My Private Marvel System

Fu Yuan'er is a small slave in the big mansion of the Qi family. This year is just eighteen. She has also lived in a cage within this red wall for eleven years, and has never slackened to take care of her master for eleven years. Fu Yuan'er, whose real name is Zhang Dong, has long forgotten this name, and never realizes what shame and embarrassment it is to be a servant. On the contrary, Fu Yuan'er cherishes this humble identity and feels that he is lucky. Fu Yuan'er, whose father and mother froze to death on the street in the cold winter, no longer has to worry about food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. This is enough. As for happiness, the happiness of his own master is his happiness. It had been before, but it has been gone since eight years ago, and it was on that day that Fu Yuan'er's left arm was gone. The Qi family has always been known for snobbery and has never raised idlers. In the past, Fu Yuaner had been scorned and scorned by people when his limbs were healthy. He was also a servant. The eyes of others always looked at him with a vague disgust. , A bit high above, a bit indifferent, the reason is that he is a mortal, and it is a special case to be able to stay in the Qi family, which is a monk and warrior. When he was seven years old, there was a heavy snowfall that day and was not after Fu Yuan'er, who was pulled back from Guimenguan by his master. Being blasted out of the house has become a special case in the special case. However, this is not a special honor. It is not surprising that it does not bring any respect to Fu Yuan'er. The slave is always a slave, and it is still a lack of arms. A mortal slave, basically no one regards him as a human being, and being a dog feels exaggerated. The world is so cold and affectionate, if Fu Yuan'er didn't even see how to live in this big mansion of Qi family, which is colder than the twelfth lunar month? Therefore, he doesn't care at all. All he cares about is the trivial matter of whether his master is cold or hungry. In the eyes of others, this is a trivial matter, but for Fu Yuan'er, it is the most important thing in the world. . Fu Yuan'er, who was born in a poor family, never attended a private school. I don't know a single character in Dou, and I don't even know his own name. Naturally, I don't understand the great principles of the saints who died in the book. For so many years, he only understood one reason. He only recognizes one reason, and whoever treats him well, he will do his best to that person. In this world, there are two people who are most grateful for Fu Yuaner, one is his master, and the other is his master. The master does not think he is cheap or dirty, he treats him as a person and treats others. He didn’t even chase him away after he lost his arm, and asked him to continue to take care of his master. Although the master’s reputation is not good, I heard that he is a bad guy, but Fu Yuan'er feels that the master is a good person, very good. People, even if this "preferential treatment" is all because of their own masters, good is good, and it would be unhuman to distinguish so clearly what to do. The thing that Fu Yuaner cherishes most is this human touch. The kind that can warm the heart, it is very warm and warm, and sometimes it can be warm enough to make him cry. Crying but very happy and content.

At this moment, in the Qi’s mansion, the decoration is not luxurious but ingenious, in a very comfortable wing room with warm colors. Wearing a light gray servant costume, it is born with a third-class skin and nose tip. The freckled Fu Yuaner cautiously held a cup of Lanxin Bu Tongue Tea with the remaining right hand and walked gently to the handsome man sitting on the couch playing with his fingers like a child, and said warmly: "Master, It’s getting colder, so warm yourself up with a cup of tea."

Lanxin Buxue is not a precious tea, it is much worse than the one or two thousand rare phoenix daffodils, Rizhu snow buds and other treasures, but it is better than the sweet taste and the fragrance of tea. Fragrant and fragrant, the most important thing is that my master used to drink it. Just before...

The handsome young man was in his early twenties and was a rare beautiful man. It’s just that the expression on his face is rather weird, silly and naive, like an unhappy child, looking dumbly at the tea that Fu Yuan’er offers, his eyes are dull, as if he doesn’t know what it is, but he looks at it again. The thin-faced Fu Yuan'er with few fleshy eyes on his face, grinned, and took the tea in Fu Yuan'er's hand. The proper benefit is only 70% full and there is no tea in the blue and white jade porcelain cup. There are a lot of times when drinking. The tea overflowed either from the cup or from the mouth, on the clothes and in the collar. Seeing Fu Yuan'er was frightened and distressed. She was afraid that her master would choke, so she hurriedly shouted to slow down, but the young man had already finished drinking, so he took the valuable blue and white jade porcelain cup. Throw it, and foolishly played with his fingers. Suo Xingfu Yuan'er already knew this would be the case, and took the blue and white jade porcelain cup flying in mid-air in a familiar manner. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with his master, he let out a sigh of relief and put the cup aside on the Darwood case. I found three pieces of brocade silk prepared in the house. The handkerchief was large. One was for the young man's mouth, the other was for his body, and the other was for the tea on his clothes. The movements were gentle and I was afraid that the smooth and soft brocade would hurt. Your master's skin, this can't be described with care, right?

