My ex boyfriend won't let me fall in love

The sun was shining and the weather was fine. Mr. Meng was strolling around the vegetable garden with a small teacup.

Meng Bi passed by and said hello: "Grandpa, where are you going for a walk?"

"Well, what are you carrying?"

Meng Bi hid the bag back without any trace, and smiled: "It's nothing."

"Bring it!" The old man glared.

Meng Bi handed the things to him with a bitter face. In the plastic bag, apart from a few packs of dried plums, there were only a few game CDs. He explained to himself: "Now they are all online games downloaded directly. I play this to remember the old days. .”

Meng Lao was very angry: "Do you know what it means to lose one's ambition when playing with things?"

"You use your mobile phone to play, your uncle uses your mobile phone to ask me questions, you use the computer to play games, your uncle uses the computer to look up Taoism, you have been learning for more than 20 years, why can't you learn one time."

Meng Bi was dead fish-eyed. In the past month, he had heard countless "your uncle, your uncle, your uncle". To be honest, if he and Lu Xingchen hadn't been friends before, he would definitely hate him now.

Moreover, the manner in which his grandfather spoke subtly coincided with the head nurse who complained about his own child in the department.

It seems that practicing Taoism can't make people transcend the vulgar,

The old man who was slandered by his grandson as "vulgar" felt his phone vibrate and smiled before he touched it.

Lu Xingshen: 【I feel a sense of blockage when the spiritual power flows through my heart. Do you know the general reason for this situation? 】

Finally found it: [This can be divided into several situations, is it like this when you usually use it, or is it like this as long as the spiritual power flows?What kind of meditation is generally used? 】

Facing the keyboard for a long time and typing this sentence, Mr. Meng saw the drooping grandson next to him, and frowned: "Look at you every day, you don't have the energy of a young man at all. I want to play games and learn more from your uncle, look, your uncle is asking me for advice again."

As he spoke, he handed the phone to Meng Bi, which meant asking him to take a good look and learn from others.

Lu Xingchen's reply came just in time, and Meng Bi took a look——

Lu Xingshen: [Only when meditating.Meditation method——]

【sleep. 】

Meng Bi quickly sent a [? 】past.

Lu Xingshen: [I run my spiritual power most smoothly by sleeping. 】

Meng Bi looked shocked. His first reaction was that you were fucking teasing me, and his second reaction was envy, very envy, and by the way, he contemplated his grandfather with his eyes.

Your old man also said that the uncle is very hardworking, but the uncle regards sleeping as meditation.

"I also want to use sleep instead of meditation." He muttered.

Although Mr. Meng was quite surprised by this answer, he still slapped him on the top of the head, "Can you be the same as your uncle? The way Xingchen uses his spiritual power while sleeping must be related to his blood. This bloodline is passed on to you, so you should meditate honestly! By the way, add two hours to your meditation time today."

Meng Bi: "..."

I was the one who got hurt when the uncle asked questions diligently, and I was the one who got hurt when the uncle used sleep instead of meditating to be lazy. Grandpa, can we be reasonable?

However, his grandfather, Mr. Meng, didn't want to reason with him, and waved his hand: "Aren't you going to play games? Go, go, and don't forget to meditate at night."

Meng Bi reluctantly left.

Mr. Meng has no time to take care of him now, he is worried about his apprentice's problems.

On the other side, Lu Xingchen didn't know that he accidentally hurt Meng Bi again, and he was thinking about the strangeness of his body.

At the moment when Yan Mo was beaten to death that day, Lu Xingchen felt a warm current in his veins, but this feeling only appeared for a moment, and he didn't have time to feel it carefully.

Later, Teacher Meng suggested that he calm down and feel himself, and strive for inner vision. Lu Xingshen originally thought that it was very likely that he would return without success, but he did not expect to succeed just once.

Although the feeling was extremely weak, he did feel something like air flow in the blood vessels, which was probably the so-called spiritual power.

The only strange thing is that Mr. Meng said that after feeling the spiritual power, he can get twice the result with half the effort and speed up his practice, but Lu Xing has no feeling.

The airflow was still the same, weak and slow.

Instead, after falling asleep inadvertently in the second half of the night while meditating, I woke up and found that my spiritual power was running much more smoothly.

Later, through experiments, Lu Xingshen confirmed that meditation was of no use to him, but that it was very effective in sleeping.

