"That's right..." Luo Jiutian pretended to be humble and looked back at his father, "We are actually from Baoliangshui..."
"Ba Liang Shui? It's a mystery that has been passed down to this day by the Wen Jingluo family. Ba Liang Shui?"
When Lao Luo saw that this was a connoisseur who had a chance, he hurriedly made a fist gesture.
"My surname is Luo, and he happens to be the current nominal director of the Baliangshui Mystery Bureau. This small bureau is not very well-known. My little brother knows my family's name. It's really our luck in Baoliangshui!"
Director Luo.
Why does it feel weird?
"Why did the director of your Ba Liang Shui run away? Isn't this a private job?" Maple Sugar yawned and asked.
"Little brother, you don't know something. Although we, the two of us, listened to the advice and worked part-time at the federation because we were attracted by the stability and benefits of this civil servant. However, social welfare institutions are really eroding people's self-interest. We both
Now I feel that the work of the General Assembly is our supreme vocation. Occasionally I go back to Baliangshui to hold a plate, and then I feel like I am taking on a private job..."
Luo Jiutian introduced his position eloquently, and he seemed to be a good young man who was dedicated to his job.
Pineapple and maple syrup were mentioned in a daze.
"But little brother, you are not an ordinary person..." Lao Luo narrowed his eyes and asked the Taoist priest with a smile, "Your blood is quite special..."
Xiaolan obviously hesitated when he saw the smile on the Taoist priest's face.
The Taoist priest was suddenly silent for a few seconds.
He glanced back at Xiaolan, then turned his head back.
"Director Luo, have you ever seen blood like mine?"
Lao Luo pursed his lips and stared deeply at the Taoist priest for a while.
The eyes are very strange.
Xiaolan couldn't understand the meaning in that look.
Luo Jiutian looked at the Taoist priest on his left and his father on his right, obviously he didn't understand it as much as he did.
After a long time, Lao Luo shook his head gently.
"Never seen it before."
Hearing this, the Taoist priest leaned back a little, and his tense body finally relaxed.
Although Xiaolan didn't want to admit it, the Taoist priest did look relieved.
It’s hard not to care…
However, when talking about similar abilities, Xiaolan couldn't help but think of Lao Luo's hesitant look when he introduced his abilities.
"Lao Luo, have you ever seen an ability similar to mine?" Xiaolan asked innocently.
Lao Luo glanced at Xiaolan mysteriously again, then bowed and waved his hands aside.
"Miss Xiaolan, why do you need to ask me? This little brother is well-informed and will definitely be able to answer you."
The Taoist priest's smile solidified.
Xiaolan glanced at the Taoist Master.
"If you know, just tell me directly," Xiao Lan shouted at Lao Luo, "Why are you trying to sow discord between us?"
This time it was Lao Luo's turn to be caught off guard.
Even Luo Jiutian came up to his father and chatted, "That's right, dad... just tell her directly... there's nothing you can't say... it has nothing to do with us, so why hide it..."
Lao Luo glared at Luo Jiutian with hatred.
"Miss Xiaolan, have you really never heard of it?"
"No," Xiaolan shook her head honestly, "Who has the same ability as me?"
Lao Luo lowered his eyes, and after a while, he raised his head again as if he had made up his mind.
"There is indeed such a person...but he hasn't appeared for a long time."
Xiaolan's heart beat loudly.
Could it be that this was his identity before he lost his memory?
"How long?"
Lao Luo looked up and recalled, "It must have been more than ten years since she finally appeared in front of everyone."
Over ten years?!
"Could it be..."
Lao Luo glanced at Xiaolan seriously, and when he saw her messy expression, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Miss Xiaolan, you are overthinking. She is not a child," Lao Luo said, as if he had guessed her thoughts. "She is a young girl in her twenties, and she should be in her forties now."
He must be in his forties now.
Could it be...that she is her mother?
"We at Ba Liang Shui don't know much about her," Lao Luo said frankly. "I was lucky enough to meet her and show off her abilities in the same case. She is very similar to Miss Xiaolan, but there are indeed some differences."
