"Brother Ning Zhuo, I'm here!" Zheng Jian laughed loudly. When he saw Ning Zhuo get off the carriage, he walked a few steps and rushed to him.

Ning Zhuo quickly clasped his fists and saluted: "Brother Zheng."

"Why be so polite!" Zheng Jian grabbed Ning Zhuo's arm and stopped him from continuing to salute. "Let's go to the second floor."

Behind him, Ning Xiaohui walked down slowly, stepping on the servant's back.

Seeing Zheng Jian dragging Ning Zhuo and ignoring her, her face was covered with a layer of frost.

Since the last time he successfully explored the Immortal Palace, Ning Zhuo has completely demonstrated his worth among the top management of the three companies, and his status has skyrocketed.

In order to better win over Ning Zhuo, Ning Xiaoren speeded up the process of weaving evidence and framed Ning Cui.

You must know that Ning Zui has worked under Ning Xiaoren for many years, and he has worked hard even though he has no merit.

Ning Xiaoren's behavior made Ning Zhuo secretly shameless and vigilant.

Ning Zhuo and Zheng Jian walked into a garden with arms crossed.

The three characters "Sales Kindergarten" are engraved on the plaque on the door of the garden.

There were a lot of people in the Salesian Kindergarten, talking to each other and talking about the name Li Leifeng.

Li Leifeng finally died. According to his will, Salesian Kindergarten prepared a bequest meeting for him, at which all Li Leifeng's belongings would be donated.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Li would pass away after all. When I was a child, I grew up watching Mr. Li's puppet shows." Zheng Jian sighed.

Ning Zhuo also sighed: "Mr. Li is a respectable person. Since he took charge of the Salesian Kindergarten, he has saved countless orphans and street children."

Zheng Jian patted Ning Zhuo on the back: "Mr. Li is happy to die and has passed away! Look at how many people have come today, you can see how famous Mr. Li is. His life is definitely worth it!"

Ning Zhuo nodded slightly and stopped talking.

Most of the people flowed into a five-story pavilion.

The bequest ceremony will be held here.

Ning Zhuo and others also entered this building.

The pavilion is in the shape of a zigzag.

Climbing the stairs to the private room on the second floor, Ning Zhuo met the Zhou brothers.

"Come, sit down."

“The meals hosted by the Salesian Kindergarten this time are still the same and bring back memories.”

"Yes, I still remember that when I was a child, I loved watching puppet shows. The private room opposite was where I often went."

"When I was a kid, I liked to lean on the railing and watch plays."

Ning Zhuo remained silent, his eyes falling on the corner of the lobby.

When he was a child, he would always sneak in when the ticket checkers weren't paying attention. He would huddle in a corner or behind a pillar. Not only could he watch the show, but he could sometimes pick up some guests after the show was over and the park was not being cleaned.

There are uneaten pastries or fruits left.

Although Ning Zhuo had early wisdom, he also had a playful mind.

His uncle's parents treated him harshly. Too many times, Ning Ji would eat snacks in front of him, but would not give him a piece of sweet fruit.

As a child, Ning Zhuo was also greedy.

I remember one time, when he was caught and was panicking, Li Leifeng came to him, stroked his head, held his hand, led him into the backstage, fed him Li Leifeng's untouched penis, and fucked him.

A clean portion of pastries and fruits.

The people around him were coming in and out, and when they saw this scene, they were not surprised at all, and they also cast kind eyes on Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo could no longer remember the specific situation.

In his impression, the whole experience was wrapped in a layer of tenderness, so that every time he recalled it, a gentle warmth would flow in his heart.

This is why, after Li Leifeng passed away, almost everyone in the city came to pay his respects. The monks who participated in this bequest ceremony were basically prominent figures.

"Once Li Leifeng leaves, the Charity Kindergarten will not know where to go."

"It is said that the next director has not yet been finalized."

"I know the reason. It was Li Leifeng who asked Zhu Xuanji to find a successor."

Zheng Jian and Zhou Zeshen communicated with each other and revealed valuable information casually.

Ning Zhuo remembered it secretly in his heart.

"By the way, how are your souls recovering?"

"Almost healed."

"Me too."

"When will we explore Lava Asgard again?"

When asked this question, everyone's eyes subconsciously glanced at Ning Zhuo.

Last time, it was Ning Zhuo's performance that gave them a qualitative breakthrough.

Ning Zhuo didn't want to do this. He had already acquired the technique and had been practicing hard all day recently.

Of course, the Five Elements Qi Law Technique and the Demonic Blood Muscle Technique cannot be practiced. When the exercises at the fourth to sixth levels are in operation, there will be many differences in breath from the first three levels.

But the Mirror Channeling Technique can be practiced.

All movements will be suppressed by the treasure seal and completely contained. This makes Ning Zhuo often be in a daze, but he is secretly practicing the magic technique.

Ning Zhuo said: "I can't think of any solution for the moment. If we continue to explore the Immortal Palace, we are likely to make the same mistakes again and fall into that dark trap again."

Zheng Jian and others' hearts trembled.

The last time they fell into a trap, they were unable to survive or die. They were unable to hear, see or touch. They endured hard until their soul power reached the limit, and were finally sent out of the fairy palace.

This nightmare experience makes them not want to go through it again.

