Lu Ming's expression changed, his eyes were like pools. Very good, I don't understand if the enemy doesn't move, let's see who can outlast the other.
Sang Wusheng frowned and looked at Lu Ming. He didn't believe that this man didn't realize that he had woken up from beginning to end!
233 looked coldly at the two of them who were secretly competing against each other before the peak showdown even started, and sighed helplessly.
The two of them remained silent, pretending to be deaf and dumb. One of them sat on the grass with a stern expression, while the other pretended to practice with a magic weapon. They didn't say a word to break the silence for two hours. 233, who wanted to watch the big show of the year, waited anxiously for a long time, but the two of them still looked so nonchalant, which made 233 so annoyed that he wanted to tie them together and see when they would be willing to put down their pride and start a face-to-face confrontation.
The two of them spent a whole day together in silence, until Sang Wusheng finally ran out of energy and passed out. Seeing this, Lu Ming immediately stopped what he was doing, trotted over to give him spiritual energy, and when the dark lines on his cheeks gradually disappeared, he took back the spiritual energy and continued to practice in front of the refining cauldron.
This cycle repeats itself over and over again.
233 was so shocked at first that he could not be more shocked now. He could not help but sigh in his heart that the result of the combination of two sultry people was only the inner drama.
Time flies. Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Lu Ming's weapon-refining skills have finally been successfully activated. Not only did he repair the Liuli Stone, he also mastered a higher level of weapon-refining methods.
Sang Wusheng was almost always in a coma, and even if he woke up for a moment, he would faint again in Lu Ming's silence and indifference. He would occasionally try to stay awake, watching the young man running towards him, placing his slightly warm palm on his heart, and slowly transferring spiritual energy to him.
Sometimes he would pretend to faint, quietly narrow his eyes, and open a little to observe him secretly. Almost every time, the boy would frown, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and his expression would always be unchangingly serious.
However, Sang Wusheng himself did not realize that his originally cold and inquiring gaze towards the young man had completely changed unconsciously. Every time he looked in Lu Ming's direction, it was filled with countless resentments. Lu Ming, who deliberately hid himself behind the refining cauldron, felt a chill down his spine every day, and he became even more confused and doubtful. Did this person secretly hold a grudge against him without even saying a word to him?
As expected, the auras of the villain and the protagonist are never in sync, even if there is no dialogue or communication!
233 simply didn't know how it had survived these three weird years. It was about to go crazy knowing that there were too many things to complain about but not knowing where to start. It just hoped that its master could quickly end this closed-door training and leave the space to seek liberation.
Time in the space is still, and one can neither feel the cold nor hunger, nor the changing of seasons. Lu Ming and Sang Wusheng's appearance and figure have hardly changed in the past three years. Although Sang Wusheng was puzzled, he still fought against Lu Ming and refused to ask.
Lu Ming didn't notice Sang Wusheng's inner struggle at all. He just looked at the glass stone in his hand with satisfaction, and his voice was still low and pleasant: "Finally succeeded."
Sang Wusheng was slightly stunned. Before he could react, Lu Ming walked towards him with a cold face, reached out and touched his forehead, and said seriously: "The evil spirit has been suppressed almost. As long as you don't deliberately drive the evil spirit, you won't fall into a coma again."
Sang Wusheng didn't respond, but looked at him in silence. Lu Ming's mouth twitched, and he felt a little indignant. This Sang Wusheng was really very tolerant. He didn't say a word to him in three years, except for occasionally calling "mother" when he was unconscious. He almost thought that this person had taken a mute drug by mistake.
The protagonist's skills are indeed profound, how can we compare to him!
Lu Ming sighed softly, and suddenly stretched out his finger and tapped Sang Wusheng on the heart. Sang Wusheng gradually lost consciousness in extreme shock, his shining eyes full of disbelief.
Seeing that Sang Wusheng had completely lost consciousness, Lu Ming called out to the sky: "233, take us out of this space."
233 emerged from the space crack excitedly, and said with tears in his eyes: "I can finally leave this horrible place! Master, have you mastered the basics of weapon refining?"
Lu Ming waved his sleeves, hugged Sang Wusheng tightly in his arms, and said, "Let's go out first."
233 nodded and immediately started the program to leave the space. Lu Ming felt a black screen in front of his eyes, a pain in his body, and a dizzy spell. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a room he had not been to for three years.
The furnishings in the room had not changed at all, even the hot tea poured before leaving was still warm. Although only twenty minutes had passed in the outside world, he had been practicing in the space for three years, and had been face to face with the legendary Sang Wusheng for three years. Uh... although this way of getting along was indeed a little unusual.
Lu Ming put Sang Wusheng on the bed and covered him with a quilt, then asked 233 to lead the way. He planned to stay in the He family's weapon refining workshop for a night to pretend and wait for the return of the repaired colored glaze stone the next day.
After walking for more than half an hour, Lu Ming and 233 finally arrived at the weapon refinery. The He family weapon refinery was located in an extremely remote location, surrounded by high milky white walls, and the top of the wall was covered with sharp spikes of various sizes.
