The green cover in the yard gradually faded, and after a while, everything returned to normal. It was still the same room, with simple furnishings, wooden tables, soft cushions, and the rising fragrance of wood. Nothing seemed to have changed.
The only difference is that the man in white who was originally sitting in the wheelchair with his back turned sat on the soft cushion. He casually raised one foot and rested his elbow on his knee. His face was indescribably relaxed and a little more relaxed. It has a mundane meaning, but lacks the ethereal and ethereal feeling of facing away from 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, and Wei Shengyan walked in and sat opposite him without any hesitation, "I sent you people here with good intentions, and you just let them go?"
The ring finger in his hand was grinding and turning, and Wei Sheng Yan said with a hint of regret, "You must be too sorry for the five hundred years of imprisonment that your ancestors of the Li family suffered."
Linglong glanced at Wei Sheng Inkstone, her eyes resting on the ring in the other person's hand, a trace of nostalgia flashed across her face, and then she gently shook her head, "The affairs of the ancestors are the affairs of the ancestors. I am not a direct bloodline of the Li family, so what are you doing?" I want to bear the consequences on their behalf."
Confined here for five hundred years, Li's range of activities was very limited. If he went too far, his life would be consumed. He wisely chose to use the secret method of the past to inherit the blood of the gods.
When Li Meng arrived, he was no longer a direct blood relative of the previous generation Li family, and he was also called master. In the end, the inheritance of Nianguang Pavilion became an inheritance controlled only by the illusion of Li family's blood.
After receiving this inheritance, you have to accept this imprisonment and help the Li family and Shenzong to find that person.
"You seem a little disappointed, why? It's not enough to kill the master, but you also want to kill the king and the god?" Li Meng finally glanced at the ring in Wei Sheng Yan's hand and said with contempt and ridicule.
"His death was just his own fault. He plotted against you to inherit this bloodline, and also wanted to plot against me, but he didn't expect that I had made some preparations." Wei Shengyan took off the ring in his hand, put it on the table, and shook his head. , "That's all, the master is dead anyway, so I won't explain anything. Now that you are the heir of the Li family, this thing should be returned to its original owner."
"You've already taken everything inside, so what's the use of sending back a broken ring? Is it possible that one day I can't make ends meet and have to sell this antique thing for money?"
"Whether you sell it for money or keep it as a family heirloom, the choice is yours. You can decide for yourself. I'm just returning the property to its original owner."
Li Meng glanced at him in surprise, pondered for a moment, then reached out and put the ring in his arms. In any case, thanks to the kindness of the Li family, his surname is also Li now, so leaving a legacy as a souvenir is not a big deal.
"Giving people and things, are you coming back to admit your mistake?" A flash of white appeared in Li Meng's hand, blooming slightly, as if he might break away at any time, "Aren't you afraid that I will leave you here?"
Wei Shengyan looked at the dazzling white in his hand, smiled strangely, and sneered, "Do you know how the master died in the first place?"
"...How did you die?"
"I never did anything from the beginning to the end. He killed himself."
"You..." Li Meng frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he thought of a possibility. The Xuanbai in his hand disappeared, "Have you implanted a device in your brain?"
Li's illusions naturally have weaknesses. The simplest one is that they cannot be used by people who are mentally stronger than themselves, as it will directly backfire.
The second type... is to implant a device in your own mind that specifically resists illusions. No matter how exquisite the illusions are or if you practice them to the extreme, they cannot be effective on dead objects. A stone is still a stone, and a soil bag is still a soil bag. It cannot be made out of thin air.
When a stone gives birth to a son.
If a corresponding device to suppress illusions is implanted in the mind, an ordinary person can resist Li's illusions, but the risk will be very high. After all, implanting a device into a person's brain is not something that ordinary people can do.
If you are not careful, you may die first instead of tricking others.
"Master wants to see my memory, so I naturally have to make some preparations to change the past in my mind." Wei Shengyan said with a smile, which was a disguised admission of his guess.
