A crack opened in the statue. Within the crack, gray light suddenly spurted out. A strange, low rhythm like the sound of a cello pervaded from the black crow statue.
Gray light instantly enveloped Lu Sheng's body, making direct contact with the black hand behind him.
puff!
The black hand suddenly shattered and disappeared, and the gray light trembled violently. It enveloped Lu Sheng and quickly shrank into a ball of light the size of an egg. It shook the space in front of it violently, causing ripples, and soon opened a long and narrow crack.
The crack was gray, palm-sized, and surrounded by countless strange edges that were dark and glowing with starlight.
But it seemed that he had spent too much against the black hand just now, and the gray light group rushed towards the gray crack with difficulty. On the way, it lacked back force, tilted its direction, and hit the edge of the gray crack.
Pfft.
The light group suddenly submerged into the dark starlight area next to the crack.
The gray light group that was supposed to return to the painful world of gray cracks was finally completely lost and fell into the endless turbulence of the stars.
The cracks did not last long and dissipated naturally.
At this time, the deep blue vortex in the pond completely disappeared, leaving only a silent blue water surface.
In this restricted area that has always been silent, a dangerous area that only the Holy Lord can enter, if no one comes to respond and the pond whirlpool no longer moves, I am afraid that no one will notice that something happened here in the next few years.
Everything quickly returned to calm.
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Dang...dang...dang...!
Lu Sheng slowly woke up from his daze. The heavy and long sound of ancient bells kept coming to his ears.
"Wake up, wake up! The eldest son is awake!" A burst of hurried shouts of surprise kept coming from his ears.
"Thank God. If the eldest son has any shortcomings, what will our villa do in the future..."
"Bodhisattva bless, Buddha bless!"
Chaotic sounds poured into Lu Sheng's ears. He did not open his eyes, but quietly circulated the Yang Yuan in his body and began to check his status one by one.
'The body is seriously injured, but it can recover on its own.'
'The memory soul has no abnormalities, no damage, no modifications or other changes.'
'The external environment is normal, everything... wait!' Lu Sheng was shocked. He was shocked to feel that there was a body wrapped in flesh and blood around his body!
His heart was shaken, and he quickly turned his mind to scan the surrounding environment.
"Actually...it's actually like this!!?"
His body at this time was curled up in the heart of a complete human body, as if it had shrunk countless times. His body even showed a strange translucent form. And around him, there was a body that was exactly the same as his body.
Male body.
The moment his soul scanned the outside world, a large number of memories about this body also poured into his mind.
This body also has the surname Lu, and is called Lu Zhong. He is about the same age as him, in his twenties, but he is low-key, fearful, and extremely filial. Apart from that, he has no obvious shortcomings or advantages. If it were not for the different place where he was born,
, outside, he is just an ordinary young man from a wealthy family.
Lu Sheng learned from his memory that the place where Lu Zhong was born was a hidden villa called Ziyan.
Purple Smoke Villa has existed for thousands of years from ancient times to the present. In the outside world, it has been silent and slowly multiplied and passed down in the huge centralized dynasty similar to Da Yin.
But these are not the key. The key is that Lu Sheng can vaguely feel that the core essence of his and Lu Zhong's souls are basically the same!!
As soon as the two came into contact, they merged naturally without any conflict. It was as if the two were originally the same person.
After the fusion, Lu Sheng clearly felt that his soul had improved a lot. The quality of the fused soul was obviously that of an ordinary person, but the improvement to himself was surprisingly large.
This surprised him, and he also began to carefully examine and reflect. Pies in the sky will not fall for no reason. When good things come to your door, the first thing to consider must be the dangers that may follow behind you.
This has become Lu Sheng's instinctive habit.
But the more he thought about it and analyzed it, the more wrong he felt.
From Lu Zhong's memory, we learned that the environment here is no different from ancient China, except that there are some mysterious Qi practitioners and martial arts masters. But most of the area is still ruled by the imperial court.
Even the prosperity of the rivers and lakes here is far less than that of Dayin and Song Dynasty.
Masters usually appear in the form of strange people and strange things.
The Ziyan Villa where Lu Zhong is located has inherited some simple self-defense techniques, and has self-supported blacksmiths and carpenters who make armored weapons, bows and crossbows. In addition, the mountains are rich in resources and have adopted many homeless orphans.
Do family soldier training.
The entire Lu family is like the local heroes in the late Han Dynasty, who were famous in the surrounding counties and towns.
But with such power, the Lu family did not promote the development of power everywhere, but still just lived a small village honestly.
But what makes Lu Sheng feel weirdest is that there is no difference at all between him and Lu Zhong's soul. When Lu Zhong's soul merges with his, it is like another life he lived. There is no difference.
You must know that in this world, even twins born at the same time will have differences due to different living environments.
