Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

"Then can these be torn off?" Zhang Houde restlessly pulled the fake beard on his chin.

"Yes." Chen Ze nodded and passed him.

These fake beards were specially put into the storage bag by Chen Ze before going out, in case of emergencies.

After such a scene, he was basically sure that this male beggar was Ji Lianyuan's son, Zhang Houde.

After tidying up his face and gluing on the fake beard, Zhang Houde is not exactly the same as Ji Lianyuan back then, at least there are seven or eight similarities.

No wonder the old man was so frightened, coupled with Chen Ze's secret tricks from the sidelines, he immediately collapsed.

Naturally, it was time for a relaxed and pleasant interrogation.

After one night, the terrified old man immediately got rid of everything, including his real name, Ma Fucheng.

According to Ma Fucheng, when Ji Lianyuan was imprisoned, he pulled out carrots and brought out mud.

Even the deceitful deeds of their large group of disciples were revealed, and all of them were on the wanted list.

Before Ji Lianyuan went to prison, he entrusted his only son to his second disciple Ma Fucheng.

As a result, Ma Fucheng simply replaced Zhang Houde's identity.

Because it was more than 20 years ago and the household registration system was not perfect, Ma Fucheng used a new name to evade arrest and continued to live.

"Why don't you go far away?" Chen Zeduan sat at the table of the Eight Immortals, making tea leisurely.

Gululu——

Zhang Houde next to him was still playing with the wooden spinning top, and Ma Fucheng, who was left with a psychological shadow, was frightened by the ordinary movement.

"I was outside before." Ma Fucheng replied with a sad face,
"Later, I needed real-name authentication everywhere in the city, so I hid back in this village."

A ray of morning light outside the house shone in through the window, but it failed to bring any warmth to Ma Fucheng.

He almost even said the color of his underpants, and now he is uneasy, not knowing how he will be dealt with.

"What's the matter with him." Chen Ze took a sip of his tea, and pointed to Zhang Houde, who was beside him in a silly way.

It has to be said that it is really convenient to have a storage bag, and he snatched dozens of catties of high-quality tea from Hu Mingjun to enjoy at any time.

"After Master went in, his mind was not normal." Ma Fucheng argued hesitantly,

"He was only seven years old at the time, and it wasn't me who pooped and pissed him."

"Then you still think you are worthy of your master?" Chen Ze was a little amused.

Ma Fucheng glanced quietly at Zhang Houde who was dressed as a beggar, and dared not talk back.

Chen Ze didn't intend to get involved in the filthy matter of their master-student relationship, he came to Zhang Houde only for one thing.

"Have you seen this?"

Chen Ze threw something casually, and Ma Fucheng caught it in his hand and saw that it was a piece of dirty cloth.

"This is." Ma Fucheng didn't respond at first, but his eyes gradually widened.

"This is Master's stuff!"

"Have you seen it?" Chen Zedang put down his teacup.

What he threw out was the qi refining fragment obtained from that master Cao.

"Yes!" Ma Fucheng nodded affirmatively, "My master killed people because of it!"

"What's going on." Chen Ze straightened his sitting posture, "Please explain clearly."

"It's too detailed for me to remember." Ma Fucheng hesitated while thinking,

"It seems to be a night, but it shouldn't be"

"Get to the point." Chen Ze interrupted.

"Okay, okay." Ma Fucheng narrated what happened intermittently.

Probably one day in that year, for some unknown reason, Ji Lianyuan believed that one of his disciples had stolen his piece of silk, and during the dispute, he missed and killed himself.

"Do you know what this is for?" Chen Ze took back the remnant and spread it out in front of Ma Fucheng for him to identify it carefully.

"I don't know." Ma Fucheng shook his head and denied it after studying it carefully for a while.

"Master watched it very closely back then. Only Cao, our senior brother, had ever touched it as a treasure."

Cao?
Chen Ze suddenly thought of that Master Cao.

"Wait." Chen Ze called up the photo of Master Cao from the gallery and asked,

"is it him?"

Ma Fucheng stared at the photo for a while, and finally pointed to a small birthmark on Master Cao's face and affirmed,
"it's him!"

At this time, Ma Fucheng also came to his senses, staring at the photos of Canbo and Master Cao and asked in disbelief,

"It can't be him, can it?"

"He stole the baby?!"

Chen Ze ignored him.

But Ma Fucheng has already made up his mind.

"Bastard!" Ma Fucheng slapped the Eight Immortals table with a slap,
"Master treated him the best back then! A son of a bitch!"

