Sang Wusheng quickly walked out of the illusion array with Lu Ming.
Sang Wusheng opened his eyes, narrowed his red eyes slightly, and checked the surrounding environment. He found that he had indeed returned to the stone road where he was trapped in the illusion.
Just one meter away from him, Lu Ming was sitting cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed. His brows were slightly furrowed, but his face was calm, as if he was still in a deep sleep and had not woken up yet.
The look in Sang Wusheng's eyes became gentle and struggling. After a long time, he took a deep breath, and a trace of black air flowed out from his fingertips and slowly flowed into Lu Ming's nostrils. Lu Ming inhaled the black air, and his body suddenly stiffened, his head slowly drooped, and his body lost its support, and suddenly tilted, and he fell directly into Sang Wusheng's arms.
Sang Wusheng raised his hand and gently poked his eyebrows to smooth out his frown. After a while, his brows gradually calmed down and his breathing sounded more even.
Sang Wusheng sighed softly, lowered his eyelids slightly, and whispered in Lu Ming's ear: "Brother, I have to leave first. The evil spirit has already penetrated into my internal organs. With my current strength, I can't control it at all. I may be killed by the evil spirit at any time. Maybe, I will be targeted by countless cultivators. I can't let you be in danger because of me."
Sang Wusheng looked at Lu Ming for a long time, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and he gently placed Lu Ming on the green grass beside him, with tenderness in his eyes. He whispered: "I will find the purple heart grass for my brother, and then I will leave. Five years... or ten years later, I will definitely come back alive to find you. No matter where I am, I will come to my brother. I only ask you... never forget me."
As Sang Wusheng spoke, he leaned over and pressed his lips against Lu Ming's long eyelashes, and left quickly like a butterfly fluttering by. Then he smiled and said, "Even if brother forgets me, I will have countless ways to make you remember me again, and from now on, there will only be me in your heart."
Sang Wusheng stood up and looked deeply at the person who was still sleeping. His eyes flashed with various colors. He finally gritted his teeth, turned around and flew away. But the glimmer in the corner of his eyes was like dewdrops in the early morning, floating gently in the air, and finally fell on Luming's closed eyes.
Lu Ming was sleeping very soundly, but in the haze, he always felt that someone was whispering a lot of words in his ear. The voice was low and heavy, as if he was enduring, or as if he was telling a story. However, there were too many things mixed in this voice. When it reached his ears, it made him feel as if a heavy piece of iron was pressing on his heart, heavy. He couldn't know the reason, but he couldn't get rid of this oppressive feeling.
Especially at the end, that sigh made his heart tremble suddenly, as if something important had slowly left him, left his life.
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When Lu Ming woke up, he found that he had actually left the illusion array.
He opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. After a moment of reaction, his consciousness gradually returned. He seemed to have fallen asleep inexplicably in Jing Mo's illusion. He didn't know why. He just felt sleepy and then he couldn't remember anything.
Thinking of this, Lu Ming quickly got up and looked around, only to find that Jing Mo was not beside him at all. Lu Ming was a little anxious. Logically speaking, Jing Mo's body should be beside him after he came out of the illusion. It didn't make sense that he suddenly disappeared. Did something happen while he was asleep?
Lu Ming didn't have time to think about it. When he was about to use his spiritual energy to fly away, he was suddenly attracted by a purple grass beside him.
Lu Ming bent down, took the grass in his hand, frowned and looked at it repeatedly, and after a long time he murmured: "Is this the purple heart grass? Why is it here?"
233 immediately emerged from the space and said with a curled lip, "Your good brother found it for you."
Lu Ming was startled and asked hurriedly, "What about Jing Mo? How could he..."
"You have been sleeping since you came out of the illusion array, and three days have passed now. After Jing Mo woke up, he ran to Jingming Lake alone to pick this purple heart grass, and then left alone." 233 explained.
Lu Ming frowned, feeling somewhat surprised. There were two gigantic monsters in Jingming Lake. If he wanted to pick the purple heart grass, he would either have to avoid them or defeat them. Jing Mo actually picked the purple heart grass by himself, which was completely beyond his expectation.
