Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei, Starting as a Seeker of the Law

Chapter 87 "Pig" (Please vote qwq)

In terms of appearance, they are a very "ordinary" mother and daughter.

If we ignore the woman's white suit, which is out of step with the times.

but.

In his perception, the two people were surrounded by extremely faint magical energy fluctuations.

The fluctuations were deliberately suppressed by some sophisticated concealment technique, making them almost indistinguishable from ordinary people, while also reducing their presence.

But in Lu Mingfei's eyes, it was like a firefly in the dark, clearly visible.

He is a seeker of the Dharma.

He's probably a seeker of the Dharma from a major sect.

After all, there are many techniques to reduce one's presence, but such a sophisticated concealment technique... it seems only major sects would possess it.

They appeared here...

...Is it a coincidence?

still..

"Let's go find Qi An's master first."

Lu Mingfei calmly withdrew his gaze, as if he had lost interest after just a casual glance.

He turned to Qi An, who was still haggling with the stall owner, and urged, "Hurry up, it'll get dark soon."

"It'll be ready soon, it'll be ready soon!" Qi An hurriedly counted out the copper coins, carefully wrapped the bronze hairpin in coarse cloth, and put it in his pocket, his face full of undisguised joy.

Lu Mingfei stopped looking at the "mother and daughter" pair and led Qi An to turn around and merge into the crowd.

He just hoped these two weren't there to cause trouble.

otherwise..

"Master Lu, do you think Master will like this gift?" Qi An held the hairpin carefully wrapped in coarse cloth in his arms, taking a few steps and then looking down to confirm, his face showing both anticipation and trepidation, and couldn't help but ask again.

"How would I know if she likes me or not?" Lu Mingfei glanced at the cloth bag he treasured so much, and rolled his eyes. "She's not my master."

"Besides," he said casually, his gaze sweeping over the street vendors and the occasional wary passerby, "you yourself said she's your master. As a master, how could you possibly dislike your disciple's intentions?"

After all, this place dates back to the Qing Dynasty.

This was an era where words could be used as a crime, pen and ink could bring disaster, and even privately passing on improper skills could lead to annihilation.

He was willing to risk execution, implicate others, and confiscation of his property to illegally teach Qi An painting.

This is an act of provocation right under the noses of the government.

It is easy to imagine the "trust" and "treatment" she had for Qi An.

In this system where those who know the truth are often implicated, unless one considers the other person an absolutely trusted individual, it is unacceptable.

Who would dare to hand over such a fatal weakness to another person?

If it were an ordinary master and disciple, they would probably have already submitted a report to the authorities for the reward or to protect themselves.

This kind of master-disciple relationship is often closer than blood ties, but it is also more fragile.

After all, their interests are completely intertwined; they rise and fall together.

Of course, all of this is predicated on the premise that the master is a normal "person".

Qi An seemed somewhat relieved after hearing Lu Mingfei's words and nodded.

"That's true, after all, Master has always been gentle and kind to people."

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Lu Mingfei did not respond.

He just walked on in silence.

The further he walked, the more indifferent his expression became, his eyes lowered, their light as cold as a deep pool.

With the aid of the two supernatural powers, golden and firelight flashed simultaneously in his eyes, and his mind focused on his vision.

He saw it.

The red line was clearly visible.

The bright red thread extending from between Qi An's eyebrows pointed to the end of the direction they were heading.

"Are there many residents here?" he suddenly asked.

"what?"

Qi An was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Lu Mingfei to ask this.

He looked around at the somewhat deserted alley and shook his head: "This place... is quite remote, with not many residents. My master said it's quiet here, suitable for painting."

"So, your master's residence... is that building over there?"

Lu Mingfei raised his hand and pointed to the end of the alley.

It was a rather elegant courtyard house facing the street. It had blue bricks and gray tiles, upturned eaves, and a half-closed mahogany door. Above the door hung a black plaque with gold characters that read "Caiyunfang" (Colorful Clouds Archway).

Her handwriting is elegant and graceful, carrying a touch of feminine gentleness.