But if you don't have to cross your legs, maybe this is a good thing?

In addition, Lu Xingshen also felt that his sleep condition had improved a lot.

Four years ago, before his ability to see hell broke out, he was barely similar to a normal person. He could sleep for six hours a day. After the outbreak, he could really fall asleep for just over an hour a night. I don't feel tired without sleeping for several days and nights, but if I want to sleep, I can sleep for several days without waking up, as if there is a switch in the body that can automatically regulate sleep.

It was originally like this, but since he really discovered the spiritual power in his blood, the state of sleeping or not sleeping as he pleases suddenly disappeared forever. From the gradual improvement of sleep effect, to recently, whenever he sees a place where he can sleep, his head will go away. Started to feel sleepy unconsciously.

This kind of state that has never happened to him is actually quite special.

He also used this as a feature to search for information, trying to figure out what the blood in his body was, but he didn't get any useful results.

Finally found it: 【Then do you feel any discomfort? 】

Lu Xingshen: [No, the condition is very good. 】

Finally found it: [It should be your bloodline, but now many bloodlines have been cut off, data has been lost, and the demon clan who intermarried with your ancestors may not be known to future generations.Take care to protect yourself, don't let others know casually, avoid coveting, practice slowly, and you will always be able to dig out the secrets in the blood vein in the future. 】

Lu Xingshen agreed, but still couldn't help thinking about this question. He listed his own characteristics on the paper: long hair, small flames in eyes, blaze at the end of hair, hair dissipating from the body, sharp nails, ability to sleep……

At the end of the writing, I added a "can understand the words of Yanmo" at the end in an unhappy way.

Lu Xingshen, who was thinking about these characteristics, never thought that some of them might not be the inherent characteristics of his bloodline, but the by-products brought about by the growth cycle. He also didn't realize that in the judgment of his bloodline, he might Still in the cub period, it is natural for cubs to be lethargic.

Finally found it: [After communicating for so long, I think you are a very good young man, are you interested in worshiping me as a teacher? 】

Lu Xingchen was taken aback when he saw this, and couldn't help thinking.

Originally, he had no intention of being a teacher, and he didn't even plan to get in touch with the group of Taoist masters, because he thought he was not a human being, and he was worried that worshiping a Taoist master as a teacher would be a trap for himself.

Now that this worry is gone, the character of "I finally found it" feels very reliable, but Lu Xingshen still hesitates. Even in the normal world, there are "a teacher for one day and a father for life" and "a disciple who has something to obey him". "Lao" is even more so when you think about it on the mysterious side, which makes people have to be more cautious.

Besides, he wasn't ready to really step into that world.

Yes, although he seems to have a plan step by step by asking others for advice and practicing these things by himself, but Lu Xingshen himself is still confused about what to do after he has been exposed to these things and learned them.

When he was young, his goal was to study hard to let the old beggar live a good life. When he was a teenager, his goal was to get revenge and earn tuition fees. When he was in college, he was even more ambitious. On the basis of ensuring the future without worrying about food and clothing, he would do what he wanted with his lover. Live the life you want to live, travel together, and raise a cat together.

These used to be all his visions for the future.

Now he has no lover, has no worries about food and clothing, does not have a cat but has a bird, except that he knows that part of his blood is not human, everything looks different from what he imagined four years ago, but it is generally similar.

If you take that step, what will the future be like?

Lu Xingshen's long eyelashes were slightly closed, but he didn't know.

Meng Lao couldn't wait for a reply for a long time, he was a little panicked, he thought to himself that this apprentice he was optimistic about, could the cooked duck still fly?

No, absolutely not!

It's all in the bowl, and if he wants to run away with long legs, he must be pissed off.

But this matter has to be voluntary, and you can't call someone's head to worship. Besides, he is still communicating through his mobile phone, and he can't press it if he wants to.

Meng Lao felt that he had to find a way.

With an idea, he typed: [I'm just asking, this matter is not urgent, I just think you are talented and cherish materials.It doesn't matter if you don't want to be a teacher, but if you have time recently, we'd better meet each other, so that I can feel your bones carefully, and I can make a more accurate judgment on your bloodline. 】

It is impossible not to learn from a teacher, and it is impossible in this life, the only way is to lie to someone to meet him first.

As for how to implement the master-apprentice status after meeting, Mr. Meng hasn't figured it out yet.

