An extraordinary journey from the beginning

Chapter 198 Miss Li Shiqing, long time no see.

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The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the bare mountain, and everything was silent.

Sitting on the stone slab of the Glory Stone pool, Lu Ming handed over a water bottle to Huo Tu Xin. After Huo Tu Xin took it, he gulped it down. His face was covered with water stains. He seemed to be refreshed, but his eyes were still blank. god.

Stretching out his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, Huo Tu Xin raised his downcast eyes slightly, and asked feebly, "Clan chief, they..."

Lu Ming replied: "The patriarch died, and Chi Fang passed out from exhaustion. As for the casualties of other clansmen, they are still being treated and counted. They are all on the fishing boat."

When he saw the bare mountain, the result was already expected, Huo Tu Xin raised his head and took another sip of water, and suddenly threw the water bottle on the ground, his whole body was indescribably angry,

"Boy, is there wine on board?"

Lu Ming nodded, turned around and took out a flagon from the fishing boat again and handed it to him, saying, "It's not that strong, it's specially prepared for Linglong."

Huo Tu Xin took the jug, removed the cork, raised his head froze, and then drank it in one gulp, the sound of splashing water and swallowing almost choked him, no matter how light the wine was, he was in a hurry It can also choke people.

The salty taste poured over his face, Huo Tu Xin threw back the jug, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Lu Ming with a smile, "Thank you!"

"I knew the silly girl was right!"

Lu Ming took a sip of his wine and didn't speak. He could see that Huo Tu Xin was just using this to change the subject, hoping to talk about some Linglong things to divert the grief of the constant death of his tribe just now.

Too many people who weaved fire died, almost exterminating their clan.

Adults are learning to numb themselves and say irrelevant things, even if the things themselves are true.

Huo Tu Xin continued to drink, and Lu Ming specially prepared the wine that made the taste much weaker. He drank a lot, and in the end he kept praising Lu Ming's craftsmanship, and said that his daughter did not follow the wrong person, as if the flames never happened before. Pass.

Until, Linglong came out of the boat and told the two of them that the damage caused by the fire demon had caused more than two-thirds of the Zhihuo tribe's loss, and most of the survivors were old people and children. The members of the Tongshan group protected them tightly. behind.

Huo Tu Xin didn't drink any more, sobbing choked up, tears streaming down his cheeks, Linglong comforted him a few times, but he acted as if he had never heard of it, immersed in his own world, crying with his head in his arms.

Lu Ming stretched out his hand and pulled Linglong up, "Let him cry, the dead include clan elders who watched him grow up, as well as companions who grew up with him, that in itself is an extremely uncomfortable thing."

Linglong's eyes were dim, and she leaned on Lu Ming's body. She couldn't help feeling sad, and wept softly, "Lu Ming...but there are my partners there too..."

Lu Ming patted her on the shoulder lightly, without saying a word, until she stabilized a lot, then said again, "Restrain the body of the tribe, and bury it properly."

"I know that there are still many people in the tribe who are injured, and may not even survive. Tell them to persevere, and I will heal them."

Linglong's eyes brightened slightly, "What can you do?"

"You can try."

Lu Ming stretched out his palm and exerted a little force, but he didn't feel the familiar existence. He suppressed his thoughts, "I can't do anything about the dead, but for the living, no matter how seriously injured they are, it's just the lack of the source of life. made up for."

"As long as you find the little tree, there will be a solution."

The little tree gathers almost infinite sources of life, and its own breath of life can even make people live forever. Lu Ming has fused with the little tree many times, so he is naturally aware of its energy.

Of course, the premise is to get Xiaoshu to agree.

That guy... is not dead.

"Looking for Xiaoshu..." Linglong nodded, then raised her head immediately, mist appeared in her eyes, her tone was full of surprise and disbelief, "Lu Ming, you are..."

Lu Ming squinted his eyes and smiled, hugged her into his arms, and said helplessly, "Miss Li Shiqing, don't you know your Mr. Lu so soon?"

"you!"

"Miss Li Shiqing~"

"You bastard!"

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On the way from Pingting to Zhihuo, there is still an extremely luxurious fishing boat in the sky. The whole fishing boat is covered with lanterns, red balls, happy characters, and other parts that are occasionally exposed are also full of jewels.