The muscles on Li Meng's face twitched, and he had no intention of scaring Wei Shengyan again. No wonder Wei Shengyan, an ordinary person, dared to come in front of him and show off his power, but the most powerful method inherited from the Li family was restrained by the opponent.
Illusion spells are no longer effective. If you really want to kill Wei Shengyan, you can only kill him with real swords and guns. But with his delicate body that has not been out of the house in these decades, I am afraid that he may not be able to beat Wei Shengyan in a physical fight.
And this is an old yinbi, who knows if he has any other back-ups.
It seems that I really can only use the wrench to burn incense for Master.
After suppressing her thoughts, Li Meng acted more casually. She looked up at the ceiling and asked, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
"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 Yinxiao of the Yin family to rise to power and restore the glory of the bloodline of the ancient gods?"
The more Li Meng thought about it, the more interesting it became: "Don't tell me, if you really want to do this, it's not impossible. If Suchuan collapses, then the God Lord is fake, and your Majesty may pass away in the wind at any time.
You Wei Shengyan holds most of Suchuan's wealth, and if you add the name of the Yin family and I am willing to help, it seems very possible to create another ancient myth."
Wei Sheng Yan chuckled, looked at Li Meng, shook his head and said, "Do you think that I, Wei Sheng Yan, am just so blind to interests and do whatever it takes to win people?"
Li Meng looked at him and said, "Do you know better than me? I rarely go out and I haven't seen you for a long time."
There was no hatred or pain in the ethereal and clear eyes across from him, only helplessness and a sense of loss after being gradually immersed in the world.
It seems that through the child's hole, you can still see the thin figure picked up from the snow by the old figure...
Silence fell in the room. Wei Shengyan's eyes looked at each other without blinking. After a while, he calmed down slightly. He stood up with his hands on the wooden table. Then he took out a red notebook from his sleeve and put it down gently.
on the table.
"I have almost no friends. You...can be regarded as my childhood friend. I'm very happy to see you out of trouble."
"I really like Yinzhuang, and there is no idea of using the Yinshi in it. Believe it or not, but I still want to say that if you have time, you can come and have a wedding drink."
Pushing the invitation forward, Wei Sheng Yan turned around and left without waiting for Li Meng's reply.
Li Meng watched his back disappear into Nianguang Pavilion, then reached out to open the invitation and looked directly to the end:
"Nianguang Pavilion disciple Wei Shengyan..."
With the invitation 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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Microbiologist.
That Weishengyan building was specially selected for the temporary residence of the Divine Lord and Your Majesty.
The sun is shining brightly and the breeze is gentle.
Inside the yard.
A chair and a table are placed on it to record the freshly prepared meals.
Linglong lay gently on the chair, holding a volume of ancient books in her left hand. When she saw something aroused, she would lightly raise her hand, fill herself up with a glass of wine, pick it up and push it into her mouth.
Then he read the book with great interest.
It's not that she likes reading so much. In the past days, except for a certain three years since she left, she, like all ordinary people, is not that studious.
Most of the time, he was in trouble. Although his talent was good, his performance score could only be considered average.
But when I met someone later, the first impression she gave him was that of a beautiful, smart, hard-working and positive college student.
After getting together, under the other person's tireless care, and under the care of others when eating, drinking, and having fun, Linglong thought to herself that she seemed to have to find something to do for herself, and she couldn't give up her good image in someone's heart.
broken.
So, reading, a good habit that was loved and praised by most people, was picked up by her again, although she really rarely read books on professional knowledge.
Turning the page again, she reached out out of habit, only to find that the snacks on the plate had already been swept away, and not even a drop of the improved, less strong wine could be poured out. The girl licked the corner of her mouth, as if she still had something to say, so she looked towards
shouted into the room:
"Mr. Lu~"
"Classmate Lu~"
"Enter Mr. Lu!"
"Big illness in Lu?!
"
The sound became louder and louder, but there was still no response from the room. Linglong secretly thought strangely, put down the book in her hand, and walked towards the inside.
