What a pitiful marrow-washing herb【Interstellar】

Wu Hexuan looked at the photo on the optical brain, and unexpectedly thought of a woman: "I have never seen Lin Lang, but there is a woman who looks very similar to him."

It was a woman with a gentle appearance, Wu Hexuan tilted his head and thought for a while: "The noodles are delicious."

The life in the laboratory is quite free. Except for the daily fixed-point experiments, other time can be arranged by yourself, except that you can't leave your own small room.

That woman lives next door to Wu Hexuan. She has special hobbies. Compared with others, Wu Hexuan has a little impression of her, because all kinds of scents can always come from the small window. One day the woman handed him a bowl from the window. The noodles are sprinkled with green scallions, which is quite beautiful.

Qin Liu thought of Lin Lang he met in the kitchen that night, and he mentioned his mother.

"Lin Lang's mother stayed in Wu's laboratory? Then?"

Wu Hexuan shook his head: "There are fewer people in the laboratory every day, and one day she disappeared too."

The house next door was quickly cleaned up, all the kitchen utensils were removed, and a new person was soon moved in.

The newcomer was very silent, Wu Hexuan was more or less bored, he began to miss that woman, the fragrance from the small window, and the bowl of noodles that was handed over.

But that little miss is really insignificant, his body is a little weak, and the "roommate" next door has changed from batch to batch, and finally the woman has completely faded from his memory.

However, human memory is very interesting. Things that he thought he could not remember often pop up at an unknown moment.

Qin Han knocked twice on the table: "What's that woman's name? When did she disappear? How long has she been in the laboratory?"

Wu Hexuan recalled: "The laboratory has no name, only a number. She disappeared about nine or ten years ago? She stayed there for two or three years."

There is no concept of time in the laboratory. He once used the ancient counting method to record on the wall. Unfortunately, he did not go out when the entire wall was filled. Later, he suddenly felt that it was boring, so he did not record it again.

Qin Han calculated Lin Lang's age: "So his mother participated in the experiment when he was a child. Did the Wu family know Lin Lang's identity at that time? Or was his mother a member of the Wu family from the beginning?"

Huanlu of the First Legion has a close relationship with the Wu family, Lin Lang's mother of the Second Legion once participated in the experiment of the Wu family...

Qin Han did not expect that the seemingly low-key Wu family would have such a skill: "What is the Wu family's experiment?"

Wu Hexuan sneered: "They're all a bunch of old men, talking all day long about restoring the way of heaven and the like. You also know that the Wu family used to be different."

"There are a group of Laozi who think that the way of heaven has died, so their inheritance has also been broken."

In Wu Hexuan's generation, the Wu family has already connected with the interstellar era. Their generation has not had much contact with the Wu family's inheritance. A large part of the reason is that there is no inheritance. Only a few old people still desperately remember the glory of the past.

In Wu Hexuan's eyes, it was a bit ridiculous: "What age is it, and you still talk about those illusory things."

Wu Hexuan was betrayed by his clansmen back then, and he couldn't understand it at first.

Ability, loyalty to the family, and honor to the family, he lacked none of them, until he soaked in the culture fluid for the first time and listened to two researchers chatting.

"The teacher said that the major general's mental power is about to break through the S rank. Such a precious experimental subject always feels a bit wasteful."

"In the prophecy, the way of heaven will reappear in our generation, and the teacher has great expectations for him."

The tone of both of them was fanatical, but Wu Hexuan wanted to laugh inexplicably, because the conversation between the two of them was repeated every day, and the "teacher" in their mouths didn't trust them at all, making their memories linger all the time until one day, The two were never seen in the lab again.

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Qin Liu and the two returned to the mothership. Wu Hexuan's matter was quite troublesome, and Qin Liu needed two days to make preparations.

On the way back, Qin Liu thought about Wu Hexuan's words: "The way of heaven he talked about really existed a long time ago."

Qin Han: "Huh?"

"Although the cultivators talk about defying the way of heaven and seeking longevity, the way of heaven is a very illusory thing. No one knows whether your so-called resistance is the arrangement of the way of heaven." Qin Liu gave him an example.

"If you want to go further in cultivation, crossing the catastrophe is essential. Heavenly Dao will send divine thunder. In today's words, this is a test. If you pass, you can enter a higher realm. If you fail If it is light, it will bleed and if it is serious, it will disappear. Immortal cultivators like to call this process as walking against the sky."

But if the way of heaven really forbids disobedience, why set up tests?Every test must be passed by someone, wouldn't it be better to directly bring down the disaster?

He thought of the hallucinations of the palace, had the Heavenly Dao really perished?

Qin Han saw that his eyebrows were so tangled that they were about to fight, so he stretched out his hand and gently pressed between his eyebrows: "Don't think about it, I'll let someone investigate the Wu family's affairs."

"Speaking of which—" the general lengthened the ending, and sure enough, he brought the little benefactor's attention back, "I think the pill of washing marrow is still useful to me."

He thought that his little benefactor would be very interested in asking, but his emerald green eyes flickered, and he swallowed guiltyly, immediately lowered his head, and poked his finger on his waist.

Qin Han narrowed his eyes, leaned close to his little benefactor's ear, lowered his voice, and asked with a smile, "Why aren't you curious?"

