Dream Maker [Rebirth]

Rao Luci already knew the reason why Ji Wuzhou was injured, but he was still a little confused when he heard this.

Taken from him?

Is it Fu Ling?

Seeing Lu Ci looking down at Fu Ling, Ji Yuanchen knew that he would be wrong, so he glanced aside impatiently and then withdrew his gaze, frowned and asked: "Did you never think about it?" Why is it that the original owner of your body has given all the longevity luck to others, yet you still have life to live to this day?!"

Lu Ci was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he felt a surge of energy and blood rushing straight to the top of his head, suddenly raising a doubtful point that had seemed to be non-existent for a long time to the surface!

——body, soul, longevity, luck, memory.

Living people are indispensable.

Before Song Zhong died, he had transferred all his longevity and luck to Mu Shenzhi, and what was left in the end was just a body.

Although the moon mirror soul bottle can "recall souls and gather memories", what can be preserved is only soul essence and memories.

So when Luci's soul essence and memory entered Song Zhong's body, where did the life essence he used come from?

Lu Ci stared at Fu Ling's eyes and raised them suddenly, meeting Ji Yuanchen's shallow eyes: "My longevity... is his?"

"Otherwise?" Ji Yuanchen asked back, "If he didn't insist on giving you half of his life, why do you think you were reborn?"

I don't know if it was because of the shocks he received today, but when he heard the answer from Ji Yuanchen that should have shocked him the most, Lu Ci calmed down strangely.

After a while, he figured out the idea very clearly, and said: "So as long as I return my life essence to him, can I save him?"

——Ji Wuzhou's spiritual gate was broken, and the evil life stored in it escaped. Yuan, then returning Shouyuan to Ji Wuzhou must be the way to save him.

"Yes," Ji Yuanchen said, but then changed the topic, "But the technique of marrying longevity that I have mastered can't control the number of lifespans. Once I take it, it will be all."

Lu Ci didn't seem to hear his turning point at all, he nodded casually and immediately asked: "Then what should I do now? Do I need to open the spiritual door voluntarily?"

Ji Yuanchen probably really didn't expect Lu Ci to agree so simply, and even wondered if he didn't understand what he meant at all, and couldn't help but look a little solemn, and confirmed: "You know what 'all' means Is it?—Even half of your lifespan will not be left, you will definitely die."

Lu Ci didn't seem surprised when he heard the words, he just lowered his eyes and nodded, "I know."

Ji Yuanchen couldn't help squinting slightly: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

For some reason, Lu Ci felt a little ironic when he heard these words at this time, and couldn't help but smiled wryly: "It's okay, anyway... It's not that I haven't died. What's more, there is life before death. If he hadn't given his life to Me, how did I get reborn?"

Ji Yuanchen was inexplicably choked by these words, and then he heard Lu Ci urge him to ask again: "Can we start now?"

Ji Yuanchen glanced at him, the expression in his eyes had changed a little, but his attitude was still so cold, he got up and rushed out the door, raised his chin and said, "Go out and wait, I'll repair the spirit door for him first."

——When the spiritual gate is broken, even if the new longevity is added, it will quickly pass away, so it only makes sense to repair the spiritual gate first, and then perform the technique of marrying longevity.

Lu Ci didn't say any more, nodded and walked towards the door as he said.

Walking outside the house, he raised his hand and gently closed the door, then turned around and walked a few steps, and sat down quietly on the steps in front of the door.

The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight is thick.

The red maple above the head swayed lightly, and the Zhanfengduo hanging between the branches and leaves made soft sounds, and the jingle bells seemed to urge someone to fall into a dream.

Lu Ci looked up, suddenly felt a little empty in his heart, as if floating in the vast clouds, not knowing where to go with the wind.

It turned out that I was transformed by spiritual energy, and I was born without father and mother.

It turns out that many years of wantonness in the previous life was due to someone bearing the burden.

It turns out that he has done so much for me, but I don't know anything about it.

It turns out... from such an early age, from the time we didn't know each other, he has been kind to me.

Lu Ci lowered his head and gently rubbed Fu Ling between his fingers, turning it round and round, round and round, the fundus of his eyes seemed to be stained by its blood color, a little reddish.

Shouyuan is not obtained out of thin air, and of course neither is luck.

The ill-fated fate he felt at the beginning of his rebirth was not an illusion, but because he really had no luck in his body at that time.

Until the excommunication ceremony, he chose to cross the Dream Fairy Palace, until the night when he returned to the Fairy Palace...he drank the jar of wine that Ji Wuzhou gave him.

This is where good luck comes from.

