Lu Ming got off the carriage and looked up at the gate of Lu Mansion.
The gate is five feet high and four feet wide. It is made of mahogany. The door is open at the moment. Through the door, you can see the winding paths in the house behind the door.
There were still nearly ten people standing in front of the door, led by two people.
One person's face is slightly old, and his hair has silver threads, but he is energetic and has bright eyes. He obviously has martial arts skills.
This person is the steward of the Lu Mansion, Uncle Ying.
Ever since Lu Yao became successful, Ying Bo has been accompanying Lu Yao. He also grew up watching Lu Ming and Yu Luosha. They were not relatives but better than relatives.
However, they were not real relatives after all... He couldn't control Zeng Lu Ming's bastard temperament.
Standing next to Uncle Ying was a slim woman.
The woman was wearing brocade, which made her slender figure look particularly stylish. She was not very old, around eighteen or nineteen, but her figure was curvy. With delicate facial features and big watery eyes, she was a disaster for the country and the people. of seedlings.
This woman is Lu Ming's maid, Duanmu Qing.
Seeing Uncle Ying and Duanmu Qing, Lu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, but soon the thoughts between his brows disappeared.
He just came to the servants and said softly: "Boil some water. I'm going to take a bath and then rest. I'm really tired these days."
"Okay, young master." Duanmuqing responded softly, and left to do some work first. Uncle Ying, on the other hand, said nothing, just stayed by Lu Ming's side, and followed Lu Ming into the house.
Lu Ming didn't speak again until he reached the middle hall and was about to return to his room.
"By the way, Uncle Ying, how much money is left in the family?"
Uncle Ying was slightly startled, first sighed, and then said: "About ten thousand taels of gold."
As the former leader of the Sanxiang Gang, Lu Yao had such a golden chicken laying eggs in his hand, and he had indeed accumulated a lot of wealth. Ten thousand taels of gold was a huge fortune.
Lu Ming then said again: "Check it out and send it to my room tonight."
This time Uncle Ying finally couldn't stand it any longer: "Master, I dare to ask you, what is the use of this property?"
Lu Ming suddenly looked back at Uncle Ying, but without saying anything he asked directly: "My father is dead, who are you loyal to?"
Uncle Ying's breath was stagnant, and after a long time he slowly lowered his head to Lu Ming: "This old slave is a member of the Lu family in life, and a ghost of the Lu family in death."
Lu Ming's voice came to my ears again.
"Uncle Ying, you have kept your home in perfect order for so many years. I, Lu Ming, will always keep this friendship in my heart."
"But the current situation is not good for me or the Lu family. I will naturally use this property for serious things, so you don't need to worry, Uncle Ying."
The gentle voice was matched with the gentle smile on Lu Ming's face.
Somehow, Uncle Ying's heart suddenly relaxed.
He couldn't help but sigh: "Master, you have finally grown up..."
Lu Ming could only smile at this.
"By the way, Uncle Ying, are there any martial arts secrets or anything like that in my father's study?"
After asking for the money, Lu Ming still had to ask for martial arts secrets.
Although there is no cheap daddy after time travel, the legacy left by the cheap daddy is still a lot of wealth, and Lu Ming can make use of it.
Uncle Ying shook his head: "No, everything I have learned in my life has been in the Gangzhong Martial Arts Pavilion."
Lu Ming was a little disappointed after hearing this, but he no longer hesitated. He just walked towards his house and said.
"Early tomorrow morning, Uncle Ying will prepare a car and go with me to the Gang Nei Martial Arts Pavilion."
"I understand, Master."
…
After returning to the room to rest for a while, a maid knocked on Lu Ming's door.
Following the maid to the side room, hot water has been heated in the room.
Three charming maids, dressed in gauze, half-knelt by the pool, prepared to change Lu Ming's clothes and take a bath.
With both hands spread out, the girl's little hands helped Lu Ming take off his clothes one by one.
He was helped into the pool. As the petals were scattered into the water and the water mist filled the air, Lu Ming felt that the fatigue of the past few days was slowly dissipating.
What I smell in my nose is the fragrance of a girl.
Everywhere you look there are white flowers.
Feeling sorry for the extravagant daily life of this ancient young master, Lu Ming didn't mean to be shy.
He asked softly while enjoying the service of the maid.
"Where's Qing'er?"
Qing'er refers to Duanmu Qing.
The girl's voice sounded like an oriole in my ears: "Sister Qing is feeling unwell. I asked her to rest after finishing her work."
"Ah..." Lu Ming groaned softly, and then asked again: "Who will come to bed tonight?"
The three girls immediately laughed coquettishly: "Who does the young master want to use?"
Lu Ming calmly uttered three words: "Duanmu Qing."
The voice fell, but the laughter of the three women stopped, and the atmosphere was a little weird.
Until Lu Ming laughed loudly and said: "Just kidding, I'm tired today too. I'll talk about bedtime and stuff tomorrow."
In this way, the atmosphere became relaxed again.
In the pool, four figures were playing and making fun, and the atmosphere was charming, but Lu Ming didn't know that Lu Ming's inner thoughts were changing all the time.
Duanmu Qing has been in the government for three years, and the one she serves is me, a lustful ghost. '
'But until now, she still retains her perfect body. In my memory, I also used Qiang, but for some reason I fell asleep all night, and even the memory of that night is blurred. On the second day, I was taken care of by my father, and I couldn't get out of bed for half a month...'
More memories about Duanmu Qing are just daily trivial matters.
But these are enough.
…
After taking a fragrant bath, Lu Ming returned to the bedroom.
During this period, Uncle Ying brought a thick pile of golden tickets.
Lu Ming simply counted and carefully put them away, then lay on the bed and sorted out the memories in his mind again.
It wasn't until about an hour later, after sorting out the trivial matters, that Lu Ming opened the game system and looked at his attribute bar.
The letter said:
[Player profile. 】
[Name: Lu Ming. 】
[Cultivation level: Ninth grade skin grinding. 】
[Health value: 5. 】
[Comes with skill 1: Spirit Snake Sword (ninth-level martial arts) (two stars). 】
[Effect of the skill: Swing a sword energy straight ahead every four seconds, causing 1 point of damage. 】
[Comes with Kung Fu 2: Heavy Mountain Palm (seventh level martial arts) (one star). 】
[Effectiveness of the skill: Every five seconds, a palm wind is fired straight ahead, causing 5 points of damage. 】
Yes, ninth grade microdermabrasion, health value: 5!
After killing Song Laosan early this morning, Lu Ming started the game.
It was that game and the remaining medicine that pushed Lu Ming's martial arts cultivation to the ninth level of skin-grinding, and his health also increased from 2 points to 5 points!
The improvement is not small.
"But not enough, not enough...far from enough!!"
Song Laosan's ferocious face vaguely appeared in his mind. His murderous intent and hatred even made Lu Ming shudder.
Like a revolving lantern, a large number of faces appeared in his mind.
Yu Luosha, Song Laosan, Ah Wu, Lu Ya, Yu Qing, Li Tongfang, and even Yingbo and Duanmu Qing in the family.
An individual is like a node.
These nodes are connected into lines.
Threads, woven into a web. And Lu Ming was in the center of the web...like an insect being preyed upon by a spider.
The more Lu Ming sorted things out, the more he felt that the situation he was facing was quite bad.
But this time, Lu Ming didn't want to escape.
Escape, where can you escape?
Who can escape from the palm of his hand! ?
In the darkness, Lu Ming unconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword under his pillow.
It seemed that only in this way could he sleep peacefully.
