Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan cured Cao Pi's illness and at the same time ordered his apprentice Mao Gang to investigate the cause of the disease. Mao Gang had other ideas...
A few days later, Mao Gang replied to his master Ma Xiaoquan, saying that the source of the disease had been found.
Ma Xiaoquan was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly asked Mao Gang to take him there.
Previously, Mao Gang and Lu Xian had a good negotiation. After a series of bargaining, Lu Xian agreed to send a scapegoat, but he needed all Ma Xiaoquan's personal information in Mao Gang's hands.
After a person reaches the age of fifty, matters between men and women become much more indifferent. Lu Xian looked at the bronze mirror, touched his hair that was starting to turn gray, and sighed helplessly.
"Hey," Lu Xian turned to Yuan Fang and said, "Yuan Fang, it's been twenty years in the blink of an eye."
Yuan Fang was also very moved. From the year he crusaded against Dong Zhuo, he had been by Lu Xian's side, helping him make plans and help him find that thing.
Now twenty years have passed, there is still no specific information about what we are looking for, and the person who is looking for it is old.
"Young Master!" Yuan Fang took a step forward and slowly lowered his head.
Lu Xian put the mirror on the table, shook his head and said, "Yuan Fang, do you still remember what that guy said?"
Yuan Fang raised his head, looked at Lu Xian, and nodded gently.
"He said..." Lu Xian raised his head and closed his eyes gently, "He said... no matter how strong and powerful we are, we will ultimately be no match for time...
"
Yuan Fang did not answer. At this moment, he felt the same way in his heart.
Lu Xian continued: "When I was alone, I kept thinking, why have I been searching for that thing for so many years? Even if I get it one day, what else can I do? How much time do I have?
?How much time do I have left?”
Yuan Fang raised his head and was about to speak when Lu Xian suddenly stood up, slammed his fist on the table, and shouted: "So I don't accept it, why can Ma Xiaoquan stay young forever? Why can Ma Xiaoquan be able to stay young forever?"
Immortal and immortal, why..."
Seeing the young master grumbling non-stop, Yuan Fang thought to himself: Mr. Lu... Young Master... I have been with you for so many years. In fact, there were many times when I could have killed you for Luo Shan.
Revenge, but I didn't do it, do you know why...
...
Ma's courtyard, late at night.
Ma Xiaoquan was about to go to bed when suddenly a dart broke through the window.
Ma Xiaoquan ducked subconsciously, and the dart hit the pillars of the house with a "bang" sound.
"Huh?" Ma Xiaoquan concentrated a little, and a light blue flame ignited on his right index finger. With the light of the flame, Ma Xiaoquan saw the dart on the pillar.
There was a white scroll tied to the dart, which looked like a letter or something. Ma Xiaoquan stretched out his left hand to hold the dart stuck on the pillar, and pulled it out from the pillar with a slight force.
Extinguishing the light blue flame on his right index finger, Ma Xiaoquan lit the candlestick, then moved closer, unfolded the white scroll and took a look. Ma Xiaoquan's brows immediately frowned tightly.
After reading "Huhu" twice, Ma Xiaoquan put the white scroll on the candle and burned it to ashes.
"Well" Ma Xiaoquan dragged his chin and said to himself: "So, Lu Xian has already arrived in Yecheng?"
Ma Xiaoquan smiled slightly and secretly made a decision in his heart.
Early the next morning, Ma Xiaoquan went to an inn alone.
The owner of the inn didn't seem too surprised when he saw Ma Xiaoquan. He just turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, then turned and walked away.
With a "crunch", Ma Xiaoquan pushed open the door on one side and walked in slowly.
"You're finally here."
The corner of Ma Xiaoquan's mouth raised slightly, and he was not polite. He sat down, picked up the kettle and teacup, poured himself a cup, and drank it all.
"Aren't you afraid of me poisoning you?"
Ma Xiaoquan wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "It depends on whether your poison can kill me!"
