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Chapter 1324 Chapter 1318·Devil Line·"Sister Si Que."

"Your Excellency Si Que, please come over here."

At this time, a man wearing a green Chinese-style button-down suit came over, looking upright and kind.

Su Mingan didn’t care about the angry Nora and left directly with the man.

"What's up?"

The man quietly lowered his voice and said, "...your sister is looking for you."

Su Mingan was shocked.

...Si Que has a sister?

After leaving the banquet hall, the shadows of the trees gradually became denser, a puff of water vapor hit our faces, there were many quiet cabins, and a white figure stood quietly among the flowers.

The man had white hair and green eyes, and was wearing a emerald-colored Chinese-style button-up suit. The collar and cuffs were dotted with golden plum blossoms. He had a tall and slender figure, and the joint lines of his fingers were clearly visible.

With just one glance, Su Ming'an felt familiar, and instantly, her heart tightened - is this person Si Que's sister?

It seems like the genders don't match.

The leading man next to him raised his hand and said, "See you, young master."

"Yes." The white-haired young man responded and looked at Su Ming'an:

"...Long time no see, Si Que."

At this moment, Su Mingan's [Heart Blood (Red Level)] was triggered.

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[Heart Blood (Red Level, Evolvable): "The return journey of the fifty fire bearers has finally arrived - Mr. Su Mingan, you are our end and miracle."

Durability: MAX

Physical defense value: 5 points

Mental defense value: 5 points

Type: Ear equipment for special parts.

Passive skill (Utopia): From now on, you can retrieve history through personal experience (methods of retrieving history are not limited to: touching antiques, studying ancient paintings, contacting folk songs of the old era, and paying tribute to the very few whose memories have not been erased). people consult the past, explore ruins, etc.) and store history in your mind. This storage is permanent storage. 】

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This is the first time this equipment has been triggered since entering the eleventh world. Su Mingan understood a little bit about the triggering mechanism - maybe it would only be triggered when a very important person is involved or important history is involved.

At the moment of triggering, he saw the picture.

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This seems to be a scene from many years ago.

Si Que was draped in one side of brown linen, with a white collar exposing less than half of his chest, looking like a minstrel.

When he was passing by the hillside, he saw a man lying on the hillside.

"...Stranger, why are you lying here?" Si Que asked.

The white-haired young man lay in ruins, his hair was messy, scars were everywhere, and he kept coughing up blood. But there was a wilderness-like calmness in his eyes, as if the wind blew and everything in the world changed with it.

"...because I'm going to die." The white-haired young man put his hands on his chest and replied calmly: "I am seriously ill and no one will save me."

He was quite calm, as if he had accepted death.

"How do you know there's no one there?" Si Que knelt down.

"...You want to save me?" The white-haired young man raised his eyes slightly. Could a stranger passing by be so kind?

"I won't save you." Si Que smiled and plucked wild flowers from the surrounding hillsides and placed them on the white-haired young man's chest. This kind of flower is called "bamboo leaf flower", and its petals are shaped like bamboo leaves. It can be seen everywhere in Rawasha. It is the most common and tenacious flower species.

The white-haired young man didn't understand its meaning.

"Your posture is quite standard. As long as you add these flowers, you will be a very beautiful person." Si Que said, "Just keep this posture."

After saying that, he waved his hand and walked down.

"...Wait a minute." The white-haired young man sat up, and the wild flowers fell to the ground. The numbness of death in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly felt unwilling. Si Que's seemingly joking action aroused the desire to survive in his heart for no reason.

If he died in such a posture, his enemies would point at his body like this.

He was unwilling to give in. Waiting for death with peace of mind is a lie, only living is meaningful. Even if it's humiliating, even if it's asking for help...

"...Help me." The white-haired young man stumbled down. Due to his unsteady steps, he bumped Si Que's shoulder, but he still repeated weakly: "...Please help me."

Si Que did not look back: "I am not a good person, nor anyone's savior. Save you, what can you bring to me?"

The white-haired young man thought seriously: "I am the young master of the Qingzhu clan, Lu Shen. I was expelled from the clan. When I return, I will be your helper... No matter who you are, I will follow you."

Si Que shrugged: "I don't like a mere Qingzhu tribe."

"As a member of the Green Bamboo Clan, I will continue to shed my skin. If you save me, you can eat it." Lu Shen judged his own flesh and blood in a transactional way, grinding his dignity into the mud.