——The purple luck that has been consumed to the point of bottoming out in Banyue Fort, and the ferry luck that Ji Wuzhou said was "exhausted by half", actually has the answer already.

Recalling these clues that he had carelessly ignored again and again, Lu Ci's throat tightened again and again, and a trace of sourness oozes from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, since entering Mengmeng Immortal Palace, Ji Wuzhou has never concealed his partiality, but he mistook it for friendship with Song Zhong, and even hesitated about it.

Even if he later learned that his rebirth was bestowed by Ji Wuzhou, he still failed to realize how unusual Ji Wuzhou treated him, just because Ji Wuzhou explained helping him to be reborn as "just doing it easily", he was naive He really thought that Ji Wuzhou really just happened to meet such a special dreamer as Song Zhong, so he followed suit and gave himself the chance of rebirth.

But in fact, there are so many coincidences in this world.

If it was just a coincidence, how could Ji Wuzhou send Jiang He to Xuanjingtai to help him on purpose, how could he give him the right to do as he pleases knowing that Lu Ci entered the Dream Crossing Immortal Palace with ulterior motives, how could it be because he had never set foot on the human continent And taking him around, how could he not care about what he wanted to do when he went to Qingzhou, only thinking about giving him money and an umbrella, how could he teach him how to manipulate the Wanling staff and how to open the spiritual gate, how could he think about what he thought Anxious to what he is anxious to do his best to accompany him to track down the old case——

How could he bear the risk of transforming the spirit gate on his behalf?

How could Shouyuan be shared with him.

The pain in his heart tore Lu Ci's breathing to pieces, making him unable to think about it any longer, and he frowned and closed his eyes, tightly clutching Fu Ling between his fingers.

How could I be so belated.

he thinks.

It was only now that I realized your intentions after knowing it, and now I just woke up from my dream before the truth came to light, and now I know that the green thoughts that quietly popped up from the bottom of my heart in those tiny moments were never self-indulgent.

But...but there is no chance to talk to you face to face, no chance to return my heart.

The maple leaves are still rustling, and the bright moon is still silent.

The night wind blows the vast sea of ​​clouds, as if it wants to quietly bury the lingering thoughts.

Suddenly, there was a distant bell sound faintly under the turbulent sea of ​​clouds.

Lu Ci raised his eyes and saw three spiritual deer coming out of the clouds in the distance, rushing towards the top of the mountain in a hurry!

He hadn't had time to be surprised, but the deer had already rushed forward, but the mountain top was too narrow to allow them to land, so Lu Ci watched as they flicked their tails and turned around above the fence, and suddenly there was a person in the horizontal window Flying out, he rolled on the spot and landed firmly in the courtyard!

——Jiang He?

Lu Ci was surprised.

After standing firmly, Jiang He didn't delay for a moment, and hurried forward and asked, "Where's the Celestial Master?"

Lu Ci turned his head to the stone house behind him and raised his chin. Jiang He was about to step forward, but Lu Ci stopped him with his hand: "Uncle is repairing the spiritual gate for him, please be quiet."

Jiang He was startled for a moment, and then quickly realized: "Then there is hope?"

Luci nodded.

Jiang He heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately wrinkled his face and said in distaste: "Then what the hell kind of expression is that? It made me think that the Heavenly Master... is more ominous than good."

As he said, he lifted his clothes and sat down beside him, turned his head to see that Lu Ci was still looking like he was dying, and said suspiciously: "You can't be lying to me, are you?"

Lu Ci didn't know how to explain it to him, and he was really powerless to explain it right now, so he simply didn't answer and asked instead: "Why did you come, didn't you let you be stationed in the Immortal Palace?"

"What is there to guard?" Jiang He rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "Ji Shiyan has been here before, and the word has been delivered, can he kill him again? Besides, you take all the important things away. It doesn’t matter if the remaining ones are lost or not, the Celestial Master will not care. As for those disciples, I have settled down, and they should use medicines and medicines to heal their wounds, and nothing will go wrong for a while.”

Lu Ci did not refute, and said again: "What about the South Bridge?"

Jiang He said: "Didn't you tell him to go to the Red Flame Flower Valley? He just left when I returned to the palace."

Lu Ci nodded, Jiang He thought the same as him, the possibility of Ji Shiyan killing him again was not great, and his original intention of letting Jiang He stay there was only to settle down those disciples, and now that the arrangements are in place, there is nothing to criticize .

Seeing that Lu Ci stopped talking, Jiang He looked at him silently for a moment, and then suddenly realized that his eyes were a little red, and he squinted and said, "You must have been crying before I came, right?"

