He Came From The Forbidden Land, Waving His Sleeves To Write About Immortality

Snapped!

The door opened.

But Old Dengtou didn't dare to enter the house at all.

Because his good granddaughter was staring at him with anger on her face. Judging from the constantly rising and falling mountains, she was quite angry.

To the point of burning his script.

Sure enough, Deng Yuejiao gritted her silver teeth and said angrily: "You've been thinking about the storybook you wrote all day long, right? If you keep talking nonsense, I will burn all your storybook!"

Old Deng rubbed the back of his head angrily and whispered: "The appearance of this boy gave me inspiration, but both paper and pen..."

As he spoke, he looked past his granddaughter toward the table in the room.

Deng Yuejiao quickly walked to the table, grabbed the pen and paper, and threw it directly into Lao Dengtou's arms.

"Write your story, don't come and cause trouble, and don't go to the teahouse to lie to children!"

"Okay, okay!"

Old Dengtou, who got the pen and paper, smiled happily and responded repeatedly.

He turned around, spread the paper on the wooden table in the courtyard, and continued writing furiously.

While Deng Yuejiao scolded his grandfather, Lu Yuan once again followed his instinct and immersed his mind into his body.

A crystal clear flower floats in my heart, spinning slowly.

An extremely smooth round mirror is placed under the flowers, reflecting the clear shadow of the flowers.

They don't seem to have any effect.

Just when Lu Yuan was about to take back his mind, he seemed to catch a glimpse of brilliance in the mirror.

He was a little confused and stared at the mirror for a long time, but he never saw anything unusual.

"Hey! Why are you in a daze again?"

Deng Yuejiao stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Lu Yuan's eyes.

Lu Yuan withdrew his attention from the mirror and looked at Deng Yuejiao with dull eyes.

Seeing his stupid look, Deng Yuejiao said helplessly: "According to what you said, you should have been a practitioner before you lost your memory."

"A practitioner..." Lu Yuan looked confused and said, "What is a practitioner?"

"Well... they are people who live longer than us mortals and can do many things that us mortals cannot do."

It is very troublesome to explain a practitioner to someone who knows nothing, because the person in front of you may not even know what a mortal means.

Sure enough, Lu Yuan said blankly: "What is a mortal?"

This kind of simple stupidity gave Deng Yuejiao a headache.

She asked with some confusion: "You know nothing, how do you know what the heart is? And how do you know that the two things in the heart are flowers and mirrors?"

Lu Yuan looked dull and said: "Because one of them is a flower and the other is a mirror."

This answer made Deng Yuejiao feel dizzy.

"Forget it, forget it. Apart from being able to talk, you are not much better than a newborn child. How about I teach you how to read first?"

"What is reading?"

"..."

Deng Yuejiao instantly realized her mistake. Why should she seek advice from someone who knew nothing?

She directly brought a book, opened it in front of Lu Yuan, and asked, "Do you recognize the words above?"

Lu Yuan glanced at it with a confused look on his face and asked, "What is a word?"

Deng Yuejiao almost lost her breath.

But she still patiently explained: "It's just these crooked things above, don't you recognize them?"

Lu Yuan carefully looked at the book handed over by the other party, and said even more confused: "Is there anything curved in it?"

"Huh?" Deng Yuejiao realized something was wrong.

She spread out the book in her hand completely, pointed to the zigzags in the book with one hand, and pointed to the blank space in the book with the other, and asked again: "Are these two places the same?"

Lu Yuan looked at it carefully for a while, then nodded affirmatively and said: "The same."

"Hiss~"

Deng Yuejiao took a breath, one had words and the other didn't. How could it be the same?

Can't see the words?

She thought hard and couldn't figure out what was wrong with the man she picked up.

Is there still something wrong with not being able to read in this world?

Is it just pretending?

With this idea in mind, Deng Yuejiao brought some more books and tested them in different ways.

But Lu Yuan never revealed any clues.

It's like the books in his eyes are really just blank sheets of paper.

Not giving up, she rushed directly to the courtyard and snatched the storybook that her grandfather was writing.

"Hey! My dear granddaughter, what are you doing? Are you going to burn it for me? Don't burn it! I even wrote that the protagonist transcends the way of heaven and can freely enter and exit the real world outside of heaven."

Old Dengtou followed his granddaughter with an anxious face, completely unaware of what she was planning to do.

Deng Yuejiao ignored her grandfather. She spread the storybook in front of Lu Yuan and asked, "Where are these? Are they the same as what I showed you before?"

Lu Yuan looked at it carefully for a while, but still said blankly: "Is there anything different?"

Deng Yuejiao took out another piece of white paper with no words on it, put it together with the storybook full of words, and asked again: "What about these two? Is there any difference?"

Unexpectedly, this time Lu Yuan blurted out: "There is a difference."

The truth is finally revealed!

Deng Yuejiao was happy and said quickly: "What's the difference?"

Lu Yuan pointed at the white paper and said, "This one is bigger."

The joy on Deng Yuejiao's face froze.

Old Dengtou on the side saw this scene in his eyes, and his eyes flashed with a strange light.

He slapped his head sharply.

"Oops! Why didn't I think of that?! If you want to create a law that is not within the Dao of Heaven, naturally you cannot be bound by everything within the Dao of Heaven. You should focus on yourself! Change it!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to take back his storybook from his granddaughter's hand.

But Deng Yuejiao glared at him fiercely.

"His illness is so strange. You don't help find a solution. Are you still thinking about your crappy storybooks? I will burn them now!"

As she spoke, Deng Yuejiao threw the script directly into the still-stoking stove.

"Oh my dear grandson!!! Why did you really burn it! I worked so hard to write the storybook!"

Ignoring the flames burning in the stove, Lao Dengtou reached out and took out the script, threw it on the ground and quickly stamped out the flames.

But a small part was still burned.

Old Dengtou picked up the storybook and looked left and right with a sad look on his face.

Lu Yuan's dull eyes were always staring at the storybook in Old Deng's hand, and he asked with a puzzled expression: "Why are some of them suddenly missing?"

This sentence made both the grandfather and grandson quiet down. After looking at each other, they both seemed to have thought of something.

Deng Yuejiao found a wooden stick from nowhere and placed it in front of Lu Yuan for him to look at carefully.

Then he put the stick into the stove and lit its head.

She handed the flaming stick to Lu Yuan again and asked, "Is it any different from before?"

Lu Yuan shook his head dully.

While shaking, he noticed something was wrong again, and said blankly: "Why did this stick suddenly become shorter?"

The grandfather and grandson looked down at the scattered wood ash, then looked at each other, and both confirmed one thing.

The man who picked it up not only couldn't see the words, he couldn't even see the burning flames!

No, maybe more than that!

There may be more that he can't even see!

It’s really hard to imagine what the world in his eyes would look like...

Deng Yuejiao's eyes were filled with shock, disbelief, and pity.

But Old Deng's eyes were filled with enlightenment, excitement, and ecstasy.

"Yes! That's so right! You know it but don't know why, and then rekindle this flame in a way different from what the world sees. This flame is still a flame, but it is no longer within the law of heaven! Rewrite! Overthrow and rewrite!"