Si Que heard this and remained unmoved: "I'm not interested in eating you, but the other way around is fine."

Lu Shen blinked, almost thinking that he heard wrongly.

Si Que dropped the subject: "...Let's do this. You make a 'lifelong follower' contract to me. You have to promise that you will not disobey me, disobey me, hurt me, or betray me."

Lu Shen made the contract as promised, and Si Que fulfilled his promise - Si Que took out a quill pen and wrote a few strokes on Lu Shen, and Lu Shen's disease suddenly recovered.

"...Are you a god?" Lu Shen opened his eyes wide. He felt that only gods could do such a magical thing.

The bard smiled, his golden eyes bright and hot, like a pair of gods' eyes, but without the coldness of the gods, the indifference of the gods, or the indifference of the gods. The smile in his eyes makes people feel...

He is in the human world.

Open your arms, as if embracing the flowers all over the mountains and fields, and the bamboo leaves are fluttering. The bard's eyes were the same color as the sunlight, and he said in an understatement something so wanton and wild that it shocked Lu Shen:

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"——God is nothing but the ink of my pen."

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And the world is in the palm of his hand.

At this moment, Lu Shen seemed to be hit by strong turbulence, and an unprecedented sense of confusion flew in his heart. He was like a beast that had been imprisoned for a long time, and suddenly saw a bird flying high on the cage. A bird, the bird's two little claws landed on the iron railing, and it laughed mockingly to the sky, the laughter was as bright as fire.

——So the world is filled with the poet’s laughter.

"Huh...huh..."

Bamboo leaves, flowers and weeds are flying, and the laughter is like falling flowers all over the ground, falling on the petals a few times, falling on the shoulders a few times, and with the moistness of the spring breeze, it pierces the ears of all things, and cooperates with the sound of the green mountains of the earth. The larynx resonates with the chest.

free.

The purple-haired poet is so free.

It seems that everything in the world is in the wind, and he is the wind.

"...It seems that I should follow him." Lu Shen had this idea.

Like an unobservable echo from a distant destiny.

At this moment, there was suddenly hope for the future.

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Su Ming'an touched the shell of his ear, but he didn't expect that heart blood could be so useful. As soon as they met, he saw the acquaintance between Si Que and Lu Shen.

Lu Shen is the young master of the Qingzhu tribe in the second era. In this way, in the fourth era, the wandering young master of the Qingzhu tribe, Xiao Lu, whom Lu Shu met, should be a direct descendant of Lu Shen.

Coupled with the 2021 version of Supervisor Lu Shu, there are four Lu under the same roof.

Su Mingan remembered that in the fourth era, Lu Shen once pretended to be dead on the world chessboard, tried to get close to him, and wrote the words "Death of a Butterfly" very coquettishly. As a result, at the beginning of the Second Era, Lu Shen's temperament was actually so pure.

Time is not forgiving. It turns a taciturn and innocent young man into a slut who pretends to be dead.

"Grandma, are you there?" Lu Shen walked to the wooden house and knocked on the door.

With a squeak, an old woman on crutches walked out shakily: "You are here again."

Lu Shen responded.

This is his grandma, the only relative who loves him.

"Sorry to trouble you, Si Que." Lu Shen looked at Su Ming'an.

...Excuse me? What am I going to do?

Su Mingan's expression flashed.

"Cough...cough..." The white-haired old lady shook her head: "There's no need for this time. Mr. Si Que has so many things to do, why bother focusing on me. Even if the virus is wiped off again and again, my body It still doesn’t work.”

Su Ming'an understood - it turned out that Si Que was helping Lu Shen's grandmother get rid of the virus and extend her life.

"Let me try." Su Ming'an took out Sique's purple-gold quill and pointed the tip at the old lady.

In an instant, several lines of text appeared:

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[Name: Lu Wenmo]

【Age: 87】

[Identity: Elder of the Qingzhu Clan (now separated from the clan), Grandma Lu Shen]

[Character: Gentle and kind]

[Experience: When he was young, he was a famous war god of the Qingzhu tribe. He retreated into seclusion to find a way to cure Lu Shen's disease. However, an old injury broke out and he fell into an illness. His time was short. 】

[Estimated remaining life: 1 day]

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...Only one day left?

