"Then, are you now the True Lord of Yanghua in Xiaobao, or my apprentice Lang Qinghe?" As casual as a chat, he also helped straighten the crooked incense candle and fold the paper ingots. Before the visitor could answer, Pei Ye leaned forward again, tilted his head to him, and changed his question with a smile, "Or, are you the True Lord of Yanghua who has the memory of Lang Qinghe, or Lang Qinghe who has the memory of Yanghua who has?"

For a moment, both of them were silent, leaving only the movement of salsa that was blowing the wild grass.

After a while, Lang Qinghe asked back: "Is there any difference in your question? Are you both the True Lord Yanghua or Lang Qinghe? Are they all the same person?"

"Haha, how could this be alone?"

"Why not?" Lang Qinghe looked at Pei Ye calmly with eyebrows.

His eyes were like a shimmering autumn water, and he had little similarity to the true Lord Yanghua from his expression alone.

Pei Ye tilted his head and thought for a while: "Yang Hua Zhenjun Xiaobao's childhood is different from Lang Qinghe, with different experiences and different moods. Even if you have the same memory, how can you be considered a person? To give a simple example, Lang Qinghe likes Liu Feifei very much, but will Yang Hua Zhenjun like her? It shouldn't be. Let me ask you now, do you like Liu Feifei? Do you like it or not?"

Lang Qinghe's eyelids trembled slightly, and his eyes were staggering Pei Ye's gaze.

Although there was no positive answer, judging from the ears exposed between his temples, this kid liked them.

Pei Ye shook his shoulders and said confidently: "Look, you like it, so you are Lang Qinghe and not Yanghua Zhenjun."

There is the memory of Zhenjun Yanghua but no emotional burden.

It also means that the inner demon who entangled Yanghua Zhenjun did not entangle Lang Qinghe.

This is a good thing.

"Frivolous and unrestrained." Lang Qinghe was not used to Pei Ye's straightforwardness and moved away from Pei Ye.

How could anyone talk about private emotions without any scruples?

Pei Ye disagreed and preached as a master: "Why are you frivolous and unrestrained? If you like it, you have to say it out! Don't fall in love while you are young, be frivolous and unrestrained, and be vigorous. When you are old, you can't be enthusiastic, don't you feel very sorry?"

Lang Qinghe looked like he didn't listen to the turtle chanting scriptures, and unilaterally blocked Pei Ye's noise.

"It's so boring." Pei Ye simply sat down with his butt because he felt that his legs were numb for too long.

The sitting posture was bold and rough, and Lang Qinghe's mouth twitched slightly, and he could not see directly.

"You sit upright."

He is still not used to this person using the body of "Yanghua True Lord" to do this.

Pei Ye raised his chin slightly and smiled: "Is the True Lord teaching me to do things? Hahaha, I won't."

“Misbehaving.”

"Oh, Master Yanghua, we are only two of us here, so what else can we do? Besides, you have used this body for so many years, which one is not familiar with? What's it like before?" Pei Ye leaned back his upper body, and the thin shirt was silky and smooth. He slid down his shoulders along this movement, hanging on his arm without losing it, making Lang Qinghe feel snorted.

Everyone knows that the True Lord Yanghua of Lingjizong is a flower on the high mountain.

My biggest hobby in my life is to put on airs.

Not to mention every move, every word and every action, even if you fight with others, this guy will pay attention to his appearance.

The most basic requirement is that the clothes should not be dirty, the hairstyle should not be messy, and even if you vomit blood and get hurt, you should be polite and clean. This makes people suspect that this guy grew up eating ice, snow, wind, dew, and dew, without any human spirit.

But, how is this possible?

So he pretended on purpose and didn't feel tired.

Because of this bad habit, those who can't stand him very much.

In fact, he himself couldn't stand it, but over the years, these habits have been integrated into the bone marrow and he couldn't even quit.

It’s like living with a mask. After a long time, the mask and flesh blend together. If you force it, it will definitely be bloody and painful to the bone.

"you--"

Lang Qinghe's face turned cold when he heard the previous few words.

Even though Pei Ye speaks seriously, he always makes people think wrongly, especially because he says this.

It is not like a flower fairy king in the high mountain, but more like a wanderer leaning against the red and green, walking on the horse on the front, and being unrestrained in the world.

"What am I?"

Pei Ye took a beat to realize what Lang Qinghe was thinking wrongly. When he looked at the shameful and angry expression of the girl Lang, he burst into an arrogant and proud laugh.

Lang Qinghe twitched his eyebrows hard. He himself never expected that his face would have been so energetic and full of spirits. He suddenly didn't have the courage to know what Pei Ye had done with his original shell, and what the outside world's evaluation of "Yanghua True Lord" turned into.