This is Weishengyan's fishing boat, the best fishing boat of Weisheng's family.

The fishing boat he was planning to use for his wedding with Yin Zhuang.

"This is bound to be an unforgettable wedding~"

On the deck, Wei Shengyan was holding a wine glass in his hand, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, his whole face was flushed, drunk, almost murmuring softly in his sleep.

The old butler walked over to comfort him several times, but Wei Shengyan waved and scolded him to leave. He had to prepare luxurious food and wine on the table for him to immerse himself in his own world and anesthetize himself.

Dressed in a red dress, he pushed away from the wing room, looked at the water all over the floor, and the broken pieces of porcelain that had accidentally dropped on the ground, his brows furrowed slightly, his red lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, as if he had thought of something, but he didn't open his mouth .

Yin Zhuang walked to Wei Shengyan's side, looked up at the bright moon together with him, with a calm and natural expression, and said very calmly: "I heard from the butler that you are losing your temper?"

"Why, are you surprised?"

"I can't say, since you agreed to our deal, I will just perform my duties." Yinzhuang paused, retracted her eyes, and said softly: "After all, in a few days, I will be your Weisheng Yan wife."

"Wife, hehe."

As if hearing a joke, Wei Shengyan sneered and mocked, looking at that beautiful face, serene and elegant, seemed to feel something, as if meeting for the first time, but the expression on his face gradually became calm again.

Yin Zhuang smiled lightly, raised his hand and gently filled a glass of wine for him: "I thought you would say: That's the title I got in exchange for my Wei Shengyan's lifelong foundation and your Yin family."

Looking at the almost full wine glass, Wei Shengyan poured it into his mouth without hesitation, "Although it's a deal, am I, Wei Sheng Yan, so vulnerable in your eyes?"

"It's not vulnerable, and I didn't mean to belittle you. On the contrary, in some places, I admire you very much, worship you, and I came from a humble background, but I can single-handedly build this comparable place in decades. A family business with the same wealth as Sichuan." Yin Zhuang looked at him admiringly, "This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do."

"To get what others can't get, you have to give what others can't give. Correction is just a word of ruthlessness. Being ruthless to my opponents is also ruthless to myself. I stumbled all the way to get to where I am today." Wei Shengyan said indifferently.

"That's right, that's why I don't like you." Yin Zhuang nodded, eyes drooping down, looking at the ground, "It's true to appreciate you, it's true to admire you, but...it's true not to like you!"

Wei Shengyan paused for a while, looked at the woman who bowed her head, and then fell into a wry smile.

Until Yin Zhuang raised his head and poured wine for him again, Wei Sheng Yan raised his glass and drank while saying, "When I was five years old, my parents sold me to a rich family as a slave for money."

The wine glass was placed on the table, Wei Shengyan stopped Yin Zhuang from continuing to pour the wine, and continued: "When I was six years old, I met my master. Life."

"In Nianguang Pavilion, I worked hard and studied hard. I have read all the famous ancient books in Suchuan, and I am a little proficient in business.

I thought that I would spend my whole life simply and happily under the teaching of my mentor until I was ten years old. Since then, I discovered an interesting thing. "

Facing those eyes that were somewhat attracted by interest, Wei Shengyan showed an extremely ridiculous expression, and said with a smile: "My memory seems to be gradually becoming incomplete. I often forget some things, and often think of things that I have no memory of. things."

"At that time, I felt sick. I found my master, but the master told me that I was not sick. It was just that I had read too many books, and the visions I saw were just dazzled. The master began to say some strange words."

"Until one day, I finally discovered the reason. I saw my master tampering with other people's memories with my own eyes. I felt scared, scared, and I... didn't want to be someone who didn't even have my own memory, even if it was my childhood. tragic."

"I started to engrave letters on my arm, but I still forgot a lot of things. Later, Nianguang Pavilion needed to develop in contact with the outside world. Because of my good performance, my mentor arranged this job. After I went out, I became a strong Pingjianghou."

"I inquired a lot, and finally knew several ways to restrain Li's illusion. Then when I was 16 years old, I killed my master, and Heping Jianghou teamed up to slaughter everyone in Nianguang Pavilion. Based on wealth, Ping Jianghou became a 'friend'..."