"No wonder the old bastard ran away early at that time! What a dog!"

"Pigs are not as good as dogs!".
Here Ma Fucheng was cursing constantly, but Chen Ze over there figured out Master Cao's abnormal attitude.

No wonder the old boy didn't talk about it even after he was arrested. He stole feelings?
And because of this, Ji Lianyuan was imprisoned.

That's why Master Cao has been obsessed with it for so many years and brought this remnant silk with him
Once again, Chen Ze had a deeper understanding of the master-student relationship between them.

"Except for this." Chen Ze waved his hand to signal Ma Fucheng to calm down.

"Have you seen anything else like it?"

This is the information that Chen Ze is really interested in.

"Others" Ma Fucheng asked back, "What do you mean?"

"It's with this one, very similar, looks similar"

Chen Ze showed Ma Fucheng the edge of the silk piece, and there were obviously other fragments.

"It seems. Maybe, oh!" Ma Fucheng seemed to have a flash of inspiration.

After a night of great memory recovery surgery, Ma Fucheng is now quite clear about the past.

"Master said it when he was drunk, it was passed down by Master."

"Master?" Chen Ze didn't expect another master to appear.
"Why do you still have sects?"

It can't be the hermit sect that has been passed down for a long time, can it?
Chen Ze couldn't help but re-lock his eyes on the can of snake wine that was placed by the table.

A venomous snake with a white head and a colorful body was roughly packed in a crowded glass jar, obviously without any treatment.

live snake wine
Chen Ze scoffed.

Unlike traditional Chinese medicinal materials that have been dried and processed, the wine brewed in this way has no effect.

Fecal parasites are soaked in corpse water.

That's why the farmer had drinking problems before, but Chen Ze cured him casually.

To say that such a clumsy "medicine and wine native recipe" can have a big background, Chen Ze would definitely not believe it.

"Sect? No?" Ma Fucheng hesitated to deny Chen Ze's guess.

"I knew there was a master above the master who said he would be really capable."

"Really?" Chen Ze leaned forward slightly to stare closely, making Ma Fucheng move his butt back involuntarily.

"What's the real deal?"

"That's right, that's right." Ma Fucheng couldn't hold back his fart for a long time, and finally pointed to Chen Ze in front of him as an example,

"just like you."

"Like me." Chen Ze sat back with a chuckle, and then lightly hooked his fingers.

The tea in the cup vacated by itself, forming a trickle into Chen Ze's mouth.

Ma Fucheng was completely dumbfounded watching this scene, but Zhang Houde next to him was only interested in the new top toy and didn't even look up.

"Is that so?" Chen Ze said meaningfully.

"Yes!" Ma Fucheng nodded desperately, "That's what it means! He has real skills!"

"That Ji Lianyuan, is it your master who knows these things?" Chen Ze flicked his fingers again, and the teapot began to pour tea like a master.

"No!" Ma Fucheng stared at this miraculous scene obsessively, and affirmed in his mouth,
"We almost know what Master will do. It's all just tricks, you know."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Chen Ze to ask, Ma Fucheng added,

"But the master said, some of his senior brothers have learned it! Learned the real skills!"

"Senior Brother." Chen Ze repeated,

"So his senior brothers have other things like this in their hands?"

"Yes!" Ma Fucheng nodded seriously,

"Master said that this treasure was passed down by the master, and each of the brothers and sisters will have a share."

"How many brothers?"

"do not know."

"What's the master's name?"

"do not know.".
Ma Fucheng gradually began to ask questions.

"Okay." Chen Ze leaned back slightly and leaned against the wall, "I see."

What is known so far is that the art of refining Qi originated from Ji Lianyuan's master, and several other brothers seem to have fragments in their hands.

As for whether this is the truth, we have to wait for Chen Ze to see Ji Lianyuan to confirm each other.

After all, these current statements are all Ma Fucheng's one-sided words.

Next, Chen Ze closed his eyes and rested his mind, while Ma Fucheng didn't dare to breathe, and sat on the spot quietly looking at the door.

Strange. Why haven't you come yet?
Ma Fucheng clearly remembered that he had an appointment this morning, but no one came in after a long time.

Could it be that he secretly glanced at Chen Ze, and immediately withdrew his gaze as if electrocuted.

Fortunately, this torment did not last long. Chen Ze suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Ma Fucheng, clapped his hands and said with a smile,
"Sorry, thank you for your help."