The young man didn't make any resistance, he seemed to have stayed with Fu Yuan'er for a long time and trusted him very much.

Fu Yuan'er, who is not tall and not strong, is finished, and waits like a wooden stake next to her master, watching the young man with gentle eyes, not talking or moving, the scene is more warm than strange, sometimes young people When the man started to play with his fingers, he would laugh twice, and Fu Yuan'er would laugh at the same time. One master and one servant are stupid.

This continued until about the time for lunch, Fu Yuan'er was a little surprised why the big girl in the house hadn't delivered the food, so she was ready to go and take a look. Suddenly, when footsteps came from outside the house, Fu Yuan'er was startled. , The footsteps are not that big girl, it's the master.

The master would take time out to accompany his master every day. Fu Yuan'er didn't feel anything abnormal, and walked gently to the door of the room. He acted very carefully when opening the door and made no movement. Obviously, he was afraid of disturbing the young man.

"Master." Seeing the visitor carrying a food box in his hand, Fu Yuan'er said softly and bowed to his bow. Even if the master said that seeing him is not necessary, Fu Yuan'er still does it. The master and servant ceremony may be exempt, but those How can the kindness that Fu Yuaner always remember in his heart be avoided? The clean-faced old man didn't care either. He smiled at Fu Yuan'er, who had dared to disobey his master's orders and had been beaten to death with a stick if he was so ignorant if he was left among the giants. He didn't wave his hand to sign Fu Yuan as before Er left, but let Fu Yuan'er go in with him instead.

This is something that has never happened before. Fu Yuan'er felt strange, but didn't think deeply, just nodded, and entered the house with the abnormal master today.

Fu Yuan'er gently closed the door and saw the master working alone there. Those who served rice and vegetables did not come forward to help and were slaves. Whether someone should help or shouldn't help, is a deep knowledge. But Fu Yuan'er didn't think about it, just knew that the most delicious food for children under the world is eating the food served by their parents.

"Nianqing, get hungry, come, eat some, dad feed you. This is your favorite white kale, and chayote. Fish-scented lotus root slices, minced meat eggplant..."

"..."

"Well, if you want to play, then play first, then eat later, Dad will talk to you, talk about Dad and your mother. You used to like to listen to these the best, your mother, when you were young, you were a big Beauty, how else could you be so handsome. When Dad chased your mother..."

"Actually, your name shouldn’t be called Nianqing, it should be a single name for Ankang. Your brother’s single name for Kang is Ankang. This is what your mother took for your brothers, but your father and me …"

"In the past, Dad once met an old god. The old **** said that Dad would meet your mother at the Lianrong Bridge, but he was not in the words of the old god. He really met. That old **** Also said..."

"This piece of jade belongs to your mother. Father will give it to you today. Remember, you have to keep it. If you miss your father and mother in the future, just take it out and have a look. Don't blame Dad for giving it to you now. , Dad can't bear to..."

"Okay, dad don't say anything, remember to eat later, don't starve your body, dad feels distressed."

Fu Yuan'er said that the master is naturally the long-lived leader of the Qi family, Qi Mingxuan, and the young man is his eldest son, Qi Nianqing. The reason for this is that Qi Nian was hurt by Qi Nian. Eight years ago, he didn’t get the palm of his hand. Qi Nianqing’s life has turned Qi Nianqing into a silly person, and his mind is like a child under two years old. After so many years, Qi Mingxuan has searched for famous doctors and failed to cure Qi Nianqing. The old man never gave up, but he was powerless, the truth is so cruel. Maybe only the old **** he met at the beginning can heal Qi Nianqing. Qi Mingxuan has been sending people to find this old god, but he has never found it. The world is so big, how easy is it to find someone?

I knew that I would never have the opportunity to find the old **** who would treat his son again. He stared deeply at his most beloved eldest son, as if to imprint his appearance firmly in his heart. It wasn't until a long time that Qi Mingxuan regained his gaze, stretched out his hand and patted his son's shoulder lightly, with no joy or sorrow on his face, and then took Qi Nianqing's untouched meal and walked to the square table outside Zhang Xu. Before and after putting it down, he turned to look at Fu Yuan'er with red eyes, and said softly, "You follow me."

Fu Yuan'er, who couldn't help crying, took a deep breath and adjusted her mood, but her voice was still trembling, "Yes, sir."

Qi Mingxuan subconsciously glanced at the empty sleeve on the left of Fu Yuan'er, his eyes guilty. Fu Yuan'er's left arm was torn off by Qi Nianqing, who was about to kill her brother.

