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Chapter 1324: One Thousand Three Hundred and Eighteen · Devil Line · "Sister Si Que."

Leaving the banquet hall, the shadows of the trees gradually become denser, a cloud of moisture hits your face, and quiet little wooden houses stand in a row.

A figure stood quietly among the flowers.

The man had white hair and green eyes, and was wearing a verdant Chinese-style buttoned suit with golden plum blossoms on the collar and cuffs. He had a tall and slender figure, and the joints of his fingers were clearly visible.

At just one glance, Su Mingan felt familiar, and his heart tightened in an instant - is this person Si Que's sister?

Looks like the genders don't match.

The man who led the way beside him bowed and said, "Greetings, young master."

"Yeah." The white-haired young man responded and looked at Su Mingan:
"…Long time no see, Si Que."

At this moment, Su Mingan's [Heart Blood (Red Level)] was triggered.

……

[Heart Blood (Red Level, Evolvable): "The fifty Fire Bearers have finally arrived on their way home - Mr. Su Mingan, you are our destination and miracle."

Physical defense value: 5 points

Mental defense value: 5 points

Passive Skill (Utopia): From now on, you can retrieve history through personal experience (methods of retrieving history include but are not limited to: touching antiques, studying ancient paintings, listening to folk songs of the old times, consulting the few people whose memories have not been erased, exploring ruins, etc.), and store history in your mind. This storage is permanent. 】

……

This was the first time this equipment had been triggered since entering the eleventh world. Su Mingan had a basic understanding of the triggering mechanism—it would only be triggered when it involved very important people or important history.

At the moment of triggering, he saw the picture.

……

This seems to be a scene from many years ago.

Si Que was wearing a single-sided brown and yellow linen cloth with a white cross-collar that revealed a small portion of his chest, looking like a bard.

As he passed by the hillside, he saw a man lying on the hillside.

"...Stranger, why are you lying here?" Si Que asked.

The white-haired young man was lying in tatters, with messy hair, scars all over, and coughing up blood. But his eyes were as peaceful as the wilderness, as if the wind blew and the world changed with it.

"…Because I'm going to die." The white-haired young man put his hands on his chest and replied calmly: "I have a serious illness and no one will save me."

He was quite calm and seemed to have accepted death.

"How do you know there's no one here?" Si Que squatted down.

"...You want to save me?" The white-haired young man raised his eyes slightly. Could a stranger passing by be so kind?
"I won't save you." Si Que smiled and plucked some wild flowers from the surrounding hillsides and placed them on the chest of the white-haired young man. This flower is called "bamboo leaf flower", and its petals are shaped like bamboo leaves. It can be seen everywhere in Luowasha and is the most common and tenacious flower species.

The white-haired young man didn't understand what he meant.

"Your posture is quite standard. If you add these flowers, you will look like a very beautiful dead person." Si Que said, "Just keep this posture."

After saying that, he waved his hand and walked downstairs.

"...Wait a minute." The white-haired young man sat up. The death in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly felt unwilling. Si Que's seemingly playful action inexplicably aroused his desire to survive.

If he died in this manner, his enemies would probably point at his corpse in the same way.

Waiting for death peacefully is fake, living is meaningful. Even if it is humiliating, even if it is asking for help...

"... Save me." The white-haired young man stumbled down, and due to his unsteady steps, he bumped into Si Que's shoulder, but he still weakly repeated: "... Please save me."

Si Que didn't look back: "I'm not a good man, nor am I anyone's savior. What can you bring me if I save you?"

The white-haired young man thought for a moment and said, "I am the young master of the Qingzhu clan, Lu Shen. I was expelled from the clan. When I return, I will be your helper... No matter who you are, I will follow you."

Si Que shrugged: "I don't think highly of a mere Qingzhu tribe."

"As a member of the Green Bamboo Clan, I will shed my skin constantly. If you save me, you can eat me." Lu Shen judged his own flesh and blood in the form of a transaction and crushed his dignity into the mud.

Si Que remained unmoved upon hearing this: "I'm not interested in eating you, but the other way around is fine."

Lu Shen blinked, almost thinking he had heard it wrong.

Si Que changed the subject: "...How about this, you make a contract with me to follow me for life. You have to promise that you will not disobey me, disobey me, hurt me, or betray me."

Lu Shen made the contract as he was told, and Si Que fulfilled his promise - Si Que took out a feather pen and wrote a few words on Lu Shen's body, and Lu Shen's illness suddenly healed.

"...Are you a god?" Lu Shen opened his eyes wide. He felt that only a god could do such a magical thing.

The bard smiled, his golden eyes were bright and burning, like a pair of god's eyes, but without the coldness, indifference, and indifference of a god. The smile in his eyes made people feel...

He is in the world.

With arms outstretched, he seemed to embrace the flowers all over the hills, and bamboo leaves fluttered. The bard's eyes were the same color as the sunlight, and he casually said something extremely wanton and wild, shocking Lu Shen's heart:

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"——God is nothing but the ink of my pen."

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And the world is in his palm.

At this moment, Lu Shen seemed to be hit by a strong turbulence, and an unprecedented sense of confusion flew in his heart. He was like a beast that had been imprisoned for a long time, and suddenly saw a bird flying high in the cage. The bird's two little paws fell on the iron bars, and it laughed mockingly towards the sky, and its laughter was as bright as fire.

——Then the world was filled with the poets’ laughter.

"Huh...huh..."

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:
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【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 days]

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...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.

"Shh-"

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 time, 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.

There is a purple-gold hexagram on her forehead - this is the symbol of the Rin clan.

Su Mingan remembered that Xili was a member of the previous generation of the Lin tribe, which means that in the Second Era, Xili was a member of the contemporary Lin tribe, and Si Que was her brother.

The Rin tribe had three children. Si Que was the elder brother, Xi Li was the younger sister, and there should be a youngest one—the newborn Rin tribe member kidnapped by the black-robed man, who was the youngest brother.

"When will you take me out to play?" Ashley whispered.

Her eyes were wet, like a pale puppy's. On the surface, she looked calm, as if it didn't matter if she was rejected, but the expectation in her eyes could not be ignored.

"Let's do it another day." Su Mingan said.

"Oh." Ashley's eyes were still bright: "When is the other day?"

Su Mingan coughed dryly.

Shirley was so clingy in the Second Age, but he became silent and invisible in the Fourth Age. I don’t know what he went through.

"Where are you taking me to play?" Ashley asked relentlessly.

"All is fine." Su Mingan said.

Xili's hand swept Su Ming'an's shoulder, and a few wild flowers fell to the ground. She thought for a moment and said, "The tsang flowers on the Greer Plain are blooming very well recently. Can you take me to see them?"

"Okay...wait a minute." Su Ming'an smelled the scent of the Möbius strip. This small trap was no longer difficult for him. He decisively refused: "No."

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise it would have been reflected in the Fourth Era, and Xili's words "You promised to take me to see the sea of ​​flowers" would have been included. He couldn't dig a hole for himself.

What a ridiculous little Ouroboros.