Under One Person: Since I am alone, I can dominate the world

Lu Liang turned around abruptly, looked at the mound of earth, and said in a deep voice: "Zhang Chulan, what did you just say to me?"

Zhang Chulan thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Dig, dig the grave?"

"Dig now!"

Lu Liang took the first step, with his hands filled with true energy, and began to dig the grave like a shovel without mercy.

Zhang Chulan and Ma Xianhong looked at each other, looked determined, and joined the ranks of digging graves.

……

at the same time.

Lujia Village, the center of the village.

There is a tallest and most imposing building, which is where the heads of the family of all generations lived and worked. Because it was not yet late at night, the lights were still on in the house.

Lu Ci was wearing a white training suit and sitting on a rosewood chair. He stared blankly at the bright moon outside the window with his one bloodshot eye, as if recalling something.

The steaming teacup on the table gradually grew cold and was never picked up once until it was completely cold.

For some reason, his thoughts were complicated tonight and he couldn't calm down, let alone sleep. He thought for a long time before he suddenly remembered, which made it even more difficult for him to fall asleep.

"August 21st, the day you left was also August 21st, it's been five years..."

Lu Ci was muttering to himself, and the look on his face, which was always cold and resolute in front of outsiders, now seemed very complicated, like an ordinary old man entangled by heavy memories.

It was not until a long time had passed that he gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked out of the house, as if he had made a decision.

"Let's go see some old friends."

Lu Cizhui walked down the stairs slowly with a cane in his hand. Looking at the maid who was coming to greet him downstairs, he just waved his hand to signal her not to follow him. Then he pushed open the wooden door alone and walked into the moonlight.

……

at the same time.

Outside Lujia Village.

Somewhere on a hill.

A big tree standing on the cliff with a wide view.

Lu Jin, who was looking straight in the direction of Lujia Village, was suddenly stunned. From a long distance, he saw the old figure walking out of the door.

"Why is that old fellow Lu Ci hanging around at this hour? Am I seeing things?"

Lu Jin frowned slightly, then with an idea, he drew two enhanced lookout talismans and used them on his eyes. He stared with his fiery eyes and looked towards the direction of Lujia Village again.

This time it was much clearer, and it was confirmed that it was Lu Ci. He was walking slowly on the wide road with a cane, and then turned into an alley. It seemed that he was gradually approaching the ancestral hall on the south side of the village!

"Did old man Lu Ci discover something wrong?"

Lu Jin narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the direction the other party was going. It was indeed the place where Zhang Chulan and his group of kids sneaked in tonight. He immediately had a guess in his mind, but he was not sure.

……

Lujia Village.

The moon is above the willows, and there is silence all around.

Lu Ci walked alone under the frosty moonlight. His usually straight spine seemed hunched at this moment. He didn't know whether it was because he couldn't bear the moonlight, or the memories that were rising like a tide.

"Hello, Master!"

Several night patrolmen who were talking and laughing as they walked out of the alley were so frightened when they saw Qingqing Lu Ci's figure that they stood still, straightened their bodies, and greeted him respectfully one by one.

Lu Ci just glanced at a few people indifferently, without saying much, and continued to move towards his destination.

Behind him, the three younger generations of the Lu family looked at each other in disbelief.

If it were in the past, with the head of the family's temper, if he found them laughing and joking during the night training, he would probably show them the family rules on the spot and scold them severely.

Why is something going so wrong tonight?

"May God bless us, let's go quickly."

One of them muttered quietly, pulled his two companions and quickly left this uninvited place.

On the other side, Lu Ci walked slowly, and after half a quarter of an hour, he saw the ancestral temple located in the moonlight.

Lu Ci stood outside the stairs at the entrance for a long time, and seemed to have made up his mind before he took a step forward to go in.

Just as he was about to push open the door of the ancestral hall, a panicked servant suddenly rushed out from the avenue on the side.

"Master, the old man Lu from the Lu family came to visit unexpectedly and kept asking to see you. I couldn't stop him. I hurried to report to you!"

