Lu's mother sobbed.

She once forced herself not to shed tears, but she couldn't do it. After all, she was not as capable as her husband.

She is just a little girl, a little girl who can cry, make trouble and be sad.

Lu Mangran gently caressed his wife's face.

Smiling brightly.

Lu's mother hugged Lu Mengran, and scenes flashed in front of her eyes, from meeting to knowing each other, to staying together...

She still remembered that the boy who went to Beijing to take the exam in a mess was cheated of all his money, and was embarrassed to stop her driving team and said that she would exchange the poem she wrote for a bowl of water to drink.

She still remembers that when the boy finished drinking water and returning the bowl, when he touched his fingertips, he looked at her with a shy face and blushing.

She still remembers the scene of the boy finding her mansion in the capital, secretly writing a letter, stuffing it into the wall under the moon, being discovered by the guards, and fleeing in a panic.

Before we knew it, the once young boy also grew into a strong husband.

The past years are quiet and peaceful, and they are like the past clouds and mists.

Lu Meng leaned in his wife's arms and felt unprecedented warmth.

There is a small family first, and then there is a big family.

But if there were no one, how could a small family come?

It is difficult to achieve both things between heaven and earth. Although Lu Mangran has no regrets, he is ashamed.

I am ashamed of my wife and my daughter.

"Ci'er grows up, she will take care of herself."

Lu's mother seemed to know what Lu Mangran was thinking and said with a smile.

Lu Mian looked at her, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Lu's mother pursed her lips and her head gently pressed against her husband's eyebrows.

The two of them touched their eyebrows.

The dawn of Qingcheng jumps up on the horizon, and the rising sun tear through the darkness and pours endless rays of light on earth.

It was like a warm golden dress covering the Lu couple.

Lu Meng's hand caressing his wife's cheek slowly slid down, and closed his eyes in a daze.

The wind blows.

Silently rolled up her plain white clothes and her white hair.

Lu's mother opened her eyes.

Looking at the sleeping husband.

Facing the bright sun, he smiled and bit the most beautiful poison hidden on the tip of his tongue.

Yang Hu was beside him, and when Mr. Lu lost his breath, blood and tears rolled in his tiger's eyes.

Like a child.

Even though the former guard was when Zhang Zhenyu died, he didn't cry so sadly. At that time, he was still facing the ghost clan and forgot to cry.

Now, the sadness of his heart surged in his heart. Yang Hu could not have suffered such a blow. The eight-foot-foot-foot-strong man, a fierce general like a tiger, cried very sadly.

When Lu's mother bit the poison hidden on the tip of her tongue, Yang Hu immediately reacted, not caring about crying, and wanted to save Lu's mother with a sword step.

However, it was still late.

Looking at the corner of his mouth, Lu's mother who was snuggling in Lu's arms with a smile and relieved.

Yang Hu sat on the ground, like a child kicking his legs, slapping himself while crying loudly.

Wailing and hoarse!

Yang Hu, your damn is just a waste.

You promised Mr. Lu to save Mr. Lu.

But you can't save anyone.

I cried loudly for a long time.

Yang Hu got up, wiped away the tears from his face, and stared at the Lu couple who were shrouded in the sun.

Click!

He put his legs together and his waist was straight.

A military salute was given.

Mr. Lu, go well.

...

Lu Mengran, the Minister of the Honglu Temple, died in battle.

At that time, forty-two.

...

...

Lu Mengran's death was his own choice.

The ark is difficult to change and cannot change.

There was a little sadness and regret in my heart, and Fang Ark's will also withdraw from Lu Mengran's body. When the target died, the will would withdraw.

He returned to Chuanwu Bookstore and sat upright on the Eight Immortals Table in the Bookstore.

The candlelight has gone out, and only the blue smoke is rising.

Fang Ark was thinking about a question. He agreed to Lu Mangran that he would let Wen Dao pass on it, but how to pass it on it?

In fact, Ark can find new goals through soul-moving and divine communication, and continue to inherit suitable goals.

However, Fang Ark thought about it, but he had no intention of doing so.

In that case, will the inherited literary way still belong to Mr. Lu?

Will people still remember Mr. Lu on the battlefield, who beat the war drums, repels the troops of the ghost clan, and kills the powerful ghost clan?

He closed his eyes and thought of the stele huts, martial steles, and the human emperor spirit all over the mountains.

Fang Ark opened his eyes and had a real plan in his heart.

He knew how to let Lu's confused Wen Dao continue to pass on.

Fang Ark stepped into Chuanwu Bookstore, walked to the bookshelf of the first sequence, stretched out his hand and took off the book called Wendao.

He intends to try to present the book of literary and Taoism in this world.

Although Lu Mangran was able to comprehend the "Writing Way" and Fang Ark gave great help using the Chuanwu Palace, this was also the inevitable result of Lu Mangran's accumulation, mind and integrity, and a body of righteousness.

Chuanwu Palace just accelerated this process.

"Can this book be revealed in this world? How should it be revealed in this world?"

The ark whispered.

Chuanwu Bookstore began to tremble, as if responding to his murmur.

Ark's eyes lit up bit by bit.

...

...

It's dawn in Qingcheng.

And the white robes on the city tower were also killed in a heroic battle.

One man forced the ghost army to retreat.

This battle is worthy of all time.

The envoys of the gods, immortals, demons, demons and other tribes, as well as the strong men, watched this battle that changed their cognition.

Are the ghost clan weak?

Not weak!

On the contrary, the ghost clan is very strong and very terrifying.

However, in this battle, the ghost clan suffered severe damage and even killed a powerful seventh-level powerhouse!

It is very difficult to dispatch the seventh-level strong men in the human race realm. It takes a lot of time to adapt to the human race realm. However, such a strong man is unknown.

"That's... what power?"

A strong man from the gods asked silently.

They were slapped in the face, and they were sure that Qingcheng would be lost, but the useless scholar Lu Mengran used his physical body to block the seventh level of the ghost clan and expel the ghost clan army.
To be continued...