Qin Liu jumped half a step back in reaction, rubbed his ear with one hand, and refuted him loudly: "I, I'm curious!"

He coughed lightly, moved back to the general, put his hands behind his back, raised his head and asked him, "What effect does it have?"

His eyes were wide open, as if he really didn't know anything, and the blue waves in his eyes were gurgling question marks.

Qin Han is completely sure that the little benefactor is hiding something from him, and this matter is also related to his change.

"Recent training, I seem to be more proficient in controlling the S-class mecha?" He seemed to mention it lightly, but in fact his eyes were firmly fixed on the face of the little benefactor, capturing his most subtle expressions.

"That's really great!" Qin Liu pulled out a big smile, tightly clenched his hands behind his back, and said sincerely, "Congratulations!"

Qin Han nodded with a smile, and then talked about other things. Seeing that the little benefactor really relaxed, and his feet started to bounce, he suddenly asked him: "Did you sleep well at night?"

Qin Liu was caught off guard, his feet bumped together, and he fell forward. An arm stretched out from the side, tightly wrapped around his waist, and pulled him to his side.

"What's the matter?" Qin Han let go of his arms and asked casually, "Did you not sleep well at night?"

"No, no!" Qin Liu wanted to shake his head out of the afterimage, the general was afraid that he would faint, so he pinched the sides of his cheeks with two fingers, forcing him to stop.

Qin Han exerted a little force with his two fingers, and squeezed twice, pinching the little benefactor's mouth into the shape of a chicken's mouth, which is very cute.

He looked at the innocent benefactor: "Why is there such a big reaction, huh?"

Qin Liu knocked off his hand with bluff, rolled his eyes, and then bowed his head obediently to apologize: "I'm sorry, I just stayed up late at night and played games for a while, really just for a while."

He dangled on his toes, raised his head and looked at Qin Han sincerely: "It won't happen in the future! Really! I must go to bed early!"

Be smart.

Qin Han raised his eyebrows, and looked at him for a while, only seeing the sincerity in his eyes that was about to overflow.

Dressed up quite a bit.

"In this case—" he pretended to be serious, "then forgive you, go to bed early today."

Qin Liu nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and patted his chest to promise: "Definitely! You can come to check the ward!"

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In the middle of the night, the meeting room of the Fifth Army Corps was still lit. Qin Han, Fu Guan and others held a meeting all night. When the meeting was over, he lightly patted the adjutant on the shoulder.

The adjutant who was sitting upright was patted lightly by him, and almost fell headlong on the conference table. Qin Han reflected on himself a little: "How about I change the training form?"

"No——" Except for Liang Luo, whose skills were all lit up in the technical field, everyone else refuted in unison. Gao Ge's legs were trembling, but he still gave a military salute with a loud voice.

"we like!"

He is the hardest one. In addition to daily training, he has to cultivate a tacit understanding with Xiao Jin in private, but he obviously enjoys it.

Qin Han: "..." As long as you are happy.

After the meeting, he went all the way back to his room, passing Qin Liu's room, he paused, and opened the door.

The lights in the room had already been turned off, only a pale white night light in the corner glowed dimly. The general closed the door, blocking the light outside the door, and walked to the bed by the weak light of the night light.

A human-shaped bag was slightly arched on the bed, half of the head was exposed in the bag, the hair was messy in sleep, the face was hot and soft, the general couldn't help poking it, the person on the bed breathed evenly and didn't respond.

Qin Han smiled dotingly, brushed his hair to the sides, and said silently, "Good night."

The door was quietly closed again, and there was still only the sound of breathing in the room, and it was unaware of the late-night visitor.

Qin Han returned to his room, took a quick shower, and then sat on the bedside to list tomorrow's tasks one by one, circling the key points.

After 15 minutes, the lights in the room went out.

Another 15 minutes, the room was silent, and a faint cold fragrance wafted in the room.

The only overcoat was hung on the hanger in the general's room. Suddenly, the coat pocket moved, and something poked a shallow mark on the pocket.

A small leaf hung from the pocket and crawled along the corner of the wall to under the general's bed.

The leaf was close to the bed, stretched out quickly, got into the quilt and poked it lightly, then retracted the leaf with a "swish", quietly pretending to be the pattern on the bed.

After waiting for a few minutes, there was no movement on the bed, and the leaves fluttered down from the edge of the bed and fell to the ground.

"Bobobobo" a few times, the leaves grow the same five pieces, changing into the appearance of the pith-washing grass.

Ximaocao struggled to grab the quilt and climbed onto the bed, and the two leaves stepped on the quilt and wobbled all the way up. Halfway there, Qin Han suddenly moved.

So frightened that the marrow-washing grass crushed itself flat, and pulled it on the quilt, pretending it was a piece of embroidery.

After waiting for a few minutes, the quilt was silent, "Embroidery" quietly lifted a leaf, looked around, and after confirming that it was safe, the marrow-washing grass walked lightly on its "two legs" to the general. bedside.

One of the leaves elongated and stretched out to the center of the general's eyebrows. Just as he was about to touch it, a palm wrapped the leaf and pulled the marrow-washing grass up.

Washing marrow:! ! !