The forehead of the young man from the Lu family was covered with beads of sweat. He had just finished speaking when a loud muffled sound came from the main gate of the Lu family in the distance, and dust and smoke rolled up into the sky.

Lu Ci was stunned, and took back his hand from the gate of the ancestral hall. He turned to the servant and asked, "Is it really the old man of the Lu family?"

The servant said respectfully, "It is indeed the old master of the Lu family - Lu Jin without a doubt."

Hearing this, Lu Ci frowned, with doubt in his eyes, but he still took a step forward and walked down the stairs.

"This old man, what do you want to do with me at this time?"

Before leaving, Lu Ci took one last look at the gate of the ancestral hall, then shook his head and followed the servants.

……

the other side.

Inside the ancestral hall, outside the basement.

In the shadow of a corridor, as a cold aura dissipated, three figures appeared. They were Zhang Chulan and the other two, who looked alert.

Ma Xianhong looked at the images sent back by the reconnaissance insects in his magic glasses and breathed a sigh of relief, "Lü Ci has already gone far away. He was sent away by Old Master Lu."

Zhang Chulan said, "This is really weird. Could it be that this old Deng has discovered something about us? That's impossible."

Lu Liang's eyes trembled, and then he took a step forward and walked towards the intersection of the basement: "No matter what the reason is, we have to hurry up."

The three of them returned to the basement again. The grave mound that came into their sight had been dug up for the most part in just a few moments, and was almost level with the surrounding ground. However, the coffin was nowhere to be seen, so it was presumed to be hidden deeper down.

Lu Liang said nothing, with the ball of Qi in his hand, and his movements became faster. With the help of his two companions, he dug into the ground after only a dozen breaths. He stopped when he felt a hard object with a different texture from the soil.

"It doesn't look like a coffin. Could it be an urn?"

Lu Liang used both hands to dig out the medium-sized box-shaped object.

It is a rosewood box the size of an urn, with a smooth surface and no carvings.

"Using such precious wood to make such an ugly spirit box is really speechless." Zhang Chulan looked at the square wooden box and couldn't help but complain.

"Is it really a spirit box? Let's open it and take a look." Ma Xianhong suggested.

Lu Liang nodded, found the copper buckle on the lid of the box, opened it with a click, and then slowly opened it with heavy breathing.

Until the space inside the box was completely exposed to everyone's sight.

Then a black and white photo appeared in their eyes.

She was a young woman with heroic features and a smile on her face.

"This is?"

Lu Liang's eyes widened. In the memory that he had previously obtained from his second uncle's mind, a scene suddenly appeared that was about the woman in the photo!

……

The Lu family's reception room.

"I wonder why you suddenly came here tonight, Brother Lu?"

Lu Ci made tea himself and asked the old man in a suit in front of him with a smile.

Lu Jin always had a faint smile on his face, and said slowly: "Well, it's not a big deal, but there are some unsolved doubts in my heart that I still can't figure out."

"I happened to be passing by Huajin, Jiangsu and Zhejiang these days. Tonight, I suddenly had the urge to come visit you, Old Lu. Please forgive me if this is abrupt."

Lu Ci skillfully poured the tea into the silver-flowered plain cup, pushed it in front of Lu Jin, and said with a smile, "If there are any questions that Brother Lu can't figure out, why don't you tell me?"

Lu Jin smiled and said, "No hurry, let me have some tea first."

As he spoke, he held the silver teacup with both hands, and looked at the delicate patterns carved on the cup. After carefully examining it for a while, he brought the teacup close to his lips, took a sip of the boiling hot tea, savored it carefully, and his eyes lit up as he praised, "Good tea, this is good tea, Lao Lu has great craftsmanship."

Lu Ci smiled and said modestly: "With my few steps of tea-making skills, I dare not call it good tea. If you ask me, the best one has to be the Biluochun tea that you, Brother Lu, gave me two years ago. This tea is good enough."

Lu Jin said, "So this tea was sent by my Lu family? Tsk, it tastes better when it is brewed here with you."

