Dream Maker [Rebirth]

It was impossible to get up early, and when Lu Ci opened his eyes again, the sun was already high.

He was the only one left in the room, sat up from the bed sleepily, and heard faint voices from downstairs immediately after waking up.

The prepared washing things were placed by the door, Lu Ci got out of bed and tidied up a little before going downstairs.

Lu Yu in the corner of the courtyard has been led to the door, Ji Wuzhou and Jiang He are standing outside the door talking for some reason, Puffer fish propped his head in a daze in front of the counter, and there is a bowl of still warm noodles on the table in the middle.

Hearing the sound of Lu Ci going downstairs, Fugu turned his head and looked over, but his eyes seemed to be full of doubts, as if he was looking at a stranger whom he met for the first time.

Lu Ci was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Blowfish blinked with its cheeks on its cheeks, and asked suspiciously, "Your name is Lu Ci?"

Lu Cixin said that this brother's reaction was really slow, raised his eyebrows as a reply, walked to the table, sat down, picked up the chopsticks and started to eat spontaneously, but the puffer fish came to the table in two or three steps, leaned over the table and said : "Farewell words?"

Lu Ci didn't know why he was suddenly curious about this, he ate the noodles in his mouth, and let out a random "uh" in his nose, then he heard the puffer fish ask: "Can you make wine?"

Lu Ci choked suddenly.

For nothing else, Fugu's question really hit his weak spot impartially.

——Back then, in the secret land of 72 islands, most of the trials were at his fingertips, but wine making was a blemish.

He didn't know how many wine-making recipes he had copied in Zangshuge, and how many ways he had consulted with his brothers and sisters. However, let alone the taste of the brewed things, it was enough to make people feel heartbroken just by smelling them - rotten shrimp paired with So are rotten eggs.

I remember that when he was still in the same room with Tongsang, he once brought such a jar of "wine" back home. As soon as he opened it, the smoke caused Tongsang to jump up in a dying state of illness, and even crawled out of the house and vomited faintly. Secretly, holding his nose, he came back, picked up the quilt, and ran away from home, claiming that he would squeeze in someone else's room for three days until the smell in the room dissipated.

The two juniors in the rubbed room couldn't believe it was so evil, they had to come and appraise it in person, but within a hundred or so steps they almost vomited out last night's meal, turned around and ran away.

Since then, whenever the acquaintances of the same family heard that Luci was going to brew wine, they wished they could tie him up with a rope and knock him unconscious. Even the master said very euphemistically: "The melon that is twisted by force is not sweet, and the wine that is brewed by force is not sweet." Xiang, let go when it's time to let go, and those who know the current affairs are heroes."

At that time, Lu Ci said: "But the rule is not to pass all 72 trials to leave the continent?"

Master said: "It's not impossible to break the rules once."

Lu Ci played tricks on purpose: "Then how can I do it? Maybe I'll succeed if I try a few more times?"

Master said: "...I advise you to be kind."

Thinking about the past, Lu Ci couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, but in an instant, thinking that all these things have passed away, he couldn't help but feel empty.

Fugu watched his expression change suspiciously, knocked on the table and said, "Hey, what can I ask you, can you make wine?"

Lu Ci let go of the noodles he was holding, put down his chopsticks, raised his head and squinted at him: "I suspect you are mocking me."

Blowfish blinked for no reason, and said in a very confused way without vision: "So will it or won't it?"

Lu Ci was speechless, raised his lower lip and blew his hair on his forehead, rolled his eyes and said, "No."

"Oh." Fugu looked a little disappointed, straightened up, pouted and went back to the counter.

Just at this time, the two people outside the door seemed to have finished their conversation, and turned back into the room.

Although Lu Ci didn't know what they were talking about, he found that the way Jiang He looked at him was completely different from the previous vigilance and wariness, and even a little more kind. He guessed that Ji Wuzhou had already explained to him the ins and outs of the future. .

Ji Wuzhou glanced at the noodles left on the table, and asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

"Well," Lu Ci wiped his mouth and stood up, "I'm full, shall we go now?"

Ji Wuzhou turned to Jiang He and said, "We may not return today, you can stay here for a few more days, and use the talisman paper if you want to go back to the palace."

Jiang He seemed to really dislike teleportation, and couldn't help but wrinkle his face when he heard this: "I'd better wait for you to come back."

Ji Wuzhou nodded indifferently, turned around and said goodbye to Lu, went out of the restaurant and boarded Lu Yu.

Luyu ran and took off, and soon reached the sky above the sea.

During the previous two rides in Luyu, Lu Ci's thoughts were elsewhere. After reading Ji Wuzhou's memories last night and knowing the origin of these three spiritual deer, he couldn't help staring at them for a while now.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "Which of these three deer is male and which is female?"

Both male and female deer have horns, unlike mountain wild deer, where only males have horns, it is difficult to distinguish male and female from their appearance alone.

Ji Wuzhou said: "The three are stags."

Lu Ci was startled for a moment, then nodded as if he had thought of something.

Ji Wuzhou said clearly: "Are you worried about their extinction?"

Lu Ci smiled helplessly: "I thought it was a pity at first, but after thinking about it, it doesn't seem to be any better if there are two males and one female or two females and one male."

Linglu has always been a mate, and only chooses one deer as a companion in its life. If there is really only one male or one female among the three, the remaining one will look even more bleak.

Ji Wuzhou was not surprised that he would care about this seemingly insignificant issue. After all, Lu Ci was quite close to spirit birds and beasts when he was in the secret realm, and it is normal to feel compassion for them.

