When the love becomes strong, the love turns thin

A little distance, so as not to disturb each other.

There are three or two rooms in the house, but Feng Yao doesn't need to help Yuluo clean up.

When the aunt left, Yuluo came in on her own.

"Young Master Feng, where do I live?"

Feng Yao's hand that made the bed paused: "There is a house next to it, you can live wherever you want, if you don't help the people in this village, how can you find a place to live with money?"

"I want to stay here with you," Yu Luo said.

"Up to you." Feng Yao had no objection.

"Why did the aunt only send a set of bedding, but mine?" Yu Luo waited for a long time, but the aunt did not come again.

"You find her to go." Feng Yao never mentioned to the aunt that she wanted two sets of bedding.

"You didn't tell her that we're all going to live here?" Yuluo finally realized.

With his back turned to him, Feng Yao said unhurriedly: "I didn't say it, and you didn't say it either."

"But..." Yuluo said anxiously.

"If you want to follow me, I have no objection, but now that you are in the village, you can go your own way."

Feng Yao's tone is very soft, but the meaning is obvious.

It's time for them to part ways.

"You drove me away?" Yuluo couldn't believe it.

Feng Yao didn't look back at him: "We are not fellow travelers. When we should separate, we should naturally separate. No matter what we can't catch up."

He also said that he wasn't driving him away, but he was clearly asking him to leave.

Yuluo was depressed, but he couldn't think about it.

"Okay, I'll go, Feng Yao, please remember, don't beg me to come back."

He finished his harsh words and left angrily.

Feng Yao made the bed, sat on the bed, and was silent for a while.

The night slowly shrouded, there was no light in the room, and his face was looming in the darkness.

"Heh." I don't know how long he sat there, and finally let out a sneer.

They are not fellow travelers at all, even if they come together for a while, they will eventually separate.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight, but Feng Yao has no intention of admiring it.

He tapped lightly with his fingertips, and the oil lamp in the room floated on its own, lightly floated in front of Feng Yao, and slowly lit up a little light.

Feng Yao took out the compass and put it on the bed.

Thinking about the layout of the village, there is a road at the head of the village, which leads to the outside of the village. The whole village is surrounded by cliffs on three sides, and there is no other road.

There is no abnormality in the village at present, and the whole village lives and works in peace and contentment without contending with the world.

The village has a long history, and ordinary villagers have long been unclear about it. They only know that their grandparents and great-grandfathers lived here.

Still too little information, Feng Ruo frowned.

He looked at the compass and hesitated.

Is it too hasty to do Feng Shui Bureau to understand the village now?

Moreover, the village seemed peaceful and peaceful, but it always gave him a strange feeling.

Not to mention, the history of the village is not too long.

A mortal life lasts at most seven to eighty years, but this village seems to have existed for hundreds of years.

Hundreds of years ago, the mortal world should have experienced wars and disasters.

This village is remote and difficult to find, but the weather is good, and it has been peaceful for generations.

It can be observed that Feng Shui is only mediocre.

Or there are other reasons for this.

Feng Ruo thought for a while, but still put the compass away.

Let's take a look.

He has been in the heaven for more than seventy years, and he does not need to rest every day like ordinary people.

Turned off the lights, but lay quietly on the bed.

He has a perfect temperament, otherwise he would not be appreciated by the heavenly king, and he would be the right envoy.

Although it was not necessary, I closed my eyes as if I was asleep.

Even breathing is slow and steady.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, under the light of the moon, a shadow slowly appeared in front of his bed.

Slowly the shape appeared.

Feng Yao on the bed was motionless, as if in a deep sleep.

Shadow stood still in front of the bed, but there was no movement for a while, watching the rumors for a while.

Only then did he take out a yellow joss stick, the joss stick was only an inch long, but after the shadow lit it, the fragrance it emitted was extremely strong.

In an instant, it filled the whole room.

Shadow put the incense candle beside Feng Yao, and the incense candle stood firmly without any power point.

Shadow muttered a few spells in a low voice, and the smoke from the incense candle went directly to the tip of Feng Yao's nose.

Rumors are ignorant.

Chapter 10

Shadow asked, "Who are you?"

Feng Yao was lying on the bed, obviously drowsy, but her mouth automatically answered: "Feng Yao."

The shadow continued to ask: "Are you really the left envoy under the throne of Tianjun?"

Feng Yao replied: "Yes."

Hearing the answer, Shadow seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "What is your reason for going down to earth this time?"

"Follow the order of the king of heaven, and pass on the letter to the real king."

"The letter has been sent, what are you doing in this village?"

"curious."

After Feng Yao finished speaking, Shadow was speechless for a while.

He never thought it would be this answer.

"What are you curious about?"

