An extraordinary journey from the beginning

Chapter 194 Lu Ming, I'm Homesick...

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The green covering the sky and the sun in the yard gradually faded, and after a while, everything returned to normal, the same room, simple furnishings, wooden tables, soft cushions, and the woody fragrance rising, nothing seemed to have changed.

The only difference is that the man in white who was still sitting in the wheelchair with his back facing him now sat on the cushion, with one foot bowed casually, and his elbow resting on his knee, his face was indescribably relaxed, a little more It is more secular, and less ethereal and ethereal with its back to everyone.

It was as if he was a living person at this moment, and he had been living in a fantasy before.

The door was pushed open again, Wei Shengyan walked in, and sat opposite him without any shyness, "I sent you people here with good intentions, and you just let them go?"

The wrench in his hand was grinding and turning, Wei Shengyan said with a hint of regret, "You must be too sorry for the 500 years of imprisonment of the ancestors of the Qili family."

Linglong glanced at Wei Shengyan, her eyes stayed on the wrench in the other's hand, a flash of nostalgia flashed, then she shook her head lightly, "The business of the ancestors is the business of the ancestors, I am not a direct bloodline of the Li family, why? To bear this karma on their behalf.”

Confined here for 500 years, the scope of the Li clan's activities is very limited. If you go too far, your life will be consumed. You wisely choose to use the secret method of the past to inherit the blood of the gods.

When he arrived at Limeng, he was no longer a direct blood relative of the Li clan of the previous generation, and he was also called a master. In the end, the inheritance of Nianguang Pavilion became an inheritance controlled only by the illusion of Li clan's blood.

If you get this inheritance, you have to be imprisoned. Help the Li clan and Shenzong to find that person.

"You seem a little disappointed, why? It's not enough to kill the master, but also want to kill the emperor and the god?" Li Meng glanced at the finger wrench in Wei Shengyan's hand at last, and said contemptuously and mockingly.

"His death was just his own fault. He plotted against you to inherit this bloodline, and he also wanted to plot against me, but he didn't expect that I had made some preparations." Wei Shengyan took off the wrench in his hand, put it on the table, and shook his head. , "Forget it, the master is dead anyway, and I won't explain anything. Now that you are the heir of the Li family, this thing should be returned to the original owner."

"You've taken all the things inside, so what's the use of sending back a broken finger? Could it be that I'm going to have to turn around someday, and I want to sell this antique thing for money?"

"Whether to sell it for money or keep it as a family heirloom, the choice is up to you. You can decide for yourself. I just returned it to the original owner."

Li Meng glanced at him in surprise, pondered for a moment, then stretched out her hand and put the wrench into her arms. Anyway, after receiving the kindness of the Li family, he is also surnamed Li now, so it is nothing to leave a legacy to commemorate.

"Giving people and things, did you come back to admit your mistake?" Limeng's hand showed a dazzle of whiteness, which bloomed slightly, as if it might break away at any time, "Aren't you afraid that I will keep you here?"

Wei Shengyan looked at the dazzling white in his hand, smiled strangely, and sneered, "Do you know how Master died in the first place?"

"...How did you die?"

"I didn't do anything from the beginning to the end. He killed himself."

"You..." Li Meng frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, she thought of a possibility, and the white in her hand disappeared, "You implanted a device in your brain?"

Li's illusion naturally has weaknesses, the simplest one is that it cannot be used by people with stronger mental power than oneself, otherwise it will directly counterattack.

The second type... is to implant a device in one's own mind that specifically resists illusions. No matter how exquisite illusions are, they cannot be effective on dead objects. A stone is still a stone, and a soil bag is still a soil bag. When a stone bears a son.

If a corresponding device to restrain illusions is implanted in the brain, an ordinary person can resist Li's illusions, but the risk will be very high. After all, implanting a device in a person's brain is not something ordinary people can do.

A careless, not negative, but may hang himself first.

"Master wants to see my memory. I naturally have to make some preparations for changing the past in my mind." Wei Shengyan said with a smile, admitting his guess in a disguised form.

