otherworldly painter

1. Wenlong Inkstone

1. Wenlong Inkstone...

Li Wenlong went out early today, and received a text message last night that a good inkstone appeared on the black market.Li Wenlong, 28 years old, a rookie in the field of ink painting, has nothing to do but is too persistent in the four treasures of the study.

The driver who was familiar with the road turned into an alley. Regardless of the potholes on the road, Li Wenlong hurriedly opened a door and walked in.Sure enough, it is a good inkstone, the tentacles are warm, like jade but not jade, smooth and tender like a baby's skin, unable to withstand the joy of hunting, immediately rub the ink, pick up the pen and scatter it on the rice paper, only to see Liu Yan on the painting There is a bend in the blue lake with misty waves. Not far away, there is a man fishing casually. The man is very similar to Li Wenlong. Behind the lake and mountains is a smog, high-rise buildings, and all kinds of vehicles looming in it. Sign the three words of Li Wenlong, Li Wenlong He took a deep breath, put down the pen, and stroked the inkstone carefully.

"Make an offer!"

"Mr. Li is really refreshing." The boss who had been waiting for a long time rubbed his hands and shook the fat on his face with a smile, "The inkstone is [-] plus the painting that Mr. Li just made. This price cannot be more fair."

Li Wenlong pondered, money doesn't matter, but he never sells his paintings, his paintings are priceless, but that's not what he cares about, he just doesn't want his works to be ruined.After thinking about it again and again, he really liked this inkstone so much, he nodded, took out his credit card and handed it to the boss, while he took out a seal carving knife and carved the word Wenlong on the cleaned inkstone.

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he kept stroking Wenlong inkstone with the other hand. After so many years, he finally found an inkstone that suits his heart.With a loud bang, Li Wenlong saw an ink light shining towards him from the inkstone, and then the car overturned, and he lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took before consciousness gradually returned. My ears were filled with the voices of many people. I tried to open my eyes, but I was shocked to find that I couldn't see it, and it was pitch black. cry.There was another chattering noise all around.What exactly happened here?Li Wenlong stretched out his hand angrily, and touched a cold object. It felt right. It was Wenlong inkstone. It seemed that he had found a straw to save his life. Li Wenlong held on to it tightly.

It was a few days before Li Wenlong figured out the situation around him.He traveled through time, in other words, he was reincarnated with the memory of his previous life.It seems that I died in a car accident in my last life, and I have traveled to this different time and space with that inkstone.Unfortunately, being blind, seeing, seeing nothing is a terrible thing for a painter.The language of this world is not English, let alone Chinese, so Li Wenlong can only understand so much for the time being.

Three years later, although he was blind, Li Wenlong, oh, no, he should be called Plant Moore now, and he still learned to write by groping. Of course, it was his hard work, and of course his mother's careful teaching.The patriarch of the Moore family is also Plant's father. He is a ninth-level Dharma god and has the title of earl, which is equivalent to a prime minister.His mother is the eldest daughter of the Wright family. People in the Wright family are generally good at martial arts, and his mother is an eighth-rank martial artist.He also has an older brother, Ike Moore, who is 15 years old now and is studying at the Imperial Academy of Magic and Martial Arts. He seems to be very busy with his studies. In the past three years, he only came back when he was one year old.

Everything is going well, but every time he touches Wenlong inkstone, he feels regretful. In this world, goose feathers and ink are used to write, but the only paper is parchment and papyrus.Goose feathers can't draw ink and wash paintings at all. In the previous life, I used to grind ink, but now I can't bear to use ink directly. What's more sad is that these papers can't be used at all.The grease on the parchment made the brush and ink often not continuous, and the papyrus was even more unusable, as it was rough and rough, which was completely different from the rice paper used before.