Lu Ming walked closer and saw that the wall was made of marble, and there were all kinds of strange patterns on the surface every few meters. Lu Ming understood that this should be a mechanism specially set up to prevent outsiders from entering.
The guard at the door saw that it was the young master of the He family who came, and hurriedly lowered his head in fear and trepidation, trying to search his memory to recall whether he had offended him in the past. Although the location here is relatively remote, the young master has suddenly become a different person in recent days, so he no longer dared to look down on him, and said tremblingly: "Young master, you are here."
Lu Ming nodded, and said calmly: "Find me a separate room."
The man immediately agreed, sent two of his men to guard the door, and took Lu Mingchao into the He family's weapon refining workshop.
There were many He family refiners in the refinery workshop. When they saw that it was the young master who came in, they were all surprised. They had heard before that the young master had recovered his spiritual energy, and now he had stepped into the refinery workshop he had never been to before. Everything that happened today must be true.
Everyone watched the young master whispering. Lu Ming had sharp hearing. Although he didn't listen deliberately, he heard almost every word. They were just some contemptuous and sarcastic remarks. Lu Ming just thought it was a breeze and was not affected at all. Lu Ming's mind has always been like a mirror. Naturally, he also understands that if someone treats you sincerely, no matter you are a pampered child or a slave, their feelings for you will never change. So these insignificant people are not taken seriously by him at all.
Lu Ming was walking and looking, and suddenly he was attracted by a young man. He stopped and looked at the direction where he was. He saw that the young man frowned, staring at the book in his hand and reading it over and over again. The golden fire under the refining cauldron was burning, and the cauldron exuded a burning smell. The young man scratched his scalp irritably and sighed heavily.
When Lu Ming smelled the scent, he understood that the young man should be making a medium-level spiritual weapon, but he didn't master the method well, which was why he failed at the last moment.
The young man angrily slammed the book on the ground and said angrily: "The method recorded in the book will never succeed!"
Lu Ming picked up the book that had fallen to his feet, looked at it carefully, then raised his eyes and said to the young man: "Your sharpening fire is too strong, and your spiritual energy is released too violently, so you failed."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then reacted and shouted at Lu Ming in anger: "Where did you come from, you stinky boy? Get out of here! Do you know what refining is? How dare you speak nonsense here!"
"How dare you!" Before Lu Ming could even open his mouth, the guide beside him shouted at the young man, "This is the eldest young master of the He family. How can you insult him so casually!"
The young man was slightly stunned, and said stupidly: "The eldest young master of the He family? Isn't he a useless person?"
"You still say that!" The guide was so angry that he jumped up and down, and said angrily, "I think you don't want to live anymore!"
Lu Ming waved his hand, signaling the guide not to bother, and then said to the young man: "If you want to succeed, try to see if my suggestion is correct."
After saying that, before the young man could react, he left.
The young man stood there, snorted coldly, and his eyes were full of contempt. But in his heart, he listened to Lu Ming's words just now, and tried to turn down the sharpening fire and slow down the speed of releasing spiritual energy by two times.
Originally, it was just a random try, but I didn't expect it to actually work. The young man looked at the direction where the boy disappeared in shock, speechless for a long time. This young master of the He family seemed different from the rumors.
233 was held in Lu Ming's arms and said excitedly: "Master, what you did just now was simply amazing! My domineering value has increased by another 1%!"
Lu Ming was stunned, and said helplessly: "This can also increase experience points?"
233 said: "Of course, so the master should show more of his talents in the future."
Hearing this, Lu Ming immediately said: "Sometimes showing off is not a good thing, just let everything take its course."
233's eyes instantly turned into stars, and he exclaimed: "Master is the master, and he has taught me such a vivid lesson. However, it would be better if you swear not to bother with your mortal enemy! I am afraid that you and him will develop a love-hate relationship if you are not careful."
Lu Ming patted its head heavily and said angrily: "Lock all the TV series in your storage disk for three days!"
233 looked at Lu Ming in horror and said, "Master, please don't be so cruel, please!"
Lu Ming snorted coldly and ignored his stupid pet who was begging desperately. His thoughts drifted far away, thinking about Sang Wusheng, who had been silent with him for three years, and he didn't know whether he had woken up at this moment.
Sang Wusheng, who was in Luming's room, had opened his eyes the moment Luming left. He looked around for a moment with a dark gaze, and suddenly a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He slowly concentrated the spiritual energy in the palm of his hand, and then, black demonic energy instantly overflowed from his body. The black demonic energy seemed to have consciousness, circling around him and rising, moving slowly.
After a long time, the black air gradually dissipated, and the young man on the bed seemed to have changed his appearance. His originally handsome and stunning appearance had disappeared, and was replaced by a cute and fair-skinned boy.
He smiled slightly, and two shallow dimples appeared on his cheeks. His bright black eyes had the color of success, like sparkling glass in the dark night, shining with dazzling brilliance.
The young boy on the bed stared at the door absentmindedly. After a long time, he looked away. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he murmured in a low voice: "Are you the one who saved me again?"
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