"Is this your master's shop? Is she alone?" Lu Mingfei asked, his gaze falling on the signboard and then sweeping over the half-closed door.

"Exactly."

The boy nodded, looking at the door with a smile in his eyes.

"That's the shop my master owns."

"She usually takes on embroidery and framing jobs here. There's a small courtyard in the back where she paints and rests."

A woman who could paint opened a shop that also sold embroidery and framing paintings, which allowed her to make a living while secretly teaching her apprentices.

It blends perfectly into this era and into the lives of ordinary people.

A very reasonable explanation.

It's a very normal business.

It was so normal that even Lu Mingfei couldn't stand it anymore.

He stood there, looking at the half-closed mahogany door with the "Caiyunfang" plaque, and then at Qi An beside him, whose face was full of pure trust.

Lu Mingfei felt an overwhelming sense of absurdity.

Damn it!

In this place, in this shitty dynasty, a woman.

A single woman with no prominent background or family support not only opened a shop in this not-so-bustling street, but also openly taught painting techniques that were strictly prohibited by the government and could easily lead to the confiscation of property and the extermination of the family.

It's a painting shop? And it also does embroidery and framing?

Most importantly, she is incredibly beautiful.

What does this guy take Lu Mingfei for?

Is he a country bumpkin who's never seen the world, or a mentally challenged person who's missing a screw in his head?

The reason he came up with was so convincing that even the most ridiculous TV dramas in his original world wouldn't dare to make it like this!

They've completely abandoned basic historical common sense and logic?

Do you really think the Qing Dynasty was a normal dynasty with open social customs, where women could freely show their faces in public, run their own businesses, and even privately teach forbidden skills?

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the rant that was about to come out of his mouth. He felt his Dharma body was being pressed down painfully by this anger.

There are indeed seekers of the Dharma in this world, but why would seekers conceal their existence like this?

More importantly, if the seeker truly wants to settle down in this chaotic world, then he would certainly not use his supernatural powers on his mortal disciples.

Isn't this like taking off your pants to fart—completely unnecessary?

To hell with the deep bond between master and disciple, this is clearly... damn it.

"Pig farming".

Treat Qi'an like a carefully fed pig, just waiting to be harvested.

Lu Mingfei's eyes turned completely cold.

The last trace of helplessness and mockery that arose because of Qi An's naivety vanished at this moment.

There was only coldness in his eyes...

...murderous intent.

"Qi An," he said, his voice unusually calm.

"Ah? Immortal Lu?" Qi An turned his head, his face still showing the excitement of seeing his master.

The next moment—

A pair of golden eyes appeared before him without warning.

Brilliant, majestic, and adorned with ancient and intricate patterns, like a kaleidoscope, swirled deep within his pupils, instantly filling Qi An's entire field of vision and deeply imprinting itself into the depths of his consciousness.

Qi An froze.

The joy on their faces, the light in their eyes, even their breathing and heartbeat, all froze in that instant.

He stared blankly at those golden eyes so close to his face, at the patterns flowing within them. His mind went blank; all his thoughts were washed away, covered, and reshaped by that light.

Lu Mingfei's voice resounded directly in the deepest part of his consciousness, calm, clear, and unquestionable, like a divine revelation.

"Starting now."

"You have never seen me before."

"And I have no memory of anything about myself."

"You're here to give your master a gift, as a celebration for your first solo kill of a wild boar."

"You're happy, you're excited, and you want to share this joy with her."

"besides----"

"Nothing else."

The words fell.

The light in the golden eyes slowly faded.

Lu Mingfei's figure vanished from the spot in an instant, as if he had never existed.

After he disappeared, Qi An blinked.

He stood there, a lingering sense of confusion on his face, but soon, the blankness was replaced by anticipation.

He looked down at the hairpin carefully wrapped in coarse cloth in his arms, then looked up at the half-closed mahogany door of "Caiyunfang," and a pure smile appeared on his lips.

"master----"

"I shot a wild boar."

"I've come to give you a gift."

He walked briskly forward and pushed open the half-closed door.

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