Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 142 The Price of Forgetting

The little devil's eyes were the reflections of the bronze shards.

"Is he dead?"

"No."

Lu Mingfei's tone was light but firm.

"I and him have two sides. Since I am fine, Yama will not perish."

"At most, just sleep."

He thought about it.

"You can understand that Yan Luo has degenerated into the form of a seed, and needs nutrients to restore it to its original state."

"Seeds?"

asked the little devil.

"Be specific."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"I can't use Wangwangtian and Waigang's spiritual realm anymore."

"The me now is just an ordinary body-refining martial artist, without the enhancement of the bronze mask."

"Oh, that's not right either."

he added.

"From now on, I will spend half of my spiritual cultivation practice to nourish Yan Luo."

"In addition, since Yan Luo still exists as the personality I cut out, it means that I will never despair."

"Never despair?"

The little devil asked curiously.

"Yes."

Lu Mingfei sighed.

Gently stroked the shards of bronze.

"Because of him."

The little devil peeled the apple, cut it into pieces, and put it on a plate for Lu Mingfei.

"Thank you."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"You're welcome."

The little devil narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Speaking of which, brother, the method of cultivating the spirit you mentioned earlier is to restore the nutrients of Yan Luo?"

"Only part of it."

Lu Mingfei stuck a piece of apple with a toothpick, put it in front of his eyes, and turned it back and forth.

"The cultivation method can help Yan Luo recover, but it's not enough. The key is his carrier, that is, these fragments."

He frowned slightly in distress.

"Without a carrier, Yama's Waigang cultivation base is just a flower in a mirror, a moon in water, a rootless duckweed."

"Unless he returns to me."

Having said this, Lu Mingfei smiled and shook his head.

"how can that be possible?"

"Let's find a way to recast the mask."

"For recasting, what material is needed, special bronze?"

"not that simple."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Finally sighed.

"I don't even know if I can find the materials."

"Let's take a step and watch one."

The little devil gives advice.

"Brother, don't forget that you still have the authority of bronze and fire."

"For recasting, bronze and fire should be the right fields."

"I tried."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Tried it last night."

"It's useless."

"At least, it won't work with my current temporary authority."

"That's it."

The little devil was lost in thought.

What Lu Mingfei didn't say was that the bronze mask was cast by the little emperor after melting the top ten magic soldiers from Kyushu.

As the master said, Lu Ming's physique is not special, but extremely special, which is different from most warriors in Kyushu.

Naturally, the Yan Luo personality that was born after he became obsessed is not easy.

If it weren't for the fact that the top ten magic weapons have been scoured and honed by the martial arts will of the strong all the year round, the materials have been transformed, and they have become a bit extraordinary.

Even the bronze mask cannot be the carrier of Yama.

But there's always something wrong with that.

No matter how strong Yan Luo is, he is still nothing more than an outsider.

Why do you have to melt the top ten magic soldiers.

You must know that these weapons, counting their past owners, have almost included all the famous and fortunate strongmen in the history of Kyushu. To put it bluntly, it can be regarded as a step-by-step condensed history of Kyushu martial arts.

Lu Mingfei also asked the little emperor curiously why he was so generous.

The little emperor also hesitated and hesitated to speak.

Later, when he was drunk, the little emperor whispered in his ear in a daze.

"When I woke up one day, I saw these ten magic weapons and the God-slaying method at the bedside."

"As for who kept it, I don't know."

Thinking about it now, Lu Mingfei always felt that something was wrong.

Yan Luo's hopeless sky is too strong.

And that special God-slaying method, as if tailor-made for him.

Who is it?
Of course, there's the weirdest bit.

Why can the bronze mask return to the Dragon Clan from Kyushu with him?

In terms of cultivation, he was also a half-step martial saint at the time, but after returning to the Dragon Clan, years of hard work disappeared, and he still had to start from the body training pile.

Yan Luo is different. In Kyushu, he is already at the peak of Waigang, and the Huilong tribe is also at the peak of Waigang. It seems that crossing the two worlds has no effect on it, which is really strange.

No, it does.

Lu Mingfei was startled.

With the foundation of the top ten magic soldiers melted by the bronze mask in Kyushu, it is impossible to use it several times and it will be fragmented.

Even if it was to bear the price for Lu Mingfei, it would not be so easy.

That is a magic weapon.

Unless, in the process of returning to the Dragon Clan, the bronze mask has been severely damaged.

Probably.

Lu Mingfei suddenly thought.

If, back then, he casually found a tool to kill God and carry Yama.

Instead of specifically melting the top ten magic soldiers.

Can the final mask return to the world of dragons safe and sound?
It should be known that when he returned from Kyushu, except for the bronze mask, everything else, even this body, was the same as before the crossing.

