After leaving the stilted building, Lu Changsheng discovered a different scene.
The people in the village seemed to look at him differently. There was fear, fear, and even a bit of respect, but there was no hostility.
Yes, there was no hostility. In the past, when he was walking in the village, he might not know which house would suddenly throw a stone or something else. That feeling made him need to be on guard at all times, otherwise his life might be lost.
But now he didn't feel this kind of gaze, and he even found that some villagers seemed to want to say hello when they saw him, but they thought of something, but in the end they stopped talking.
Lu Changsheng smiled. He enjoyed this feeling very much. After all, who wants to be stared at with hostile eyes every day? Even if he is not an ordinary person now, he does not want to be surrounded by a group of wolves who want to eat him.
All the way up the mountain, Lu Changsheng understood something. The people in the village must have known that he had been admitted to college, so they changed their attitude towards him.
Without the instigation of the Lin family, there would be no way for the people in the village to hate him. Although Lu Changsheng cut off the hands of the eight people on the martial arts stage, he did not kill them.
The people in the village were afraid of him, but they also felt a little grateful.
The source of this trace of gratitude comes from the fact that Lu Changsheng did not kill everyone, at least letting everyone in the village know that Lu Changsheng did not want to take revenge on them. With this goodwill, and the fact that he was admitted to college, it was rumored that
Open, the misunderstanding naturally began to slowly fade away.
But Lu Changsheng knew very well that he had fought for this all by himself. If he had not had the strength and had not been admitted to college, I am afraid that the current villagers would still be the original villagers, and the Lin family would still be the original Lin family, and there would be no change at all.
When he returned home, he found that his eldest brother had already prepared a meal. Looking at the smile on Ning Weiwei's face, Lu Changsheng suddenly had the idea of staying here forever and never going out.
But soon, this idea was abandoned, because he still wanted to avenge the Ming family for forcing his mother to death, he also wanted to find Murong Qingxue, and fulfill his promise to Gu Yueqin.
The night is already deep.
A few people were sitting at the Eight Immortals table, drinking wine and chatting about past events. Lu Changsheng's face was slightly red. This day was the most relaxing and happiest day in his life.
His best friend Dahuang was by his side, his elder brother cooked him a table of food, two die-hard brothers drank with him, and a confidante accompanied him.
This kind of happiness was hard to describe, but it warmed his heart. Looking back on his eighteen years, Lu Changsheng felt as if eighty years had passed.
All the joys and sorrows in life, all the pain, have happened to him, but today he is still alive and sitting here. To paraphrase Zhou Xingxing's words: It is a miracle that he is alive.
If possible, Lu Changsheng would magnify this miracle, and magnify it, knowing that no tragedy would happen to him.
"Daddy!" Several people were getting excited about drinking when a man suddenly walked in from outside the door. Lu Dahai quickly walked over and helped him take the box in his hand.
Lu Changsheng turned around and was about to invite his father over for a drink, but his eyes fell on the man behind his father.
This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a Chinese character face, a height of about 1.8 meters, and a sense of majesty from a superior person. Lu Changsheng has seen many such people, but this person gave him the feeling
But it was different, because his eyes were staring straight at him, revealing complicated emotions.
"Changsheng, come here quickly, this is your uncle!" Lu Zeng said suddenly.
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall fell silent. They all knew Lu Changsheng's life experience, and if the well-dressed man in front of them was Lu Changsheng's uncle, then he was naturally from the Ming family, the first aristocratic family in Kyoto.
Already.
The gentleness in Lu Changsheng's eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by hostility. If his father hadn't been in front, he would have taken action.
Seeing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Lu Dahai quickly said: "Dad, don't you explain it?"
"No need, let's all go out." With that said, Lu Zeng turned around and walked out of the main room.
Zhong Youde and others also looked at each other, and then followed him out. When Lu Dahai wanted to stay, Lu Changsheng said: "Brother, you can go out, I can handle it alone!"
Thinking of his younger brother's power, Lu Dahai nodded, and when he walked out, he also closed the door of the main room.
The middle-aged man put away the emotions in his eyes and walked to the Eight Immortals table and sat down. He saw Lu Changsheng's fists clenched as if he was enduring something.
"You want to kill me?" the middle-aged man said, his tone full of majesty, but more gentle.
"Yes!" Lu Changsheng also sat down. He stared at the middle-aged man coldly. If his father hadn't brought him here, he would have locked his throat. He didn't care if this person was his uncle.
He only knew that the Ming family had forced his mother to death and wanted to burn him to death as well.
"You've grown up." The middle-aged man looked Lu Changsheng up and down and suddenly said with a smile, "Except for this temperament on his body, everything else doesn't look like Yue Xin at all!"
The middle-aged man was laughing, but Lu Changsheng didn't find it funny at all. He only felt that the anger in his heart was on the verge of exploding, and the middle-aged man's smile only deepened Lu Changsheng's urge to kill him.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have something to say, say it quickly. If you can't find a reason for me to spare you today, then you will be the beginning of my revenge against the Ming family!" Lu Changsheng's tone was relatively calm, but his murderous intent was already there.
On the verge of explosion.
The middle-aged man didn't care. He looked at Lu Changsheng with soft eyes and said, "You have such a strong murderous aura. If I told you that I am here to die, would you believe it?"
"believe!"
"Why?"
"Because I can kill you easily!"