But it doesn't matter, as long as we meet each other, it's not a problem!

Lu Xingshen felt that after asking for advice for so long, it was necessary to meet and thank him, so he quickly agreed and asked him to prepare.

Mr. Meng was a little happier, and he could answer a sentence when asked about the time, as he was not busy.

After finishing the WeChat exchange, Lu Xingshen called Meng Bi.

Meng Bi was very angry when she saw the name on the screen, and said "violently" after connecting, "What are you doing?"

Lu Xingshen: "Are you punished again?"

Meng Bi was startled: "How do you know?"

He was punished for sitting in meditation, copying Taoist scriptures, and even squatting on horseback.

Lu Xingshen: "Take a look at Mr. Meng's circle of friends."

Meng Bi switched the phone interface and quickly flipped to her grandfather's circle of friends.

Finally found it: What to do if the child is idle?Just punish him for copying the scriptures a few more times.

Finally found it: It would be great if hard work could be contagious.What should I do if my child is lazy?Just fine him for drawing hundreds more talismans.

……

The latest one is——

Finally found it: What should children do if they are greedy for fun?Just punish him to meditate for two hours.

His grandpa's entire circle of friends, except for the flamboyant "my apprentice is hardworking and smart", the rest are all things that are posted in the format of "child XXX, punish him XXX", and the content is all about him.

Meng Bi felt suffocated.

Is this really my grandpa?

Are you sure he didn't pick it up in the trash can?

The most frustrating thing is that there are many comments under each article. Without thinking, Meng Bi knows who those people are, they must be those old friends of his grandfather!

After looking carefully, even his master is in the message area, not only in the message area, but he didn't feel sorry for his apprentice, instead he posted a series of hahaha.

pissed!

The corners of Meng Bi's eyes twitched. Just when he thought it was bad enough, he suddenly found a reply from a group of middle-aged and elderly people who called "Which is the best drawer".

Some bad premonitions arose in his heart, Meng Bi took a closer look, and then his eyes darkened, and the premonitions came true.

Which one is strong: Grandpa Meng is right, I will pass on your words to others, and strictly put an end to these young people's problems in your mouth.

He shook his hand and clicked on this guy's circle of friends. The most recent one was to spread rumors that his grandfather had taught the cultivation method in the circle of friends, and asked everyone to read it quickly.

Dog day!

He clicked on the dialog box with this guy, and typed a sentence with the strength to poke a hole in the phone screen.

I'm not called dumbfounded: learn from each other!You wait for me!

Lu Xing's calm voice came from the phone: "Don't get angry later, answer me a question first."

Meng Bi: "As a friend, can't you be a little sympathetic?"

Lu Xingshen: "We who can see ghosts don't need sympathy."

Meng Bi: "..."

Although the one on the other side can be regarded as the culprit, but not only can he not do anything to him, but he has to quickly meet his request. After all, he still expects to be able to hold his thigh and let this guy say something nice in front of his grandfather after he really apprentices , I have no choice but to prevent him from being punished every other day.

So he asked feebly, "What do you want to ask?"

Lu Xingshen: "Teacher Meng, the person you introduced to answer my questions, do you know what he likes?"

like?Do you like punishing people?

But he couldn't really answer that way, so he could only recall: "I like to drink tea, grow shallots, and raise fish..."

The more I talked, the more I felt that none of them sounded very tall. Meng Bi didn't forget that the person on the phone was abducted by his grandfather to be his apprentice.

After searching hard in my mind for a long time, I finally found one that sounded tall.

"By the way, I also like antiques."

Most of the magic tools are antiques, liking magic tools is like liking antiques, there is nothing wrong with it.

Lu Xingshen: "Okay, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, he sent a text message to Chi Ye, asking if they knew about any antique auction or antique exchange meeting.

Chiye replied quickly.

[There is one, in a week, Brother Lu, are you interested in antiques?Should I have someone get an invitation letter? 】

Lu Xingshen: [It's not really like it, invite others, and get another one. 】

After more than ten minutes, several new messages popped up on the mobile phone WeChat, including two electronic invitation letters.

Chi Ye explained: [This appreciation meeting is semi-open, there are both insiders and outsiders are not forbidden to go, if Brother Lu invites people, it should be fine. 】

Lu Xingshen: 【Thank you. 】

Chiye: [Brother Lu, don't be polite to me. 】

The title of the electronic invitation reads "Boyi Antique Art Exchange Appreciation Meeting".