Lu Ci closed his eyes and said weakly: "No."

Jiang He didn't really believe it, he leaned forward and asked, "Is it for the Heavenly Master?"

Lu Ci was deeply exhausted, but although Jiang He didn't know the inside story, his words really hit the point, so Lu Ci didn't deny it anymore, and said perfunctorily with lowered eyes: "Yes."

Jiang He curled his lips: "Well, you still have a conscience."

As he spoke, he reached into his bosom and took out a stack of things and threw them on Lu Ci's lap: "Here."

Lu Ci looked down and found that it was actually a stack of yellowed papers folded in half. He raised his hand to pick them up and opened them, and saw that there were lines of small script written on it. The content seemed to be some kind of prescription or recipe. :"What's this?"

"When Linglu came, my younger brother happened to be showing me this. I almost forgot if he didn't mention it." Jiang He pointed to the corner of the paper, "This 'ci' is actually you, right?"

Lu Ci looked along, and sure enough, he saw the word "Ci" written at the end of the signature. In a blink of an eye, he looked closely at the pen and ink on the paper, only to realize that it was actually his own handwriting.

At the same time, he suddenly remembered Pufferfish's inexplicable question when he was in the wine shop——

"Your name is Lu Ci? Farewell Ci?"

"Can you make wine?"

Thinking about it this way, it was only when Lu Ci read the content on the paper that it suddenly dawned on him—it turned out that this was not a recipe for medicine, but a recipe for wine making.

He hurriedly flipped through it again, and found that the thick stack of yellowed paper was all wine-making recipes written by himself, but the strange thing was that he had no impression of these at all, and he couldn't remember when he wrote them. .

"Where did this come from?" Lu Ci wondered.

Jiang He pretended to be mysterious: "You guess?"

Lu Ci was really not in the mood to tease him, and stared at him expressionlessly.

Jiang He made fun of himself, and said coyly, "Okay, okay, I'll tell you."

As he said that, he raised his chin towards the stack of papers: "This is only a small part. There is still a large box in the wine cellar behind the wine shop. In the past, the Celestial Master hid them like treasures, and he went to have a look at them from time to time. It took me a long time to look at it. When I was young, my brother and I didn’t know what it was, and we were so curious that we were dying of curiosity. Later, when the Tianshi was not around, we secretly opened it and found that it was just some wine making recipes. Then we lost interest. Until When the Celestial Master brought you here, he said that your name was Luci, and my younger brother somehow remembered these prescriptions and said that it must be yours. How about it, is it yours?"

Lu Ci was speechless for a long time.

These handwritings are indeed his, but... why doesn't he have the slightest impression?Moreover, there is still a box?How can there be so many?

Lu Ci couldn't help frowning slightly, he always felt that there was something in his heart that was about to come out, but it was so close to the door that it was difficult for people to understand.

At this moment, the door of the room behind them opened with a "squeak", and the two hurriedly stood up and turned to meet them.

"Uncle," Lu Ci said eagerly, "Are you ready?"

Ji Yuanchen glanced at Jiang He indifferently, but ignored him, and only said to Lu: "Come in."

Lu Ci nodded and stepped into the door, but Ji Yuanchen raised his hand to block Jiang He following him, "I didn't mention you."

Jiang He was startled, and saw Ji Yuanchen raised his chin towards another stone house next to him: "Go over there, and grind the basket of dried herbs inside into powder."

Jiang He was simply baffled, but in front of Ji Yuanchen, he didn't dare to make any mistakes. Although he was reluctant, he still let out a muffled "Oh", turned and walked towards the stone house.

Ji Yuanchen closed the door, turned to look at Lu Ci and said, "Are you ready?"

Although Lu Ci died once, but he didn't know how to prepare for the death, so he just nodded.

Ji Yuanchen didn't say any more, walked to the table and picked up a bowl of warm medicinal soup that was hanging there and handed it to him, "Then drink it."

Lu Ci raised his hand to take it, glanced at the black concoction in the bowl, and didn't ask what it was, just put it to his mouth and drank it up.

Ji Yuanchen took the empty bowl and put it back on the table, pointed to the bed and said, "Go and lie down."

Lu Ci did as he said, lay down on his back by the bed, looked at Ji Wuzhou beside him, and asked Ji Yuanchen, "Is there anything else I can do?"

"It's gone." Ji Yuanchen said, "You will fall asleep after the medicine is strong, and the rest is my business."

Lu Ci nodded, thinking that this is not bad—losing his life essence in his sleep and dying quietly, ignorant is not too difficult.

