Chapter 594
Chapter 594
Chapter 594
When the fist is released and the weight is relieved, the weight of the brain increases accordingly.
Li Zhuiyuan, no longer blinded by his own involvement, was able to review the entire previous contest.
For a moment, the boy felt a little impatient. Besides being reluctant to leave, he also felt a sense of regret that his fist had been tainted by his actions.
The effect of combining theory with practice is that the conclusion may be correct, but the process of finding the derivative may be completely different.
The Qin family is by no means synonymous with stupidity. In fact, the Qin family members with outstanding talents are exceptionally intelligent. When the Qin family's martial arts are in operation, the brain's function is distributed to every muscle and every energy point in the body, developing a person's fighting instinct to the extreme.
Therefore, from a certain perspective, Runsheng is more like a true member of the Qin family than Uncle Qin. Uncle Qin's mind is not pure, while Runsheng is truly mindless and acts purely on instinct.
As for the traditionally rigid and wooden image of the Qin family, just look at Chen Xiyuan and you'll understand. There have only been a few Chen Xiyuans in the history of the Chen family, but the Qin family has been able to produce a stable number of members. They are used to the power of "domain" or "fist" and are too lazy to care about those trivial matters.
This mock test was of great value to Li Zhuiyuan. Otherwise, if they were to break off relations in the future, even if he could gain a stronger physique than the Qin family warriors, he might still end up like a child wielding a precious sword.
Putting himself aside, Li Zhuiyuan focused his attention on Ming Ningshuang. Combining her reaction and words, he knew that it wasn't the real Ming Ningshuang who had returned, but rather that this great evil spirit had descended more violently than ever before.
It was fate; a bad intention turned into a good deed.
The power of this evil spirit depends on how much of Ming Ning Shuang's original instincts it can revive. The punishment was set too high, causing the instinctive obsession to become too strong...
Through a series of mishaps, despite having no memories of his previous life, he unleashed glimpses of the "previous era" in his battle with himself.
Many people have had this experience: when going to a new place, it feels strangely familiar; when doing something new, it feels like they've done it before.
It is often imperceptible and impossible to investigate deeply; it is the accumulation of past memories, senses, and so on, which is triggered by a certain opportunity to form a response.
This state is destined not to last long; it will become dull and then be completely replaced by a new obsession, that is, a newly born evil spirit.
Li Zhuiyuan's gaze fell on the bright red mark on Ming Ningshuang's chest, which he had punched himself. In comparison, the cuts on her arms that she had made herself were more serious.
The boy turned his head and looked at Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi spoke silently, his lips dry, and his curses were very vulgar.
Li Zhuiyuan could understand. He had a great time fighting, but he had scared Zhao Yi, who was watching from the sidelines, to death, and the way he scared him was completely illogical.
But if you put a little logic into this matter, this whole thing will become uncontrollable.
Instead of using his brain, he made a brilliant move. The original owner must have realized this, so he simply went back to making his own figurines.
Ming Ningshuang: "Hmph... You're deliberately teasing me... You really are... You're still laughing... Stop laughing... Qing'an... Bookworm... Fairy... You're all not allowed to laugh anymore..."
The microcosm of that era is revealed to me in this way, coming from a being with no memory, even more straightforward than Qing'an who has lost his memory.
A bookworm, a fairy.
This was the first time Li Zhuiyuan had heard of these two people.
Ming Ningshuang laid the foundation for a Dragon King's ancestral temple. Did these two also leave behind any legacy in the world?
This "fairy maiden" in particular attracted Li Zhuiyuan's special attention.
Ming Ningshuang, who received the secret to immortality and devoted her affections to Wei Zhengdao... is she actually dead? Is it possible that there is another person similar to her, and she is still alive?
Ming Ningshuang: "Don't go...don't go...the righteous path...where did you go...I'll wait for you...I'll wait for you to come back..."
This is a sign that things are about to end.
The ground beneath her feet began to tremble, and the sword that had been thrown to the ground in a fit of pique was about to return; layers of black energy also rippled around Ming Ningshuang, and the blood on her chest and both arms was gradually turning from red to black.
The process of dulling is underway, and she is about to enter the behavioral logic of a great evil, like a person who becomes a zombie or collapses after death, severing ties with the previous life and forming a brand new individual.
Black mist swirled around Zhao Yi. He was very anxious and hoped that the man surnamed Li would come up with a solution quickly.
The greatest regret of a person is that they die before they've spent all their money, and before they've had a chance to show off their new body. They're truly unwilling to accept it.