Lu Changsheng did not speak. With his current strength, it was too easy to kill the middle-aged man in front of him. He was only a famous master at the early stage of the fourth level of Qi refining, but Lu Changsheng had already reached the peak of the fourth level of Qi refining.
.
"No, the reason why I came to die is not because you can kill me, but because I took the initiative to kill you."
"Even if you don't take the initiative to die, sooner or later I will kill the Ming family!"
"It's impossible with your current strength!"
"Yeah?"
Lu Changsheng deliberately made ten golden soul knives and surrounded the middle-aged man. As long as he thought about it, even if the middle-aged man was a famous martial arts master, Lu Changsheng could mince him into pieces.
The middle-aged man's calm face changed, and he finally showed surprise: "Yanghun! The seventh level of soul refining!"
"Do I have the strength to kill you now?" Lu Changsheng stared at the middle-aged man, feeling an unparalleled pleasure.
But soon, his pleasure disappeared, because apart from surprise, there was no fear in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his surprise disappeared again after a few seconds.
"Yue Xin's son is indeed extraordinary, I'm beginning to believe her words." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Lu Changsheng asked.
"I can't tell you!"
"Then what can you tell me?"
"I can tell you that you can't defeat the Ming family now, because the Ming family has an innate master!"
Lu Changsheng's expression changed. He stared at the middle-aged man, as if trying to find out whether he was speaking from his words, but he was soon disappointed. The middle-aged man did not lie.
"This innate master is the person you want to kill. Your grandfather, your mother's father, and also my father, Ming Daoxuan!" The middle-aged man said every word.
"Why do you want to tell me?" Lu Changsheng asked.
"I don't want you to die!" the middle-aged man said.
"Don't the Ming family want me dead?" Lu Changsheng asked again.
"A lot of people think about it, but I don't want to," the middle-aged man said.
"Why?" Lu Changsheng continued to ask.
"Because I am your uncle!" The smile on the middle-aged man's face never disappeared.
Lu Changsheng's anger subsided in an instant. The deliberate soul knife turned into thoughts and returned to his Yang Soul. At this moment, he suddenly felt that he could not do anything to the middle-aged man in front of him, not because he was afraid, but because of the middle-aged man.
There is no murderous intention in the person. His words are like the sun in the sky, melting the iceberg of hatred.
Seeing that the soul knife disappeared, the middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief. Before he came, he didn't expect that his nephew, the "bastard" tabooed by the Ming family, had grown to this point. Maybe it wouldn't be long before he could really do it.
We can defeat the Ming family, but we can't do it now.
"Who is my father?" Lu Changsheng suddenly asked.
"I don't know." The middle-aged man shook his head, "Your mother didn't tell anyone. Everyone thought she was crazy. In fact, she was not crazy. She was smarter than anyone else!"
"If you tell me this now, aren't you afraid that I will grow up and destroy the Ming family?" Lu Changsheng asked.
"I'm afraid!" The middle-aged man was still smiling, "That's why I came."
"Is it because you know I have this strength?" Lu Changsheng asked.
"No, I didn't know about your dual cultivation of soul and martial arts before this. Minghui didn't tell me!" The middle-aged man said with a smile, "But I believe that one day you will have the strength to defeat the Ming family, so I'm here."
"Do you believe that a guy who has been cowardly for eighteen years will one day defeat the No. 1 family in China?" Lu Changsheng asked.
"It has been dormant for eighteen years, and the dragon lurks in the abyss." The middle-aged man paused, as if he was recalling something, "Taking advantage of the auspiciousness of heaven and earth, the flying dragon is in the sky, and it is a good opportunity to meet you!"
"What's the meaning?"
"I didn't know that before!"
"So now you know?"
"Yes, because I saw you. Your mother said this."
"My mother?"
"Yes, she said this to me eighteen years ago when she was pregnant with you."
"Eighteen years ago!" Lu Changsheng murmured to himself, suddenly thinking of something, "Eighteen years ago, you were with my mother?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded, "I am the one who forced your mother to death. Now I am in front of you. Take revenge and wipe out all the past grudges."
"You're not." Lu Changsheng shook his head.
"I am, I executed everything, and I asked my father to do it." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
"No, you're not!" Lu Changsheng said firmly, "If it were you, I would have died eighteen years ago."
"Oh." The middle-aged man showed rare surprise, "Why do you see that?"
"Eighteen years ago, you were here to supervise the Lin family's execution, but you actually protected me and my mother." Lu Changsheng said calmly, "With your intelligence, it is impossible for you to be deceived by Lin Feng. If you hadn't
With your protection, it would be too easy for the Ming family to kill me. It was you who covered up the fact and deceived everyone in the Ming family, and the purpose of your coming here is just to transfer the hatred to yourself, so that I can take revenge and relieve my hatred, so as not to
I hate the Ming family!"
The middle-aged man's expression changed completely. He looked at Lu Changsheng and suddenly smiled bitterly: "Haha, you are smarter than I thought."
"Didn't you say that I have a smart mother?" Lu Changsheng said calmly, "Maybe it's her inheritance."
"Maybe I came here by mistake today." The middle-aged man shook his head.
"You came right. At least you told me that the Ming family has an innate master." Lu Changsheng smiled.
"Can't you give up revenge?" the middle-aged man said bitterly.
"No!" Lu Changsheng said firmly, "I am a very vindictive person!"