The venue was Haishi, and it happened to be Saturday a week later. The name of the organizer was a little strange, but this was not surprising. After all, Lu Xingchen rarely set foot in these circles, so it was normal to be unfamiliar.

After setting the time and place, he forwarded this invitation letter to Mr. Meng.

There is only one last bit of finishing touches left for the crew. After filming, Lu Xingshen will be able to leave the sand sculpture crew that has added countless characters to him.

He began to plan the next trip.

In a hotel room not too far away from him, the atmosphere was sombre, Xu Baihe asked coldly, "Did you find out?"

Fang Ling'an flinched, and hurriedly said: "I found out, I can't monitor the protagonist, but I found out that a rich second generation once sent him an invitation letter. I got three copies of the invitation letter and sent them on your WeChat." The above time also matches the one in the plot, it should be the appreciation meeting that the protagonist will attend."

"It's still useful at last." Xu Baihe said, and then turned his gaze to Xu Jiao, "Speak!"

Xu Jiao trembled, biting her lips lightly with her white teeth, her face pale with fear: "I, I only found out that the protagonist grew up in an orphanage and had a good relationship with Fang Lingfei when he was in college. Others, other things ..."

"Trash." Seeing her shrinking, Xu Baihe spit out these two words from his mouth.

This woman came here at least two or three months earlier, but found nothing useful. However, if she encountered some supernatural phenomena, she was so scared that she was useless at all.

A layer of misty tears filled Xu Jiao's eyes, which wet the eyelashes, like dewdrops on a rose flower, so pitiful and touching.

Obviously, Xu Baihe was not one of the people who would be moved by her. He frowned and said in disgust: "Whatever you pretend, it's someone else's body. I don't know how many times it has been modified by the system. Heck, who doesn't know?"

Xu Jiao's face flushed red.

Xu Baihe didn't care about her mood, stood up with one hand in his pocket, and said to Fang Ling'an: "I want to know the specific information of that appreciation meeting, and after this investigation, I will also find out the real information of that rich second generation."

After speaking, he gave Xu Jiao a cold look: "If you can't find the detailed orphanage information, it's useless."

After he left, Fang Ling'an suddenly relaxed. Seeing that Xu Jiao was still hanging her head in fear, she comforted her, "Brother Xu just lost his temper a little. You'll be fine if you do things honestly."

Xu Jiao nodded lightly, "I know, it's because I'm useless that makes Brother Xu so angry."

After finishing speaking, Ling An forced a smile on the other side.

The two people in this room seem to be comforting each other in a warm atmosphere, but in fact they have their own ghosts.

After Fang Ling'an left in a hurry, Xu Jiao raised her head, wiped away her tears, with a gloomy expression.

She kept her head down just now, because she was worried that Xu Baihe and Fang Ling'an would find something unusual in her expression.

Xu Jiao has already realized that something is fundamentally wrong. Among the major plot events she received, there is no plot point of the appreciation exchange meeting at all, but judging by the appearance of those two people, this plot point is still very important, extremely important. It shouldn't have appeared in the script, but she didn't.

Xu Jiao once tentatively asked Fang Ling'an: "What should we do with the other protagonist?"

In these worlds, there is actually only one protagonist from the beginning to the end, only one son of luck, but the raiders are used to calling the other half of the protagonist the heroine/male protagonist/protagonist gong/protagonist shou. The name "protagonist" is a bit strange, but Fang Ling'an didn't doubt it too much. He is a woman whose psychological quality is not strong enough at first glance. He was frightened by supernatural events. It is not surprising that the words used for mental disorders are not so standardized now.

"It doesn't matter. The first contact between him and the protagonist is gone. With the character of the protagonist after falling off the cliff, without the grace of saving his life and the tender companionship in times of pain, it is basically impossible for these two people to spark off."

First contact?

Xu Jiao subconsciously clenched the fabric of the skirt.

In the plot she got, An Lulu and the protagonist Lu Xingshen were classmates in high school, and they met at the class reunion. How could it be possible that "the first contact is lost".

Xu Jiao realized that they didn't know anything about this world, but she didn't have the slightest intention to remind them.

Why do you want to be reminded?Remind Xu Baihe and let her go?joke!

That bastard who looted almost all her props, she wished that he would die soon.