[March 29, 00:30]
The night is dark and the moon is alone in the sky.
There are long rows of citron trees, gurgling streams, and the night wind blows through the lush green, stirring up the sounds of pine and bamboo.
The gatekeeper of the ancient martial arts family yawned while holding a lantern.
"I'm done with my duty, and I'm going to go back to sleep..." The gatekeeper looked at the empty door, feeling sleepy. He had never seen anyone provoke the ancient martial arts family, unless they were really brave.
Suddenly.
A thin and slender white shadow appeared outside the door, holding a long sword at an angle, like a ghost.
The night wind blew through the pine and bamboo trees, rustling them. The mottled shadows of the trees were reflected on his white hair and settled in his slightly dark eyes.
The rich and powerful stood before us, and the ancient buildings were stacked up in layers, with the sound of gurgling streams. The tallest building was filled with overlapping figures and brightly lit.
...Many years ago, it was also a night like this. The young man escaped from the dead, and his life fell into the abyss since then. The happiness in the past was like a dream that did not belong to him.
He remembered that Su Mingan said "let's go together", so he had sent Su Mingan a team invitation. As long as Su Mingan accepted, he could be teleported over.
“You are…” The gatekeeper looked pale when he saw Lu Shu’s face.
“Are they all inside?” Lu Shu looked towards the brightly lit buildings.
He once asked this group of people to tell the truth about the extermination of the Lu family after the end of the tenth world. If they dared to conceal it or put forward a scapegoat to fool him...
The long-buried haze gradually emerged in his eyes, and the familiar paranoia returned again. His expression at this moment was just like the expression of the Fourth World when it learned of Su Mingan's death, with a gloom and hatred that was almost like mud.
He had walked with Su Mingan and the others in the sunshine for too long, but he had never forgotten his past. The darkness was simply buried deep in his heart and never disappeared.
“Lead the way.” Lu Shu thrust his sword forward.
…
When Lu Shu's team invitation came, Su Ming'an was checking Lu Shu's [Memory Fragments] and had not seen the team invitation yet.
The moment the memory fragments were touched, Su Mingan saw a lush forest. The morning mist was floating in the fragmented sunlight, filled with a moist natural scent after the rain.
This is Mount Taihua.
"--Who are you?"
A slightly hoarse boy's voice came from behind.
Su Mingan didn't expect that he would be discovered as soon as he landed. He turned around and saw a black-haired boy about twelve or thirteen years old standing against a tree trunk, with long slanted eyebrows, bright pupils, narrow cheeks, and a thin look.
The red butterfly rested on the boy's fingertips, like a drop of cinnabar dotted in black and white. The boy stared at Su Mingan, as silent as an ink painting.
His eyebrows were not gloomy, and his black and white pupils seemed to have been washed by clear water, like a flowing spring.
——The young man is as gentle as jade, as if he walked out of an ancient painting.
This was the first time Su Mingan saw Lu Shu's childhood. Although he had expected that there would be a huge difference between him and now, he didn't expect it to be this big.
But in fact, he could still see the future Lu Shu through the boy of today. It was enough to predict... how tragic the growth process was, which reshaped the child who should have grown up happily.
"I am..." Su Mingan hesitated.
Before he could say anything, the boy cupped his hands.
"No need to explain your identity. Grandpa taught me how to recognize people. You look like a good person." The young man said softly, "You are a stranger. This place is not open to tourists. You must be here to ask for help from the ancient martial arts family. My home is not far away. Do you want to come and rest? I can make you a pot of Biluochun, which I just learned."
Then, the boy smiled. It was a smile that was neither awkward nor forced, without a trace of gloom, but bright and sunny.
The sunlight fell through the bamboo leaves and flowed into the green eyes that looked like clear tea. The boy seemed like an ancient prince of the Dragon Kingdom living in modern times, with a mist that was incompatible with the secular world.
Su Mingan could only nod.
They walked down the mountain step by step, stepping on the rustling leaves.
"This is Xiaohong, my first insect." The young man touched the butterfly with his fingers. "My family is a new family. Because we mastered the skills of raising insects, we became a family among the ancient martial arts. Most of the ancient martial arts families are families that have been passed down from generation to generation. They master some of the ancient inheritances of the Dragon Kingdom that have been almost lost since the Tang Dynasty, such as divination, water floating, and qigong. My family specializes in insect control."
"I've never heard of this." Su Ming'an brushed away the branches and leaves above his head. He had always thought that there were no such things in the modern world, and everything was very scientific.
"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. You regard everything outside of science as feudal superstition, but that's not the case." The young man shook his head: "In the five thousand years of history of this great country, there are so many technologies and histories that you can't touch. These secret inheritances only happen within the family. You outsiders can only see what's under the camera, so naturally you won't know."
"Information cocoon." Su Mingan understood.
"Huh? What cocoon? I have a cocoon at home." The boy's eyes showed a bit of astonishment. It was obvious that he had never heard of the Internet buzzwords. He really seemed to have walked out of an ancient painting, isolated from the world.
If it weren't for the world game, Su Mingan, who lived in the modern city, and this elegant young man raised by an ancient martial arts family would never have met each other in their lives. Their worlds were completely two parallel lines. Su Mingan would not leave the prosperous city, and Lu Shu would not leave the mountains.
But... they met.
The disaster of exterminating his entire family and the torture of illness made Lu Shu decide not to let go of Su Ming'an from the first moment he saw her. Otherwise, he would never be able to avenge his hatred until his death.
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