Fernald College.
As soon as Lu Ming entered the campus, he was stopped by his class teacher, Teacher Lin, who happened to be riding in on a bicycle.
"Are you the student Lu in our class?" Teacher Lin pushed his bicycle and walked side by side with Lu Ming, looking at Lu Ming.
Lu Ming hasn't been here for a long time, and Teacher Lin has forgotten his name.
Lu Ming coughed: "Yes, teacher, I'm sorry, I'm here to suspend school!"
Teacher Lin was startled and sighed: "Okay, do you want me to take you there?"
Lu Ming shook his head: "Thank you, teacher!" He turned around and walked quickly towards the administration building.
The administrative building on the second floor is the office building for the principal, school administrative staff, logistics and other departments.
In front of the door, a man in black stood. When he saw the name on the student nameplate on Lu Ming's chest, he made a gesture, "Please follow me."
Lu Ming nodded and followed him into the office building, but was led to the room whose door number was the school supervisor's office.
There is no one in the office, the space is small, and it has a bookish atmosphere. The books on the bookshelf are all new and not old. It is obvious that people often read them, rather than the kind of brand-new reference books used as decorations.
Just as Lu Ming sat down, there was a soft knock on the office door, and a middle-aged woman came in. She had long light blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a beige professional skirt. Her facial features vaguely resembled Mrs. Fernald's when she was young in the school motto.
Naturally, it was Mrs. Fernald Jr., the school superintendent, Mrs. Fernald's second daughter, and it was rumored that she was Mrs. Fernald's chosen successor.
She looked at Lu Ming up and down, her expression a little complicated.
"Classmate Lu Qianxing, do you want to see my mother?"
Lu Ming nodded, "Yes, you answered the call this morning, right? I made it very clear that the real owner of the Golden Tree wants to see its guide. You didn't bring this to Mrs. Fernald." ?"
"Then how do you prove your identity?" Little Mrs. Fernald asked calmly.
Lu Ming smiled: "I have one of its leaves."
Actually, it seems that this golden tree is a treasure house left by the ancestors. It is full of various rare treasures. The ancestors hope that future generations will use it for restoration.
The key is in your own hands.
But to me, treasures and the like don't seem to matter, it's better than nothing.
But according to the memory fragments that came in yesterday, there was something in it that was extremely important to me.
Thinking randomly, Lu Ming took out the black iron key from his arms, waved it in front of little Mrs. Fernald's eyes, and put it away again.
Little Mrs. Fernald nodded: "Well, you know this allusion. My mother said that you should be her benefactor, but my mother doesn't know where the golden tree is now. You need to find it yourself. If You are indeed its master, and you will definitely be able to find it through trials."
Lu Ming nodded: "What trial?"
Little Mrs. Fernald took out a kraft paper file bag from the drawer, "This is your transfer certificate and student status file card." She shook her head: "Actually, I don't know what I am talking to you. I am following my mother's instructions. I’ll tell you what I said, and you’ll understand the rest, mother said.”
Lu Ming opened the portfolio and flipped through the pages of letters inside to see his student status card. From elementary school to the present second year, he studied here.
The letter of introduction for transfer was to transfer to Zhenjiang Provincial Normal School to study under an oracle expert.
Lu Ming nodded. According to the memory fragments, whether it is a treasure map or a treasure door, one needs to be proficient in this kind of oracle bone inscriptions to understand and open it.
However, in fact, I don’t need to learn it. I saw this kind of oracle bone inscriptions in the memory fragments. I looked for information and looked at it. I was speechless. The oracle bone inscriptions in this world are clearly deformations of Chinese characters in my previous life. I can barely recognize them. .
But the Oracle expert was also part of the "trial", so he still had to go.
He probably has to wait for his approval before giving him the relevant information about the treasure map.
The oracle bone inscription expert is said to have been passed down from generation to generation and has the talent to identify oracle bone inscriptions.
All of this is strange.
Therefore, even if there is no treasure or anything like that, I am going to meet this Oracle expert.
Zhenjiang Province is one of the Five Jiangnan Provinces, adjacent to Jiangning Province and Andong Province. He happened to have opened a small base in the Five Jiangnan Provinces. This was God's will.
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After coming out of Fernando College, I drove home in a hurry.
I feel extremely comfortable. I haven't been able to move freely alone for a long time. Without those people shouting in front of me and behind me, racing on the long street feels like I am flying freely.
Being tortured by Bizhu almost turned him into a subhuman being. He even worked as a wooden man for several months. Now he doesn't know what the other rewards will be, but at least he won't be afraid of being stabbed to death by a murderer on the street. If If it wasn't an extremely well-planned ambush, he probably wouldn't be in a box on the ground.
After entering Lu Mansion and getting off the car, Lu Ming went straight to the third floor.
In the corridor with thick dark red carpet, there stood a pretty figure with a fluttering ribbon. Judging from the cold aura, it was Bizhu.
Lu Ming smiled: "As long as you're fine." When she left home, she was not awake yet, so she couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Is Hanzhu okay?" Lu Ming's heart suddenly trembled. His crowning ceremony was also an important time point. Hanzhu wouldn't disappear, right?
"Master wants to see her?" Bizhu bit her lip.
Lu Ming felt relieved, glanced at Bi Zhu, and said with a smile: "Everything is fine." He sighed again: "Bizhu, how do I feel? Apart from being stronger, I haven't changed anything. What's wrong with you?" I was looking forward to my twentieth birthday after struggling so hard, but in the end, except for a little more inexplicable information, nothing else changed. I thought it was impossible to be as capable as you, but at the very least, I’m going to use some magic method from the gods to frighten the evil heretics in Liuli Palace, right?”
Bi Zhu pursed her lips and smiled: "Master himself doesn't know. In fact, now Master can control Liuli with just a little finger. Even slaves, in front of Master, are just a little fluorescent. However, in front of mediocre mortals, Master is indeed just Just be stronger."
Lu Ming was stunned: "You mean, I am very powerful, but only in..., in front of so-called capable people and strangers, can they feel it? And for ordinary people, maybe a few gangsters can beat me up, You want to use a musket, and you want to kill me with one shot? And you, you can kill a hundred ordinary people, especially you, Bizhu, you are not afraid of bullets and bullets, this... why doesn't it sound too bad? Are you satisfied?"
Bizhu said seriously: "Master's vast aura is naturally not used to suppress mortals."
Lu Ming had no choice but to say that his level was too high and he had returned to his original nature.
But looking at Bizhu's solemn look, she couldn't say these jokes. It was obvious that she was extremely happy on her brows, naturally because of herself. She should have lived up to her expectations, but her level was too high and she couldn't feel it.
Why do you feel like you have been deceived by those qigong masters in your previous life? Sure enough, this is the founder of a cult.
