Fernald College.
As soon as Lu Ming entered the campus, he was stopped by his homeroom teacher, Ms. Lin, who happened to be riding a bicycle in as well.
"Are you the student Lu from our class?" Teacher Lin pushed his bicycle side by side with Lu Ming and looked at Lu Ming.
Lu Ming hasn't been here for a long time, and Teacher Lin has kind of forgotten his name.
Lu Ming coughed and said, "Yes, teacher, I'm sorry, I'm here to apply for a leave of absence!"
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 administrative 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 stood a man in black. Seeing the name on the student nameplate on Lu Ming's chest, he gestured, "Please follow me."
Lu Ming nodded and followed him into the office building, but was led to a room with the address of the school supervisor's office.
There is no one in the office, the space is not big, and it has a bookish atmosphere. The books on the bookshelves are neither new nor old, and it is obvious that people read them frequently. They are not brand new reference books that are just for display.
Lu Ming had just sat down when the office door opened and a middle-aged woman came in. She had long blond hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a beige business suit. Her features vaguely resembled Mrs. Fernald in the school motto when she was young.
Naturally, it was the school's principal, Mrs. Fernald, the second daughter of Mrs. Fernald, and rumored to be Mrs. Fernald's chosen successor.
She looked Lu Ming up and down with a complicated expression.
"Student Lu Qianxing, do you want to see my mother?"
Lu Ming nodded. "Yes, you answered the call this morning, didn't you? I told you very clearly that the real owner of the Golden Tree needs to see its guide. Didn't you tell Mrs. Fernald about this?"
"Then how do you prove your identity?" asked Mrs. Fernald calmly.
Lu Ming smiled and said, "I have a leaf from it."
In fact, it seems that this golden tree is a treasure house left by our ancestors, which is filled with all kinds of rare treasures. Our ancestors hope that their descendants will use it for restoration.
The key is in your hand.
But to me, treasures and the like don’t seem to matter. Something is better than nothing.
But according to the memory fragments that flooded in yesterday, there was something in it that was extremely important to me.
While thinking randomly, Lu Ming took out the black iron key from his arms, waved it in front of little Mrs. Fernald, and put it away.
Mrs. Fernand nodded. "Well, you know this story. 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 owner, you will definitely be able to find it through the trial."
Lu Ming nodded: "What trial?"
Mrs. Fernald took out a brown paper file from the drawer and said, "This is your transfer certificate and student record card." She shook her head and said, "Actually, I don't know what I'm talking to you. I'm telling you what mother said. As for the rest, mother said you'll understand."
Lu Ming opened the file bag and looked at the few pages of documents inside. It was his student ID card, which showed that he had studied here from elementary school to the current junior high school.
The transfer letter was for transferring to Zhenjiang Provincial Normal School to study under an oracle bone expert.
Lu Ming nodded. According to the memory fragments, whether it was a treasure map or the door to the treasure, one needed to be proficient in this kind of oracle bone script in order to understand and open it.
However, actually, I don't need to learn it. When I saw this kind of oracle bone script in the memory fragments, I looked up the information myself and was speechless. The oracle bone script in this world is clearly a deformation of the Chinese characters in my previous life. I can barely recognize it.
But that oracle expert is also part of the "trial", so I still have to go.
I'll probably have to wait for him to approve before I can get the relevant information about the treasure map.
It is said that the oracle bone expert also has a talent for identifying oracle bones, which has been passed down from generation to generation.
All of this is very strange.
Therefore, even if there is no treasure or anything like that, I am ready to go and meet this oracle expert.
Zhenjiang Province is one of the five provinces in the south of the Yangtze River, adjacent to Jiangning Province and Andong Province. It just so happens that I have opened up a small base in the five provinces in the south of the Yangtze River. This is also God's will.
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After leaving Fernald College, I drove home at full speed.
I felt extremely comfortable. It had been a long time since I had been so free to move around alone. Without all the people following me, racing on the long streets felt like flying freely.
He was tortured by Bizhu to the point of becoming a non-human, and even had to be made into a wooden man for several months. He didn't know what other rewards he would get now, but at least he wouldn't be afraid of being stabbed to death if he met a thug on the street. If it wasn't for a carefully planned ambush, he wouldn't have been killed on the spot.
After entering the Lu Mansion and getting off the car, Lu Ming went straight to the third floor.
In the corridor covered with thick crimson carpet, there stood a pretty figure with fluttering ribbons. Judging from the cold aura, it was Bizhu.
Lu Ming smiled: "I'm glad you're okay." When he left home, she hadn't woken up yet, and he couldn't help feeling a little worried.
"Is Hanzhu okay?" Lu Ming's heart suddenly trembled. His coming-of-age ceremony was also an important time node. Hanzhu wouldn't disappear, right
"Master, do you want to see her?" Bizhu bit her lip.
Lu Ming felt relieved, glanced at Bizhu, and smiled, "It's good that everything is fine." He sighed again, "Bizhu, why do I feel that except for my strength, nothing has changed? You've tortured me to death, and I was looking forward to my twentieth birthday, but in the end, except for some inexplicable information, nothing has changed. I thought it was impossible to be as powerful as you, but at least, I can also use some divine magic to scare the evil demon in Liuli Palace, right?"
Bizhu pursed her lips and smiled: "Master just doesn't know it. In fact, Master can control Liuli with just a flick of her little finger. Even a servant is nothing but a tiny firefly in front of Master. However, in front of ordinary people, Master is indeed just stronger."
Lu Ming was stunned. "You mean, I'm very powerful, but only in front of so-called talented people. Can they feel it? And ordinary people, maybe a few hooligans can beat me up, and if they use muskets, they can kill me with one shot? And you, one person can beat a hundred ordinary people without any problem, especially you, Bizhu, you are not afraid of gunfire and rain of bullets, this... Why does it sound wrong?"
Bizhu said seriously: "The master's great energy is naturally not used to suppress mortals."
Lu Ming was helpless and could only say that his level was too high and he had returned to basics.
But seeing Bizhu's serious expression, he couldn't say these jokes. He could see that she was extremely happy, of course because of him. He should not have let her down. It's just that his level was too high and he couldn't feel it.
Why do I feel like I have become one of those Qigong masters in my previous life? It turns out that a cult has been established.