It's like restoring the factory settings of the phone.

In terms of cultivation, he is no less than Yan Luo.

After thinking about it, its uniqueness may only be the foundation of the fusion of the top ten magic soldiers.

"Thinking about recasting the mask?"

asked the little devil.

Lu Mingfei came back to his senses.

"Well, it's a headache."

"Brother may not know, there are many magical weapons in the world."

said the little devil.

"For example, the seven deadly sins."

"what is this?"

"Seven knives used to slaughter the Dragon King."

"Forged by Norton of Bronze and Fire, to kill the remaining seven dragon kings, each dragon king has a corresponding knife, and the fate of all is written."

Speaking of this, he smiled softly again.

"But that was before. With my brother here, fate and everything can go to hell."

Lu Mingfei also smiled brightly.

"That's right!"

He patted his chest, proudly.

"With me here, I don't care what your fate is, I will kill you all."

"It looks like, brother, your body has almost recovered."

"It was almost last night."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Didn't Chu Zihang go to the hospital just now?"

When he said this, he was still a little puzzled, did he know this Shilan school grass-roots person very well, why did the other party seem to know him so well?

I didn't think much about it, maybe it happened two years ago, I can't remember clearly, it's normal.

"By the way, I wanted to ask you before."

Lu Mingfei said to the little devil.

"What about her?"

"Before I lost consciousness, I remembered that the words spirit seemed to be working."

"Is she all right?"

The little devil lowered his eyes.

"Oh, brother, do you mean Xiang Ya?"

"Xiang Ya?"

Lu Mingfei thought for a while, and suddenly realized.

"So her name is Xiang Ya."

As he spoke, he rubbed his eyebrows in confusion.

"What's going on, my head is so swollen, I always feel like I've forgotten something?"

"It's the price."

"cost?"

"Ah."

The little devil nodded.

"Use the price of not dying."

"Brother, after all, you are the Yan Ling activated by Yan Luo's power."

"There will be some unknown costs, and it's normal."

Lu Mingfei half understood what he heard.

He frowned.

Always feel that there are some very important things to remember.

But there is always a layer of separation, hazy and indistinct.

This made him a little irritable.

"What's the price?"

he asked the little devil.

"Normally speaking, the word spirit of "Don't Die" consumes stamina or lifespan to recover from injuries."

The little devil paused.

He looked at Lu Mingfei again with a strange look.

"But brother you this time."

"The price paid seems to be, memory."

Lu Mingfei frowned deeply.

"In other words, I forgot something."

So is this the source of the strange feeling in his heart?

"Not."

The little devil shook his head lightly.

"The one who forgets the memory is not you."

Just when Lu Mingfei was about to ask "Who is it?"

Lu Mingze got up.

He wiped the fruit knife slowly and put it away.

"I'm leaving, brother."

He nodded to Lu Mingfei.

He stepped back into the wall and disappeared.

like a dream.

At the same time, as the little devil left, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Chu Zihang opened the door to enter the room, turned around, and blocked Han Ye and his senior brother from the door.

"Hey! Junior brother! Junior brother! We are in a group, let's act together!"

"Brother Lu, it's me! It's me, Han Ye! Let this iceberg let me in!"

Chu Zihang clicked the lock.

Lu Mingfei looked at the deformed faces of the two chapters stuck to the glass on the door of the ward.

Then he looked at Chu Zihang who had a cold face and said nothing.

"Wow!"

Chu Zihang drew the curtains to cover the faces of Han and Ye.

"Crench!"

He moved a chair and sat solemnly beside Lu Mingfei's bed.

"Clap!"

This is Lu Mingfei's mental dubbing for Chu Zihang's action of throwing the knife.

Wait, knife!

Lu Mingfei stared at the samurai sword on Chu Zihang's lap.

Has he returned to Kyushu?
Didn't it mean peaceful development in the 21st century!
Why are there still people carrying a knife around the market these days!
"Murasame."

Chu Zihang said.

"My father's knife."

Lu Mingfei groaned and laughed.

"Nice knife."

"Thank you."

A long silence followed.

Lu Mingfei actually had some guesses about Chu Zihang's intentions.

Since this boy also went to Kassel, he must also be of mixed race.

He made such a big commotion, even though the little devil helped to cover it up, but with the energy shown by Cassel, it was reasonable to send someone over to inquire about the clues.

Not to mention the rest, just an artificial intelligence Norma, which is a product far beyond this era.

It's just that Lu Mingfei didn't expect that the person coming would be Chu Zihang, he thought it would be someone from the executive department.