But Li Zhuiyuan didn't have any good ideas. He didn't know which scene Ming Ningshuang was resonating with. There were no lines or images. Even if he were to play Wei Zhengdao, he could easily ruin her calm and cause her to break down quickly by saying the wrong thing.
The only thing Li Zhuiyuan can do now is to try his best to prolong this state for her.
The boy stepped forward, trying to make his steps as soft as possible so as not to upset her.
Finally, I successfully met her face to face.
Like Chen Xiyuan, Ming Ningshuang is tall with long legs.
Fortunately, thanks to using Zhao Yi's physique, Li Zhuiyuan is not short now either.
The boy was able to place his right index finger steadily on Ming Ningshuang's brow without jumping or reaching for it.
With his fingertips making contact, Li Zhuiyuan began to absorb the resentment emanating from Ming Ningshuang.
Behind them, the boy, who was sitting cross-legged and fast asleep, looked as if he were having a nightmare, his brows furrowed and his face showing pain.
Deep within his consciousness, the original being, who was sculpting in the basement, looked down and saw water flooding in.
It stepped out of the basement. Outside, the village had become Heze. Above the fishpond, instead of feed hanging down, stood an incredibly thick black pillar, rising from top to bottom.
A true Dragon King, in my current state, let alone controlling its corpse, even absorbing the resentment it generates would be difficult to bear.
The fishpond was already full, and the fish inside were so fat that they were comparable to a cow. They could be seen splashing around everywhere, on the village roads, on the cement bridges, and in the fields.
After watching for only a short while, the water level had already risen to the body's chest, forcing it to come to the second-floor terrace.
As soon as it came up, the water level rose further.
He reached out and summoned the small boat that was originally moored in the fishpond, and stood on the boat.
All around, the rooftops of any buildings were no longer visible; they were all submerged underwater.
Dark shadows kept swimming past beneath the boat; these were fish fry released by the main body itself, and they were already showing signs of transforming into whales.
Li Zhuiyuan could naturally sense the situation deep within his soul; he knew he was about to burst.
Logically, the floodgates should be opened to release the floodwaters, but it's not appropriate to release it into one's own body. This becomes a process of tempering one's physique, turning a borderline situation into a direct one.
Then the only thing that can be released is Zhao Yi's physical body, and it cannot be injected into him. If it is injected into him again, it will be beyond Zhao Yi's control. He can go to the peach grove and learn the zither from Qing An.
Moreover, this flood discharge only provides a slight delay and is of little significance until a better solution is found.
However, at this moment, Li Zhuiyuan discovered that although the level of water deep in his soul was still rising, the speed had obviously slowed down, because the resentment emanating from Ming Ningshuang in reality was slowing down.
A smile appeared on her lips.
……
"No laughing! None of you are allowed to laugh!"
"Alright, I'll stop laughing now. I'll play the zither." Qing'an placed one hand on the zither, her fingertips lightly plucking, producing an even more cheerful sound.
The Confucian scholar said: "Confucius said: 'Is it not pleasant to learn with constant perseverance and application? Is it not delightful to have friends coming from afar? Hahahaha!'"
Fairy: "Give Ning Shuang some face, everyone, stop laughing. The salt is ready, everyone hurry up and get ready, come and drink the salt... *pfft*!"
Ming Ningshuang pursed her lips, her swollen face now only showing red.
The girl was naturally proud and arrogant, and the Ming family's martial arts were skilled in soul manipulation. When she was emotionally agitated, she was prone to developing inner demons.
Even though everyone knew this, they didn't hold back at all and still laughed happily.
Because for this group of people, the thing they are least afraid of and least worried about on their path of cultivation is going astray and becoming possessed by demons.
Wei Zhengdao stepped forward and walked up to Ming Ningshuang.
He raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and gently massaged Ming Ningshuang's brow.
Ming Ningshuang's emotions gradually stabilized.
Qing'an and the scholar were still laughing, but the fairy holding the spoon paused slightly in her smile.
She could tell that Wei Zhengdao did not extract the inner demons from everyone's bodies as he had done in the past. This time, he simply pressed his index finger on Ming Ningshuang's brow.
However, even though it had no real effect, Ming Ningshuang's emotions were actually calmed down by these subtle and intimate gestures.
The fairy picked up the spoon, tasted the soup again, and found it wasn't salty anymore, but it tasted like too much vinegar had been added.
Ming Ningshuang raised her eyes, looked at the man in front of her, and said, "Thank goodness for you."