The muscles on Limeng's face twitched, and he had no intention of scaring Weishengyan again. No wonder Weishengyan, an ordinary person, dared to walk in front of him to show off his might, and the most powerful method inherited from the Li clan was restrained by the opponent.

The illusion is no longer effective, if you really want to kill Weishengyan, you can only do it with real swords and guns, but his delicate body, which has not been out of the house for decades, may not be able to kill Weishengyan.

And this is an old Yinbi, who knows if he has other backhands.

It seems that I really can only hold the wrench to offer incense to the master.

Suppressing her thoughts, Limeng's movements became more casual. She looked up at the ceiling and asked, "Are you still leaving?"

"Could it be that you want me to help you with something?"

"I heard that you are married to Miss Yin. Could it be that you want to support the Yinxiao of the Yin family and regain the glory of the blood of the ancient gods?"

The more Li Meng thought about it, the more interesting she became: "Don't say it, it's not impossible if you really want to do this, if Suchuan collapses, then the divine master is a fake, and your lord may die with the wind at any time.

You Weishengyan holds most of Suchuan's wealth. If you add Yin's name, if I am willing to help, it seems very possible to create another ancient myth. "

Wei Shengyan chuckled, looked at Li Meng, shook his head and said, "Could it be that in your eyes, I, Wei Shengyan, am just so obsessed with interests, trying to win people by any means?"

Li Meng looked at him and said, "Do you know better than me? I seldom go out, and I haven't seen you for a long time."

In the ethereal and clear eyes on the opposite side, there is no hatred or pain, only the helplessness after being gradually soaked in the world, as if lost.

Through the pupils, it seems that the thin figure picked up from the snow by the old figure can still be seen...

The room fell into silence, Wei Shengyan looked at each other with his eyes unblinking, and after a while he restrained himself slightly, stood up with his hands on the wooden table, then took out a red notebook from his cuff, and put it gently on the table.

"I hardly have any friends. You...you can be regarded as a friend when I was a child. I am very happy to see you out of trouble."

"I really like Yinzhuang. There is no idea of ​​using Yinshi in it. Believe it or not, I still want to say that if you have time, you can come and have a wedding wine."

Pushing the invitation forward, Wei Shengyan turned and left without waiting for Li Meng to reply.

Li Meng watched his back disappear into the Nianguang Pavilion, then stretched out her hand to open the invitation card, her gaze went straight to the end:
"Nianguang Pavilion disciple Wei Shengyan..."

The invitation was placed on the table, Li Meng looked at the big tree outside the window, and then left Nianguang Pavilion without looking back.

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microbiology home.

The Weisheng inkstone was specially selected as a separate courtyard for the god master and the emperor to live temporarily.

The sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing.

Inside the yard.

A chair and a table are placed on it to record the food that has just been prepared.

Linglong lay lightly on the chair, holding a volume of ancient books in her left hand, she would lightly raise her plain hand when she saw something aroused, filled herself with a glass of wine, picked it up and pushed it into her mouth.

Then I looked at the book with relish.

It's not that she likes reading so much. In the past, since she left for a certain three years, she, like all ordinary people, was not so eager to learn.

Most of the time, he is doing poorly. Although his talent is good, his grades can only be regarded as mediocre.

It's just that when I met someone later, the first impression she gave the other person was that she was a beautiful, smart, hardworking and active college student.

After getting along, under the tireless care of the other party, and under the care of eating, drinking and having fun, Linglong thought to herself, she seemed to have to find something to do for herself, and she couldn't give her a good image in someone's heart. broken.

So, she picked up the good habit of reading books, which is loved and praised by most of them, even though she really rarely reads books on professional knowledge.

Turning over a page again, I reached out habitually, only to find that the snacks on the plate had already been swept away, and even the improved wine that was not so strong could not be poured out. shouted into the house:

"Mr. Lu~"

"Classmate Lu~"

"Mr. Lu!"

"Lu serious illness?!"

The voice got louder and louder, but there was still no response from inside the room. Linglong secretly wondered, put down the book in her hand, and walked towards the inside.

A picture scroll is spread on the long wooden table. The young man presses the end of the scroll with one hand to straighten the whole picture, and with the other hand, he holds a paintbrush to paint on it.