Fortunately, in his previous life, Plant was very persistent in the Four Treasures of the Study and often made them by himself. It is not too difficult to solve these problems in this life.After begging in every possible way, my mother agreed to give him a pot of bamboo that was bestowed by the emperor. In this world, bamboo is called Jiejiecao.Experience in his previous life told him that the best brush hair is a child's fetal hair, and his own hair has not been cut since birth, and it feels very soft and smooth.She cut off a bunch without hesitation, and my mother often sighed at the missing lock of hair.Mo’s words are also easier to deal with. After all, the original materials of ink and ink are similar, they are all charcoal. I asked the servant to go to the ink workshop to buy a pile of charcoal and come back, and then piece together some other materials. Platt made it in one go. I paid dozens of yuan, tried it, and it was pretty good.Next, the paper is more troublesome. The servants have to refine it many times before they can barely make the feeling of the rice paper from the previous life.Plant asked his mother to build a small paper-making workshop for him in the mansion. The efficiency of paper-making is really too low, otherwise he would not have made such a bad move.

Although the current body is small, holding the brush still brings back the feeling of the previous life.Since the eyes can't see, the pen and ink can only be swayed by feeling.Fortunately, I have been writing since elementary school. As long as the paper is laid flat, Platt can find the right seat. Those who have not verified it with their own eyes cannot believe that this is written by a blind person.

2. Magic induction

2. Magic induction...

Plant has a habit of not being disturbed by anyone when he is practicing calligraphy and painting. Even his mother can only look at him worriedly, close the door of the study for him, and leave him alone.

On this day, Plant's father took him to a manor, which was obviously not in the city center, and there were only birds chirping around.Lord Moore looked at his youngest son. Although this son was blind from birth, he was rare and stable and precocious. He had never seen him cry since he was born. For some reason, he couldn't look at his little son like a child.Moreover, he actually learned to write like a blind person in three years, which is simply a miracle.But I have to remind myself often that he is only a three-year-old child.

"Father, are we here yet?" The soft voice said in a leisurely manner.Master Moore picked up his child and knocked on the door, "You must be polite when you see the teacher later." Who, with such a big face, actually excused his father, and the prime minister of the empire came to the door in person, and Plant became cautious.

With a squeak, the door opened, "It's Lord Moore, please come inside." The person who opened the door was a woman in her twenties, "Guda knows you must be very happy to come."

"I'm afraid he misses my wine! This is my youngest son, Lante, and this is Master Guda's wife, called Auntie." Moore carried Plante in front of the woman.

"Hello, Auntie." Plante said hesitantly. His mental age was much older than her, which was somewhat unacceptable.

"Little Lante, you've grown up so much! Let auntie hug you." As he spoke, he snatched Plante from Moore's hands. He pinched Plante's face without any scruples. "Master Moore, go find Guda by yourself! Let me take care of Little Lante first."

"This time I brought Lant to Guda on a special trip. Lant has also reached the age to learn magic." Moore helplessly interrupted the excited Mrs. Guda.

"That's it!" After thinking for a while, "Let's go there together! Don't worry, Guda will definitely accept you, little guy." As he said that, the thief stretched out his hand.

"Auntie..." Plant put on a bitter face, but in Mrs. Guda's eyes, she was really cuter.

"Guda, Moore is here, get out of here quickly." Mrs. Guda roared like a Hedong lion, and Plant was almost deaf from the shock.

There was a bang, followed by a bang, and an old man covered in ashes, smelling like wine, ran over. "Ma'am, you are finally willing to see me, you forgive me." He said, looking at his wife anxiously.

"No," the answer was decisive. "It's not that easy for me to forgive you. If you accept this little guy as your apprentice, I can consider it."

"That's what Ma'am says."

Plante couldn't see, but Guda's voice was a bit deep and hoarse. He expected to be a middle-aged man at most, but he didn't know that what he couldn't see was a couple of grandparents and grandchildren.

"Hello, Uncle Guda." Plante said.

"This is Xiao Lante? This is good!" Gu Da laughed from ear to ear when he heard the uncle. "Come with Uncle, let me see your magic power."

Gu Da led everyone to an open space, "Little Lante, calm down first, and slowly stretch out your hand, yes, that's it."

"Did you feel anything?"

"There is wind, birds chirping, and insects chirping." Plant didn't know why, so he tried to answer what he could feel.

"Damn it." Gu Da cursed in a low voice, and when he raised his hand, a transparent net quickly opened up. "Now!" The three looked at Plant eagerly.a long time.

