[Jian San Hologram] No. 007

Ming Yuzhe had another dream.

In the dream, when he was a teenager, he was playing with the underworld fire, and his master Ming Anzhi, who had already grown gray hair, was beside him, divining with a confused face.

What Ming Anzhi is best at is divination besides Danqing, or he is good at everything except fighting, but it is a pity that he has raised an apprentice who is not good at anything except fighting.

He repeated the divination several times in confusion, then raised his head and stared at Ming Yuzhe with a strange gaze, talking to himself with a toothache.

Ming Yuzhe didn't hear what he was talking about, Ming Anzhi talked to himself for a while, then pulled him to him, took out a small pen, dipped it in cinnabar and drew a talisman on his little finger. When he saw it clearly, the rune pattern melted into his skin and disappeared.

Ming Anzhi sighed and patted his head, let him go to play, packed up his things, turned and went back to the bedroom.

The young man Mingyu was confused and opened his hand to look at his palm, but he didn't see anything. Suddenly, there was heat behind him, and a pair of arms stretched out from behind, encircling him. When he subconsciously turned his head to look, he saw Ling Qi's face.

Ling Qi said: "Your master asked me to pick you up. Let's go."

Ming Yuzhe was dazed, when suddenly his lips were sucked, his lips and tongue were numb from the sucking, and his eyes suddenly opened.

He was woken up by Ling Qi on the bed, his pajamas were almost ripped off, and Ling Qi who was pressing on him was doing evil to him.

Ling Qi is completely a model of duplicity, with a face of asceticism and the temperament of the flower of Gaoling, but behind the scenes, he can toss more than anyone else.

Ming Yuzhe even felt that when he became an adult, Ling Qi would wake him up every morning.

Waking up early, nibbling, rubbing, half an hour passed like this.

Finally unable to take it anymore, Mingyu kicked Ling Qi away, panting and scolded him: "Are you full of kidneys?! Ah?!"

He was tossed to the point of scolding others like a spoiled child, meowing.Ling Qi smiled, grabbed his ankles and dragged him over, carried him out of bed and went to the bathroom, where he rinsed.

Because they will go back to class tomorrow, Ming Yuzhe and Ling Qi will leave Yandu today, after lunch, Lou Ya started to pack the things they should take away.

Yueyan's letters, as well as all kinds of food and drink, as well as clothes and accessories bought for Mingyu, were packed in a large box.

Ming Yuzhe was a little embarrassed, but also a little moved. After saying goodbye to Lou Ya Lingxuan, he went back to Star T with Ling Qi.

On the way back, Mingyu sat in a chair and flipped through Yueyan's handbook.

He also knows in his heart that Yueyan is his master Ming Anzhi, but there are still some things that need to be sorted out.

Ling Qi's manuscripts about Fengshui and divination are in Ling Qi's place, and what he read is the Shuwen manual.

Extermination script is a long-lost language in metaphysics, at least it was almost lost in his time, but Yueyan forcibly restored a complete set of scripts based on the extant Exit script.

He is a legend in the metaphysics circle. He spent half his life carrying forward the unlost metaphysics, supplementing and correcting the lost parts, and developing his own genre. So far, no one has achieved more than him.

And part of the extermination text he left behind was a record of a disaster that year.

He once had a very proud apprentice who learned very well and opened his own laboratory to study souls. As a result, he didn't notice for a while that the originally well-behaved apprentice made a big mistake and secretly produced a large number of clones. Many people were arrested and used as experimental subjects for soul transfer.

When Yueyan found out, there was absolutely no room for redemption, so he could only kill his apprentice.In the end, after losing several elite teams, Yue Yan succeeded in dragging his apprentice to die in the research room.

However, Yueyan is good at divination. He did divination before the final killing action. This matter will not end here, and it will eventually come back after 20 years. There is no solution.

He deduced countless times without sleep, before he found a glimmer of life, one is Minghuo, the other is Wanxiang Danqing, neither of which is in this time and space.

Therefore, the explosion that burns everything together is Yueyan's temporary suppression of his apprentice, and it is also his strategy to break away from time and space to find the last chance of life.

Ming Yuzhe slowly closed the Extermination Letter, and after a while of posting it in a daze, it suddenly occurred to him that the old man had given up the name that represented countless honors, and was wearing Ming Anzhi's vest, searching for and saving his hometown in a different time and space with no return path. What is it like to die of old age and illness at a supposedly healthy age?

The man in the cloak was right, Ming Yuzhe was indeed the vessel Ming Anzhi used to keep the dark fire, but he didn't feel uncomfortable in his heart.He should have died at the age of nine, but Ming Anzhi used the underworld fire to force him to live. Even if he was neither human nor ghost, he could only stand at the borderline between yin and yang for the rest of his life.

It is probably Ming Anzhi's handwriting that he was able to come here. Even Ling Qi's fate with him may also have an effect on Ming Anzhi. His safe and smooth future is all arranged for him by Ming Anzhi. What does he have? What qualifies as dissatisfied with the position?What's more, Ming Anzhi treated him really well.

He is Ming Anzhi's apprentice, his son, and his successor, so he should have cleaned up the mess for him.

Ming Yuzhe sneered, put away the Extermination Letter, and walked to Ling Qi's side.

"Huh?" Ling Qi, who was looking at the divination handbook, raised his head, stretched out his hand and dragged him to his lap, "Unhappy?"

"No." Mingyu sat on his lap and patted his chest, "Study hard, it will definitely be useful in the future."

Ling Qi remembered the weird man in the cloak who had met him that day, nodded, and leaned over to kiss Ming Yuzhe on the cheek.

