Birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups.
Every group and organization in the world has a central idea, which cannot be violated. Once someone does not abide by the rules of the organization, he will appear out of place and will not be accepted.
Human society is like this, and in fact the world of cultivation is also the same, and this concept is even stronger. To live in such a world, you must abide by the rules.
At a small level, it is the rules of the sect, but at a large level, it is the way of heaven.
There is only one kind of person who can break out of this rule, and that is someone who is strong enough.
Just like the Monkey King who once made a big fuss in heaven, he is such a peerless existence that he has escaped from heaven, and even his name has to be crossed out from the book of life and death.
Yang Huang also dreams of becoming such a person one day.
The world is changing and everything is possible. As long as you dream, you will eventually gain something.
Yang Huang waited for a moment outside Chen Yueru's house. His attention was attracted by the turquoise stream next to the house. This stream was unique because the color of the stream was so pure and it exuded a faint aura.
The spiritual energy is different from the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. It is not so pure and not as rich as the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
"I refined this. It has no effect of cultivation, but it just looks more beautiful." Chen Yueru's voice sounded behind Yang Hong.
Yang Huang turned around and saw a woman wearing a light blue dress, with the bottom of the skirt reaching her knees, her upper body wrapped around her body, and her light blue hair, which highlighted her beautiful figure.
Chen Yueru's skin is fair and tender, she looks very clean, her eyes are lively, and her red lips are sexy.
Her hairstyle has also been carefully taken care of. As an ordinary person, it would be difficult to imagine how she could do this in such a short time, but as a cultivator, it is not difficult to achieve this level in a short time.
"What are you doing refining this stream water? It's useless." Yang Huang probably knew what Chen Yueru was thinking, but he still asked.
"Who says it's useless? Don't you think you should pay attention to feelings in the place where you live? Green mountains and green waters make it comfortable to look at."
Chen Yueru looked at the green river and smiled involuntarily. This was her masterpiece.
"I just see that you are boring." Yang Huang was a little uncharacteristic.
"Humph! What do you know!" When Chen Yueru is angry, she likes to cross her arms, tilt her face, and look at people with squinted eyes.
She unconsciously assumed such a posture, but she knew very well that in Yiyuan Daozong, she had not spoken so many words to others for a long time.
Although there are still many male practitioners pursuing her, she has no feelings for them.
It's like a modern person getting along with an ancient person without having a common language at all.
Chen Yueru has no pressure from the sect. She has always been an inner disciple, not even a direct disciple. She has not accepted any elder as her teacher and has always practiced on her own.
However, as an inner disciple, you can receive a lot of resources every month. In addition, the sect’s preaching elders give lectures every month, so there is no problem in cultivation.
So she is different from Liu Qing. She doesn't need or like to bear the sect's honors. She just wants to be herself.
"Life in the sect is inherently boring." Yang Huang looked at Chen Yueru's angry look, and his heart suddenly shook, as if he remembered the past, and seemed to be affected by some past events.
Unknowingly, he gradually approached Chen Yueru, and their bodies were already very close.
"Yes, in this place, everyone's dream is to practice. To practice, to give up everything for immortality. In the end, how many people can live forever. If they can't live forever, what have they gained?" Chen Yueru lowered her head and sighed.
No distance was found between Yang Huang.
"A person's life is like a fleeting moment, so every minute and every second is worth cherishing. But the life of a monk is so long. In this long river of time and space, at a glance, every inch of space seems to be exactly the same."
"So what else can a monk do? Immortality cannot bring pleasure, only torture." Yang Huang answered Chen Yueru's question, and it was also a questioning of himself.
"What about you? What is your dream now? I remember that you really wanted to become a biologist." Chen Yueru blinked her big eyes and looked at Yang Huang like a curious baby.
"Immortality." Yang Huang said without hesitation, without any hesitation.
"Then you still talk as if you are detached from the outside world. You are obviously like most monks!" Chen Yueru pursed her lips with a look of contempt on her face.
"Otherwise? I have been on this road. If I can live forever, it proves that all the efforts are worth it. When you stand on the top one day and look back at the torture you have suffered, you will feel that it has become a
It is a precious wealth." Yang Huang touched his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff.
He recently asked Quan Xiaoyu to refine a kind of golden cigarette, which is a hundred times stronger than ordinary cigarettes. Smoking it feels like ordinary people smoking marijuana.
"Pfft!"
Seeing Yang Huang smoking, Chen Yueru not only did not mean to blame him, but instead covered her mouth and laughed.
Looking at the girl with crescent-shaped eyes, Yang Huang couldn't help but feel excited.
"What's so funny? Is smoking so funny?"
"You, a person who dreams of immortality, still smoke? Anyway, I just think the picture is weird." Chen Yueru has a beautiful smile. Although she does not have an alluring appearance, her smile is surprisingly beautiful.
"Only when people have a lot of troubles will they like to smoke. What do innocent people do when they smoke? Most of the time I smoke because I am bored."
"Since I was a child, I have done so many things that are not understood by others, so much so that sometimes I want to doubt myself. But a cigarette can make me wake up and realize that the ignorance of the world is really...
It can affect the entire era." Yang Huang said, but his hands were not restless, and he had quietly held Chen Yueru's white and smooth little hand.
Chen Yueru's body trembled, but she did not break away, but her fair and tender skin was stained with a light pink color from unknown time.
"Yang Huang, I...I don't know what to do." Chen Yueru's voice was as small as the sound of a mosquito, but Yang Huang could hear it.
She is such a woman. When she was in the ring, faced with Yang Huang's indifference, she almost despaired. But now, because she got a little tenderness, she blindly chose to believe it. Even if the other party was not sincere, she didn't care.
"I am no longer the child I was back then. I am already on the right path. I will definitely be powerful enough to protect you in the future. You don't have to worry about anything."
"In peacetime terms, I like you, please be my girlfriend!"
Yang Huang's sudden confession made this sentimental, innocent and kind-hearted girl a little overwhelmed. She seemed to be struggling, but this struggle seemed very small.
Chen Yueru finally nodded gently, then Xiafei lowered his head deeply with both cheeks.
"Then... my name will be Chen Ruyue from now on. The name Chen Yueru is... no need." A moment later, Chen Yueru raised her head with a smile like a flower again, looking up at the man smoking in front of her, the man she missed so much.
The boy finally stood in front of her.
"Yes, the name Chen Ruyue sounds easy to me. I don't even know what Yueru means."
Chen Ruyue's face darkened and she almost hit someone.