Lu Ci's eyes flashed, but he was still trying to be humble. However, his doubts grew stronger. He felt that there was something strange about the old man from the Lu family coming to visit him unexpectedly tonight.

Not only was the timing weird, but the sudden enthusiasm was also a bit odd. He was obviously anxious, yet he brought up tea art - even weirder!

But even so, Lu Ci still kept his patience and continued to fight with Lu Jin, wanting to see what the other party was up to.

……

the other side.

The Lu family ancestral temple.

As a gust of cold wind blew away this place, Lu Shao in the side room woke up slowly soon after. When he woke up, he felt a splitting headache. He felt like he had forgotten something important, but he just couldn't remember it.

"Alas, I am old and useless."

He pondered for a long time before he remembered what he had forgotten. It turned out that he was reading a book at the table, and he dozed off because he was too sleepy. As a result, he accidentally slipped and fell to the ground.

at the same time.

On the south side of Lujia Village, in a corner of the woods.

As the cold aura dissipated, the figures of three people were revealed. They immediately contacted Wang Ye, who was still dragging the Lu family formation underground, and asked him to evacuate as soon as possible.

"Hey, Lu Liang, can you really confirm the identity of the woman in the photo? Is she really Duanmu Ying, one of the Thirty-Six Righteous Men?" Zhang Chulan confirmed again.

Lu Liang nodded, looking at the black and white photo in his hand, his eyes complicated as he said, "In the memory of my second uncle Lu Shao, there was a fragment about this woman. She was the eldest daughter of the Jishitang, a family of doctors, and also an extraordinary person named Duanmu Ying, who was the one who later realized the Eight Wonders."

"And the amazing skills she has - these are the perfect hands I have right now."

"So that's how it is. It turns out that the so-called Soul-Clearing Technique of my Lu family is nothing more than a secret dug out from others. It was stolen, haha."

Ma Xianhong did not speak immediately, but a hint of subtle anger flashed in his eyes. After a while, he spoke: "The nameless grave belongs to Duanmu Ying. I think the person imprisoned in the basement of the Lu family is also Duanmu Ying."

"Now I want to know what methods your Lu family used to allow Duanmu Ying's Shuangquan Hand to be passed down through your bloodline and into your body."

Chapter 251 Rusty Knife, Am I that kind of person?

Ma Xianhong's words evoked Lu Liang's memories, making him inevitably recall the cups of medicinal drinks carefully prepared by his great-grandfather that he drank many years ago.

He recalled the enchanting bright red appearance of the medicinal drink and savored its sweet and sour taste, but at this moment he inevitably felt a little nauseous.

If his Lu family's soul-clarifying technique really came from this... then what exactly was the medicine he drank back then?

"Why is Daoist Master Wang so slow? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

Zhang Chulan on the side suddenly spoke, his words revealing worry.

As a result, he had just finished speaking.

The soil under my feet suddenly began to wriggle, transmitting a wave.

Then, a black shadow rushed out from it, did a backflip and stood firmly on the ground.

"It was dangerous, really dangerous. I almost died in there."

"This killing array under the Lu family's grounds really should not be underestimated."

Wang Ye was covered in dust, his chest rising and falling, his face still showing a lingering fear, while he complained, he reached out to brush the dust off his butt.

Zhang Chulan breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're okay."

Wang Ye grinned: "No matter how powerful the Wang family's killing formation is, it is still within the realm of Taoism and numerology. With my skills, it shouldn't be a problem to suppress it for a while."

"The real danger is that I took out something from the formation."

As he spoke, he fumbled in his arms and took out the devouring sac that Ma Xianhong had distributed to everyone. With a thought, he took out an object from it.

"A long, black, big iron rod."

Zhang Chulan rubbed his eyes, thinking that Wang was going to show off something awesome.

"This is a knife. Do you have any good eyesight?"

Wang Ye rolled his eyes and flicked his hand, using a strange magic to make the rusty crust on the surface of the fire stick fade away, revealing the true situation inside. It was actually a Japanese long sword with some strange patterns carved on the scabbard.