Ji Yuanchen had already turned around to prepare the things needed for the operation, Lu Ci turned his head again to look at Ji Wuzhou beside him, but looking at it, he suddenly felt a little sad again.

Although I am not afraid of death, but...

It's still a pity.

There are still so many words that I didn't have time to say to you, and I didn't even have time to say goodbye, so I left without saying goodbye in my sleep. For you...would it be cruel?

Lu Ci's eyes flushed again, his Adam's apple kept rolling, and he suddenly called out, "Uncle."

Ji Yuanchen turned his head to look, and heard Lu Ci ask hoarsely: "Can I ask you something?"

Ji Yuanchen said, "Say."

Lu Ci took a deep breath to calm his mind, and said: "After I leave, can you change the memory for him?"

——Since Ji Yuanchen can manipulate Wanling's staff so skillfully, it must be no problem to create dreams and change memories. If Ji Wuzhou's memories about him can be erased, it will be enough to avoid his sadness.

Ji Yuanchen understood his intention in an instant, but suddenly sneered: "Gaiyi? You are really in the same line as the original owner of your body. Why, do you all think this is great?"

The sarcasm in these words was almost overflowing, and Lu Ci didn't know why his reaction was so strong, but he was not affected by it at all, and calmly said: "Uncle must not want to see him sad, let He forgot about me, what's wrong with him?"

Ji Yuanchen jokingly asked back: "Are you being too sentimental? How do you know that he will be sad?"

Lu Ci had no intention of arguing with him, and simply followed his will and said neither humble nor overbearing: "If it's not for my self-indulgent affection, he will be able to avoid being sad if he forgets me; It doesn't matter who you are, isn't it?"

This remark can be said to be watertight, and Ji Yuanchen was speechless to refute for a while.

Lu Ci didn't wait for his response, and said earnestly again: "Uncle, I can't make up for the injuries and hardships he suffered in the past, but now I don't want to let him suffer any more pain, just treat him as a junior." The last wish, I hope my uncle will come true."

Looking at Lu Ciqing's sincere eyes, Ji Yuanchen couldn't help being silent for a long time, and finally turned around and said, "Got it."

Lu Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and the boulder in his heart finally dropped a bit.

At this moment, he had completely understood Song Zhong's mood at that time, it was a feeling mixed with reluctance, regret, and helplessness, but he also felt a little relieved because he thought that the other party would not have to go through the same torture.

He didn't look at Ji Wuzhou next to him, but looked straight at the roof, he was afraid that if he turned his head slightly to look one more time, the reluctance that he had finally let go would spread again.

The flickering candles in the house dragged the shadows of the beams on the roof into indeterminate light and shade, and the tinkling of Zhanfeng Duo outside the window faintly sounded, and the tinkling of bells still seemed to lure someone into a dream.

——There is no need to urge me any more.

Lu Ci thought to himself.

——Here we go to sleep.

Suddenly, a heavy tiredness hit, and Lu Ci's eyes were blurred for a moment, only to feel that the room was suddenly dark, and it was almost impossible to see clearly.

——So familiar, such a feeling.

Just like the night when I first moved to Ji Wuzhou's house when I was in the secret realm, the same night was quiet, the lights were dark, the same... close at hand.

Under the drowsiness of sleepiness, Lu Ci slowly moved his hand a little to the side, and lightly touched the back of Ji Wuzhou's hand.

Sure enough... even the slightly cool touch of the fingertips is exactly the same.

This, perhaps, can be regarded as a beginning and an end.

As he thought about it, his thoughts began to wander little by little, flying far and near, reminding him to hold the yellowed old paper in the other hand tightly.

Lu Ci grasped the paper in a daze but subconsciously, and suddenly felt strands of memory seep into his fingers as if seeping out of the paper, swimming along the blood into the already chaotic mind, and gradually pieced together There are vaguely recognizable scenes.

——Ah...I see.

Lu Ci's heart suddenly became clear for a moment.

——It turned out that the memories of his previous life he had since his rebirth were not complete at all. It turned out that there were so many precious fragments that were left out in the dusty corners.

The moment of clarity is fleeting, and the crazy tiredness is overwhelming.

Lu Ci finally couldn't bear it anymore and closed his eyes heavily.

At the last moment before he fell into a deep sleep, Ji Wuzhou's eyes staring at him in the gentle moonlight of Nanyanji appeared in his mind, and the two whispers that Ji Wuzhou said with a smile echoed in his ears——

"Were you unlucky before Lizhou?"

"I thought it was fine then."

Yeah... very good.

It was fine then too.