"Haha..." The speaker slowly came forward and sat opposite Ma Xiaoquan.
"Mr. Lu..." Ma Xiaoquan said with a smile, "In total, we have known each other for almost ten years, right?"
Lu Xian nodded and said: "Yes, counting the time, I suddenly remembered the scene when we first met..."
Ma Xiaoquan laughed: "Do you still remember to give way?"
Lu Xian said disdainfully: "Although this man is very talented, he is unruly and will eventually be beheaded. He will give in and is not worth mentioning."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded and said, "You came to me, what do you want to tell me?"
Lu Xian sighed, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all.
"I have some questions for you!"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "That's right, I also have a few questions to ask you."
Lu Xian hummed: "Do you want to ask why I am looking for the same thing as you?"
Ma Xiaoquan did not say anything, which was equivalent to acquiescence.
Lu Xian pursed his lips and smiled, and said slowly: "When I was very young, I once met a man... I remember it very clearly, because the clothes on that man were the ones I have never worn in my life.
It’s a fabric I’ve never seen before, or in other words, it doesn’t look like fabric at all.”
Lu Xian said, pulling out a small bundle from under the desk.
He slowly placed the small bundle on the table and carefully opened the bundle layer by layer.
"Huh?" Ma Xiaoquan saw the contents of the small bundle and felt a little uneasy.
Lu Xian glanced at Ma Xiaoquan and said: "He left this dress... I can't remember how he left it, but what I remember is that the owner of this dress
Touched my head, then I fainted, and when I woke up, I didn’t remember anything..."
Listening to Lu Xian's retelling, Ma Xiaoquan's heart was filled with emotions.
The person Lu Xian was talking about, besides Huang Jingming, the first-generation entity traveler, who else could it be?
Huang Jingming left too many questions in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, and also left too many things that should not be left behind.
Ma Xiaoquan didn't think too much about Huang Jingming, but as he stayed longer in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, Ma Xiaoquan found that he was getting closer to Huang Jingming.
"How did you meet him?" Ma Xiaoquan asked Lu Xian.
Lu Xian smiled slightly and handed the clothes in the small bag to Ma Xiaoquan: "I don't know either, I only know that when I was very young, one day someone like that suddenly came to the house, wearing such clothes, and me
Father......"
"With your father?"
Lu Xian smiled slightly and asked, "Ma Xiaoquan, do you know Lu Zhi?"
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Of course I know."
"Then did you know that Lu Zhi has a younger brother?"
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned again. He looked at Lu Xian and suddenly realized: "Is your father Lu Zhi's brother?"
Ma Xiaoquan patted his head, he should have thought of this a long time ago.
Lu Xian nodded: "My father, Lu Ming, whose courtesy name is Ziqiang, haha, everyone knows that there is Lu Zhi, but they don't know that Lu Zhi has a younger brother, oh, it should be said that he is one of Lu Zhi's younger brothers, haha...
....”
Mr. Lu seemed a little sad when he said this.
Ma Xiaoquan did not continue to ask, but lowered his head and fiddled with the clothes in his hands.
Said to be clothing, according to today's standards, it should be a jacket.
The jacket is made of special fabric that is waterproof and fireproof.
Why Ma Xiaoquan is so clear is because he also has one.
It's just that there is a Xuanwu pattern printed on the back of this jacket.
Mingfa once said that among the super-powered warriors of Huang Jingming's generation, there are four people who are called the "Four Spirit Generals" in the underground world. Among them, the one nicknamed "Bei Xuanwu" is Huang Jingming.
This jacket has a Xuanwu pattern printed on it, so it goes without saying that it must belong to Huang Jingming.
"Did your father tell you what he talked about with the owner of this suit?"
Lu Xian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "My father kicked my brother and I out, and none of us know what they talked about?"
"Brother? You have another brother?"
Lu Xian smiled bitterly again: "If my brother were still alive, maybe I would already have a family full of children and grandchildren, haha..."