Qi Mingxuan never treats Fu Yuan'er as an outsider, and sincerely likes this young man who only knows how to bury his head and do other things and cares about his son. Therefore, Qi Mingxuan didn't let Fu Yuan'er practice, and planned to entrust his son's life to him. he.

In this whole Qi family, only Fu Yuan'er can believe in Qiming Xuan, and only Fu Yuan'er is good to his son, who is good without any motives, and sincerely good.

Qi Mingxuan believed that he had not misunderstood the person.

At this moment, I woke up in the morning and played with my fingers and kept playing Qi Nianqing, stretched out my hand and gently grabbed the Yingrun jade pendant that was placed on the bed by the old man, silly voice, and then raised my head again , Looking at Qiming Xuan's back, the sound of the urn called out father.

The old man's body trembled violently, as if by an electric shock, when he turned his head, his face was full of tears.

And that Chi'er had already put down the jade pendant, and continued to play with her fingers, his eyes were demented. It was just a flash in the pan. Chi'er was still a fool, but he still had a heart.

Fu Yuan'er cried, crying so that it was raining through the beautiful pear blossoms on Miss Miaoling’s face. He did not dare to make a noise for fear of disturbing his master. He would always remember that his master was a quiet person and did not like to make noise. So no matter when, he must do it.

One old one, one master and one servant, all very foolish.

The so-called Cunning Rabbit Three Caves is probably talking about this Qi family. Under the Qijia Mansion, there are more than ten secret paths leading to the outside world alone. The most hidden secret room is equipped with a teleportation array, which can reach Fenghua County thousands of miles away. The only person in the secret room was Qi Mingxuan, and later there was another Qi Nianru. Now there are two more people, namely the little slave Fu Yuan'er who lost his arm and his master Qi Nianqing. Only after Qi Mingxuan sent one master and one servant to Fenghua County and took care of everything, he destroyed the secret room along with the teleportation formation. Even if Qi’s home was breached in the future, only the ruined secret room was found and investigated. Less than the whereabouts of Fu Yuan'er and Qi Nianqing, as for the person who set up this teleportation formation back then, he had already been killed by Qi Mingxuan.

Qi Mingxuan did not tell Fu Yuan'er the cause of the matter, but told him that if he did not come to pick up the two of them before noon the day after tomorrow, let Fu Yuan'er take Qi Nianqing as far as he could escape. Don't come back, let alone avenge yourself.

No matter how stupid, Fu Yuan'er guessed some eyebrows, but he didn't ask anything, just said please rest assured, after Qi Mingxuan listened, his heart finally let go.

In the early morning of the next day, Qi Mingxuan went to Yuling Mountain alone.

Until late at night, the old man went down the mountain, but from that moment his life no longer belonged to him. The soul seed has been planted, and Qi Mingxuan's life and death are only between Dole's thoughts.

The soul-seed can only be lifted by relying on the eye of reincarnation, otherwise no matter how high your cultivation base, you have the ability to reach the sky, you will not be able to get rid of the shackles of the soul-seed, even reincarnation.

Even the general Supreme Lord can't do the same. This is the power of the reincarnation of heaven and earth. When will the Supreme Lord be free from the limitation of reincarnation, and when can he break the shackles.

Of course, if you want to control the Supreme Lord through the soul seed, no matter how powerful the caster is, it is impossible. The Supreme Lord can be called the Lord, which means that the state of mind has been reached. Even in the face of death, there is no fear. He would rather destroy the Tao fruit than be controlled by others.

This is the Lord of One Lord ~www.ltnovel.com~ The Lord who is not threatened, does not compromise, and moves forward bravely.

Therefore, Qi Mingxuan will be controlled by Dole throughout his life, even if he reincarnates in the next life, until he cannot do it, or Dole unlocks it himself.

Part of the reason why Dole is unwilling to control others with the soul-seed is that the use of the soul-seed itself has to bear great karma, and there will be karma in the future. Reincarnation is one of the most mysterious and widely involved forces in the world. You are tantamount to being greedy for the power of heaven, how can you avoid disaster?

The vast majority of the profound arts in "Du Sheng Jue" are like this. It is impossible to imagine how much karma was carried by the person who created this technique. This is called a true anti-heaven, a person who punishes the world. .

When the karma accumulates to a certain level, the catastrophe will come, and Dole doesn't know when it is, but now he wants to control the people with the soul seed, not just Qiming Xuan, there are more people.

The world is about to change drastically, and there is not much time left for him. He must develop his power as soon as possible. He does not seek any benefits when the sky changes, but only hopes to find some detailed, reliable and useful information and make the most correct countermeasures ever since. Dole had never counted on these people, and he had to look at himself in the future. (To be continued.)