Thinking of this, Lu Ming suddenly had a strange illusion that the child had grown up, could stand on his own, and no longer needed him.
Lu Ming shook his head and threw away the strange thoughts. He couldn't figure out why Jing Mo wanted to leave.
The depressed feeling in Lu Ming's heart suddenly rose again. Thinking of the heavy tone and soft sigh in the dream, his heart ached violently, and a bad premonition immediately filled his whole heart.
Lu Ming's face turned pale, and he clenched his fists tightly. He asked in a deep voice: "What did he say before he left?"
233 sighed and said, "Master, I can't tell you. Although I really want to tell you, I can't do anything about it when it comes to the plot."
Lu Ming took a deep breath and put the purple heart grass in the space ring. His eyes were a little gloomy and he said softly: "He must have encountered something. I can't just ignore it. No matter what, I must go find him."
233 was getting anxious. He quickly wrapped his tail around Luming's legs and said, "Master, can't you just leave him alone? He is not as innocent as you think. Even when he left you this time, he..."
"Stop talking." Lu Ming interrupted 233 calmly. After a long silence, he lowered his eyes and continued, "He is the only person I trust in this world. Even if he is hiding something from me, I won't believe it unless he admits it himself."
233 Hearing this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart and stopped talking. What if the master knew that Jing Mo was Sang Wusheng one day? There can't be two overlords in this world at the same time. Lu Ming is responsible for the task of domineering value. If he wants to complete the task, Sang Wusheng will be the biggest obstacle. But Sang Wusheng is destined to become the king above everything. The two of them will inevitably meet in battle one day. How should they deal with it then?
This is probably another tragedy of history repeating itself, just like Sang Wusheng and He Qingci when time went back to the past. In the end, only Sang Wusheng survived and became the king who ruled over the fairy world and the demon world, while He Qingci ultimately ended up with his soul torn apart.
I just hope that the ending of this life can be rewritten.
Lu Ming raised his wrist and frowned, "Where is the red mole here? Has the blood contract between me and Cang Zhi lost its effect?"
233 hesitated for a moment before telling the truth: "The blood contract has been transferred to Jing Mo."
Lu Ming's face changed, his fists clenched involuntarily, and he asked, "What's going on?"
233 Although he wanted to tell Lu Ming what happened that day, he finally kept his mouth shut. Perhaps this is the power of the plot. No matter how things develop, they will eventually get closer to the predetermined trajectory. Jing Mo is Sang Wusheng, and Cang Zhi accepts him as his apprentice, which coincides with the development trajectory of the plot.
Seeing that 233 avoided answering, Lu Ming stopped asking and just turned around and walked back the way he came.
233 shouted behind Luming, "Master, where are you going?"
Lu Ming paused, his face tilted slightly, his expression unclear. After a long while, he lowered his eyelids to hide the surging emotions in his eyes, and said softly, "No matter what, I will find him."
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Ten years is enough time to forget many people and things, but also enough time for many people and things to be deeply engraved in one’s heart.
For ten years, Lu Ming had been looking for the missing Jing Mo, and he had traveled almost all over the cultivation world, but he still couldn't find him. Although the red mole on his wrist had disappeared, Lu Ming still went to the cliff every year to look for Cang Zhi, hoping to get news about Jing Mo. Unfortunately, Cang Zhi also disappeared along with Jing Mo.
Lu Ming stood at the bottom of the valley, with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and far away. His childish face was gone, replaced by maturity and stability. No emotion could be seen on his handsome face, his eyebrows were indifferent and cold, making it difficult for people to get close to him. However, at this moment, the longing in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.
Lu Ming took out the soul-guiding banner from his arms, raised it up and shook it as usual. Suddenly, a pleasant sound echoed in the valley and lingered for a long time.
After waiting for a long time, the Soul-Guiding Banner still did not respond like the previous times. Lu Ming had no choice but to sigh, dejectedly retracted the Soul-Guiding Banner, and prepared to fly away from the valley.
