"Brother Ning Zhuo, I'm here!" Zheng Jian laughed, saw Ning Zhuo get out of the carriage, and walked a few steps before rushing to the front.
Ning Zhuo quickly clenched his fists and saluted: "Brother Zheng."
"Why bother with courtesy!" Zheng Jian grabbed Ning Zhuo's arm and stopped him from continuing to salute, "Let's go, let's go to the second floor."
Behind her, Ning Xiaohui slowly stepped on the back of the servant and walked down.
Seeing Zheng Jian dragging Ning Zhuo and ignoring herself, her face was covered with a layer of frost.
Since the last time he successfully explored the fairy palace, Ning Zhuo has completely demonstrated his own value among the three high-level companies, and his status has soared.
In order to better win over Ning Zhuo, Ning Xiaoren accelerated the weaving of evidence and framed Ning Zuo.
You must know that Ning Zhou has been under Ning Xiaoren for many years, and there is no merit or hard work.
Ning Xiaoren behaved like this, which made Ning Zhuo secretly ashamed and vigilant.
Ning Zhuo and Zheng Jian walked together arm in arm and walked into a garden.
On the door plaque of the garden, the three big characters of Salesian Garden are engraved.
There were a lot of people in the Salesian Garden, talking to each other, talking about the name of Li Leifeng.
Li Leifeng finally died, and according to his will, Salesian Garden prepared a bequest meeting for him, at which all Li Leifeng's relics will be given away.
"I didn't expect Li Lao to go after all. When I was a child, I grew up watching Li Lao's puppet show." Zheng Jian sighed.
Ning Zhuo also sighed: "Li Lao is a respectable person, since he took charge of Salesian Kindergarten, I don't know how many orphans and homeless children he has saved."
Zheng Jian patted Ning Zhuo's back: "Li Lao is happy and mournful, and he is dying! Look at how many people came today, you can see Li Lao's reputation. His life is definitely worth it!"
Ning Zhuo nodded slightly and stopped talking.
The vast majority of the flow of people gathered in a five-story pavilion meeting.
The bequest event is held here.
Ning Zhuo and others also walked into this building.
The pavilion is in the shape of a zigzag.
Climbing the stairs and coming to the private room on the second floor, Ning Zhuo met the Zhou brothers.
"Come on, sit down."
"The meals held by Salesian Kindergarten this time are still old-fashioned, evoking memories."
"Yes, I still remember that when I was a child, I liked to watch puppet shows the most. The private room opposite is where I often go."
"When I was a child, I liked to lie on the railing and watch plays."
Ning Zhuo was silent, his eyes falling to the corner of the lobby.
When he was a child, he would always sneak in when the ticket inspector was not paying attention. Huddled in the corner or behind the pillars, not only can you watch the play, but sometimes you can take advantage of the end of the scene, when the garden is not cleaned, pick up some pastries or fruits that the guests have not eaten.
Although Ning Zhuo has precociousness, he also has a playful heart.
My uncle's parents treated him harshly, and too many times he would rather eat snacks in front of him, but they didn't give him a sweet fruit.
Ning Zhuo as a child will also be greedy.
I remember one time, when he was caught and was panicking, Li Leifeng came to him, stroked his head, took his hand, took him backstage, and gave him Li Leifeng's untouched, clean pastries and fruits.
The people around him came in and out, and when they saw this scene, they were not surprised at all, and they also cast kind eyes on Ning Zhuo.
Ning Zhuo couldn't remember the specific situation.
In his impression, the whole experience was wrapped in a layer of tender time, which made him feel a gentle warm current in his heart every time he recalled this place.
That's why Li Leifeng passed away, and almost everyone in the city came to mourn. The monks who participated in this bequest meeting were basically people with heads and faces.
"Once Li Leifeng is gone, Salesian Kindergarten doesn't know where to go?"
"It is said that the next principal has not been finalized for a long time."
"I know why. It was Li Leifeng who asked Zhu Xuanji to ask God to find a successor."
Zheng Jian and Zhou Zeshen communicated with each other and casually revealed valuable information.
Ning Zhuo secretly remembered it in his heart.
"By the way, how is your soul recuperating?"
"I'm almost healed."
"I'm about the same."
"When will you visit the Lava Immortal Palace again?"
When asking this, everyone's eyes subconsciously glanced at Ning Zhuo.
Last time, it was Ning Zhuo's performance that gave them a qualitative breakthrough.
Ning Zhuo didn't want to do this, he had already done the exercises and had been practicing penance all day lately.
Of course, the Five Elements Qi Rhythm Technique and the Demon Stained Blood Tendon Gong cannot be practiced. The exercises on the fourth to sixth floors were in operation, and there were many differences in breath from the first three layers.
But the mirror platform psychic technique can be practiced.
All movements will be suppressed and completely contained by the treasure seal. This made Ning Zhuo often dazed, but in fact he was secretly practicing divine cultivation techniques.
Ning Zhuo said: "I can't think of any way for the time being. If we continue to explore the Asgard, we are likely to repeat the same mistakes and fall into that dark trap again."
Zheng Jian and the others trembled in their hearts.
The last time they fell into a trap, they couldn't survive or die, they couldn't hear or see, they couldn't touch it, they struggled abruptly, until their soul power reached the limit, and finally they were sent out of the fairy palace.
This nightmarish experience makes them never want to experience it a second time.
