I'm looking for fairyland alone

Chapter 142 Do You Know The Lu Family's Spirit Art?

Ma Xianhong's body froze, and he said slowly after a long time: "What do you mean?"

Lu Zhen pointed to his own brain: "You lost part of your memory, right?"

"How do you know?" Ma Xianhong's eyes were fixed on Lu Zhen's subtle expression.

The hands began to turn black from the fingertips, and the red beads on the wrists emitted a strange red light, flowing towards the fingers like a substantial crimson viscous liquid.

An invisible pressure like a beast radiated from Ma Xianhong's body: "Tell me, how...how did you know!"

"How I know is not important, what is important is that I have a way to help you recover your memory." Lu Zhen's expression remained unchanged, "Could it be that you want to fight with me at this time, but you have no interest in restoring your memory?"

Ma Xianhong, who was short of breath, lowered his head, the momentum on his body gradually disappeared, the scarletness on his arms became dim, and the color of the skin on his fingers returned to normal.

"Can you really help me retrieve my memory?" He slowly sat down on the steps in front of the self-cultivation furnace, propped his chin with his right hand, looked at Lu Zhen with red eyes, "If you lied to me, I will definitely... You will pay the price!"

"However, if it is really achieved, then no matter whether it is the magic machine or this stove, I can give you whatever you want!"

"I can't say for sure, but I'm sure." Lu Zhen said with certainty.

"I'm sure... remember your words!" Ma Xianhong patted his side, "Sit."

"Thank you." Lu Zhen walked up the steps and sat down beside Ma Xianhong.

The door of the Xiushen Hall was not closed, and looking out from where Lu Zhen and Ma Xianhong were sitting, they could see the green mountains in the distance.

Ma Xianhong said in a low voice: "Since you know that I have a lot of magic tricks, you should be familiar with the Eight Wonders and the origin of the Eight Wonders."

Lu Zhen nodded: "Among the eight people who first obtained the Eight Miraculous Skills, there is one whose surname is Ma, called Ma Benzai, who should be your predecessor."

"Yes, that is my great-grandfather." Ma Xianhong's eyes became a little dazed, "but I have never seen my great-grandfather, because my great-grandfather passed away before I was born. According to my father and grandfather, my great-grandfather Benzai Before death, only one eye and one ear remained, and both arms were severed."

"Do you know why?"

Lu Zhen said softly: "Zhang Chulan's family hid in XZ because of the origin of the body, and his father's whereabouts are still unknown. Your grandfather should also be implicated by the divine machine."

"I don't know what kind of torture my grandfather suffered, but a few years ago, I saw my grandfather's leg was cut off with my own eyes." Ma Xianhong gritted his teeth, "I was in a coma for several days in the hospital bed, and woke up The first time he saw me, he asked me to take my own equipment and his equipment, and flee with my family as far as possible.”

"I thought life was peaceful, and those people didn't dare to be blatant. Even my grandfather thought that after so many years, they should give up, but I didn't expect those people to come here..."

He covered his face with his hands, and looked at the emerald green trees outside the self-cultivation furnace through his fingers: "Those people tortured my grandpa just to make him take the initiative to sacrifice his magic skills...Grandpa said he was a burden, let me escape by myself, But how could I abandon him and run away by myself?"

"I told him to go together, or stay together to deal with those villains. I will never run away alone!"

"Grandpa couldn't say anything about me, so he said he was going to be discharged from the hospital, and I went home to see everyone, and I went through the discharge procedures for him... My memory is only going home with grandpa, and there is a big blank in the back. After passing through the blank memory, I can connect to the later memory."

"Can you judge for yourself how long the memory is missing in the middle?" Lu Zhen also supported his chin with one hand like Ma Xian, "Is there any contradiction in the memory before and after the blank period?"

"What I'm missing is the memory of those few days." Ma Xianhong's voice became a little hoarse, "It seems that in a trance, I lost everything... I lost my memory, and I also lost my relatives .”

"I became a homeless orphan. I didn't even know the life or death of my relatives. I lived in great suffering every day."

"I don't even know who the enemy is, and I can't even take revenge...Brother Lu, you probably can't understand my feelings."

Lu Zhen shook his head: "I have been alone since I was a child, so I may understand your feelings."

"Oh?" Ma Xianhong asked in surprise, "Brother Lu was born in a big family and grew up alone?"

"I have never met my father. He died unexpectedly before I was born, and my mother..." Lu Zhen's voice did not have much emotional fluctuation, "I chose to remarry when I was very young, so I'm an orphan in the village."

"It turns out that brother Lu didn't have a happy life when he was a child." Ma Xianhong sighed, looking at Lu Zhen, who was in a sense sympathetic to each other, his eyes became gentle, "At least I still have a long time to spend with my family. But Brother Lu... In that case, I was indeed luckier than Brother Lu when I was young."

Similar encounters can indeed shorten the distance between each other quickly. Ma Xianhong, who has always been on guard against Lu Zhen, suddenly feels that Lu Zhen is much closer.

He patted Lu Zhen on the shoulder again: "But it's still different. Brother Lu at least knows that his relatives are still alive. Even if he doesn't have any feelings, at least he can feel at ease knowing that his relatives are alive."

"But I still don't know what happened to my relatives, and I don't know whether they are dead or alive..."

"I have seen my grandfather struggling in pain on the hospital bed, and heard about my great-grandfather's experience. Every night before I go to bed, I would think about whether they were also tortured to death, or are they suffering..."

Lu Zhen comforted: "This is the end of the matter, so you don't need to think too much, but just try your best to retrieve your memory, retrieve your loved ones, and then take revenge."