Wei Zhengdao released four fingers, except for his index finger, and used his palm to block Ming Ningshuang's view, preventing her from seeing the fleeting disgust and pain in his eyes.
He felt disgusted with himself for not rushing to extract her inner demons earlier, instead only making simple fingertip contact.
He was even more disgusted that she had suppressed his inner demons when he hadn't done anything.
Naïve, low-class, disgusting...
The strong repulsion made Wei Zhengdao move his fingers away.
……
Li Zhuiyuan moved his fingers away from Ming Ningshuang's brow.
Taking this opportunity, the boy needs to adjust and release the floodwaters.
Like fuel, it cannot be stored, nor can it be refueled by any machine. If it is spilled around, it will be sucked back by Ming Ningshuang, which is equivalent to polluting the environment. So the only option is to... ignite it.
A strange fire rose from the boy's body, and even his dragon-like physique was visibly drying out.
The one who was most distressed was Zhao Yi.
The body surnamed Li is still taking a nap over there, while it's Zhao Yi's body that's burning. In other words, his injuries after this wave ended are rapidly worsening.
Deep within his consciousness, the original being standing on the boat slowly revealed itself, looking at the pointed rooftops of the village houses.
Even Zhao Yi's dragon body couldn't be burned for too long, otherwise it wouldn't just be severely injured, but reduced to ashes.
The fundamental contradiction of the situation has not been improved; Ming Ningshuang's presence alone poses the greatest threat.
The entity remained silent throughout because it knew its advice would not be adopted by its inner demons.
Zhao Yi has completed his mission and can be discarded like experimental waste. He can then sever his ties with this wave and safely extricate himself.
The inner demon wouldn't do that.
He will hold on until the very last moment, waiting for a possible turning point.
There is a certain probability that a turning point will occur, but even if it does, the author still believes that it is neither advisable nor worth the gamble.
The main body: "Hmm, a turning point has appeared."
in reality.
Ming Ningshuang took a step forward and pressed her forehead against Li Zhuiyuan's fingertips.
……
Ming Ningshuang took a step forward, continuing to let her brow touch Wei Zhengdao's index finger.
"Wait a minute, I haven't suppressed my inner demons yet, I haven't cleared them away completely."
Looking at the girl in front of him with a slightly coquettish tone, especially the trust and dependence revealed in her expression, Wei Zhengdao forced himself to suppress the pain on his face.
He knew this wasn't fake; she wasn't pretending, because she saw herself as her true refuge, a refuge so profound that it could be used to suppress her inner demons.
In other words, Wei Zhengdao was the real inner demon in her heart.
Wei Zhengdao began to retreat.
……
Li Zhuiyuan took a step back. When he realized that Ming Ningshuang would actively seek his fingertips, the young man thought of a way to lure her into the courtyard and suppress her again.
Ming Ningshuang stepped forward again to trace Li Zhuiyuan's fingers.
The boy stepped back, while Ming Ningshuang stepped forward, their fingertips and brows remaining in contact as they began to move.
Zhao Yi, who witnessed this scene, wished he could build a conveyor belt under Li's feet and all the way into the courtyard.
Of course, Zhao Yi also understood that this was just a joke. The man surnamed Li had been very careful when he touched her forehead with his fingertip. Any external, unrelated stimulus would have made this terrifying woman... completely evil.
The movement continues.
Li Zhuiyuan continuously absorbed resentment from Ming Ningshuang's body through his fingertips. The amount was small, and combined with the flood discharge, it was just enough to offset it.
The body gradually changed color as it burned.
Every slight change in color indicates that the injury has progressed to a new level of severity.
The injury can heal, but what will be the price?
Seeing a glimmer of hope that they could successfully weather this storm, Zhao Yi couldn't help but ponder this question.
All the merits he accumulated in this wave and in the past have been wiped out, which means that he is now truly poor, even poorer than the man surnamed Li.
Although the man surnamed Li was held back from distributing his merits by the Heavenly Dao, at least Tan Wenbin and his group could still get some extra money. He, on the other hand, was completely penniless, his pockets were emptied.
So, how should this injury be healed?
Even simple natural treasures, though they might improve his injuries, would take a very long time. Considering the increased frequency of his current surges... he needs to find corresponding opportunities to exchange for time, and they must be plentiful, effective, and quick to take effect. Otherwise, he'll have to walk the river on a stretcher for the next surge.
No, there's no one left to carry the stretcher. The Liang sisters are too old, Xu Ming is limp as a mush, and only A Jing is still lively and energetic. He has to carry all four of them to cross the river.