"Haven't you come up with any good solutions during this time?" Zheng Jian said.
Ning Zhuo shook his head.
Zhou Zhu sighed.
Zhou Zeshen boosted morale: "I am almost at the peak of the third layer, when I become a woman, let's set off together and explore the Lava Immortal Palace again."
Everyone nodded and reached an agreement.
At this time, the bequest meeting officially began.
Li Leifeng's various items during his lifetime were publicly exhibited and left to be chosen.
Whoever can choose will take it directly, which is a donation.
After some low-level monks took it, they couldn't help but be happy and gained a lot.
Some families or strong monks also take some, usually trivial things. often give back a large amount of spirit stones or materials from the Salesian Garden.
Zhou Zeshen suddenly let out a soft sound, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, forming an invisible force, ingesting a mechanical wooden board and flying to the second floor.
He took a look, played with it, and laughed: "Sure enough, this is it."
"I remember when I was a child, my father brought me here, and I cried non-stop, so Li Lao took out this toy to make me happy."
"This mechanism toy is very complex, and we need to piece together every change to get a little bit of information."
"Finally, if you piece together this information, you can form a legend of immortals."
Saying that, Zhou Zeshen handed the mechanism toy to Zheng Jian beside him.
Zheng Jian played for a while, but was not interested at all, and handed it to others.
Zhou Zhu took it and asked curiously: "Did you get that legend in the end?"
"Of course." Zhou Zeshen said, "This took a whole summer. The legend of the immortal god obtained is only a part, and I am so angry that I can't do it."
"But I still excerpted this story, wrote it on a jade slip, and carried it with me at any time."
"Because of this experience, I have added a lot of patience. Whenever I am impatient, I will take out this jade slip and rub it a few times, and I can quickly adjust my mood."
Saying that, Zhou Zeshen took out the jade slip again and showed it to everyone to take turns watching.
Ning Zhuo played with the mechanical board and looked at the story jade slip again.
The jade slip records such a legend of immortals.
Legend has it that a supreme immortal master crossed the void and was tired.
He took out the mixed cloth bag, held the mouth of the bag, and prepared to shake it fifty times, but when it reached seven seven and forty-nine times, he was really tired and unable to continue, so he let go of the bag mouth and spat out a machine world.
In the world of mechanisms, heaven and earth rise and fall, water and soil are confused, and fireworks are lingering.
The Most Holy Immortal Master took out the five-element staff head and threw it into the mechanism world, allowing the five elements to circulate, the sky was above, the earth was below, the oceans were distributed, the rivers crisscrossed, and everything was in order.
The Most Holy Immortal Master drilled into the world of mechanisms and began to rest. In order for someone to serve him, he used three thousand threads and threw them three times.
For the first time, the thread was thrown onto the fairy qi and a fairy puppet was created.
The second time, the thread was thrown on the demonic energy, forming a magic puppet.
The third time, the thread was thrown on the spirit and the puppet was obtained.
The three puppets serve the most holy immortal master, meticulously.
The Most Holy Immortal Master had rested enough, and continued on his way, and before leaving the machine world, he was begged by the three couples.
The three couples all wanted to follow the Most Holy Immortal Master.
The Most Holy Immortal Master told them that it was not that he was unwilling, but that the three couples were not allowed.
Forcibly taking away the three couples will only make them perish.
The three couples did not believe it.
The Most Holy Immortal Master pointed out to them: Let's look at the threads on your bodies.
The three puppets were in a daze.
The fairy doll sees the thread on its body, which is ideal, wisdom, freedom, and betrayal......
The magic puppet saw the thread on her body, which was power, chaos, and love......
The puppet saw the thread on her body, which was reason, order, and fairness......
In an instant, Ning Zhuo's heart was touched!
He suddenly thought of himself.
He thought of the history books he was familiar with, the various characters in the history books, the thoughts of these characters he had pondered countless times, and their choices at critical moments.
As he grew older, he gradually discovered that these people, whether strong or weak, had traces to follow!
He thought of Yuan Dasheng.
Although Yuan Dasheng was powerful, there was a loyal thread on top of his head that held it firmly. The reason why Ning Zhuo was able to plot it was that he had grasped this thread?
He thought of his uncle Ning Zhi again, and thought of Ning Xiaoren, who also had a line on their bodies.
He thought of Han Ming. Even demonic cultivators have a thread called greed.
"As long as I grasp these lines, I can control them like a mechanism. Isn't it?"
"Then ......"
"Is there a thread on my body?"
When he thought of this, Ning Zhuo was terrified for no reason!
He slowly looked up.
Slowly looked up.
In a trance, he saw it.
He saw a huge lifting line that was almost completely transparent. That is - human life hangs by a thread!
At this moment, the phantom true lotus seeds in the divine sea quietly sprouted.
Lava Fairy Palace.
The dragon fire spirit woke up from its deep sleep, it pressed its chest, and was puzzled by a sense of fear that had no cause.
Human life hangs in Ning Zhuo's vision, disappearing and never being seen again.
Ning Zhuo lowered his head and was expressionless.
"Very interesting little story." Ning Zhuo smiled and handed the jade slip back to Zhou Zeshen.
"It's quite charming." Zhou Zeshen took the jade slip and casually echoed.
He would never have expected that his casual move would bring Ning Zhuo such a huge opportunity!