It's just that there are only these three spirit deer left in the world now, and the final extinction is a foregone conclusion. If this is the case, it is futile to think more.

He said: "Don't worry about them. Spirit deer live for tens of millions of years. When you and I are buried in the ground with white hair, they may be young. You have no chance to see the day when they become extinct."

Lu Ci choked for a moment, and then realized that this was the truth. An ordinary person who lived only a few dozen years was lamenting for the survival of Linglu, who lived more than a thousand years.

Thinking of this, Lu Ci curled his lips slightly self-deprecatingly, and suddenly remembered the phrase "white hair goes into the ground" in Ji Wuzhou's words, and couldn't help turning his head to look at his silver hair draped behind his shoulders: "Your hair...what the hell is it? What's going on? Have you figured it out all these years?"

Back then, Ji Wuzhou's hair color faded along with Chun Mian's, which became evidence of the rumor that he was the "God of Plague". Lu Ci deeply felt that there was no reason for him not to try to figure out the reason after leaving the continent.

Ji Wuzhou obviously didn't expect the topic to suddenly turn here, his eyes froze for a moment before he said: "It's nothing, it's just a family-infected disease."

"Family disease?" Lu Ci asked in surprise, "What disease is it? Could it be cured? Have you found your family?"

In the face of this barrage of questions, Ji Wuzhou just gave a faint "hmm" and turned his head to look forward. After a moment of pause, he added another sentence: "It's not a serious illness, it's about the same as a bald head. , it’s not a big deal if it’s not cured.”

Lu Ci frowned slightly, not because of his answer, but because of his momentary reaction just now.

This reaction was all too familiar to him.

Whenever he encounters a question that he doesn't want to answer but has to answer, Ji Wuzhou will always look away subconsciously like this.

This is probably a habit that even he himself has not noticed.

But what was it that made him not want to answer?Is it about family issues or about the disease?

Lu Ci is not ignorant of the disease of "less graying hair", it is recorded in the medical books of the Secret Realm Zangshuge, but he vaguely remembers that the symptoms of the disease are gray hair when he was young, rather than the hair color changing from thick to light, and eventually also It will only make the patient's hair mottled and mottled, and it will not make the person's hair full of silver hair like an old man.

The two really don't look like the same disease.

However, since Ji Wuzhou had already answered in this way, it seemed that he didn't want to explain more, so Lu Ci wisely didn't continue to ask the bottom line.

Three spiritual deer were leaping over the East Sea, and after a while, Xihezhou appeared at the end of the field of vision.

The secret place is still green and green, but at this time there are no boats carrying disciples from various palaces on the shore of the island, and there are no celestial masters and attendants on the stone platform. .

Linglu landed in the middle of the stone platform, the two got off Lu Yu and walked down the stairs, Lu Ci followed behind Ji Wuzhou, but saw that he did not go to the forest wrapped in mist, but walked east along the shore of the island go.

After walking for a while, Lu Ci suddenly realized where he might want to go: "Are you looking for the baby's corpse?"

At this time, the place where they were standing was already close to the place where the baby corpse was buried in Luci's memory, but it has been ten years since then, and the surrounding area is covered with almost the same dense weeds everywhere. It is not easy to determine the exact location.

However, Ji Wuzhou didn't seem to be affected much. He walked straight forward for more than ten steps, stopped and looked at several rocks on the shore that have not changed over the years, then took two steps to the right, looked at his feet and said: " It should be here."

Although Lu Ci didn't know how he remembered it, but seeing that he was so sure, he didn't doubt him, and immediately rolled up his sleeves and squatted down to prepare to dig, but Ji Wuzhou immediately picked him up by hooking his back collar.

"Hey, hey?" Lu Ci leaned back a bit before standing still, "What are you doing?"

Ji Wuzhou has no temper at all: "Are you planning to dig with your hands?"

Lu Ci was a little taken aback, he really didn't think much about it just now, only now did he realize that he didn't have any usable utensils in his hands, and said embarrassingly, "I'm not... going to pull out the weeds first."

Ji Wuzhou grinned helplessly, pulled out the Wanling Staff from his waist and stretched it out, circled a small piece on the ground, then poked off the bottom of the staff and tilted it to pry, a large piece of soil connected with the weeds on it It was flipped over so lightly.

Bones were faintly visible in the exposed lower layer of soil, and Lu Ci squatted down to brush away the sporadic covered clods of soil, but Ji Wuzhou, who was also squatting down, grabbed his wrist again.

He retracted the staff and inserted it back into his waist, then stretched out his hand and snapped off a piece of rib from the exposed white bone, saying: "Just take a piece, no need to dig again."

As he spoke, he pulled Luci over and got up, and with a light hook on his toe, he covered the piece of soil that had been lifted back to its original place. At first glance, it seemed that the seam was so seamless that it had never been touched.

Lu Ci raised his eyebrows and joked, "Could it be possible that you have specially practiced your digging skills?"

Ji Wuzhou said: "In the past when brewing rice wine, the altar was often buried in the ground, practice makes perfect."

Lu Ci was a little dumbfounded: "I was curious before, your restaurant has not had any customers for a year or so, why do you brew so much wine?"

Ji Wuzhou's eyes stayed on his face for a moment, then turned away and said casually: "It's boring."

For some reason, Lu Ci felt that there was something else in that moment's gaze, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he asked instead: "What are you going to do now?"

Ji Wuzhou turned around and took a step forward: "Go to the southwest, Illusory Gu Immortal Palace."

"What are you going there for?" Lu Ci followed up and asked.

Ji Wuzhou said: "Borrow a Gu."