"Sorry, I don't feel it."

"Does it feel like cold or hot or other strange things are turning around you?" Mrs. Guda asked.

Plant shook his head.

"This......" Gu Da looked at his wife pitifully, "He......"

"Do you want to go back on your word?" Mrs. Gu Da glared at him angrily.

"No, no, no," Gu Da repeatedly waved his hands, "I'll take him, I'll definitely take him as an apprentice." Looking at Plante, he didn't expect that his apprentice was not only blind, but also had no magical talent.On this continent, even idiots can more or less sense magic. Why did the Moore family have such a freak.He glanced at Moore resentfully.

Moore also frowned on this matter. He never expected this to happen. How could he not sense magic?The eldest son is obviously a genius in magic and martial arts, so how can the younger son be a waste material?impossible.

"No need." Plante said lightly, "Auntie, don't embarrass uncle anymore. I know that if you can't sense magic elements, you can't practice magic. And I just like drawing."

"Little Lante, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Mrs. Guda hugged Planti at once.

Painting, Guda glanced at Plante, then at Moore, "Is the child's eyes really helpless?" Moore shook his head, he had tried both the light magic and the recovery potion, and it didn't work at all. .

Gu Da looked at his wife and the child who couldn't help comforting his wife, and suddenly felt that he was so insignificant, and that this child would be extraordinary in the future.He wanted to say a few words of comfort, but found that he didn't seem to need comfort at all.

3. God's visitor

3. God's visitor...

After returning from Guda, Plant not only didn't feel disappointed, but relaxed, so that he could paint more without distracting thoughts.

The laments of his parents and the contempt of his servants were all taken for granted by Plante. He knew what he wanted.

"Lante, stay in the room obediently today. There are important people in the family coming." Mrs. Moore stroked Plante's black hair and told him gently. Plante nodded. He would not come out of the room anyway to paint took up most of his life.

"Go!" The mother kissed his forehead, and let the servant carry him back to the room.

After dismissing the servants, Plant groped for a place to paint as usual. This was a space made up of four long tables. The table was not high, just suitable for Plant's height. The table was covered with rice paper.Plant held his ink-stained brush in his right hand, and pulled his sleeve with his left hand. He pondered for a moment, brushed his pen and ink, but took Tai Chi steps under his feet.Shaking back and forth, seeming to be moving but not moving, the feet are drawing arcs and spinning, and the hands are also non-stop.If outsiders seem to think that the young master of the Moore family is bewitched.It turned out that Plant was blind and couldn't see things, so he couldn't tell the direction, couldn't see the length. Even if the painting was finished, it was not as good as what he had in his mind. .Although Tai Chi is constantly moving, it has rules and regulations. No matter how it moves, it will eventually return to the starting point, and according to the touch of the footsteps, Plante can clearly feel where he is writing. This is really a loss. His grandpa forced him to learn Tai Chi.Moreover, this painting incorporates Tai Chi, and the writing is smoother and smoother.

"Master Servant, please come this way." Moore dealt with this black-robed man carefully. In the Magic Continent, even the emperor would give him three points. You can't despise him, because he is a servant of God. In front of him, the so-called gods of law and martial arts are just like a joke. As long as he is willing, he can make a lot of gods of law and martial arts.

The person walking in front suddenly stopped listening, and looked at a corner of the yard with those bright black eyes.

"That's the child's study room. Because his eyes are inconvenient and he is still young, he was not allowed to come out to meet the Servant of God." Moore quickly explained, for fear that the lord would do something wrong, and he couldn't bear it.

"Xiao Hei, what's the matter." Standing next to Lord God Servant was a strange young man with hair that only reached his ears, apparently just growing out, and there was a strange transparent metal-wrapped circle on his eyes.If Plante was present and not blind, he would have recognized it as a spectacle lens.

"Go and have a look." Said the servant and walked towards Plant's study.

Pushing open the door of the study without any hesitation, the servant of God frowned, and turned a corner, it was the place where Plant was painting.Everyone was dumbfounded by the situation before them.

