Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 73 Who is calling me
Lu Mingfei has read all the martial arts in the world, and naturally he has some experience in creating the sky pile first, and then creating the law.

Let's talk about creating Dharma, Shi is just learning from the strengths and weaknesses of the Dharma inherited from Lingbao Shushan and Wanjian, and smelting it in one furnace, it only consumes more energy, but it is not difficult.

He supervised the students standing upright, took pens, ink, paper and inkstones, unfolded and pressed the paperweights, and concentrated on writing.

There was "Tian Shui" handed down from time to time in Kyushu, but it is a pity that the calligraphy has not been very good. This has always been Lu Mingfei's regret.

Now that he wants to rest his mind, he chose calligraphy, hoping that his handwriting will be more exquisite in the future, and he will be satisfied if he can match his attainments in Danqing.

In the evening, I collected the paper and pen, and took yesterday's homework with me to bid farewell to all the students. Lu Mingfei boarded the bus at the door and got off at Laojingxiang.

On the road, middle school students in blue and white school uniforms can be seen whizzing by on bicycles. Occasionally, there are shy girls in canvas shoes sitting in the back seat of boys. Lu Mingfei stared at them until the uncle of the traffic police stopped them. He bowed his head in embarrassment to be scolded, and he smiled gratifiedly.

Go upstairs, in the left room on the third floor, use the key to open the door.

The house is old, and there was a creaking sound when the door was opened. Lu Mingfei squinted his eyes, and the clean and simple furnishings came into view.

The mottled white walls are a little yellowed, and you can see the yellow traces left by the tape. Judging from the outline, it should be that the certificates have been pasted. There are dense rows. I think the children of the residents who used to come to this room are very proud of their parents.

Lu Mingfei put the bag on the bed, took out the copybook and dried it in the shade, and walked around the room again.

There are also flashing stickers of Ultraman and Saiyan on the wall, which have faded with time, but Ultraman is Ultraman, and he is still so powerful.

Lu Mingfei caressed the stickers with his fingers, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

There seemed to be a child wearing an Ultraman plastic mask in front of him, with his hands crossed, imagining that he was emitting light, and dubbing the sound with his mouth.

This is where he will live for the next few months.

Mai Shutoku was still frowning when he found this place. He suggested whether to repaint the wall, and it would be fine in three days.

Lu Mingfei refused.

He thinks these are very good, it is a place to live.

Speaking of renting a house, it was really interesting. The landlord was an old man with a smile like a Maitreya Buddha. When we found him, the old man was shaking a cattail fan and basking in the sun. Hearing that Lu Mingfei and Jiu De Mai wanted to rent a house, they laughed and laughed, and asked them clearly. It's not a couple. This house is just that after Lu Mingfei lived alone, he chatted with Jiu De Mai for an hour. He had a handsome nephew, girl, would you like to try it?

Can this also be tried?
It was the first time Jiutoku Mai had been a ninja for so many years, and it was the first time that she felt so difficult. In her opinion, the combat power of the Chinese uncle was comparable to that of a full-armed company in the Middle East.

Thinking of Jiude Mai's face at that time, Lu Mingfei wanted to laugh.

Speaking of which, the old man is also a wonderful person, Lu Mingfei's situation should be calculated carefully, he should have run away from home, and naturally he didn't have his ID card, so the old man waved his hand and said something.

"Need not!"

"I rent a house, and I never look at any certificate or card!"

The uncle pointed proudly.

"Damn it, just our eyes."

Shaking his head and not thinking too much, Lu Mingfei stood in front of the window, looked out, and saw the sunflowers blooming brilliantly in the attic opposite.

He likes these flowers, and seeing them reminds him of a grand sun, so he looks for a house where he can see the sunflowers.

It was only later that I discovered that these sunflowers were not planted in flower pots, but in various bottles and cans, including Wahaha mineral water bottles owned by farmers, as well as Coke and Sprite bottles.

People who live in a place like the attic must have a very hard life. There is no decent flowerpot, which also shows this. A plastic flowerpot costs two or three yuan, so I am willing to do so.

Even so, you still need to plant flowers, maybe use the leftover plastic bottles that you can't bear to throw away as flower pots, and plant them so full that your eyes will be filled with warm golden color.

Lu Mingfei suddenly became very curious about the people living in the attic.

What kind of person will it be?
He suddenly remembered the beginning of the movie "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory". The protagonist's father who worked in the factory secretly left broken waste parts and gave them as gifts to his son who lived in the attic when he got home. This kind of behavior lasted for a year, or two years, and then the little boy used the waste products from the assembly line to build a castle the size of a dining table, with garden spires and lawns, which was beautiful.

You see, they all live in the attic, one builds a castle out of waste, and the other grows flowers and plants out of waste. Goodness and greatness don’t mean that you can’t live with a car in a garage or a dozen houses. No, it’s beautiful and great. Just depends on your soul.

The strange thing is that the people living in the attic closed the curtains so tightly that not even a ray of light could penetrate.

I planted such a warm flower as sunflower, but blocked the sun.

Could it be that this person wants to appreciate sunflowers at night?
Lu Mingfei thought.

He shook his head again.

Maybe it's just that they just weren't home.

He stretched his body, walked around the room, and went into the bathroom. The equipment is well-equipped, toothbrushes and towels are all newly bought. I don’t know if it was intentional or unintentional. The tags were not removed, and the prices were written on them, all of which were cheap. , Lu Mingfei looked at it and chuckled.

Without a kitchen, Lu Mingfei didn't even think about cooking by himself. He brewed wine well, but cooking was really messed up.

There is a white socket on the bedside table. Lu Mingfei charges the phone. This smart phone is good for everything, but the electricity runs too fast. He remembers that his uncle used to have a Nokia that lasted for a week on a single charge. It's no good, it's almost bottomed out in a long time, he looks flustered, and wonders if something is broken and there is a problem, the electricity is not spent at all.

The orange-red sunset could still be seen in front of the window, so Lu Mingfei stood still here, posing as a sky-opening pile, and accompanied by the neighbors' parents in Laojingxiang, he started to stand.

It was also after he entered meditation that the screen of the mobile phone on the bedside table automatically turned on, and a green program download interface appeared, and the progress bar was as long as a snail crawling.

Five hours later, Lu Mingfei slowly opened his eyes, and the faint golden light flickered on and off.

He is trying to control the blood of the mixed race, perhaps because of the aftereffects of a trip to Kyushu. As a warrior, the power that cannot be fully controlled is always disturbing.

Lu Mingfei still remembered the dragon-like personality that the little devil said, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a time bomb, bloodthirsty and violent, he is not such a person.

He already had some experience in controlling the blood, and it was a coincidence. Lu Mingfei used martial arts to suppress the dragon's blood. It is somewhat inappropriate to use the word control for such behavior, but Lu Mingfei never thought of it. Do something with dragon blood.

It is enough for him to have martial arts.

And in the final analysis, Lu Mingfei trusts the martial arts he has cultivated step by step more than the dragon's blood that is obtained for nothing. It is even possible that he is more willing to give up the dragon's blood and simply take the martial arts all the way.

It was eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and there were no clouds in the sky. It was a good weather for admiring the moon.

Lu Mingfei saw that the curtains of the attic opposite were still closed, the lights were not turned on, and there was no one there.

Did you not come back?

he thinks.

Still have to work at night?

While thinking about it, I heard a cold female voice sounding beside the bed.

He didn't notice it.

That's what the female voice said.

"Yama."

(End of this chapter)