After passing through the long corridor and going up two floors of underground stairs, Lu Ran followed Chu Yi before walking on the ground again.
It turned out that the prison they were in just now was on the third underground floor.
After passing through several circuitous corridors on the ground, we came to a secluded courtyard.
In the courtyard, there is a figure sitting quietly in one room and one light.
"Go in, I'll be guarding the door." Chu Yi looked around to make sure it was correct, and said to Lu Ran.
Lu Ran pushed the door open and saw that it was a small living room, all in white.
There was only a table and a few strange chairs in the room, with a person sitting on top.
He looked to be in his thirties, with an elegant temperament and affectionate eyes, as if he had just recovered from some kind of intoxication.
When the man saw Lu Ran coming in, he stood up slowly, his tone was loud and humble, and he made a big salute when he came up: "Brother Lu, I'm polite."
"You are..." With the faint light, Lu Ran confirmed again and again that he didn't recognize you.
"I'm here, why is Dusu." The man introduced himself unhurriedly: "The name is Dusu, the nickname is beautiful, and I call myself..."
"Wait a minute, who do you think you are?" Lu Ran quickly interrupted him.
"I'm here, He Dusu, his name is Dusu, his name is..."
"What? You are He Dusu, and you are He Dusu, the boss of the Eight Immortals?" Although he had never seen it before, Lu Ran was already familiar with the name of this imaginary villain.
"Yes, I'm here, He Dusu has a unique name and a beautiful nickname..." He Dusu did not rush or slow. He was interrupted even after saying the same sentence three times, and he was not angry.
Lu Ran thought to himself, it was really a dead cat meeting a blind mouse.
These are some outrageous things.
So he picked a chair by himself and wanted to sit down and quietly watch this person's performance.
"Look at me, I'm just here to introduce myself, and I'm neglecting the monk. Brother Lu, please sit down." He Dusu chose a seat opposite Lu Ran, asked Lu Ran to sit down, and then asked: "Brother Lu, you have been tired all the way. I’m scared, would you like some sweet snacks to fill your stomach?”
"Okay." Lu Ran was not polite, and he was indeed a little hungry: "I told you to give one to my friend in prison as well."
"That's natural. That's natural." He Dusha nodded repeatedly, lowering his head in shame as if because of his own lack of consideration.
Taking advantage of the midnight snack time, Lu Ran also looked at He Dusu carefully again.
According to rumors, He Dusu should be an old man in his seventies or eighties, but now he looks extremely young.
In addition to being elegant and modest in every gesture, he is truly unique in his appearance as a "great artist".
The officials Lu Ran had seen in the past, at his age, were nothing more than silk and satin, gold and jade, and they were all luxurious and luxurious.
He Dusu is different. First of all, his hairstyle is very unique. He has short black hair that is less than an inch long, without a bun or a bun. Together with his deliberately trimmed beard, he just reveals a smooth and delicate face.
This is not the face of an old man in his seventies or eighties. To say he is thirty years old is to say he is old.
Looking at his clothes, he is also very good. She is dressed in plain clothes, with a very strange style. The upper body is a short mountain purple jacket, and the lower body is an open hakama of the same color. They look extremely harmonious when put together. They are also paired with a pair of leather tassels and a few pieces that seem careless but are actually carefully selected. This kind of jewelry gives people a very unique, um, lazy and unique feeling.
Just to match the outfit, I am wearing a colorful silk scarf in this summer, which seems a bit redundant and deliberate.
Lu Ran didn't understand anything about fashion, but he just felt that after he was eighteen years old, he rarely looked at people because of their dress.
From this point of view, this outfit is somewhat similar to the style I saw in 2032.
In addition to dressing up, He Dusu's words, deeds and movements are also very comfortable. If you have to find one word, it is elegant.
Lu Ran didn't quite understand what elegance meant. He just thought that He Dusu was an artist, so he was naturally different from those practitioners who were fighting and killing, or those drunkards in the inn.
And this kind of elegance is not the same as the princely nobility of Hui Huan.
All in all, He Dusu is well-maintained and behaves appropriately. He does not seem to be a treacherous person.