The last time I heard the name of the Executive Department was when I went to the airport with Han Ye to pick up Old Tang. The leader of the ground staff was from the Executive Department.

This incident left a deep impression on Lu Mingfei.

But wait, wait, wait, wait, Chu Zihang neither took out the recorder and said "Let's start", nor pulled out Cun Yu to say "Leniency for confession, strictness for resistance". Instead, he picked up the apple from the bedside table , the other hand began to peel the skin with a flash of cold light.

Lu Mingfei couldn't figure out why this person came here for a moment.

"that."

He said.

"Aren't you going to ask me something?"

Chu Zihang's gaze was fixed on the apple, and he concentrated on peeling it.

"You eat some fruit."

he said calmly.

"It's good for the body."

"oh oh."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

But why does he always feel that the other party's two sentences are strange?
Inexplicably, there is a feeling of a Shanghai aunt telling you to remember to wear long johns when it is cold while saying "knowing how to cut".

"do not worry."

Chu Zihang lowered his eyes, and his hands were surprisingly steady.

"I've written the action report, and Qianmian died in the fire, which has nothing to do with you."

Only then did he raise his eyes to look at Lu Mingfei.

"Do you mind?"

"what?"

"I concealed that you killed Qianmian."

Chu Zihang added.

"The man in the church."

Lu Mingfei said oh, and waved his hand indifferently.

"Small things, small things, I want to be famous for this."

Chu Zihang nodded.

Then there was another damn silence.

All that remains is the rustle of apples being peeled.

Lu Mingfei hesitated to speak, he thought to himself, Handsome Chu, you lock the door and release the knife. With such a big posture, your feelings are like peeling an apple for me!
"Are you thinking about the action report?"

Chu Zihang said.

"Don't worry, I write often, it's safe."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a while before he understood the meaning of these words.

It seems that Chu Zihang thought that he was worried about what happened in the church being made public, and he seemed to be trying his best to hide it for me.

"Do you write often?"

He asked Chu Zihang.

"Ah."

Chu Zihang said.

"Like you, I have some things that need to be kept secret."

"That's it."

Lu Mingfei suddenly thought.

It seems that Chu Zihang is also a person with a story.

Putting away the fruit knife, Chu Zihang quietly watched Lu Mingfei eat two pieces of apples, and then took out a file bag from his arms.

Is it finally coming!

Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, I still have to ask some questions.

he thinks.

Chu Zihang took out a stack of papers.

Lu Mingfei made a draft in his mind.

Ask him how he killed Qianmian.

Let's talk about the peerless martial arts learned from a reclusive old man.

While compiling the name taboo of an expert in the world, Lu Mingfei glanced at the information and was instantly stunned.

Introduced by Chu Zihang.

"He was a victim who died in the incident with a thousand faces."

"We found his hometown, but his parents insisted that their son was still studying abroad and learning painting. Even if we showed his photo, they refused to admit it."

"why?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"It seems that he killed someone."

"It's been rumored in the small town where he came from."

"So you don't recognize this son?"

Chu Zihang nodded slightly.

Lu Mingfei looked at him.

"Then show me what to do with these?"

"No one has collected his relics, and no one has attended the funeral. Do you know him? We found his interesting record of looking for you on Ziyang Street..."

"understood."

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes.

"It's for me to help deal with his afterlife."

"Ah."

"Where's Xiang Ya?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"His girlfriend."

Chu Zihang looked at him with a strange look.

Not long ago, the little devil also showed a similar look.

"what happened?"

Lu Mingfei was inexplicably flustered.

Just listen to what Chu Zihang said.

"She forgot."

Lu Mingfei froze for 3 minutes.

Not a word.

"She... forgot?"

The teenager murmured and repeated.

He picked up the documents.

Above is a boy who is as handsome as a poet.

Smiling gently.

Scenes of pictures flashed through my mind quickly.

"This is... a postcard!"

"Where's your signature?"

"I think it's not as good as Lu Xun's."

"Look into the distance."

"I want to sketch in the square in front of the church."

"Going abroad."

"Understood, I will eat on time."

"Yeah, and writing letters to Xiaoya, making phone calls, and swearing!"

Then there was that late night, hiding behind the curtains and looking out.

The boy was standing downstairs from her.

Saying goodnight at dawn.

Lu Mingfei finally understood what the price the little devil said was.

The person who forgets is not yourself.

It's Xiang Ya.

It's a webmaster girl.

And those memories, bits and pieces of all the girls and boys.

Appeared in Lu Mingfei's mind.

The boy lowered his head.

"That's right."

He sighed softly.

"So, I am the only person in this world who remembers you."

Chu Zihang silently looked at the boy.

Suddenly felt sad.

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