——Then the world was filled with the poets’ laughter.
“Hoo…Hoo…”
Bamboo flowers and wild grasses are dancing, and the laughter is like falling flowers all over the ground, some falling on the petals, some falling on the shoulders, and some mixed with the moist spring breeze, piercing into the ears of all things, resonating with the throat and chest of the earth and green mountains.
free.
The purple-haired poet is so free.
It seemed as if everything in the world was in the wind, and he was the wind.
"...I think I should follow him." Lu Shen had this idea.
It was like an elusive echo from a distant destiny.
At this moment, there is suddenly hope for the future.
…
Su Mingan touched his earlobe and didn't expect that the heart blood would be so useful. He saw the scene of Si Que and Lu Shen getting acquainted.
Lu Shen was the young master of the Green Bamboo Clan in the Second Era. So, the wandering young master of the Green Bamboo Clan, Xiao Lu, whom Lu Shu met in the Fourth Era, should be a direct descendant of Lu Shen.
Together with the 2021 version of Supervisor Lu Shu, there are already four Lus living under the same roof.
Su Mingan remembered that in the Fourth Era, Lu Shen had pretended to be dead on the World Chessboard in an attempt to get close to him, and had written the words "Butterfly Death" in a very showy way. As a result, in the early Second Era, Lu Shen's temperament was surprisingly pure.
Time is unforgiving. It can turn a quiet and innocent young man into a show-off who plays dead.
"Grandma, are you there?" Lu Shen walked to the wooden house and knocked on the door.
With a creaking sound, an old lady with a cane came out tremblingly: "You are here again."
Lu Shen responded.
This is his grandmother, the only relative who loves him.
"Thank you for your help, Si Que." Lu Shen looked at Su Mingan.
...Trouble me? What should I do?
Su Mingan's expression flickered.
“Ahem… ahem…” The white-haired old lady shook her head: “No need this time. Lord Si Que is busy with all kinds of things. Why should he focus on me? Even if you wipe away the virus again and again, my body is still not good enough.”
Su Mingan understood - it turned out that Si Que was helping Lu Shen's grandmother to dispel the virus and prolong her life.
"Let me try." Su Ming'an took out Sique's purple-gold feather pen and pointed the tip of the pen at the old lady.
In an instant, a few lines of text emerged:
…
【Name: Lv Wenmo】
Age: 87
[Identity: Elder of the Qingzhu Clan (now separated from the clan), Grandma Lu Shen]
[Personality: Gentle and kind]
[Experience: He was a famous war god of the Qingzhu tribe when he was young. He later retired to find a way to cure Lu Shen's illness, but his old injury flared up and he fell ill. He didn't have much time left.]
[Estimated remaining lifespan: 1 day]
…
...Only one day left?
Su Mingan picked up the feather pen and crossed out the words "sick". Just by crossing out four words, he felt his strength draining away.
This is truly "one stroke of life, one stroke of death".
This is different from the rewriting of Siyi in Bairi Floating City. Siyi was written by Si Que, so it was easy to rewrite. But Lv Wenmo is a native of Luowasha, and does not belong to Si Que's pen.
“Shua——”
The old lady in front of me suddenly became radiant with just one stroke of the brush.
"Thank you..." Lv Wenmo's face was filled with shame. She was so dazzling when she was young, but now she had to trouble others to help her survive. In fact, she would rather die, but seeing the joyful expression of her grandson, Lv Shen, she couldn't bear it.
If she died, Lu Shen would be a lonely man in this world, and no one would be able to help him add clothes.
“…No matter how many times I see this kind of scene, I will always be impressed by the magic of the power of creation.” Lv Wenmo praised: “As the first person to master the power of creation, it is you who spread the influence of this power throughout Luowasha, giving everyone the opportunity to pick up a pen.”
At first, when the power of creation first appeared, it was extremely rejected by people and was considered to be the "power of the devil" that would destroy the rigorous and orderly edifice of modern science.
The stubborn conservative class was even more terrified, fearing that this force would break the deeply rooted aristocratic class.
Later, it was Si Que who, amidst the layers of scientific censorship, stood on the high platform of Luowasha with the power of creation, encouraging everyone to create their own stories and fight for a different life. From then on, people were no longer a tiny speck of dust under the gears of society, nor were they "cannon fodder" and "supporting roles" under the feet of the royal family, but people who could rewrite their own stories. Even if you were born in a difficult family, as long as you have enough spiritual energy, you can change your destiny.
Therefore, Si Que is so revered by people.
A magpie, which used to be just food, now stands at the highest point of Rowasha.
He changed the pattern of Lovasa, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the "Asa Aktor" of Lovasa. Although many people still have mixed opinions about him and think that he destroyed science, there are not many.
One can imagine what a heroic period that was.
At this time, Su Mingan lowered his eyes and suddenly found that although the old lady's health had improved a lot, the [estimated remaining life span] displayed was still only one day.
"--elder brother!"
At this moment, the wooden house opened, and a white figure rushed over and ran into Su Mingan's arms. Su Mingan immediately took a half step back, and the girl fell to the ground with a "pa ji".
The girl was lying on the ground in a pancake shape, with her white hair flowing down.
...Is this Si Que’s sister?
Su Mingan stared at the girl's face and was horrified to find out - isn't this Xili?
"Hilary?" Su Ming'an asked tentatively.
"Huh? Brother, why are you suddenly calling my name?" Shirley got up and rubbed his waist.
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