When they met for the first time, Lu Ran's feeling towards him was actually not bad.
While Lu Ran was thinking about it, He Dusu spoke again: "Brother Lu, just look at the place below and look again. Could it be that you saw something strange?"
"No, your clothes look pretty, so I took a few more glances." Lu Ran told the truth.
"Young monk has good taste, please tell me to send a few sets to my house." He Dusha elegantly adjusted his collar and looked at himself very narcissistically.
Lu Ran was not polite: "If you want different designs and colors, you can also send them with other novel styles."
"I want it. I want it."
"So, now that we've eaten and accepted the gifts, Boss He, now it's time for you to tell me why you tied me here?" Lu Ran asked first when he saw He Dusu was about to greet him again.
Hearing Lu Ran's directness, He Dusu stood up, checked the doors and windows, then returned to Lu Ran, and knelt down with a plop.
"Believer He Dusu has met the leader!" He Dusu hugged Lu Ran's thigh and cried bitterly.
All elegance and goodwill were swept away.
"You..." This situation really surprised Lu Ran.
He had already thought about pretending to be thirteen, slapping him in the face, and trying to show off, but now he suddenly had no use for it.
"Leader, Dusu has been waiting here for thirty years, and finally you appear!"
"..." Lu Ran was confused and asked, "What did you call me? Leader?"
"Yes, you are the leader of our Wushu religion who has been lost for thousands of years!" He Dusu cried even louder.
Uzbek religion? The Qingwu Sect?
There are still people in this world who believe in Qingwu?
"I'm not a leader!" Faced with a man's persistent stalking, Lu Ran felt that the hairs on his body were standing on end, which made him feel more uncomfortable than beating him to death.
"No, you are! The leader! Dusu is looking for the magician's trace, and it's so hard to find it!" He Dusu refused to give up.
"Send me back to prison quickly!" Lu Ran almost knelt down in front of He Dusu, pleading hard.
"..."
"..."
The two were in a stalemate, and the atmosphere was delicate.
"Let go first, don't hug my thigh! You have something to say!" Finally, Lu Ran couldn't hold on anymore and relaxed.
"It's...it's not that difficult." He Dusu raised his head, his eyes showed hope, and said slowly: "As long as the leader uses his magical power to help me."
"Hey, you have to say it in one breath!" Lu Ran became more and more anxious as he listened.
"The sixth day of the next month, which is the day of 'Fu Tu', is the day when Dusu knocks on the gate and becomes immortal." He Dusu finally let go and wiped his tears: "Dusu knocked on the gate forty-eight times, but all failed, and now only this is left. the last time……"
"What are you talking about? I can't understand you." Lu Ya only heard the word "Futu". Qingwu had mentioned these two words several times. The original date was the sixth day of June.
That is seven days later.
"It doesn't matter if the leader doesn't understand. The leader just needs to pity Dusu and save Dusu." Here, they are still begging each other.
"Tell me, how can I help?" Lu Ran was a little curious.
"As long as...as long as the leader leaves Fanli Town and the boundary of Wanshan within these seven days, preferably, he leaves Lishan Kingdom." After going around in such a long circle, He Dusu finally said what he wanted.
"Get out of here..." Lu Ran was furious and kicked He Dusu away.
It means that if Lu Ran is not here, you can succeed by knocking on the door.
"Are you kidding me?" Looking at He Dusha's panicked face, Lu Ran went up and grabbed his collar.
"No, no, no, Brother Lu, I am sincere in everything I say. I am willing to give you my wealth, my beautiful wife, and my life's income as a gift!" He Dusu looked mournful, and it didn't look like he was joking.
"Why? Why can you be successful if I leave?"
"This... Brother Lu, I don't know this... it's just what the immortal master said..."
"The Immortal Master you are talking about, do you mean Him?" Lu Ran's eyes were like lightning and he pointed at the ground.
That's a shadow.
It's neither Lu Ran's nor He Dusu's, nor is it a table, chair or anything else, let alone the light coming in from the window.
That is a shadow that does not belong to anyone or anything, but only a shadow.
The shadow suddenly stood up, chuckled, and transformed into a man covered in black robes.
