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Lu Mai reached out her hand to touch Lu Ming's back, and as expected, it was so smooth that it did not have any wounds.

Resisting the shock in his heart, Lu Mai said: "Son, you really are, what kind of immortal arts did you learn?"

Just as Lu Jiefang was still in doubt, there was a sudden knock on the door. Lu Ming's clothes were tattered and he couldn't see anyone. The mission of opening the door was naturally given to Fatty.

While Lu Ming was still in the room thinking about how to complete the lie, a ragged old Daoist walked in behind him. Fatty Bai scratched his head in confusion, then said to Lu Ming: "Lu Ming, this old man said he came to find you."

Other than his relatives and friends, Lu Ming did not know anyone else from Crooked River Town. Hearing Fatty Bai's words, Lu Ming quickly looked outside. Before he could get up, Lu Jiefang had already hurried over: "Dao leader, why have you come?"

Lu Ming looked at the old Taoist who was in a daze, Lu Mai quietly explained to him.

It turned out that this old Daoist was the temple owner of the nearby "Crooked River Temple". When Lu Ming was just born, he had already been in the sect. No one knew how old this old Taoist was. In any case, according to Lu Jiefang, this old Taoist was like this when he was young. Even after so many years, his voice remained the same. The old people of the town all said that this old Taoist had 'immortal arts'.

No one knew his name, and most people called him 'Daoist Priest'. Due to the fact that he could usually gather some medicinal herbs to treat the town's headaches and fever, he had always been respected by the town's citizens. When Lu Ming was young, he had a high fever. In the end, it was this old Daoist who acted, and saved Lu Ming's life.

Therefore, from then on, Lu Jiefang treated the old Daoist Priest as his benefactor. However, after not seeing Lu Ming for a long time, this old Daoist actually personally came to find Lu Ming, causing Lu Mai to not understand what was going on.

After Lu Ming heard his mother's explanation, he tried to use his mind to look at the old man who was slowly walking back into the house. However, in the next second, a sharp pain made him shut his eyes abruptly.

In Lu Ming's consciousness, the old Daoist's sword intent was crisscrossing, surrounding him as it flew up and down. In particular, the old Daoist himself was like a broken sword that pierced through the skies, exuding a domineering aura. The sword was a broken sword, but the killing intent and aura it exuded was extremely terrifying.

As if sensing Lu Ming's peeping, the broken sword trembled, and a crouching dragon appeared above the broken sword as it roared at Lu Ming. Lu Ming's eyes looked as if they had been pierced by needles, as an incomparable pain assaulted his.

This old Daoist was definitely a cultivator, although he wasn't sure exactly what cultivation base he had.

The old Daoist and Lu Jiefang were talking merrily, when he sensed Lu Ming's consciousness peeking at him, he turned and looked towards Lu Ming. When he saw Lu Ming, the old Daoist revealed an expression of "so that's how it is", and said:

"It's indeed you. I was wondering who it was."

Just when Lu Ming did not understand what he meant, the flag in the old dao's hand fluttered even though there was no wind. Lu Ming felt a 'bang' in his mind, as if some kind of seal had been broken.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in a delivery room. Lu Ming who had seen the pictures of his childhood was shocked to realize that the woman on the bed with the child in her arms was exactly the same as his mother when she was young. That infant should be Lu Ming!

As if time had passed, Lu Ming looked at his life from a strange angle. When Lu Ming was young, he was no different from an ordinary child. Scenes of memories flooded through his mind like floodwaters. Even Lu Ming's grandparents that passed away long ago had clearly appeared in the scene in his mind …

The old Daoist initially treated him as having an ordinary fever, so he placed Lu Ming on the bed and went to boil some medicinal herbs for him. However, after the old Daoist finished cooking the medicinal herbs and returned, a change happened to Lu Ming who was lying on the bed.

A small white dragon circled around Lu Ming's body, and upon seeing the old Daoist, it bared its fangs and brandished its claws, roaring at him. Lu Ming was clearly "looking" at the side. When the old Daoist saw Xiao Long's expression, he did not seem incredulous, but looked at his eyes that seemed like he was looking at a "toy".

The old Daoist extended his hand and grabbed the hovering dragon. No matter how the dragon struggled, it could not escape the grasp of the old Daoist. After a few struggles, the little dragon transformed into a long sword in his hand. Just as Xiao Long transformed into a sword, the little baby Lu Ming floated up from the bed. When she opened her eyes, the inside of the room was shrouded in a dense golden light.

The scene suddenly stopped, it was as though Lu Ming was thrown away on a roller coaster, and thrown back into his own body.

Lu Ming bent over and gasped for air, his face pale white. He looked around weakly, only to realize that Fatty Bai and the rest were looking at him with surprised expressions, their faces filled with doubt.

Only now did Lu Ming realize that it had only been a short moment since he lost consciousness. And in the world of consciousness, it was as if more than two years had really passed. The old Daoist looked at him with a smile, and the banner in his hand was already leaning against the door frame.

Lu Ming did not say a word, and looked at Lu Jiefang who had invited the Old Daoist to sit, and pour some tea for the Old Daoist. After Lu Jiefang finished pouring the tea, he asked: "Why is Taoist free today, and why did you come to my place?"

But it had only been half a day since Lu Ming came back, how did this old Taoist know that he had returned? However, although Lu Jiefang was puzzled, he did not express it out loud.

The old Daoist Priest did not hold back as he took the chopsticks and started eating, praising Lu Mai's delicious food from time to time.

Seeing that the Old Daoist was enjoying his meal, Lu Ming secretly poked the Fatty Bai. Fatty Bai is also a cultivator, he should be able to notice that something is wrong with the old Taoist, right? Unexpectedly, Fatty Bai didn't seem to have any reaction at all, as he turned his head to look at Lu Ming suspiciously, before continuing to bury his head in food.

Oh my god, could it be that Fatty Bai is the reincarnation of the Eight Trigrams! He only knew how to eat!

Just as Lu Ming was complaining in his heart, Lu Jiefang reached out his hand to help the old Daoist out, and asked respectfully: "Dao leader, ever since I remember, there have been people who said that you know immortal arts. I would like to ask, "Is there an immortal in this world, or is there an immortal magic?"

It was obvious that the matter with Lu Ming just now also caused him to feel that something was amiss. Coincidentally, the old Daoist 'immortal' had appeared in front of him, causing Lu Jiefang to hurriedly ask him some questions.

The old Daoist put down his chopsticks, pointed at Lu Ming and said to Fatty Bai:

"Look, aren't there two of them?"