After finding Fushu that day, Luming and Shao Ji took her down the mountain and settled down in West Town. Luming patiently took care of Fushu, which reduced her original vigilance. Now even if Shao Ji was not around, Luming could live peacefully with Fushu under the same roof. However, Luming did not dare to communicate with her too much, for fear of accidentally scaring her and making his efforts for so many days go to waste.
Shao Ji looked at Lu Ming's conflicted expression of wanting to get closer but not daring to go forward, especially the barely concealed jealous look in his eyes when Fu Shu showed extreme dependence on him, which made him laugh secretly more than once. Shao Ji sighed, he didn't expect that Master Qingci, whom Fu Shu had been talking about for more than ten years, would actually have such a playful side.
Before actually meeting him, Shao Ji's impression of He Qingci was just that of a cold and unsmiling young master from a noble family. Now it seems that it is understandable that Fu Shu still misses him all these years. This person seems to have a warm and bewitching temperament, like the warm sun that suddenly emerges in the cold winter, making people want to get close to him and absorb more warmth.
This was also fully reflected in the people of West Town. Shao Ji would often see Lu Ming surrounded by people, and he would often have a slightly awkward smile on his face, but he never knew how to reject the overly enthusiastic behavior of the people.
Lu Ming saw Shao Ji looking at him and laughing from afar, his eyes were full of mockery, and he couldn't help but said angrily: "What are you laughing at? Come over and get your things."
Shao Ji walked forward, took the basket full of eggs and vegetables from Lu Ming's hand, and said jokingly, "Master Qingci is really charming. Someone actually brings you food every day."
Lu Ming said awkwardly: "I gave them money, but they said they wouldn't take it..."
Shao Ji laughed and said, "That's why I say you are so charming."
Lu Ming rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Go cook, it's your turn today."
Shao Ji's face suddenly turned bad, and he said helplessly: "Can the meal I cooked be called a meal? You don't think it tastes bad."
Lu Ming couldn't help but laugh and said, "But what I made is even worse... Never mind, just make whatever you want and do your best. Fu Shu has been wronged for so many years."
233 couldn't help but interrupt after hearing this, "I don't understand why the master is so tough. He prepared the seasonings according to the strict proportions on the recipe, but the food was still so unpalatable. This is also an incredible skill."
Lu Ming made a bitter face and sighed, "Cooking also requires talent. How come Xiao Mo is so good at it? I don't know what he is doing now and whether he has had a good rest..."
233 looked at his master and sighed helplessly. In fact, being this stupid is actually one of his great skills.
The days passed by in such a dull manner, but Lu Ming felt unprecedented peace of mind. Now that Fu Shu had been found, it could be said that the search for so many years had finally come to a conclusion. Although Fu Shu was a little stupid now, he believed that there was always a way to cure her brain, and it seemed good that she was living such a happy life now.
Lu Ming thought about it and decided to make an upgraded version of the small peephole to use on Fu Shu. Maybe he could find some clues from her memory. Lu Ming hid in the space of 233, found the materials, and started to make it.
The small peep mirror can be regarded as a good magic tool with an external plug-in, but the memories that the small peep mirror can see are always limited. The best is only a few months to a year. If you want to extract Fu Shu's memories from nearly twelve years ago, then it is impossible to succeed with the current production method. Lu Ming studied in the space for several months and finally got some clues.
When Lu Ming finished making the upgraded version of the small peepscope, nearly three months had passed in the space. Lu Ming tiredly withdrew from the space and rested for two days to recuperate. Then he discussed with Shao Ji about extracting Fu Shu's memory.
Shao Ji frowned, holding the small mirror in his hand, looking at it over and over again, "It's just an ordinary mirror, will it work?"
Lu Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "Even if it doesn't work, we have to try. It's better than just waiting."
Shao Ji looked at Lu Ming's eager face and raised his lips slightly, "Why don't you try it on me first? What if there are side effects?"
Lu Ming thought about it, then nodded and said, "That's good."
Shao Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You didn't even hesitate. If there are side effects, you will have to take care of two patients."
Lu Ming smiled and said, "It's okay, I will take care of you."
Shao Ji couldn't help laughing, and said, "Come on."
Lu Ming nodded and threw the mirror into the air. In an instant, the mirror seemed to have a spirit and shone straight in the direction of Shao Ji. A light golden light slowly emanated from the mirror. Lu Ming silently recited a few mantras, and the light in the mirror became brighter and brighter. Scenes were suddenly projected in front of Shao Ji like a projector.
Shao Ji in the picture was obviously much younger than he is now. He was wearing a black gown, his hair casually draped behind him, his eyes were cold and ruthless, and he was obviously in a rage.
"Shao Ji, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you inherited the position of the patriarch of the family. You are the son of a monster, and you will be a monster for the rest of your life!"
