Chapter 1277

The question of Chang Liu Zhen Ren made Lu Li a little difficult to answer.

How to deal with it?

It is said that the cloud Cang sword Scripture was given to Chen Mingxi by the general Zeng. The purpose is to cultivate Chen Mingxi into a talent.

Now it's impossible for Chen Mingxi to go to Xianmen for further study. Going to the army is the best destination. In the end, general Zeng will definitely ask him for help.

Lu Li really hasn't figured out how to respond to general Zeng's important people.

Tell him to take it. It's not good.

If this time, I can't make friends with Zhengyi League, I'm afraid that in the end, they will have to meet on the battlefield.

Whether facing the rare loyalty and filial piety of Chen Mingxi, or the fierce and famous yuncang sword canon, Lu Li was quite reluctant.

But it's hard to talk about not making friends.

It's the same thing to accept an apprentice. It doesn't make sense for the master not to let the apprentice go out for training or shine.

"Let's see if we can make friends with Zhengyi League later. If we can, we'd better. But if we can't, let's talk about it."

Lu Li shook his head and didn't want to think about it any more.

"In fact, the young master is just touching the scene and missing his relatives, isn't he?"

Changliu asked with a sigh.

Lu Li intended to shake his head, but his eyes dropped and he nodded after all.

"Well, when I was in the lower world, I was always in pursuit of strength. In the end, I was estranged from my family. I was about to fly up, and I didn't see my family again. In front of me, I always have a few unclear goals and endless things. Sometimes I want to be lazy and enjoy my life. "

Lu Li grinned bitterly, shrugged his shoulders and said, "but I'm not lucky."

At this point, Lu Li's face was somewhat lost.

Since his rebirth, he has missed too much along the way.

I have never seen my family since I left home.

When I was young, in order to deal with a small cold state capital, I went all over the country of cloud and got to know many people, but after it was finished, I said goodbye in a hurry.

When he went to Jingguo far away, he made countless friends, and even had yingmen and countless capable subordinates. However, as the mansion was about to collapse, he had to put everything aside and go ahead.

When the day of ascension comes, all these things can no longer be seen.

Into the ancient universe, he can not stop even a minute.

I'm in the wilderness for the first time, and I'm in the field of falling stars.

Xuanjie headquarters, to the northern theater.

Xilin, Shangqing court.

The world in the picture is now the school of ten thousand souls.

He can't stop, there will always be something urging him to keep moving forward, keep burying his head, and chase towards a more distant goal.

From a young man who has just been reborn and in a small spiritual state, to today's golden body, the supreme power.

In the middle of how many years, met how many people, how many things, Lu Li himself has been unable to remember clearly, the memory can leave, is constantly meet, leave, meet again, leave again.

When he saw Chen Mingxi sitting with Tang Qin's mother and son, he was really envious.

It's ridiculous and lamentable.

He is now a man of great fame everywhere.

He is the master of fusangju in this school.

In the world of painting, he is the son-in-law of huoyun palace, and he is also a man who is likely to become the red man around the king of spirit.

In the outside world, he is one of the three young masters of the true biography of Mohism, representing the inspection envoys of Mohism.

Go to any place, there are countless people to pay homage to him, cast envious eyes at him.

In the end, he looked at a pair of ordinary people mother and son, gave birth to a bit of envy.

It's really funny.

Changliu stood quietly behind Lu Li and said nothing.

At this moment, Lu Li doesn't look like the little Lord who is high above and admired by hundreds of millions of people on weekdays. He is very gloomy. He is like a little free firefly at night without the dazzling light on weekdays.

It's so lonely, fluttering in the night, where it goes, it will stop for a moment, and then continue to flutter in the distance.

The night sky was too vast for him.

It was so vast that he swayed all night, but still couldn't find the end of the night, so he could only keep flying forward, trying to fly further before dawn.

But where is the end of the night?

Where has anyone else seen such a Lu Li?

Sitting alone in the pavilion, holding a bottle gourd, sipping, eyes do not know where to look.

There was no end to the night, nor to his eyes.

Neither of them spoke.

If Lu Li is silent, Changliu will be silent.

Immortal Changliu can't tell what Lu Li is thinking at the moment. All he knows is that what Lu Li is thinking at the moment must be something very soft rather than a matter of conspiracy.

It can be seen from Lu Li's eyes.

He had a good guess.

Lu Li is looking at the wavering lake.

The reflection in the lake blurred with the water wave, and could not see his face clearly, so he changed his face constantly.

On the surface of the lake, some faces flashed in turn.

Gritting teeth to support the cold sword sect, facing the cold moon Lu of the army of the cold state capital alone.

At the gate of jianhuangzong mountain, the snow clouds are wearing happy clothes and shouting "take me home".

Biting his teeth, he shut himself in the closed room and tried his best to catch up with Yu Yanran.

Before he soared, Weng Hanxue, who had exhausted all his strength, screamed at him.

Before this trip, Murong Xingyao, who sent him to the gate of huoyun palace and went back sadly, came back.

There are Lu family members, Hanjian clan members, Wanyao City, Yushu Pavilion and craftsman temple members.

There are Jin Qiuzi, his disciples, disciples of yingmen.

There are people in the Mohist school who come all the way, each of the four roads, with many faces.

That wave light sways once, the face on the water surface will change once.

Lu Li couldn't count how many times those faces had changed, and each face just flashed by. Without waiting for him to miss, it became another miss.

Finally, the wind stopped and the lake stopped.

The water wave returned to calm, leaving only Lu Li's own face. He looked at the reflection in the water, and the reflection in the water also looked at him.

They smile at each other as if they are greeting each other.

For a long time, Lu Li seemed to clean up his heart. Then he stood up, grabbed a piece of cake from the table and swallowed it.

Sweet just right, can put the bitterness in the throat to pressure down.

Holding his hands behind his head, Lu Li strode out of the pavilion and waved to the immortal Changliu.

"Go back and have a rest early. Tomorrow I'll send someone to move the things of their mother's family to their house. When they're settled, I'll hurry to do my business and I'll go to sleep."

"Good."

Changliu real person nodded, arched his hand to send the way, and whispered in a voice that Lu Li couldn't hear.

"Little Lord, I hope you have everything in your dreams."