We need to accumulate merit.
The first person that came to Zhao Yi's mind was Chen Xiyuan. She was a greedy girl who would wave goodbye to the restaurant owner to spread good karma whenever she ate something delicious.
Then there's Yayoi. Yayoi is currently busy making money by contracting the Langshan Temple, so it seems that her merits are of little use.
Luo Xiaoyu is easy to fool.
In this way, the second, third, and fourth teams stationed in Nantong can all borrow them.
The problem is, judging from the remaining distance between the place surnamed Li and the courtyard, Zhao Yi felt that the merit he needed to heal his wounds would be a bottomless pit.
Does this mean that after borrowing domesticated animals, we have to go and borrow those free-range animals?
Ah, the man surnamed Li is the one who makes others live a life of luxury, earning their complete respect and becoming the undisputed Dragon King in their hearts.
Then you will become a reverse creditor, because you owe everyone a debt of good deeds. They are afraid that your debts will be wiped out when you die, so they all avoid you and make you the creditor dragon king.
Zhao Yi felt that it might be more effective to directly flatter Grandpa Li.
The problem is that Grandpa Li's niche has been eliminated; even the apprenticeship slot has been taken by Yayoi.
Halfway there, the body Li Zhuiyuan was using had turned white and wrinkled, and from the outside it looked like it was severely aged.
Ming Ningshuang, on the other hand, has been steadily following along.
She asked:
"Without you, how can I suppress my inner demons?"
Li Zhuiyuan hadn't planned to answer. She had previously told herself that it wouldn't matter if she didn't answer, but this time, it seemed that the lack of a response was intensifying her resentment.
This requires an answer.
Li Zhuiyuan glanced at the small courtyard out of the corner of his eye.
The courtyard was not sealed off by any formations. During that period of immortality, it was Ming Ningshuang who forcibly suppressed herself with her own beliefs.
Li Zhuiyuan: "When you become the Dragon King, you can suppress your inner demons with the Dragon King's beliefs."
……
"Without you, how can I suppress my inner demons?"
Faced with this relentless questioning, Wei Zhengdao gave his answer:
“Those with great perseverance and strong beliefs can suppress everything. For example, if they become Dragon Kings, they can even suppress the martial arts world, let alone this inner demon?”
Perhaps sensing something amiss with the two figures moving back and forth, the scholar spoke up, steer the conversation back on track:
"Therefore, if others practice Ning Shuang's current cultivation method, it is easy for problems to occur. Ning Shuang, I suggest that you do not pass on this cultivation method to your family."
Otherwise, even if you never marry or have children in your life, your Ming family will still produce many, many more Ming Ningshuangs who are just like you, with terrible tempers.
Fairy: "Ning Shuang is the hope of the entire Ming family. She didn't light a lamp but instead followed the righteous path and walked the river like us. The family is already furious. If we don't offer her some substantial benefits, will she ever be able to return to the Ming family?"
The scholar said, "If the Ming family knew of our existence, and if they knew who we worshipped, they would probably be less angry. It's a pity that not only the Ming family doesn't know, but the entire martial arts world doesn't know either. I'm afraid that even after we finish traveling across the river, no one will know about this history."
The scholar patted the book in his hand lightly as he spoke, and sighed:
"It is only passed down orally, and there is no written record of it."
Fairy: "So, we still need to leave something for the family, something to remember them by."
"Troublesome, so troublesome." Qing An waved his long sleeves, his long hair flowing freely. "What do I need a family for? I just feel that one person, one cup of wine, and a peach grove are enough for this life!"
The scholar said, "Indeed, with your temperament, Qing'an, you could live like this for a thousand years without ever getting tired of it."
Qing An shook his head: "If it really is a thousand years, hehehe, I won't get tired of it, but I'm afraid the peach grove will get tired of me."
Ming Ningshuang: "Zhengdao, may I give my cultivation technique to my family?"
Wei Zhengdao: "You decide for yourself."
Ming Ningshuang: "These are yours."
Wei Zhengdao said, "Since it's been given away, it's yours now."
Ming Ningshuang: "How could I possibly accept this?"
The scholar said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. These are just martial arts manuals; we've almost overflowed them in our cave."
Qing'an: "Then tell him to stop stealing."
The scholar said sternly, "Can a scholar's actions be called stealing?"
Qing'an: "Heh."
The scholar said, "Alas, now, after each wave ends, just taking out those books to air them out and prevent them from getting infested with insects makes me sweat profusely."