Ming Yuzhe reached out to hook his neck and kissed him actively.

After returning to Star T, Ming Yuzhe ordered a lot of things, received the courier after dinner, put it in the study, and climbed into the game.

Ming Yuzhe did not start the live broadcast, and squatted next to Sun Simiao drinking chrysanthemum wine.In real life, he is still a minor, Ling Qi doesn't let him touch alcohol, even alcoholic drinks, he can only enjoy himself in the game.

"Don't drink too much," Mr. Sun told him gently, "Drinking too much will hurt your health, Zheyu is still young, just drink a few sips. Come, come, eat mooncakes. Is your Master Ling not here? ? Why don't you keep an eye on you?"

Mingyu replied with a smile, and explained in a warm voice: "He's in Chunyang Palace, I'll go find him later."

After Ling Jiuxiao finished the routine of the school, the two of them flew to Chengdu to do the daily activities of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then flew to the beggar gang to see the scenery.

The beggar gang at night is very interesting, the moon hangs high, the bonfire in the main rudder of Junshan is bright, the smell of beggar chicken and grilled fish permeates the whole main rudder, it is very lively, but the river at the bottom of the mountain is quiet, and occasionally you can see big The fish swam through the water, making circles and ripples.

Ming Yuzhe and Ling Jiuxiao were fishing in the river on a bamboo raft. A full moon was reflected on the river surface, and the ripples shimmered. The reeds swayed in the night wind, and the bamboo bushes on both sides also rustled.

It was Ling Jiuxiao who was fishing, Ming Yuzhe sat behind him and leaned against his back, rolled up his sleeves and put one hand in the water to soak, staring at the night view of Junshan in a daze.

He was thinking about how to kill the cloaked man with Minghuo and Wanxiang Danqing.

He can use Minghuo, but what about Vientiane Danqing?Draw a circle and curse him?

Sighing, Ming Yuzhe suddenly remembered something, and rubbed the back of his head against Ling Jiuxiao, "Hey, do you still remember the name of that unlucky apprentice that Yueyan taught? I don't see his name written in many documents .”

Ling Jiuxiao grabbed a fishing rod and put away a fish. After thinking for a while, he shook his head, "I don't remember, his name was deleted artificially. I don't know who wrote it. Why, Mr. Yue didn't say anything?"

"No, he just wrote the word rebel, and the rest is basically his deduction record." Ming Yuzhe took out his hand soaked in the water, flicked the water drops, and wiped Ling Jiuxiao's sleeve hand, "If you don't know the name... hiss."

Ling Jiuxiao waited for a while, but didn't listen to what he said, so he could only skip the topic and asked, "Will you eat grilled fish later?"

"eat."

The two of them grilled the fish they caught and went off the line to wash and sleep after eating.

It was still early after going offline to take a shower, Ming Yuzhe didn't want to go to bed so soon, so he ran to the study to unpack the courier.

He bought a large stack of rice paper and a brand new set of pens and inks.

After unpacking the courier, he sat in a chair in a daze staring at the rice paper, pen and ink. After a long time, he still had no idea, so he had to go back to his bedroom to sleep.

I still have to go to class tomorrow.

Morning classes are always drowsy, especially theory classes.

Ming Yuzhe, who got up early to go to school, dozed off secretly because of her low sense of existence and sitting in a relatively biased position.

He was falling asleep with his head propped up, when suddenly his arms felt a little itchy, Mingyu shuddered and quickly opened his eyes, only to see that his front desk was sweeping his arms with a clean brush, and his delicate face was also a little sleepy.

"get out of class is over, are you still sleeping?"

"Already awake." Ming Yuzhe looked at him, wondering what this man's name was.

The boy at the front desk looked at him for a while and realized that he hadn't remembered his name. He rolled his eyes, and his tired voice was a little coquettish even when he was dissatisfied, "I'm in the same class as you and in the club, how could you I don’t remember my name. My name is Ye Mingsha.”

It turned out to be the same society.Mingyu understood it, thought for a while, hesitated a little, "Ye Mingsha?"

Ye Mingsha clicked his tongue, and tapped the brush twice on the table, "It's not the Ye Mingsha you thought! It's this one!"

He typed out his name with a communicator and projected it on the table. Ming Yuzhe glanced at it to show that he remembered it, and said, "I am Ming Yuzhe."

"I know, the number one commander in the Valley of the Wicked~" Ye Mingsha laughed, "Qingqing and I are in the same gang. The spirit will last forever!"

Thinking of the miserable camp sand table of the Haoqi League, Ming Yuzhe, as the first commander of the Evil Man Valley, shut his mouth innocently, sitting in a cute and cute posture.

"Okay, let's get down to business." The lazy Ye Mingsha lay crookedly on the table as if he had no backbone, and yawned, "Next Saturday is the animation festival, hosted by our school, and the venue is also in our school. When our club wants to cosplay Kisan, we will cosplay your own tuba. Hey, do you want us to prepare your costumes and props?"

Ming Yuzhe thought about it, then shook his head, "I'll do it myself."

"Well, I told Qingqing that I don't need to prepare anything for you."

Ming Yuzhe said hello, and Ye Mingsha turned around and lay back on his desk.

Anime festival or something... Ming Yuzhe's impression of this is only the comic exhibition he has been to in his previous life, because it is a small city, and the comic exhibition is not very big, I just remember that there are many people, there are stalls and cosplayers everywhere, and there are also many guests. Not a particularly well-known person, he felt bored after walking for a long time, so he left.

I don't know if the animation festivals in this era are fun.

Ming Yuzhe thought of the old-fashioned Professor Ling at home, smiled inwardly, and decided to take Ling Qi to play together.