Every day with the protagonist, I lose my morals

"Tianji sword?" Lang Yanshu thought about it quietly, "It has been in the Lang family for a long time. It is said that it was cast by a very individual swordsmith in ancient times. The swordsmith injected his soul into the sword before he died. Inside, the sword has spirituality, but this sword is arrogant and unwilling to be easily driven by others, even if it has been living in the Lang family for hundreds of years, it has never been just a display, occasionally showing up at the sword appreciation meeting."

"Even Brother Lang, can't you tame him?" Shen Mojue asked again.

Lang Yanshu nodded.

"This is strange, even Brother Lang, you can't tame it, so why is it willing to follow me?" After speaking, the sword in his arms seemed to sense it, and there was a buzzing sound of the sword.

"Since it can communicate with spirits, it chooses to follow you, so there is a reason for it, so why worry about it." Lang Yanshu said.

Shen Mojue felt that what he said had some truth. Spiritual Sword was actually more realistic than human beings. That being said, Tianjijian was still very optimistic about him. Although his current cultivation level was not high, his future plasticity was very strong.

This spirit sword is indeed very discerning.Shen Mojue thought happily, and then remembered another thing. The house where the two of them lived seemed to be just an ordinary farmhouse, but even the wall of this courtyard had collapsed in some places. Could it be that this is the place where ordinary people in Zhongzhou live?

After hearing his question, Lang Yanshu nodded: "This is indeed Zhongzhou. After you took the Tianji Sword from the Jiange that day, the Lang family sent people to look for you everywhere. In order to avoid their pursuit, I brought you here. A land of mortals. Zhongzhou is mixed with fish and dragons, and the aura of mortals is mostly chaotic. You and I mix here to cover up the aura of monks on our bodies and disrupt their direction of investigation."

"I caused your Lang family to lose the Tianji sword. It is only natural that you want to arrest me, but it is your responsibility to guard the Jiange. Didn't I implicate you? I didn't want to take the Tianji sword away that day, but it refused to stay. For pestering me, Brother Lang, I’m sorry, I made you homeless, why don’t I go back to Fenglai Mountain with you and explain to them that you are the eldest son of the Lang family, and they will definitely forgive you.”

"What stupid things?" Lang Yanshu couldn't help but scolded him, comforting him, "Although I'm not willing to go to this point, I've already prepared in my heart. Xiaojue, I don't blame you, nor do I hate you. You, I am willing, if you have to say whose fault it is, then everything is fate."

"It's so mysterious, I don't understand it. Brother Lang, you are a cultivator, how can you believe in fate?" Shen Mojue didn't understand what he meant.

"So do you believe in fate?" Lang Yanshu asked him.

Shen Mojue shook his head, remembering a sentence he often saw when playing games in his previous life, he couldn't help but say it proudly: "My fate is up to me."

"...My fate is up to me?" Lang Yanshu murmured and repeated, looking at Shen Mojue, "This doesn't seem like something you can say."

Shen Mojue said awkwardly: "I know I don't have any ink in my stomach. I didn't say this sentence, but don't you think it makes sense?"

"If someone told you one day that you are just a character in a book, your life is just a plot in the book, and even your ending has been written, would you believe it?"

Shen Mojue was surprised: "Brother Lang, why do you have such an idea? You can't also come from time travel, right? For an ancient like you, it is simply too avant-garde to have such an idea. I, I don't know what to say." .”

Lang Yanshu smiled slightly: "Then will you believe it?"

"I don't know either." Shen Mojue shook his head.In fact, such mysterious things as time travel have happened, and there is nothing strange about traveling through books.Suddenly he turned his head to read the Langyan book, since he can ask such a question, could it be—

"Brother Lang, we are really not just characters in a book, are we?"

"If yes, what would you do?" Lang Yanshu looked at him.

"If it's true, I have no choice but to accept it. You know, I'm from another world. There's really no difference between time travel and book travel. But Brother Lang, I'm curious, how do you know you I am just a character in a book, by the way, do you know all the plots of yourself?"

Lang Yanshu smiled: "I'm just talking casually, but you take it seriously. It's just that I saw a storybook a few days ago, and there was such a setting in the storybook. I felt it for a while, so I couldn't help substituting it. to himself."

"There is still such a script?" Shen Mojue was shocked.With such an astonishing setting in this ancient time, could it be that the author of the script also came through it!Shen Mojue was a little excited, "Can you show me the script?"

Lang Yanshu didn't speak, obviously unwilling.

Shen Mojue didn't force it, and silently slandered, it's fine if you don't give it, it's really boring, it whetted his appetite for nothing.Holding the Tianji sword in his arms, he touched the hilt once and for all, like stroking the head of a puppy, and said to himself: "Even if it's just a character in a book, I think destiny is something that can be controlled. What is in my hands, my body is also my own, as the old saying goes, my fate is up to me, there are never absolute things in this world, if you have time to be cynical, it is better to think of ways to make yourself stronger Some, against a murderous fate."