I saw that the youngest son of the Moore family was bathed in magic elements. All kinds of elements were colorful, strong but arranged in an orderly manner, while Plant was stepping on strange steps and swaying the strange pen in his hand. The whole person was like a descendant of God.

Everyone just watched quietly, until Plante stopped the pen in his hand, and the strong magic element dissipated without a trace.

"Your son?" After a long time, the servant of God asked.

"Yes." Moore admitted simply. He was too shocked. The youngest son has no magic talent, but he can gather such a strong magic element. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse. I hope this servant of God can give an answer.

"Come here." The servant of God pondered for a while, and Moore immediately hugged Plant in front of him.

The servant stared at Plank for a long time.

"Xiao Hei, this kid obviously doesn't have any talent for magic!" The strange young man next to him said again, "He's not like me, do you need to be so defensive? Also, can this kid from the Moore family be a fake? Appeared out of nowhere?"

The god servant sighed, waved his hand, turned and left, and the young man hurriedly followed, "Don't reveal a word about today's affairs." The god servant's words came suddenly, and everyone was puzzled, but no one dared to disagree with the god servant's words. from.

In the early morning of the next day, Plante was woken up by someone shaking him, so early, who would be so courageous, Plante's complexion was very bad.

"You go down first!" Mrs. Moore looked at the young man who followed the servant of God yesterday, and then at her son. Although she was not very relieved, she still left the room with the servants.

"Boy, ink painting is pretty good!" The young man sat on the edge of the bed, crossed his legs, and poured himself a glass of water.

Plant frowned, ink painting, how could he know.

"Tai Chi is also good." The young man continued.

"Who are you?" Plant already had a half-clear in his mind.

"Cui Ming." The young man replied, "What about you?"

"Li Wenlong." Plant was a little bit happy in his heart, but he didn't show it. After all, he didn't know what this person was thinking.

"You are lucky. You became the son of the God of Law. I fell directly in front of the servant of God and was imprisoned by him as an invader." Cui Ming sighed.

"Imprisoned. Are you like this?" Plante smiled.

"The current God Servant is normal at night, but he is a five or six-year-old child during the day. I have already coaxed him, don't worry, he won't come." Cui Ming continued, "I came here today to remind you."

He stood up, listened intently for a while, confirmed that there was no one around, and then said, "This world does not allow the existence of aliens. The servant of God believes that aliens will bring a devastating blow to this world." Cui Ming sneered, "I But it’s a narrow escape! I almost won’t be able to run into you.”

4、Brothers and brothers

4. Brothers and brothers...

"You must have been in a car accident too!" Plant raised his head sharply to look at the source of the voice.

"What a coincidence, maybe I was bumped over by you." Cui Ming saw his expression, he understood, and said casually.

"Have you ever thought about going back?" Plante asked.

"I want to, even in my dreams. But I haven't found a way to go back from the half world of cultivation to the half world of magic." Sighing, Cui Ming continued, "Now I just hope that the servant of God will not push too hard. "

"There is still a comprehension continent in this world?" Plante asked vaguely.

"You don't even know this. Anyway, this world is called the God's Continent. The half-world of comprehension and the half-world of magic are rarely connected. There are not only monsters but also monsters here. Many things are simply unheard of in our world. ..." Listening to Cui Ming's eloquence, Plant gradually let go of his guard. It's a difficult brother.

"You were a painter in your previous life!" Plante nodded. "You're blind in this life, so why don't you want to do anything else? The knowledge from your previous life is still very useful."

"It sounds like you're doing well." When Plante said this, Cui Ming's face collapsed immediately.

"Under the supervision of the servant of the gods, how could it be better? I took advantage of his illness and developed a little dark force." Looking at the little Plant, "How old are you, would you like to come and help me?"

"28 plus three" Planta went straight to "I know nothing but painting."

Cui Ming rubbed his nose, "It's actually older than me. For the sake of fellow villagers, the elder brother is worshiped by the younger brother."

"Haha, you're so funny, just call me Wenlong. By the way, come here." Plante took out the Wenlong inkstone that never left his body.

"This is........."