"This village."

Answering is the same as not answering, Shadow is going to change the way of asking.

"You came to this village after meeting Zhenjun. Is there any connection between the two?"

"What's the connection, didn't you want you to tell me?" As soon as Feng Yao said this, Ying Ying hadn't reacted for a while.

Feng Yao still closed her eyes, lying quietly on the bed.

His face is pure and picturesque, and his shadow lives in a secluded place all year round. He has seen very few people, demons and gods. There have also been some insightful Extraordinary people who have come to the nameless hill, trying to break this unpredictable barrier.

A small number of people could not see the door to enter, and retreated wisely.

And those who refused to give up and tried to get the Dao of Great Luck naturally became a pile of bones.

Yuan Ruo'er is a demon clan, and she always looks on coldly to these bystanders who are looking for death without winking.

The real person didn't do it himself, and he didn't ask him to do it once. Even if he entered the barrier, there would be a warning, but these people, greedy for the so-called great luck, would not go to the police, so they must find out.

Naturally, there is a dead end.

When Feng Yao first arrived outside the nameless hill and started to break the barrier, Yuan Ruo'er noticed it, and he told the real person, who sat in the cave without even lifting his eyelids.

"Everything depends on fate, life and death have their destiny." The real person's voice is always calm, Yuan Ruo'er has served the real person for hundreds of years, and the real person has always looked like this.

He retreated as usual, and because he was extremely bored in the nameless hill, he observed the rumors outside the barrier.

After watching for a long time, Feng Ruo became more and more pleasing to the eye.

He even felt that it would be better if he didn't untie this layer of enchantment and leave safely.

When Feng Yao untied the enchantment, he even hesitated, he didn't want this gentle-eyed fairy who seemed to be born with affection to embark on those old roads that had become bones.

That's why he will report to the real person again, their origin and identity.

Or the flowers cultivated by real people for hundreds of years finally bloomed more than ten years ago.

On the day the flowers bloomed, the real person asked him to avoid this small village and not allow him to go back for ten months.

Ten months later, Jiaxi, the head of the village, added a son. He was about to have a wedding with him when he was summoned back by the real person.

Daoist didn't know what happened, his spiritual blood was seriously injured, and he had to retreat immediately.

So far, for more than ten years, I have stayed in the cave where the demon flower was cultivated.

Yes, that is a demon flower.

Although the shadow has not lifted the flower, it has always been cultivated by the real person himself.

But in the shadow's heart, that flower is really evil and terrifying.

Even though its appearance is not ugly, it even exudes a holy atmosphere.

But Yuan Ruo'er knew that when it was about to bloom, that holy aura would slowly change and become alluring.

Yuan Ruo'er took a look at it from a distance, and felt her mind shake.

I don't know how the real person keeps his mind after growing this flower for hundreds of years.

After returning, the flower has withered, and there is no more holiness and temptation.

But its extremely contradictory aura left a deep impression on Yuan Ruo'er.

I don't know what the real person raised this flower for?

How did the real person resist the already terrifying temptation to the extreme.

Shadow hadn't opened his mind for hundreds of years, but when he suddenly met Feng Yao, his mind seemed to open up a little.

At that time, that demon flower seemed to be confusing.

Humans, gods, and monsters in the world each have their own ways, and there are not many people with a firm mind in their hearts.

He once heard a deceased old man mention that in this world, mutual generation and mutual restraint, sometimes, what you think is what you want is not necessarily what you really want, on the contrary, you may be confused.

A little demon retorted at the time: How is it possible? No matter how confusing the mind is, the desire hidden in it is only induced, and it is still what you want in essence. Behavior is disordered, mind is deluded.

The deeply wrinkled old man didn't feel annoyed, but just took a look at the little demon: "As a people who are good at confusing people's hearts, you naturally have your reasons for saying this, but there are many strange things in the world, and you are still young." , I haven’t seen much of the world, and when I get older and go out to see this vast world, I will naturally have my own understanding.”

He was there at the time and didn't understand at all, but later followed the real person and lived in the nameless hill for hundreds of years. Although he was old, he still didn't have much knowledge, but seeing the real person raised the demon flower, he recalled the old man by chance The words, inevitably a little panic.

Daoist, have you been influenced by that demon flower?

Probably not, after all the real person has great magic power in his body, just a demon flower, how could it be possible to confuse the real king who saves the common people.

However, the bones left by those accidental intruders on the Wuming Hill, although they are old, seem to have added a touch of weirdness to the pear fragrance that pervades the mountain.

Although the intruder was to blame, but the real person didn't seem to be as compassionate as in the legend.

Life and death.

Indifferent words, indifferent look.

It seems that those lives are just insignificant ants.

Bed