Qing'an: "Who told you to cherish books so much? In my opinion, it's better to let them get wormed and riddled with holes. After all, incomplete books are more in line with the style."
The Confucian scholar said, "I'm afraid that future generations who read this book will be so angry that they'll stomp their feet and curse."
Qing'an: "What right do people who can't even deduce the complete fragments have to look at the books we left behind? It's like a summer insect trying to explain ice—a complete waste."
The scholar said, "You make it sound so easy. How many people in this world are like us, and how many are like him? Even if you wait in the peach grove for a thousand years, you will not see another one like him."
Qing An: "Bookworm, this is the second time you've cursed me today."
The scholar said, "May you live a long and healthy life."
Qing'an: "I, Qing'an, only need to live for a hundred years. If I live too long, I'll become neither human nor ghost, my tongue will atrophy, and the wine won't taste good."
Fairy Maiden: "Qing'an, are you targeting me?"
Qing An glanced at Wei Zhengdao but didn't say anything.
Fairy: "I seek the method of immortality through the righteous path, in order to preserve the life-giving Gu. The Gu path is like the human heart; without the supreme Gu to suppress it, the Gu path will go astray."
Qing An: "Who knows if you're using the Longevity Technique on the Life Gu or the Love Gu?"
Upon hearing this, the scholar picked up his pen, turned the page, and urged, "There's more to the story? Tell me quickly so I can write it down. Which man in the world will our new Queen Mother favor?"
Fairy: "Your spiced rotten beans for today are gone."
The scholar exclaimed, "Oh dear, how can that be? You'd be killing me!"
Ming Ningshuang: "The secret to immortality? Fairy, I want one too."
The fairy looked at Wei Zheng and said, "His."
Ming Ningshuang continued to press Wei Zhengdao: "I don't care, I want it too. Let's see how long you can keep going in circles with me."
Wei Zhengdao: "Her."
Ming Ningshuang: "Fairy Maiden!"
Fairy: "Alright, alright, here you go."
The scholar said, “Ning Shuang, you must be careful. Just pass on this technique, but don’t pass on the Longevity Method. Little Ning Shuang is already troublesome enough; don’t let her create a whole bunch of bad-tempered evil spirits.”
Ming Ningshuang: "Bookworm, believe me or not, I'll tear your mouth apart!"
The Confucian scholar said, "I am speaking out for the common people!"
Ming Ningshuang: "Then I'll go tear your book to shreds!"
The scholar said, "I wish that a thousand years from now, your family will become a prominent clan of the Dragon King."
Ming Ningshuang: "That's more like it."
Qing'an: "So you're going against your conscience?"
The Confucian scholar said, "Haven't you heard the righteous way say that only the Dragon King can suppress this inner demon? The Ming family will either become the Dragon King's family or the family of madmen."
Qing An: "Sigh, I don't understand you guys. You all think so far ahead. Even Sun Baishen, the guy I met last time who pretended to be a bodhisattva and walked the world to help all living beings, was more pure in his six senses than you."
The Confucian scholar said, "Is there really anyone in this world who is completely free from worldly desires? Even a true Bodhisattva is probably just like that."
Qing An smiled, picked up his wine glass again, glanced at where Wei Zhengdao was standing, and said calmly:
"some."
……
Li Zhuiyuan stepped backward across the threshold and stood in the courtyard.
We're just one step away from success.
But Ming Ningshuang stopped when she stepped over the threshold with one foot.
Despite Li Zhuiyuan's repeated attempts to move his fingers away, she remained unmoved.
The courtyard gate and walls, as if they had lost their owner, immediately fell into disrepair.
The door and wall plaster peeled off completely at this very moment, and the previous bloody handprints and scratches had disappeared. However, the passage of time had already left its mark. When the outer layer fell off, the bright red marks inside were so dazzling and rich that they looked like blood was flowing from a sore.
The resentment within Ming Ningshuang erupted most violently, instantly engulfing the entire area beneath the dome.
Zhao Yi, who was standing by the courtyard gate, was swept away with great force. After landing, his skinless body resembled a blood-soaked slab, being violently rubbed against the ground.
Even so, Zhao Yi still took the initiative to put his feet on the ground, change his gliding direction, draw a bloody red line on the ground, and move to Li Zhuiyuan who was sitting cross-legged.
Ignoring the possibility of further injury, Zhao Yi channeled the last bit of black mist he possessed around the boy's body to protect Li Zhuiyuan's physical form from attack.
Now that things have come to this, he's too lazy to regret or argue anymore. He knows that the man surnamed Li could have simply abandoned him and left safely.