"My inkstone, when there was a car accident, I vaguely saw a black light shooting from it. Could it be related to time travel?" Cui Ming carefully held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

"I really don't see any tricks." He returned the Wenlong inkstone to Plant, "It must be related, so keep it well."

"You really don't want to come and help me?" Plante nodded, "Then how about I ask you one thing?"

"tell me the story."

"Teach me Taijiquan." Cui Ming was not awkward, and said directly, "Although I learned the 24 simplified forms in my first year of freshman, I forgot all about it."

"No problem." Plant promised, "Can you do me a favor too."

"Say it straight." Cui Ming rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Help me find some bamboos to make writing brushes."

"I'm afraid it will take a while." Plante nodded.

"By the way, what happened yesterday?" Plante suddenly remembered what happened last night, and took the opportunity to ask.

"You may not know that when you paint, you gather strong magic elements. Originally, your father wanted the servant of God to give you the ability to learn magic, but because of this, that guy definitely disagreed." Cui Ming said truthfully.

"Magic element, attracted by me?" Cui Mingen asked.

After a long silence, Cui Ming said, "Although you don't have magical talent, the world is still dominated by the jungle. Maybe there is a way to help you use these magic elements."

"Tell me." Plante said indifferently. It doesn't matter if he is strong or not. In such a family, it is possible that someone will bully him. Besides, being strong is not what he pursues.

"Magic scroll, as far as I know, this magic scroll is a bit like a formation, a spell or something like that, maybe you can use pen and ink to seal all kinds of magic in rice paper like a magic scroll. Rice paper, by the way, where did you come from?" Rice paper." Cui Ming's eyes lit up, it is a good thing for making money!

"I asked the people in the house to do it." Plante replied lightly, thinking about Cui Ming's words.

"You are truly a genius." As he spoke, Cui Ming stood up excitedly, and kissed Plante on the face.

"As for it? That's fine, don't talk about it, you can take those craftsmen away, but you have to make sure to send me enough rice paper for my painting." Plant quickly waved his little hand to push Cui Ming away.

"It's getting late today, I'll come back tomorrow." Cui Ming's tone was a little anxious, and it was obvious that he was still very afraid of that servant.

"Yeah. I'll teach you Tai Chi tomorrow." Plante never backed down on what he promised.

5. Magic ink

5. Magic ink...

In the past few days, Cui Ming must report on time every morning.Learned Tai Chi step by step, and explained the making of magic scrolls to Plant during the break.This person is very strange and knowledgeable, and there are some things that Plante is not easy to ask. After all, it may be related to Cui Ming's life or death.From his mouth, it can be known that the servant of God is really difficult to deal with. If he knows that he has also passed through, it may not be as simple as being watched.The two of them acted with extreme caution.

At this moment, Cui Ming was doing Tai Chi slowly, and under Plante's careful teaching, he looked pretty good, but unfortunately, Plante couldn't see it.And Plant is not idle. According to Cui Ming, he can use ink painting to seal magic. Although he doesn't care much about it, he might as well give it a try.

I saw the little person holding the writing brush that was out of proportion to his body, dipped in ink, pondered for a while, took Tai Chi steps, and moved slowly. With a wave of the pen tip, the magical elements immediately came overwhelming.Changing the painting, Plant thought.Ink painting focuses on artistic conception, and magic elements are generally felt through the senses.Is it possible to combine painting and magic elements through my perception of artistic conception,......

Maybe it can be done. When Plante thought of this, he immediately let go of other thoughts and concentrated on drawing the picture he wanted to draw in his mind.The mountains are green hills, the water is clear water, empty valleys and streams, waterfalls and long rivers, surrounded by flowers and plants, spring, summer, autumn and winter, weather changes......

After an unknown period of time, Plant let out a long breath. When he was just painting, he seemed to be able to see again. The water, the grass and the flowers seemed to be right in front of his eyes. The sun was so bright, and the emptiness and freshness made him feel happy. stand up.

Papa, "If you don't finish the painting, I don't know whether to stay or go." Cui Ming laughed.

"How?" Plant was a little excited, a little trembling.