At this moment, the soul-guiding banner suddenly emitted a dark blue glow, and this glow became stronger and stronger. Finally, the entire soul-guiding banner began to shake violently, and the bell sounds became more and more rapid, as if something was approaching.
Lu Ming's expression was stern, and a little excitement rose in his heart. In the past ten years, this soul-guiding flag had never had such a reaction. At this moment, it suddenly had such a strong reaction. How could he not be excited?
Lu Ming suppressed the surging emotion in his heart and asked tentatively, "Who is it?"
The other party did not answer, but turned into a gust of cold wind and blew straight towards Lu Ming, as if playing a game, flying around Lu Ming, refusing to answer or stop. In desperation, Lu Ming had to take out the soul-locking magic weapon and threw it at the other party. There was a loud clang, and the magic weapon fell heavily to the ground, mixed with a painful cry.
"Let me go quickly! I don't dare!" A crying voice suddenly came from the magic weapon.
Lu Ming walked forward, picked up the magic weapon, and asked coldly: "Who are you?"
The other party was obviously a teenager who was in the process of voice change. His voice was a little childish. He said aggrievedly: "My name is Mingduo. I have been wandering here since I died. It has been more than three hundred years now."
Lu Ming was slightly stunned, then said: "In this case, you should know the weapon refining master Cang Zhi, right?"
Upon hearing this, Ming Duo immediately snorted and replied, "Of course, there is no ghost here who doesn't know him, but fortunately he left ten years ago, otherwise I guess he wouldn't be able to come out."
Lu Ming's heart moved, and he continued, "You mean, Cang Zhi left here ten years ago?"
Mingduo snorted and said, "I know you come here every year, and I also know the purpose of your coming here. If you can take me back to my hometown and help me to reincarnate as soon as possible, I will tell you everything. If you don't do as I say, don't even think about me telling you everything that happened that day."
Lu Ming's eyes flashed with coldness, and then he said coldly: "You are not qualified to negotiate with me now. Now that you are in this soul-locking device, I can make your soul fly away at any time."
When Ming Duo heard this, he was so anxious that he started to hit the Soul Locking Device with his body, and shouted angrily: "I have no grudge against you, why do you want to make my soul fly away? And, aren't you a Taoist? There is no Taoist as cruel as you!"
Lu Ming said calmly: "Have you thought about it? Do you want to tell me or not?"
Ming Duo could only say in frustration: "I know that you cultivators are always cruel and ruthless. Well, as long as you let me go, I will tell you everything."
Lu Ming was really a little amused, this ghost was really simple-minded, just like Jing Mo (……). He sighed and silently recited a few mantras, and the soul-locking device immediately emitted a purple light, and then a black-haired boy in white clothes fell out of the magic weapon with a tumble.
The boy was very cute, with a small dimple on the corner of his mouth, and a pair of big, bright eyes, which reminded Lu Ming of Jing Mo. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, and he wondered what Jing Mo had gone through in the past ten years, whether he had grown up and could stand on his own, and whether no one dared to bully him anymore.
Mingduo was hit so hard that tears welled up in his eyes. He rubbed his sore butt in grievance. He raised his head and glared at Luming fiercely, then said, "You didn't even inform me and scared me!"
Lu Ming came back to his senses, looked at him with amusement, and said with a slight smile: "Okay, now you can tell me what happened that day, right? Have you ever seen a teenager?"
Ming Duo's eyes turned, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Ten years ago, a young man did come here, and then Cang Zhi followed him and left. It's a pity that Master Cang Zhi has never been close to ghosts, and his evil spirit is too strong. We, the minions, have never dared to get close to him. We can only listen from afar. We vaguely heard words like 'blood contract', 'cultivation', and 'secret book'."
When Lu Ming heard this, his eyes immediately darkened. Cang Zhi's blood contract had already been transferred to Jing Mo. If what Ming Duo said was true, the person who took Cang Zhi away that day must have been Jing Mo without a doubt.
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