"Where is it, you are too polite." Ma Fucheng was a little confused by Chen Ze's sudden politeness.

"I'm so sorry." Chen Ze stood up,
"Let's go?"

Ma Fucheng also stood up, ready to send Chen Ze off with a cheerful face.

Unexpectedly, Chen Ze waved lightly, and Ma Fucheng was gently lifted by the gentle breeze, and slowly sent out the door.

Ma Fucheng: "?"

What's the meaning? ?

Isn't this my home? ? ?

After a while, he finally understood why Chen Ze suddenly wanted to apologize to him.

The answer is simple.

Although Ma Fucheng seemed to have confessed everything, Chen Ze was still a little worried.

After all, although Chen Ze's various methods are miraculous, they are always side effects, not real soul searching or memory reading.

So he naturally wanted to do a billion-point search of Ma Fucheng's house.

A thorough search.

After half an hour.

Ma Fucheng knelt helplessly on the muddy ground, and could no longer connect the ruined pit in front of him with his once warm home.

Chen Ze not only raised the house, but also dug three feet in the real sense.

"Oh, I'm sorry." At this moment, the lord Chen Ze walked out of the pit with a happy face, helped Ma Fucheng to pat the ashes for him,

"I really misunderstood you, sorry."

Ma Fucheng stared at Chen Ze but couldn't say a word, wanting to cry without tears.

After finishing the work, he leaned Ma Fucheng to the side of the remaining fence, and Chen Ze greeted Zhang Houde and left here.

"Where should I eat in the future?" Zhang Houde yelled to hold Chen Ze back.

"The sky and the earth are so big." Chen Ze flicked his sleeves and looked coldly at the dazed Ma Fucheng,
"Where can't I eat?"

"Go, go back to your house!"

Before he really left, Chen Ze still had a place to go.

Zhang Houde's former home is the old house of Ji Lianyuan's family.

Under the guidance of Zhang Houde, Chen Ze climbed over several hills, walked through several ditches, and came to a low-lying abandoned settlement.

The ruins of houses here are somewhat similar to those built by Chen Ze himself just now, but they are older and more complete.

Ji Lianyuan's old house is in it, but many years ago, due to the mountain torrent disaster, the village was relocated, and it was abandoned in place.

This kind of thing is actually not uncommon. Many ancient villages have disappeared into history in this way, and the original villagers have also dispersed and moved out.

If you can, go to the nearest one, and if you can't, go to a different place.

This is why Ma Fucheng has been able to live safely for so many years under the identity of Zhang Houde.

As the people who knew the inside story moved away, the old and the dead, there were only rumors that the son of the qigong master Ji Lianyuan who returned to his hometown to build roads was still living here.

As for whether it was the famous local doctor or the male beggar who often went to his house to buy food, no one could tell for sure.

"Huh..." Before the ruins, Zhang Houde suddenly looked bewildered, wondering when the spinning top in his hand disappeared,

"Where are my toys?"

"The toy is at your house." Chen Ze quietly hid the wooden spinning top with his hands behind his back,
"Let's go find it together, to your former home."

"Home?" Zhang Houde was bewildered, and he looked at the ruins in front of him for a while before responding.

He walked in a certain direction on his own, as if some memory had been evoked.

Chen Ze followed Zhang Houde all the way and stepped into the ruins.

click~

There were constant crackling sounds under his feet, and Chen Ze noticed something unusual.

Looking down, there are actually many gray and white hard objects scattered on the ground, and most of them are incomplete.

Chen Ze casually picked up a piece and looked closely, it seemed to be some kind of bone.

Although incomplete, judging from the relatively regular shape, it seems to be a part of the vertebrae.

It happened that Zhang Houde stopped and stopped, so Chen Ze used Yuan Qi to collect a lot of similar bones along the way, and gradually put them together into a rough outline.

A long spine made up of many joints.

Click, and then put a suspected head on it, and the identity of the wreck in front of him will be revealed.

snake?
Chen Ze stared at the skeleton in front of him. Although it was pieced together, it was not bad.

Looking around, there are more and more similar wreckage fragments scattered throughout the ruins.

Along with Zhang Houde, the number of routes gradually increased.

How could so many snakes die?

Suspicion arose in Chen Ze's heart.

Could it be a flash flood? No, so many people died suddenly, and it was so concentrated that there were no remains of other animals.

"Home!" Zhang Houde, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped and shouted, pointing at the ruins of a house in front of him. (end of this chapter)