"You succeeded." Cui Ming walked over and patted his little shoulder. "In my opinion, your ink magic scroll can no longer be evaluated by level. If I guessed correctly, the theme of your painting is the scroll's." Nature. These four paintings of yours should have the function of fusion. As soon as you unfold them, the opponent's attack can be melted by you and merged into the painting. Moreover, this painting is not a one-time consumable. As long as the painting is not destroyed, it will always be It has this function. It may be because you have integrated Tai Chi, he can exchange Yin and Yang, and consume magic by himself."

"Haha, it seems that the past few days have not been in vain." Plante said such a high evaluation with a smile.

"It's inconvenient for me to stay here for a long time, or the servant of the god will be suspicious. I won't come tomorrow, and I may start again soon. I will send rice paper regularly." Cui Ming cupped his hands, although Plant Can't see it, but he knows he can feel it.

"Wait, I don't have any parting gifts, so you take these four paintings with you! It can be regarded as a thought of the original world." Plante didn't think there was anything amazing about this painting, but in Cui Ming's eyes, it was It's different.Such a magic scroll is rare.Without saying thank you right now, he picked up the four paintings, said his farewell, and left.

"I don't know if we will meet again by fate." Plante said to himself, feeling a little reluctant.

As the seasons passed, Plant had grown into an eight-year-old boy. Since he had no magical talent, his father never mentioned sending him to the Magic and Martial Arts Academy or finding another mentor.Plante was also at ease.Although I didn't deliberately draw the ink painting of the magic scroll, but now I can seal the magic with ink, which is many times stronger than before.

The elder brother, who was away all the year round, was said to have formed a mercenary group outside, which caused a lot of trouble, but he just didn't go home, which made his mother miss him all the time, and by the way, forced his brother's love on Plant. It is simply the little ancestor of the family.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten that he could gather magic since that night.Over the years, Plant's rice paper and brushes have never been broken, and the quality is getting better every time. He knows that Cui Ming must have put a lot of effort into it.According to the servants, rice paper is also sold outside, but the price is ridiculously expensive, and the quality is not one-tenth of what Plante used.Cui Ming is really a profiteer. Unexpectedly, Plant smiled and shook his head.That guy doesn't know what's wrong.

"Lord Moore, something is wrong." Someone from the palace rushed over anxiously, and hurriedly called Plant's father away, but Plant didn't take it seriously. countable.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Moore came back, he ordered his servants to pack their bags. It turned out that something happened on the border, and the enemy country did not know where to get a magician. His mother's eighth-rank Martial Saint is also going into battle, which shows how serious the situation is.

"You have to take good care of the young master, do you hear me?" Mrs. Moore stroked Plant's head, looking worriedly at the people who lowered their heads.This son has been spoiled by him since he was a child, and he has never suffered a little bit of suffering or wronged, and his temperament is indifferent to the world.I left in a hurry this time, and I didn’t have time to find the eldest son. It would be better if the border war couple returned triumphantly. If something happened, Nalante would not end up living on the streets, but gossip would always be inevitable. Is he letting go? No more.

"Madam, it's time to go. Rant can take care of himself." Moore put his arms around his wife's waist, and said the second half of the sentence to Plant.

"Father and mother, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion." Moore nodded, patted Plant on the shoulder, and got on the unicorn.

6: Shocking Change

6. Surprise...

After a hasty farewell, I didn't expect Mrs. Moore's worries to be fulfilled one by one, and this turn around turned into a farewell.

Two years passed in a blink of an eye. In the eyes of outsiders, Plante was undoubtedly pitiful and lonely. He had no parents to take care of him. Only the Gudas, who were not teachers, came to visit occasionally. go out.But for Plant himself, before, he only missed the original world and his family in that world, and now he has an additional parent who misses this world, and nothing else has changed much.

Under Plant's attitude, many servants began to become arrogant. If there was not an old butler who was shocked, I really don't know what trouble would have happened.

The weather is getting colder and colder. If it was in the previous life, it would probably be the Spring Festival.I heard people say that there were snowflakes outside, but to Plant, the scene of snowflakes was just a picture in his mind in his previous life.He simply locked himself in the room, picked up the pen in his hand, and used the power of magic to enjoy the snow scene in the depths of his mind.