After finishing speaking, he clenched his fists. From Lang Yanshu's point of view, there was a touch of cuteness.

Such an energetic Shen Mojue is what he likes.

"It doesn't look smart, but the truths it says are all the same." Lang Yanshu laughed.

Shen Mojue choked up for a moment, feeling very innocent, he obviously looked very clever, when he was in the orphanage, the director often praised him as being like a monkey.

——That's because it was too noisy.Lang Yanshu didn't say the words in his heart, just looked at him and smiled, and felt that it was actually very good for the two of them to talk openly, and it was much better than keeping everything in their hearts.

Speaking of the dean, Shen Mojue sat cross-legged, put one hand on his chin and said, "Do you think my name is literary? It sounds like your ancient name, right? The dean's surname is Shen, so I and his surname are Shen, where is Mo?" , is one of the four treasures of the study, which means that there is ink in the stomach, which means culture. Jue is two pieces of jade put together. The meaning of the dean is very simple. A gentleman is like jade. He hopes that I can be a cultured person. Gentleman, tell me, isn’t this name complicated?”

Lang Yanshu wanted to laugh, but he didn't. He just nodded as if there was something serious about it: "Well, it's a good name."

"What about you? Your name is Yanshu. Does it have any important meaning?"

Lang Yanshu shook his head: "No, my father took it casually."

Shen Mojue: "..." This answer is too irresponsible.Bored, he grabbed a handful of feiguo on the plate at hand, squinted his eyes and basked in the sun.

In fact, this kind of life is also very comfortable, like a cat, carefree, someone is raising it, someone is coaxing it, it eats when it wants, sleeps when it wants to sleep.

But there is always a trace of dissatisfaction in my heart.

Thinking this way, when she heard a knock on the door, Shen Mojue turned to look at the book, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Who will knock on the door at this time?

Lang Yanshu also looked back at him and said, "It should be the people in the village. I'll open the door, Xiaojue, don't play tricks, you can't escape from my hands."

Shen Mojue pouted.Even if he wanted to escape, he didn't plan to escape at this time. He had to think of a perfect plan.

I don't know how much he listened to, Lang Yanshu looked away, raised his hand to remove the restraint, and turned to open the gate of the yard.A black, fluffy head protruded from the door, it was the simple and kind people in the village.

"Uncle Li." Lang Yanshu obviously knew him and said.

The man called Uncle Li is about 60 or [-] years old. His skin is dark and sun-dried from a lifetime of farm work. I saw him holding a big watermelon in his arms, and said to Langyan: "The melon at home is ripe. , specially picked one for you to eat, it’s big and sweet.”

Lang Yanshu quickly took the big watermelon, smiled at him and said, "Thank you, Uncle Li, for your hard work."

Uncle Li waved his hand: "You're too polite." He looked into the yard curiously, saw Shen Mojue sitting on a recliner, with a pair of lips that were black and blue, and said in surprise: "That is your seriously ill younger brother, right? It looks really sick..."

"Yeah, I've been running around because of his illness all these years, and I only hope that he can be cured as soon as possible." Lang Yanshu replied.

"It's really a blessing that he has a brother like you in his previous life. By the way, a doctor came to the village two days ago. It is said that his medical skills are very good. The second aunt Wang next door has been cured of many years of strange diseases. Why don't you take your younger brother to have a look, maybe you can find a cure."

"Well, let's pack up and go, thank you Uncle Li."

"You are too polite, young man. My wife is still at home waiting for me to go back to cook. Uncle Li, I will go first."

"Uncle Li, go slowly." Langyan Shumu sent him away, but when he turned around, he saw Shen Mojue looking at him with an extremely strange look.

Lang Yanshu reset a restriction, walked to Shen Mojue with a watermelon in his arms, and asked warmly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You told others that I was your brother?"

"Of course, otherwise, what do you want me to call you?" Lang Yanshu couldn't help laughing, joking, "Ma'am? Such a shocking title is too eye-catching."

Shen Mojue was slightly embarrassed: "I didn't mean that, it's pretty good to be your younger brother. In fact, sometimes I'm quite envious of Yanqi, having a brother like you."

"You don't have to envy him. With me, he can only be beaten."

Shen Mojue: "..." Needless to say, it's so straightforward, Lang Yanqi will cry when he hears it.

"Do you want to eat watermelon?" Lang Yanshu asked.

Shen Mojue nodded.

"But you can only eat one piece." Lang Yanshu said again.

Shen Mojue was disappointed, so he nodded again.Something to eat is better than nothing to eat.

Lang Yanshu broke open the watermelon and cut a small piece for him.Shen Mojue leaned over, holding the watermelon, Mao Mao poked his head out from behind him suddenly, and looked at him eagerly.

Shen Mojue turned his head, and was about to say to the book with his back facing him that he would also give it a piece, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in his heart, which made him lose all his strength, and with a thud, he hit the ground behind him fell down.

The author has something to say: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~~