"Is this...could this..." Lu Sheng thought of many things at once, but most of them were speculations and doubts about this phenomenon.
There are too many doubts here, and they are so hazy that people cannot see them clearly.
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"Master, come and drink some porridge to nourish your stomach."
Ziyan Villa, in the bedroom of Xiyuan.
On the purple wooden bed, a beautiful girl with a well-proportioned figure was carefully lifting up a thin young man with a pale and bloodless complexion, half leaning on the wooden bed behind her.
The girl carefully brought the porridge bowl in her hand closer, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to the young man's lips.
The young man swallowed the porridge in one gulp, then raised his eyes to look at the girl, and then looked at the bedroom environment.
"Where's daddy?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"The owner of the village has already come to see you, and is currently having a small meeting with the elders in Ziyang Hall." The girl quickly replied in a low voice.
Her name is Cha Lan, and she is Lu Zhong's personal maid.
Lu Sheng closed his eyes and exhaled softly. A trace of Yang Yuan slowly emerged from his heart and began to moisturize and silently transform the body.
But what he didn't expect was that as soon as Yang Yuan poured into this body, he immediately felt a sharp tingling sensation.
He quickly used Yang Yuan to simulate other energy situations and continued to test. Demonic energy, true energy, inner energy, and even the purest essence would not work.
"Is the power level too high and the body too weak to bear it? Or... the fundamental rules are different... and the physical cells cannot accept it?" Lu Sheng had a hint of doubt.
You must know that even if it is a universe, many physical rules will show completely different changes in different environments.
Even the physical laws that originally existed naturally in one environment will not appear at all once they are replaced by another environment. This phenomenon has been found to be very common on Earth.
"Interesting... It seems that the environment here is very different from that of Da Yin..." Lu Sheng no longer forced it. For him, the main body was curled up in his heart in a strange form. As long as he was willing
, can be used at any time. It doesn’t matter.
The top priority is to hide your identity, explore the surrounding environment, recover from your injuries and find a way back.
After making arrangements, he calmly asked his maid Cha Lan to feed him several bowls of white fungus and purple rice porridge. The hot porridge also contained a lot of medicinal herbs that nourished the body. After eating, his whole body felt warm and comfortable.
After the meal, Lu Sheng asked his maid Cha Lan to go out and prepare bath water for himself. He quickly took a bath and changed into fresh and close-fitting clothes before he came out of his small courtyard and began to take a walk in the villa.
Cha Lan was afraid that he would faint like before, so she followed carefully.
Ziyan Villa is not big, only about the size of an ordinary university on Earth. There are five attics in the Villa, all connected by long corridors. Some of the corridors are housing for servants, some are gardens and courtyards, and there are also training grounds, weapons fields, etc.
There are more than two hundred people in Zhuangzi and thirty soldiers. All of them are brave and good at fighting. They often go out to hunt and clean up bandits. With strong bows and crossbows, covered with iron armor and thick leather armor, and holding weapons in their hands,
There are few opponents nearby.
But these are secondary. For Lu Sheng, ordinary armor soldiers, no matter how elite they are, can be killed by just blowing their breath.
What he really cares about is the big secret that Ziyan Villa has always hidden.
According to Lu Zhong's memory, he had to hold a mysterious ancient ceremony with his father and elders in a secret ancestral hall at home every year since he was a child.
This ritual seems to be a tradition. There is no blood sacrifice, but some strange and messy things are offered every time.
For example, one year, what is needed is the natural birth of a beautiful fifteen-year-old virgin. But since it is a virgin, where does it come from?
One year, ninety-nine children under the age of ten are required to collect blood from their fingertips in their sleep.
There is also long hair that has not been cut for twenty years, and rice wine soaked in rabbit blood for ten years.
There were all kinds of weird and messy ritual items. Even if Lu Sheng looked at them, he couldn't tell what the ritual was about.
But after each ceremony, among a small group of people in the villa, several powerful geniuses would clearly emerge.
After so many years, Lu Sheng sorted through his memory and vaguely saw something.
Although he cannot use Yang Yuan to strengthen his physical body, he himself has fighting skills close to the master level. Even without the bloodline superpowers of the Holy Lord and Divine Weapon, and the powerful physical body endowed by magic power, it is still not something that ordinary people can match.
He has a lot of martial arts skills in his mind that can easily strengthen the physical body and turn this body into a top mortal martial arts master in a very short time.
But he didn't want to do this. A deep intuition told him that this place, this world, and this person named Lu Zhong were inextricably linked to him.
And a guess he came up with on his own prevented him from hastily strengthening the body. This guess was related to the old Dharma King he met at Black Seal Temple.
"Heavenly Demon...Heavenly Demon...if I guessed correctly..." Lu Sheng walked to an ancient ancestral hall at this time, stood still, raised his head, and quietly looked at the numerous tablets lined up in the ancestral hall.