Beads of sweat flowed from his forehead, and Weisheng Yan patted his forehead, as if he wanted to make himself more sober, "Later, when Weisheng's business was growing, I killed many people and did many things. .”

The cold wind blew, and the forehead was cool, Wei Shengyan's eyes became clearer, and he asked her: "Yin Zhuang, I have killed many people and done many heinous things in the eyes of others, do you know why I did it? ?”

Facing those calm eyes, Yin Zhuang flashed a hint of confusion, and after pulling away her eyes, said calmly, "At first it was for freedom, but later... I don't know."

Wei Shengyan was stunned, and smiled wistfully, "Sure enough, you still understand me."

"But let me tell you, the future me is also for freedom, do you believe me?"

Yin Zhuang turned her eyes back, looked at him, and nodded lightly without thinking for a long time, "Naturally."

Wei Shengyan showed astonishment in his eyes, and then smiled suddenly, "So this is you, Yin Zhuang~"

"People who are willing to do business with me in that life are always so frank."

Yin Zhuang didn't answer, stood up after a while, looked at the sky, the moon had been covered by dark clouds, and the air was getting thinner, she sighed lightly and said: "It's cold, let's go back."

"No hurry," Wei Shengyan chuckled, picked up the flagon and poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Yin Zhuang, and took the other by himself, "After drinking this glass of wine, today is over like this."

The wine was crystal clear in the glass, reflecting that beautiful red makeup.

Yin Zhuang was silent for a moment, then reached out to take it and drank it down, Wei Shengyan smiled, put the wine glass on the table and reached out to support the fainted Yin Zhuang.

The old butler walked out from the inside lightly, glanced at the woman lying in the arms of the Patriarch, then quickly lowered his head, "Patriarch, what do you want?"

"At the next port, arrange a fishing boat to take Miss Yinzhuang back to Pingting."

"What about us?"

"The itinerary remains the same, let's weave fire." Wei Shengyan picked up Yin Zhuang with all his strength, and walked towards the house, "She is different, she is very good...she wants to do business with me..."

"I don't know if Your Majesty has recovered his memory. Forget it, I don't want to. No matter what, he promised to be my witness. Even if they forget, I can make him remember."

The old butler lowered his head until Wei Shengyan's figure disappeared into the house, then he squatted down and began to clean up the residue left by drinking on the deck, occasionally looking at Wei Shengyan's room, showing a trace of pity.

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a few days later.

weave fire.

Nestled against the river bed, the original town boundary, closer to the mountain of Glory Stone, has built several natural green huts, which are naturally exquisite masterpieces, and the surviving Zhihuo people live in this boundary.

In the pool next to the Glory Stone, the water flowed down from the mountain again, filling the entire pool, and the sound of running water at the gap was ethereal and natural, as if everything had never happened.

Young men and women sat on the rocks on the opposite bank, their bare feet rippling in the water.

"Huo Tuke, he was a young man weaving fire back then. He met me by chance. I don't know what's wrong with him. He wants to be my younger brother. You can't stop him. Follow me. I ran to Chaodu in a hurry..."

Linglong, oh no, Li Shiqing looked at Lu Ming who was boasting there, showing a disgusted expression, "Be quiet, be quiet, if you let my father and the others know about it, you may die ten times."

"Isn't that what you want to hear?" Lu Ming shrugged.

"That's not what I want to hear. What I want to know is why you appeared 500 years ago, and why I happened to be 500 years later." Li Shiqing frowned and pinched Lu Ming's chin, "It must have happened in the middle Some accidents happened, don't lie to me!"

Lu Ming rested his chin on her hand, "There was some accident, but I forgot. I need to find Xiaoshu to find out."

"Then where is he now? Wasn't the tree you saw in Nianguang Pavilion in Pingting earlier?" Li Shiqing thought.

"That's just a leaf, the real small tree has long been..." Lu Ming suddenly stopped, as if feeling something, looked up at the sky, and green leaves fell from the sky, and the source was a red fishing boat.

On the fishing boat, a middle-aged man dressed in black held a leaf in his hand and gently dropped it, watching the two with gentle smiles.

"That's... Weisheng inkstone!" Li Shiqing recognized the person on the fishing boat.

"That's the leaf of a small tree." Lu Ming recognized the leaf.

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(End of this chapter)