He was painting, looking at the scroll with extremely serious eyes, and occasionally showing a trace of confusion, turning a deaf ear to his surroundings, as if he was trapped in his own world
Linglong watched quietly, and after a while a lifelike woman appeared on the scroll. The girl in the painting was pursing her lips and humming softly, looking up at the sky, and there was a trace of cute flesh on her face.

"Why am I so fat?" Linglong frowned slightly, humming softly and asked, her expression was almost the same as in the painting.

Lu Ming came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and pinched her chin, moved his head closer, and said with a smile, "You are good at discovering your own beauty, which is obviously cute, okay, what a beautiful chin."

"Huh? Then you mean I don't look good in other places?"

"..." Lightly stroked his forehead, Lu Ming's head directly arched up. It is impossible to argue, and reasoning is absolutely unworkable. He took a sip, and then said very seriously: "My wife is perfect everywhere." !"

"It's more or less the same." A smile appeared on Linglong's face, she looked at the unfinished painting, and looked at it again, "You have been busy all morning and drew this."

Lu Ming nodded slightly, "I have a feeling in my heart, so I drew it."

"Something in your heart? You can't draw me well, right?" Linglong stared at her eyebrows.

"Hey, hey, if you are jealous, you are jealous. Why are you arguing with your own painting? Who else is this but you?"

"Also... Shenzong." Linglong hesitated to speak.

Looking at her, Lu Ming couldn't help but smile, and stretched out his hand to hold Linglong in his arms, "I know you, I know you, and I painted you too, so I know exactly what I did."

"No matter what happened before, the meaning of the painting left by Shenzong has nothing to do with me. I only know that it is you in my arms, and it is enough for me to paint you."

"Not so many reasons, not so many reasons, it's as simple as that."

Lu Ming tilted his head, looked into Linglong's eyes, and moved his nose.

Linglong chuckled, stared back with her nose, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Nianguang Pavilion... can I not go?"

"Yes." Lu Ming nodded straightly, looked at Linglong for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and said confidently: "You don't think I really forgot everything, do you?"

"Can you remember?" Linglong blinked.

"I can't remember, I only know that we have been to Nianguang Pavilion, but the impression of it has disappeared, and I don't remember anything experienced in it." Said softly, Lu Ming said indifferently: "Maybe That memory was covered up, maybe I lost my memory, but I don’t want to look for it.”

"Because my most precious thing is not those Shenzong past events, but you, Linglong."

"Since you don't want to go to Nianguang Pavilion, then let's not go and just live our lives well."

Linglong opened her mouth, her voice softened a lot, "Do you believe me?"

Lu Ming looked at the girl in surprise, as if he was surprised by her question, he reached out and hugged Linglong, and walked out of the house, "Believe me, if I don't even believe my wife, who else can believe me.

I mean it!Don't be suspicious for a day~"

Lu Ming sat on the chair with Linglong in his arms, reaching out his hand habitually to pick up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from the plate and feed it to his sister, only to find that it was already empty, and shook his head involuntarily.

At the moment, I am ready to get up and go back to the house to get it.

Linglong pulled the clothes on his collar, and threw herself into his arms, her nostrils fluttering, trying hard to breathe in his scent.

Lu Ming noticed that the girl was not right, so he clenched his hands even tighter, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Smelling the familiar scent, squinting her eyes and arching in his arms, she gently raised her head and said, "Lu Ming, I'm homesick, I really miss it."

"Okay." Lu Ming smiled slightly, his hanging heart relaxed, he thought what was wrong with the girl, she turned out to be homesick, Dang even said: "Let's go back right away, I'll go talk to Wei Shengyan later. Said, arrange for the fishing boat to set off tomorrow to weave fire."

She knows him, and he has never been perfunctory in what he told her to do, he will only pamper her.

Now that he has said it, he will definitely do it, and sometimes he wants to give some surprises, but he can't help but reveal it in advance.

Linglong looked at him, her nose suddenly felt sour, and she pressed it down again, with her head in his arms, she could only echo silently in her heart: "I'm not talking about weaving fire."

"It's our own home, it's Jialin, it's Junshan..."

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(End of this chapter)