"Just think I am your twin brother, it's not normal for men to talk to each other?"

Lang Qinghe asked, "But, are you a man?"

Pei Ye Yangmei asked back: "What, is the slutty talk exclusive to men?"

Lang Qinghe: "...it's really a rude."

"Okay, okay, I'll sit upright." Pei Ye felt something was wrong, so he cleared his throat and sat upright reluctantly, and muttered, "You are really not as fun as Yang Jing. If it were him... Even if he didn't pull his sword to cut me, he would stare at me angrily..."

It's strange to say that she likes Yang Jing Zhenjun's reaction very much, but Yang Hua Zhenjun finds it boring.

Lang Qinghe looked at his former face and made small movements of drooping eyebrows and pouting mouth, and couldn't get angry even if he wanted to.

"Junior Brother Yang Jing? You treat him like this? He didn't even cut you to death?"

Pei Ye said: "He doesn't have it. Maybe he can't beat me...or, he loves young people?"

Lang Qinghe: "..."

It’s a joke to put the word “love” on Yang Jingzhenjun.

What age does his magic weapon have to be under the sword?

After quietly folding the paper ingots, watching them turn into ashes in the flames.

Once she doesn't act like a monster, Pei Ye's head will have messy thoughts, his mouth is itchy, and he always wants to say something.

"Advisor, I have two questions..."

When Lang Qinghe heard the name "apprentice", he trembled.

"You ask."

"Those who cultivate immortals will believe this? Can the deceased receive paper ingots and incense?"

Lang Qinghe said: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, what is important is to comfort the living."

Pei Ye pulled the outermost collar and said in disgust: "There is another question. Isn't it hot to wear so many layers of clothes? Even if the monks are not invaded by the cold and heat, but there are so many clothes, it is troublesome to put on and take off. If you are blocked from your actions, you will be so annoyed..."

Lang Qinghe: "..."

He thought this man could ask some serious questions.

Pei Ye pointed at him, who looked like a female figure: "Look at you, you don't dress so much now."

Lang Qinghe said lightly: "The rules are like this. The clan law has detailed regulations on cultivators with different identities, status, and cultivation."

Even if you don’t carry the pass jade order, others can guess the general identity of the person when they see the accessories they wear.

Pei Ye raised his eyebrows: "That's it? I thought that the number of clothes is too large, and fighting or fighting swords will make you more elegant and fairy-like visually."

Lang Qinghe: "..."

Pei Ye said again: "And, aren't you doing the sect that has become more and more thick in the past few decades? I've read the first edition of the sects in the Book Tower, and it seems that there are only a few hundred sects. Before you took office, you only had a thousand sects, but you're so thicker to be a law enforcement elder..."

She gestured with her index finger and thumb for a moment.

Lang Qinghe still said indifferently: "Learn more rules to avoid being distorted."

Pei Ye asked back: "Are you sure that you didn't let the disciples of the sect who were punished to copy more?"

Lang Qinghe couldn't help but say, "...Are you so noisy in front of others?"

Pei Ye looked up and thought about it seriously, nodded and said, "Probably, yes? But how can this level be considered noisy..."

Lang Qinghe: "..."

Pei Ye sat on the ground and stayed with Lang Qinghe for a while. The latter pursed his lips and looked at the tombstone quietly. He didn't know whether he was in a daze or talking to the deceased in his heart. After about half a cup of tea, Lang Qinghe stretched his eyebrows and said suddenly: "Thank you."

"Ah? You talk to me?"

Pei Ye pointed at himself, and Lang Qinghe rolled his eyes slightly.

"Or what? Can I still talk to ghosts?"

Pei Ye was choked, and he didn't seem to expect that this girl Lang who responded to her was still full of old-fashioned not long ago.

"Thank you for sincerity..." Pei Ye was not very satisfied, but he didn't take it seriously.

After saying that, she heard another solemn and sincere "Thank you". Pei Ye was stunned and laughed out loud.

"You guy - do you want to do this? Speaking of which, you are not as young as you are now. People of this age are much more energetic than you." Pei Ye waved his hand, got up from the ground, and flipped the grass scraps stained with the hem of the armor. "I'll accept your thank you, good disciple."

As he said that, he reached out to him, and the latter handed it out without thinking too much and stood up with the force.

Pei Ye said: "My disciples, one of them, one of them, and the other through the clouds, are you better than you called Poyun? Wait for the sky light to break the clouds... It's okay!"

Lang Qinghe was not very satisfied, and the name was too casual.

only--

He accepted Pei Ye's blessing.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw someone passing through the fog prohibition, and his heart instantly rose to his throat.
To be continued...