There was a picture scroll spread on the long wooden table. The young man pressed one hand on the end of the scroll to straighten the whole picture, and with the other hand he used a paintbrush to draw wonderful strokes on it.
He was painting, looking at the scroll with extremely serious eyes. Occasionally, he showed a trace of confusion. He was deaf to the surroundings and seemed to be trapped in his own world.
Linglong watched quietly, and soon a lifelike woman appeared on the scroll. In the painting, the girl pouted and hummed, looking up at the sky, and there was a hint of cute flesh on her face.
"Am I that fat?" Linglong frowned slightly and asked with a hum, her expression almost the same as in the painting.
Lu Ming came back to his senses, reached out and pinched her chin, moved his head closer, and said with a smile: "You are good at discovering your own beauty. You are obviously cute, what a beautiful chin."
"Huh? What do you mean, I don't look good in other places?"
"..." Lu Ming caressed his forehead, and his head went straight up. It was impossible to argue, and reasoning would never work. He sighed, and then said very seriously: "My wife is perfect in every aspect.
!”
"That's pretty much it." A smile appeared on Linglong's face. She looked at the still-dry painting and looked at it again. "You've been busy all morning and painted this."
Lu Ming nodded slightly, "I felt something in my heart, so I drew it."
"You feel something in your heart? You can't draw me, right?" Linglong frowned.
"Hey, hey, if you're jealous, you're jealous. Why are you arguing with your own painting? Who else could this be besides you?"
"Also... Shenzong." Linglong stopped talking.
Lu Ming looked at her and couldn't help but smile. He stretched out his arms to hold Linglong in his arms, "I know you, I know you, and I draw you as well. I know exactly what I do."
"No matter what happened in the past, or what the meaning of the painting Shenzong left behind, it has nothing to do with me. I only know that it is you who is in my arms, and it is you who is in my painting."
"There aren't that many reasons, there aren't that many reasons, it's just that simple."
Lu Ming tilted his head, looked into Linglong's eyes, and moved his nose.
Linglong chuckled, glared back with her nose, hesitated for a moment and then said: "Nianguang Pavilion...can you not go?"
"Okay." Lu Ming nodded directly, 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 can't remember anything I experienced in it." Lu Ming narrated softly, and said indifferently: "Maybe
That memory has been covered up, maybe I have lost my memory, but I don’t want to look for it anymore.”
"Because the most precious thing to me is not those Shenzong past events, but you, Linglong."
"Since you don't want to go to Nianguang Pavilion, then we won't go and just live our lives well."
Linglong opened her mouth, and her voice became softer and gentler, "Do you believe me?"
Lu Ming looked at the girl in surprise, as if he was surprised by her question, and directly reached out to pick Linglong up and walked out of the house, "Xin, if I don't even believe in my own wife, who else can.
I'm telling the truth! Don't be suspicious all day long~"
Lu Ming hugged Linglong and sat on the chair. He stretched out his hands 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, he shook his head involuntarily.
At that moment, I was ready to get up and go back to the house to get it.
Linglong pulled the clothes around his collar and threw herself into his arms, her nose fluttering as she tried hard to breathe in his scent.
Lu Ming noticed something was wrong with the girl, so he tightened his hands tightly and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? What happened?"
Smelling the familiar scent, she squinted her eyes and arched her arms in his arms. She gently raised her head and said, "Lu Ming, I miss home. I miss it so much."
"Okay." Lu Ming smiled slightly and felt relieved. He thought something was wrong with the girl. It turned out that she was homesick. He immediately said, "We'll go back soon. I'll go talk to Wei Shengyan later."
He said, arrange for the fishing boat to set off tomorrow to make fire."
She knew him, he never did anything he told her to do, and he would only pamper her.
Since he has said it, he will definitely do it. Sometimes he will want to give a surprise, but he often can't help but reveal it in advance.
Linglong looked at him, a sourness suddenly appeared in her nose, and she pressed it down hard. With her head in his arms, she could only silently echo in her heart: "I'm not talking about Weaving Fire."