"Little master, hurry up, the master and wife are back." The old butler was panting heavily at the door of the study.When the young master is painting, no one is allowed to enter the study room. The master made a special explanation the night before he left.

"Really?" Plant thought he could be calm, but he didn't expect that at this moment, his voice was trembling.Quickly opened the door, "Take me back to my room to change clothes, hurry up."

The old butler gave him a wink, and immediately a maid came up to lead Plant back to his room.

Soon, Plant got into the carriage, and he was going to pick up his parents at the gate of the city himself.Thinking of my mother seeing me running out in such a cold weather, it was time to nag again, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Young master, we've arrived at the gate of the city. Shall we wait here?" The coachman stopped the carriage, and Plant nodded.

"Just wait here!" The old butler immediately ordered the driver.

"Haven't you come yet?" I don't know if he was too excited. Plante's usual self-cultivation had long since disappeared, and he couldn't help asking every little while. The old housekeeper took the trouble to open the curtain to see.Plant felt his heart was beating very fast, his breathing was difficult, and he couldn't wait to see his parents. Is this really just excitement?It seemed vaguely that something was going to happen, why didn't it come.

"It's coming, it's coming. Young master, the imperial army is back." The old butler's voice was extremely excited.

"Quickly, help me down and take me to my mother." Plante stretched out his hand, and the old housekeeper hurriedly supported him.Picking him up is like an army galloping away. After all, he is also the housekeeper of Moore's house. This distance can be reached in an instant.

"What's going on." Plant felt a little strange. Apart from the neat marching pace, there was also a depressive atmosphere that made him breathless.Blindness already sharpened his other senses, coupled with the contact with magic while painting, the atmosphere of the surrounding magic elements was obviously different.The old butler didn't say a word, just looked at the team in front of him with red eyes.It is the guard of honor of the funeral, a piece of white, blending with the sky and the earth, blurring the eyes.

"What's going on?" Plante was already full of anger. "Say......" There was still no sound, Plant was about to be suppressed and went crazy, struggling to get out of the arms of the old butler, but it was a pity that his thin arms couldn't break free at all.

"Your Majesty, I will send Lord Moore and his wife's coffin back to their hometown......"

"God Morfa devoted himself to the empire. In this battle, he repelled powerful enemies for our empire, but he died in a foreign land......"

Other voices could no longer float into Plant's ears. The coffin was dead. Isn't his father a god of law?Isn't mother a martial artist?It's so easy to die, he doesn't believe it, it's impossible.

"Ah......" With a mournful cry, she fainted in the old housekeeper's arms.The snow fell harder.

"Little Lante, you're awake!" A pair of gentle hands lifted Plante up from the bed.

"Aunt Guda." Plant called in a low voice, suppressing his crying.

"Cry if you want to cry, what are you pretending to do in front of Auntie?" Mrs. Guda pulled Plant into her arms.

"Woooo..." Leaning in this warm embrace, Plante's tears could no longer be restrained from gushing out. Did so many years of doting make him weak? ?But now he completely thinks of himself as a ten-year-old who just lost his parents.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, his eyes became blurred, and his voice gradually died down. Mrs. Gu Da gently put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and sighed.

"How is it?" Gu Da came in and asked softly.

"Sleeping, the cause of death of the Moore couple?"

"Poisoned."

"What?" Gu Da covered his wife's mouth, "keep down", and looked at Plant.

"Uncle Guda, tell the truth! I should know the cause of my parents' death, and I can't let them just go there without knowing why." Plante, who should have fallen asleep, opened his eyes. Although the eyes were silent, they were dark and frightening.

"A few good pharmacists and I checked secretly. Your parents were plotted against. Although those superficial wounds are hideous, they are not fatal. They contain a kind of poison that we don't know." Gu Da didn't agree. Concealment, although this child is only ten years old, he is also a bit delicate, but his courage makes it impossible to just treat him as a child.

"Who would do it?" Plante asked calmly instead of getting angry.

"I don't know, for a law