There was also a young man in the picture. He was standing a few meters away from Shao Ji and confronting him, with contempt and unwillingness in his tone.
Seeing this, Lu Ming looked a little embarrassed and said to Shao Ji, "How about I take the small mirror back..."
Shao Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and said, "No need."
Lu Ming had no choice but to shrink himself as much as possible. The two people in the picture had stopped arguing and started fighting. Shao Ji had the upper hand, and the other man could only be beaten, but only about ten minutes later, Shao Ji in the picture suddenly turned pale, and drops of sweat dripped down his forehead. In the end, he couldn't even hold the sword in his hand steadily, and it fell heavily to the ground with a clang.
The young man then thrust the sword in his hand into Shao Ji's heart, then stepped on Shao Ji's face with a smug look on his face, "A waste like you deserves to be killed by me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the small mirror slowly went out. It turned out that the spiritual energy that had just been injected had been exhausted. Lu Ming glanced at Shao Ji and said nothing more. He just silently went forward to pick up the mirror and prepared to leave the room.
Shao Ji looked at Lu Ming's actions and couldn't help laughing. Then he said, "Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"
Lu Ming paused and said calmly: "I thought you didn't want to talk now."
Shao Ji found a stool and sat down, crossed his legs and put them on the table, and said lazily: "You underestimate me too much. It's just a small matter. It won't affect me at all."
Lu Ming turned around and said helplessly: "Then what do you want me to ask you?"
Shao Ji blinked at Lu Ming and asked, "For example, my identity?"
Lu Ming said calmly: "To be honest, I don't care what your identity is. The fact that you have taken care of Fu Shu for so many years is enough to prove your character. However, from the first time I saw you, I knew that you were a demon cultivator."
Shao Ji smiled and said, "I didn't expect that even though I tried to hide my aura, you still found it. I thought an orthodox cultivator like you would be unable to resist the urge to subdue demons and monsters."
Lu Ming smiled back: "Not all monsters are bad, and not all decent people are good. I never doubt that."
Shao Ji glanced at Lu Ming and said, "You are quite different from most of the decent people I have met."
Lu Ming glanced at him and turned to leave. Shao Ji said, "Stop talking nonsense and go and bring Fu Shu here."
Shao Ji sighed helplessly, stood up from the stool resignedly, walked to Fu Shu's room and brought her out.
Lu Ming looked at Fu Shu from a distance, and saw some uneasiness and fear in her eyes. She shrank behind Shao Ji and dared not come forward, so she could only wink at Shao Ji secretly. After Shao Ji received Lu Ming's signal, he immediately turned around and patted Fu Shu's head, softening his voice and comforting her: "Fu Shu, don't be afraid, he won't hurt you."
Fu Shu babbled for a while, and Lu Ming pricked up his ears to listen for a long time but couldn't understand what she said. He could only feel distressed secretly and said to Shao Ji: "You should accompany her, otherwise she will be scared alone."
Shao Ji nodded and pulled Fu Shu to sit on a stool nearby. Seeing that Fu Shu's emotions had temporarily stabilized, Lu Ming took out a small mirror, silently recited a few mantras, and began to extract Fu Shu's memories from twelve years ago.
Because Fushu's brain was damaged, she forgot everything. Although the memories in her brain were not lost, they were buried in the deepest part. Lu Ming continued to inject spiritual energy into the small mirror until sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, and then he barely succeeded.
Fushu in the picture still looked like the girl she was when Luming separated from her. Her long, soft black hair gently fell to her waist, her face was pretty and beautiful, and she was wearing a light blue dress. At this moment, she lowered her eyes, bent down, put her hand into the stream, and carefully washed a silk handkerchief.
But at this moment, a dark shadow suddenly approached her. Fushu seemed to sense danger and turned around abruptly. Before she could react, she was surrounded by a black evil spirit. The black spirit kept rushing in from her seven orifices. Fushu stared at the person in front of her with fear and disbelief in her eyes, and then she fell backwards and fell into the clear stream. Fushu continued to struggle in the stream, but the person on the shore just looked at her coldly and turned away without hesitation. Fushu just watched the other person gradually leave, and finally gave up struggling, closed her eyes and fainted.
The picture suddenly interrupted here. The small peephole suddenly fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the mirror instantly shattered into pieces.
Shao Ji looked up at Lu Ming who was standing not far away with some confusion, only to see that Lu Ming was trembling all over for some reason, his face was pale, and there was pain and disbelief in his black eyes, as if he was suffering a huge blow, just like the expression that Fu Shu had shown in the small mirror.
Shao Ji felt uneasy and stood up quickly to ask Lu Ming what happened. But in the next second, Fu Shu, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly screamed, as if she was crazy, holding her head tightly and crying, "Jing Mo, why did you hurt me!"
When Lu Ming heard Fu Shu's voice, his body shook violently and his vision suddenly became blurred.
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