"It's not easy to find the memory?" Ma Xianhong pointed to the self-cultivation stove behind him, "I tried every means to cast this stove, and I tried every means to find Brother Qing and Daoist Wang Ye. In fact, I hope that after the stove is successfully cast, it will help me find it Memories, finding relatives, and improving cultivation are not important to me at all."

Can this thing bring back your memory?

Lu Zhen felt a little sad for Ma Xianhong, and spent a lot of effort, but in the end it was all in vain. Even without Lu Zhen, Ma Xianhong would have gained nothing.

But Lu Zhen didn't show any emotion on the surface, he just asked tentatively: "Can the self-cultivation furnace help you retrieve your memory?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Ma Xianhong said firmly: "Yes! It will definitely be possible! It won't take much time, as long as I build this self-cultivation stove, I can retrieve my memory."

Lu Zhen continued to irritate Ma Xianhong: "Is it the record of the magical machine, or someone told you that the self-cultivation furnace can help you retrieve your memory?"

After a moment of silence, Ma Xianhong said in a decisive tone: "She won't lie to me!"

As if unwilling to talk more about this aspect, Ma Xianhong looked at Lu Zhen expectantly: "I can't wait for a moment now! Brother Lu, if you have a way to restore my memory immediately, then as I said just now, as long as I have , you can take it away! Even if you don’t have any, just tell me, brother Lu, and I, Ma Xianhong, will fetch it for you!”

"It's just a trivial matter, there is no need to make such a promise." Lu Zhen said softly, "People from the Lu family have a chance to awaken a kind of innate ability, which is called the art of enlightenment. Does Village Chief Ma know?"

"Of course I've heard of Minghunjutsu." Ma Xianhong pondered, "The Lu family is famous for Minghunjutsu and Ruyijin, but I don't know much about it. I just heard that Minghunjutsu can perceive other people's emotions. Read Taking other people's memories is a very dreadful technique."

"It's more than that." Lu Zhen added, "Minghunshu is indeed related to memory and emotions, but these are superficial. What Minghunshu really touches is the soul. On the basis of manipulating the soul, delete other people's memories, read The memory of others is but a trifle."

He looked at Ma Xianhong's pale side face: "Since you have lost your memory, it is obvious that there is something wrong with your soul. Ming Soul Technique is just the right medicine. Even if it can't help you recover your memory, at least you can know what's wrong with you. From this aspect, you can break through. Maybe it will help you find out the truth about your amnesia."

"Manipulating the soul... Ming soul art... and the soon-to-be-forged self-cultivation furnace may work better for me!" Ma Xianhong's eyes lit up, "Then Brother Lu, do you know the soul art? Can you immediately Try it on me, as long as it works..."

"As we all know, I don't have awakened soul art." Lu Zhen shook his head with a smile.

Ma Xianhong's excitement receded a bit, but he was not too disappointed. He said rationally, "Since brother Lu brought it up, it must not be a way to amuse me, right?"

"A suitable guy is already on his way to Biyou Village." Lu Zhen looked at the mountains opposite the Xiushen Hall, "Maybe he can reach Biyou Village today."

"Sigh~" Ma Xianhong breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Lu can finish what he has to say in one breath? It's really uncomfortable to mention and let go."

Lu Zhen pointed to the self-cultivation furnace backwards: "If I can really help Village Chief Ma, then I hope I can use the self-cultivation furnace once, and use the magic machine to practice my observations."

"Of course there is no problem." Ma Xianhong immediately said, "As I said just now, in fact, if Brother Lu agrees to join Biyou Village, he can give Brother Lu the magic trick now."

Lu Zhen said with a smile: "I prefer an exchange of equal value, not owed to each other. In addition, I hope that Village Chief Ma will not tell anyone about the matter before the matter is over."

Ma Xianhong said thoughtfully: "Brother Lu is afraid of those people with ulterior motives to make trouble? Now there are many uneasy and kind people in the village. These people really should be on guard."

"It's not just these people." Lu Zhen's voice suddenly became serious, "I'm talking about anyone! Everyone except you and me."

"Everyone." Ma Xianhong turned his head slowly, frowned and looked at Lu Zhen, "What do you mean, Brother Lu?"

"Literally." Lu Zhen's eyes didn't budge, "Can't Village Chief Ma do it?"

Looking at each other for a moment, Ma Xianhong looked away: "I don't know what you want to do... Forget it, these are not important, I promise you, I won't let anyone know, but I hope Brother Lu really won't let me down."

"I also hope that Village Chief Ma will remember what I said, otherwise the matter of Village Chief Ma recovering his memory may be a twists and turns in his life." Lu Zhen patted Ma Xianhong on the shoulder, got up and walked down the steps, "I have finished speaking, Ma The village chief can do it himself, I will go to the village for a walk."

After walking not far, Lu Zhen suddenly turned around again: "Didn't Zhuge Qing design the shape of the self-cultivation stove for you?"

Ma Xianhong said speechlessly: "I designed it, and I personally think it's quite attractive."

"It's ugly." Lu Zhen commented again, and walked out of the gate of the Xiushen Hall.

"When will the person you mentioned arrive?" Ma Xianhong shouted.

"I'll be there soon, please stay safe." Lu Zhen waved his hands without looking back.

Until the back of Lu Zhen disappeared, Ma Xianhong's pretended calm also disappeared, and countless thoughts crowded into his mind, which made him upset for a while.

"Is he really trustworthy? After doing so much, he really only came here for the sake of self-cultivation and magic? Why am I a little uneasy..."

Rubbing his face vigorously, Ma Xianhong turned his head to look at the self-cultivation stove, and fell into a long silence.

(End of this chapter)