Su Mingan picked up the quill pen and crossed out the four words "suffering from illness". Just by crossing out four words, he felt his energy draining away.

This is the true meaning of "life in one stroke, death in one stroke".

This is different from the situation when rewriting Siyi in Bai Ri Fucheng. Siyi was written by Si Que, so it was easy to rewrite. But Lu Wenmo is a native of Luowasha and does not belong to Sique's pen.

"Shua——"

The old lady in front of her suddenly became radiant with just one stroke. Even though he is still old, he is still old enough to live for a while longer.

"Thank you..." Lu Wenmo looked ashamed. She was so dazzling when she was young, but now she has to trouble others to help her survive. In fact, she was willing to die, but she couldn't bear it when she saw her grandson Lu Shen's happy expression.

If she dies, Lu Shen will be alone in this world, and no one will be able to help him put on clothes.

"...No matter how many times I see this scene, I will always be impressed by the magic of the power of creation." Lu Chenghe, the guide, praised: "As the first person with the power of creation, you are the one who spreads the influence of this power. It’s only after visiting Lovasha that everyone has the opportunity to pick up a pen.”

Initially, when the power of creation first appeared, it was extremely rejected by people and was considered a "demonic power" that would destroy the rigorous and orderly building of modern science.

The stubborn conservative class is even more frightened, fearing that this power will break the deep-rooted aristocratic class.

Later, it was Si Que who stood on the high platform of Luo Vasha with the power of creation despite the layers of scientific blockade, encouraging everyone to create their own stories and strive for a different life - from then on From now on, people are no longer a tiny speck of dust under the gears of society, nor are they "cannon fodder" and "supporting actors" at the feet of Tianhuang nobles, but people who can rewrite their own stories. Even if you come from a poor background, as long as you have enough aura, you can change your destiny.

Therefore, Sique is so revered by people.

A magpie, which in the past could only be reduced to food, now stands at the highest point of Rawasha.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the "Asa Akto" of Luowasha, who changed the situation of Luowasha. Although many people still have mixed opinions about him and think that he destroyed science, there are not many.

It can be imagined that it was a very heroic period.

At this time, Su Mingan lowered his eyes and suddenly found that although the old lady's health had improved a lot, the [estimated remaining life span] displayed was still only one day.

"——Brother!"

At this time, the wooden house opened, and a white figure rushed over and crashed into Su Mingan's arms. Su Mingan immediately stepped back half a step, and the girl fell to the ground with a "smack".

The white hair flowed, and the girl lay on the ground in a pancake shape.

...Is this Si Que's sister?

Su Mingan stared at the girl's face and found out with horror——Isn't this Xili?

"Xili?" Su Mingan asked tentatively.

"Huh? Brother, why did you suddenly call my name?" Xili climbed up and rubbed his waist.

There was a purple-gold hexagram mark on her forehead——this is the mark of the Lin tribe.

Su Mingan remembered that Xili was a member of the previous generation of the Lin tribe, which means that in the second era, Xili was a member of the current Lin tribe, and Si Que was her brother.

The Lin tribe is a three-born family. Si Que is the elder brother, Xili is the younger sister, and there should be a youngest one - the newborn Lin tribe kidnapped by the black-robed man, the youngest brother.

"... When will you take me out to play?" Xili whispered.

Her eyes were wet, like a pale puppy. On the surface, she looked very calm, as if it didn't matter if she was rejected, but the expectation in her eyes was impossible to ignore.

"Some other day." Su Mingan said.

"Oh." Xili's eyes were still bright: "When is the other day?"

Su Mingan coughed dryly.

Xili in the second era was so clingy, and in the fourth era, she became a silent and transparent little girl. I don't know what she went through.

"Where are you going to take me to play?" Xili asked relentlessly.

"It's all right." Su Mingan said.

Xili's hand swept Su Ming'an's shoulder, and a few wild flowers fell to the ground. She thought for a moment: "The tasang flowers in the Greer Plain are blooming very well recently. Can you take me to see them?"

"Okay...wait." Su Ming'an smelled the scent of the Möbius strip. This little trap was no longer difficult for him. He decisively refused: "No."

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise it would be reflected in the Fourth Era, and Xili's words "You promised to take me to see the sea of ​​flowers" would be connected. He couldn't dig a hole for himself.

Little Ouroboros, ridiculous.