If that guy surnamed Li were to leave now, he wouldn't complain at all; he'd done his best.
Zhao Yi had taken the initiative to join the gambling table, and he had also agreed to the increased stakes. He had done his best to cover his losses, and he, Zhao Yi, could afford to lose.
Madness gradually surfaced in Ming Ningshuang's eyes. No matter how carefully Li Zhuiyuan had protected her before, he could not withstand the stimulation of the long-term suppression of this small courtyard on Ming Ningshuang.
Of course, this sudden detachment wasn't such a coincidence; it was as if an invisible hand reached out at the most crucial moment and gently pushed it away.
After all, people like to call such near-misses, where success is just one step away from being achieved, "divine will."
Li Zhuiyuan's only chance of survival right now is to leave this soon-to-be-burning body, return to his own body, and then... escape.
The boy did not do that.
This is an experiment, a trial. What I fear most, what I dread most, and what I must face is fate.
Admittedly, I am not qualified to formally challenge it yet. The so-called warning is more like a child rolling in the mud before hugging you, trying to get you dirty too.
But there was one who had succeeded, although his success was somewhat distorted, he did indeed cause the Heavenly Dao to act erratically when dealing with him.
When you encounter a problem that is beyond your syllabus, the best option is to look at the notes of a senior student.
And here, the only thing related to him is...
Li Zhuiyuan's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the inside of the threshold, right at his feet—the marriage certificate.
Besides Ming Ningshuang, the marriage certificate also clearly showed the name "Wei Zhengdao".
Li Zhuiyuan was not naive enough to believe that Wei Zhengdao had already arranged everything; if Heaven's will was not working, then Wei Zhengdao's will naturally not work either.
If Wei Zhengdao had been able to calculate things so meticulously, he wouldn't have regretted that the treatment was too late, wouldn't have had so many regrets, and wouldn't have ended up relying on his great-grandfather's medicine to successfully send him to his death.
He used a secret technique to briefly awaken Ming Ningshuang, leaving behind that spiritual thought. It was by no means intentional or arranged. He simply didn't take that little spiritual thought seriously. He probably thought it was quite nice to leave it here to accompany Ming Ningshuang's remains.
Just as Li Zhuiyuan initially planned, he intended to keep that spiritual thought under guard in Siyuan Village, to protect the tomb.
To fight it, we must first break free from preconceived notions, conspiracy theories, and fatalism.
Otherwise, you will never be able to escape its grasp and will only be endlessly circling within its aesthetics.
Zhao Yi, who was covered in blood, discovered that a strong golden light was projected from the black mist he used to wrap around Li Zhuiyuan's body. It was the lotus mark between Li's eyebrows, which represented the Bodhisattva's status, that was flashing.
Unseen by Zhao Yi, dense golden threads clung to the boy's entire body, a desperate attempt at causal deduction, a game of strategy against the final, crucial question of this test.
Inside the courtyard, Li Zhuiyuan raised his foot and stepped on the marriage certificate.
The flames on his dragon body had not yet died down and were still burning. This action caused the flames to ignite the marriage certificate beneath his feet.
Li Zhuiyuan raised his head and looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the dome, actively seeking to meet the gaze of that higher being.
Wei Zhengdao did not make any arrangements for this, but someone else did.
What is Ming Ningshuang's purpose in suppressing herself here for so long? She is waiting for the day when Wei Zhengdao will return and take her away.
Why did the Ming family in history demolish everything around them, but leave this small courtyard untouched? Because this was the place their great-aunt had prepared for her... her wedding!
Your punishment of me was to make Ming Ningshuang's instincts revive even more, so I will help you to revive them even more.
As the marriage certificate burned, blood gushed out from the door and walls, quickly staining the surrounding bricks and tiles as well as all the furnishings in the courtyard, turning the lanterns and window paper red. In an instant, the entire courtyard was transformed into a festive and joyous place.
……
Wei Zhengdao stood outside the threshold, looking at Ming Ningshuang, whom he had awakened and brought out, now standing inside the threshold:
"Ning Shuang, go back first and wait for me for a while. After I find out where I died, I will come back to take you to be buried with me."
……
Li Zhuiyuan stood inside the threshold and addressed Ming Ningshuang, who was on the verge of completely losing control, standing outside:
“Ming Ningshuang, come in first. I have found the place where he died. I will take you back and bury you with him on the same straw mat.”
Ming Ningshuang lifted her foot and stepped over the threshold.
The seal is complete!
(End of this chapter)