered or suffered outside. Such a low level is worthy of arrogantly directing the handyman in the qi refining period to go back and forth, as if to get rid of evil spirits, just for a while. Xiang Tianda's ability.

Fuhe just hehe, when you see Wu Luan, please get into the cracks in the ground and shut yourself up.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support and company!

Thanks to Takoyaki for the five bottles of nutrient solution!