"As for the specific details, we cannot say more due to the confidentiality of the case. If you go ask about her in the Jianghu, you will definitely find what you want."
He is famous in the world of martial arts.
Xiaolan straightened up.
Regardless of whether she is my mother or not, since her abilities are similar, she is probably a classmate at the most.
As soon as Lao Luo finished his last sentence, he cleverly changed the topic.
"I wonder if Miss Xiaolan's ability is innate or acquired?"
As expected of Lao Luo.
Lao Luo adheres to the principle that every clue will never be provided in vain, unless Xiaolan is trying to trick something out of him.
If it had been anyone else, they might have really been calculated.
But the target is Xiaolan, so the plan will come to nothing.
Because even Xiaolan herself doesn’t know the answer to the question.
"Is there any difference between being born and being born?"
"Born with spirits is a conceited spirit, and the spiritual energy will definitely be purer." Luo Jiutian couldn't help but start to popularize science. "But people who don't have spiritual energy have cultivated their own spiritual energy through chance or hard work. Such people have no influence on themselves."
The more your body understands, the stronger it may be."
Someone as strong and pure as me...
What could be the reason?
But of course Xiaolan was embarrassed to express this idea.
Xiaolan is already a mature Xiaolan, and she understands that it is not good to say some nasty things to others.
"Then I...maybe I'm born with it," Xiaolan made a decision, "I'm not very strong either...Oh, I don't even remember what happened when I was a child."
Lao Luo was unwilling to get only this bit of information and was about to ask a question when their cell phones rang suddenly.
Lao Luo and Luo Jiutian looked at their phones, their expressions obviously tense.
"Guys, there are always emergencies. Let's take our leave now."
Lao Luo nodded and said goodbye to them, grabbing his son and preparing to leave.
After walking a few steps, Luo Jiutian seemed to remember something, turned around and ran back, standing in front of Xiaolan.
"Meeting by chance is fate. There are so many people in this world, and we superpowers have to stick together to keep warm, right?" He said, taking out his mobile phone, "The federation is currently expanding its talent pool. Everyone, please add us on WeChat to find out more?"
**
A few days passed in the blink of an eye.
After explaining the last things, several people packed up and prepared to leave Zhangcheng.
When she first saw Xiaolan, Xiaoyin rushed over to hug Xiaolan and cried loudly. As she cried, she couldn't help but beat Xiaolan severely.
Although Xiaolan was wronged, she could only choose to forgive her.
People here are slowly returning to normal life.
They also want to start a new story.
Xiaolan was carrying a backpack and was about to leave the hotel behind everyone when she saw a copy of "The Book of Changes" on the hotel bookshelf.
Panlongchi, hexagram image.
Xiaolan picked up the book that was a little dusty.
"I want this."
Xiaoyin turned to look at the girl behind her.
"Taoist priest, hurry up, Xiaolan wants to read a book, hurry up and buy a book for Xiaolan."
The Taoist priest was waiting at the door, watching from a distance, and said with a smile, "Take it, and go downstairs to pay later."
"Our Xiaolan just loves to study. You see, what the teacher and I said is fine. Our Xiaolan is a good baby who loves to read."
When she got to the car, Xiaolan opened the thin yellowed book.
Search against the hexagrams in your memory.
Go up and down.
Kun goes up and down.
Go up and down.
Kun goes up and down.
This is the hexagram that I drew when facing Meng Fuling.
A little bit of calculation.
Turn to the last few pages.
ah……
So that’s it.
A warm current filled my heart.
Xiaolan sat at the back of the car with a satisfied smile.
Although the hexagram has no offensive power, it is a great fortune-teller.
If everything goes well, a noble person will come.
This is the end of the first half of Dead School. I wanted to take a day off before finishing the second half, but then I thought about how I, a guy who updates one chapter a day, have the right to take a break. I could only get up crying and type, and I will start updating Dead School tomorrow. In the second half, the mystery of the story will be revealed soon. Thank you, Chumi!