"Didn't you think of any good ideas during this period?" Zheng Jian said.

Ning Zhuo shook his head.

Zhou Zhu sighed.

Zhou Zeshen boosted morale: "I have almost reached the peak of the third level. When I reach it, we will set off together to explore the Lava Immortal Palace again."

Everyone nodded and reached an agreement.

At this time, the bequest ceremony officially began.

Various items belonging to Li Leifeng during his lifetime were put on public display for people to choose from.

Whoever can choose can take it directly. This is a donation.

Some low-level monks couldn't help but feel happy after taking it, and they gained a lot.

Some families or strong monks also take some, usually trivial things. They often give back a large amount of spiritual stones or supplies to the Salesian Kindergarten.

Zhou Zeshen suddenly let out a light sigh, stretched out his hand to grab it, and formed an invisible force, which absorbed a piece of machine board and flew to the second floor.

He took it and took a look, played with it for a while, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, this is it."

"I remember when I was a child, my father brought me here. I couldn't stop crying, so Mr. Li took out this toy to make me happy."

"This machine toy is very complicated. We need to piece together every change to get a little bit of information."

"In the end, when you piece this information together, you can form a fairy tale."

With that said, Zhou Zeshen handed the machine toy to Zheng Jian beside him.

Zheng Jian played with it for a while, but lost all interest and handed it to others.

Zhou Zhu took it and asked curiously: "Did you get the legend in the end?"

"Of course." Zhou Zeshen said, "This took a whole summer. The legends of immortals and gods I obtained are only part of them. I am so angry."

"But I still excerpted this story, wrote it in a jade slip, and carried it with me at all times."

"Because I have experienced this, it has given me a lot of patience. Whenever I am impatient, I will take out this jade slip and rub it a few times, and I can quickly adjust my mood."

With that said, Zhou Zeshen took out the jade slip again and showed it to everyone in turn.

Ning Zhuo played with the wooden board of the mechanism for a while, and then read the story slips.

The jade slips record such a fairy tale.

According to legend, a sage immortal master was crossing the void and got tired.

He took out the mixed bag, held the mouth of the bag, and prepared to shake it fifty times. After seven or forty-nine shakes, he was really tired and unable to continue, so he loosened the mouth of the bag and spit out a world of mechanisms.

In the machine world, the sky and the earth suddenly rise and fall, water and earth are mixed, and fireworks are lingering.

The Holy Immortal Master then took out the head of the Five Elements staff and threw it into the world of institutions, allowing the Five Elements to circulate, with the sky above, the earth below, the oceans distributed, and the rivers crisscrossing, everything in order.

The Holy Immortal Master got into the world of institutions and began to rest. In order to have someone to serve him, he used three thousand strings and swung them three times.

For the first time, the string was thrown onto the fairy energy and a fairy puppet was created.

The second time, the string was thrown onto the demonic energy, forming a golem.

The third time, I pulled the string and threw it on Shenqi, and got the divine puppet.

Sanqiu serves the Holy Immortal Master with meticulous care.

The Holy Immortal Master had enough rest and continued on his way. Before leaving the world of institutions, he was begged by the three lovers.

All three of them want to follow the Holy Immortal Master.

The Holy Immortal Master told them that it wasn't because he didn't want to, but because the three couples couldn't do it.

Taking away the three couples by force will only cause them to perish.

San Ou doesn't believe it.

The Holy Immortal Master then gave them instructions: Let’s look at the threads on your body.

The three couples were in a trance.

The fairy saw the thread on her body, which was ideal, wisdom, freedom, betrayal...

The devil saw the strings on his body, which were power, chaos, love...

The idol saw the threads on his body, which were truth, order, fairness...

For a moment, Ning Zhuo's heart was touched!

He suddenly thought of himself.

He thought of the history books he was familiar with, the various characters in the history books, and the countless times he had pondered the thoughts of these characters and their choices at critical moments.

As he gets older, he gradually discovers: No matter how strong or weak these people are, they all have traces to follow!

He thought of Yuan Dasheng.

Although Yuan Dasheng was powerful, there was a thread of loyalty firmly holding him above his head. The reason why Ning Zhuo was able to plot against him was because he had grasped this thread.

He thought of his uncle Ning Zui and Ning Xiaoren again. They also had threads on them.

He thought of Han Ming. Even a demon cultivator has a thread called greed.

"As long as I grasp these threads, I can control them like a mechanism. Can't I?"

"So……"

"Are there any strings on my body?"

When Ning Zhuo thought of this, his hair stood on end for no reason!

He slowly raised his head.

Slowly raise your head.

In a daze, he saw it.

He saw a huge thread that was almost completely transparent. That was the thread of life!

At this moment, the fantasy lotus seeds sprouted quietly in the divine sea.

Lava Asgard.

The Dragon Turtle Fire Spirit woke up from its deep slumber. It pressed its chest, feeling doubtful about an unfounded fear.

Human life hangs in Ning Zhuo's field of vision, disappearing and never being seen again.

Ning Zhuo lowered his head, his face expressionless.

"It's an interesting little story." Ning Zhuo smiled and handed the jade slip back to Zhou Zeshen.

"It's quite charming." Zhou Zeshen took the jade slip and agreed casually.

He would never have expected what a huge opportunity his casual move would bring to Ning Zhuo!
Chapter completed!