From Kowloon's Inheritance

Chapter 210 Gourd
You came!
It's just three plain words, but it seems like a thousand mountains and rivers, like an endless distance.

"Father, are you still alive?" Li Mu asked.

"Alive, it should be alive!" Father said.

Li Mu said: "What kind of method is this?"

My father said: "I left a spiritual imprint on the tiger's eyes. Outsiders can't notice the slightest abnormality when looking at the tiger's eyes. Only you, looking at the tiger's eyes, will enter the spiritual space I built. !"

One flower, one world, one night, one Bodhi.

Taking a trace of spiritual branding as the foundation and developing it into a spiritual space, this method is mysterious and mysterious, and the reason behind it is hard to put into words.

"Mother, are you still alive?" Li Mu asked again.

Father was silent for a moment, then said, "Dead!"

"died!"

My father said: "Those people with great luck, the lives of people around them are not very good, and they often control their parents and their mothers. I was born not long ago, and my father passed away, and my mother died when I was seven years old!"

"Later, when I arrived at my uncle's house, my uncle's house encountered a nightmare again; later, I met your mother, and your mother's house also suffered a catastrophe because of me. I seemed to be a moving natural disaster. Wherever I walked, there would be doom. There is a disaster!"

"Later, your mother gave birth to you, and passed away not long after. You were just born, and your body was very thin, like a monkey, small and weak, and you often fell ill. It seemed that you almost died several times. Nourish your body, and you barely survive!"

"I've lived to the age of four, but I still can't speak. I'll find you all kinds of elixir, pills, etc. to nourish your body, but you're still very thin!"

Rubbling on, at this moment, father is no longer a peerless strong man, but just a handy father.

Recalling the past, Li Mu thought of his childhood memories. At that time, he was really weak and often fell ill. In his memory, his father was clumsy and his neighbor's daughter-in-law took care of him.

"When I was seven years old, I decided to feign death and leave. My father's life is too hard. If you continue to be with me, you may not live to be ten years old... Sure enough, after my father left you, your health recovered Many of them are still stupid, but gradually grow up!"

"Every year, I just look at you from a distance, not daring to get too close... for fear of affecting your luck!"

Li Mu asked, "Father, am I the son of luck?"

"You are not!" The father was silent, with a strange expression, and said: "You are not the child of luck, you are just a waste material. When you were born, your constitution was weak, and you are a waste material. I found some elixir for you. After taking it, it turned out to be useless; if ordinary people take these elixir, it is enough to become a top genius!"

It turns out that I'm really not a genius, I'm really a good-for-nothing.

Father said: "The so-called sons of luck seem to occupy the luck of an era, but once the luck is exhausted, the ending will be very miserable. Many sons of luck, in the eyes of some old immortals, are harvested crops In my eyes, when you grow up, marry three daughters-in-law and plant a thousand acres of land, this is a happy life. Traveling in the rivers and lakes, fighting and killing, is actually boring and boring , There is a comfortable place to bask in the sun!"

"By the way, son, I left you three gifts, hidden in the old house, you can go and find one or two!"

"Gift, what good thing is it?" Li Mu's eyes lit up.

"It's a top-notch treasure, but it's useless to you!" Father said, "You've eaten a lot of such treasures in the past, and your mouth was tired of eating them, but it's useless at all. This is a betrothal gift, and you can give it to The woman you like... Son, you are weak in body and poor in martial arts, but you are so good-looking. Your mother is so beautiful, but you are more beautiful than your mother... You are so good-looking, but your body is weak , born to eat soft food..."

"Ha ha!"

Said, father laughed.

Smiling and laughing, the mental space was broken.

The scenery around him changed, and he returned to the old house again. There was still a picture of a tiger on the wall, but the charm and meaning were lost.

"In my memory, my father always looked sad and sad, as if he had too many things on his mind, but now he is smiling happily!" Li Mu looked around and kept observing: "Where did father hide the treasure? Now, where is it hiding! It's playing hide and seek again, I hate using my brain the most..."

Looking at the courtyard, Li Mu searched everywhere, but he still couldn't find it. Finally, he could only recruit Sun Mengxi and said, "My father has hidden the treasures in some places. To my father, those treasures are just gadgets. Where do you think my father will hide?"

"This one……"

Sun Mengxi thought about it: "It's very valuable, but it's not worth much. Naturally, it's placed randomly, and it's still in the most conspicuous place!"

"The most conspicuous place!" Li Mu walked, looking around casually.

Suddenly, I saw a bonsai placed in the courtyard, it was a Clivia, a modest gentleman, a gentleman like jade.

"The most conspicuous place, it can't be this!" Li Mu smiled, and checked carefully again, it was still Clivia, just a bonsai, ordinary to the extreme.

"It can't be this!"

Sun Mengxi smiled and seemed to be a little curious. She went up to touch the Clivia leaves, but when she touched them, her expression changed slightly, and she said, "Master, there is a problem!"

"something wrong!"

"Go up and touch it!"

Li Mu touched Clivia in front of the mountain, and touched the leaves, but it seemed that he touched something hard.

Closing his eyes, Li Mu stepped forward to feel, and felt, but found a gourd.He opened his eyes and looked carefully, but saw Clivia.

Lift the gourd directly out of the flower pot, and the Clivia disappeared immediately, and what was held in the hand was a gourd.

Put the gourd on the flower pot again, and the gourd immediately turned into Clivia.

Such a brilliant illusion, but a gourd has turned into a Clivia, and it has been placed here for more than ten years, and no one has seen it through.

(End of this chapter)