This is the best way to return things to their original owners, and it is also the way that Ning Shu least wants to see things return to their original owners, but many times, the best is not necessarily the most wanted.

Because there are many things that always backfire, everyone thinks about one thing, and what they really encounter is the other, and they can't resist it, we call this kind of thing that can't be reversed - fate.

What Ning Shu wants more is that the owner of this ring walks into this room with the ring in person, and then lies comfortably on the dust-free, clean and tidy bed, and then waits for the lovely maid to knock on the door and say Young Master, the meal is ready, the lord and Mrs. are waiting for you to go over for dinner, hurry up and change it, lest Mrs. say that you are sloppy again, and then the family of three will be reunited, Mr. Song's mother touched the hand of her only son who has been away from home for 20 years with relief, and said with tears in her eyes Child, you have suffered all these years......

This is the best way to go home, rather than Ning Shu sending the ring into this empty and dilapidated old mansion that has been abandoned for more than ten years.

Ning Shu himself has never experienced such a life, in his memory there seems to be no such thing as parents, when he was a child, whenever he saw those little friends who played together at night being called home by the adults in the family to go home for dinner, he could only silently pat the mud spots on his body and walk home silently.

Fortunately, the old scholar was very kind, but Ning Shu always regarded him as his grandfather, and sometimes Ning Shu would ask the old scholar who his parents were? The old scholar touched his head every time and said that he didn't know.

I've been like this for more than ten years, Ping'an City is very good, it feels like home, everyone there is very good to Ning Shu, but I always feel that something is missing......

After a long time, as he became more and more sensible, Ning Shu didn't think about this aspect anymore, especially when he saw those who were homeless after the war, he thought that he was also an abandoned child.

In a sense, he and Ning Anyi are the same kind of people, which is why he stubbornly insisted on Chen Shanhai taking in the baby girl in the arms of this refugee corpse.

Because if no one cares about her, she will die.

Many people have already died in the war of the five southern countries.

So when Mr. Song said on the boat that he was finally going home after twenty years away from home, and that kind of eyes showed a longing brilliance, Ning Shu felt that this was a great thing.

However, the world is impermanent.

Ning Shu closed the enamel box, looked at the environment in the house, pushed open the door and prepared to leave.

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......

The empty courtyard was no longer empty, and there was a figure leaning against the old tree in the courtyard, looking extremely lazy, and the shade of the tree was obscuring him, and his face could not be seen clearly.

It is an abnormal thing for someone to have someone in the dilapidated old yard that no one has set foot in for more than ten years, and generally speaking, there are only two situations in which this kind of thing occurs.

One is the house where gold and silver are hidden, and the other is the homeless who are looking for a place to live.

It is obvious that the family of a squire who was forced to resign because of the case did not have any attractive wealth, and the seal of the main entrance was intact, and the homeless man could not climb over the walls of the officials' courtyard.

The man didn't look like he was looking for relatives or friends.

So, he was waiting for himself.

Ning Shu thought to himself, are people nowadays looking for trouble so elegant, waiting for people to come out of the house? Sure enough, those folk storytellers said that it was a lie to break into the door rudely.

"Do you know what the consequences of trespassing in Los Angeles are?" the man began.

Ning Shu was silent on the stage, he understood the consequences of trespassing into a private house, not to mention that he trespassed into the mansion of the original Taoist squire, if he was convicted, he might be able to casually impose a crime related to the case twenty years ago.

Ning Shu didn't care about the crime, but I heard that the Taifu assessment also depends on the student's conduct, if he is found out by Taifu after passing the assessment, he will be charged with flying eaves and trespassing on private houses, maybe he will become the fastest person to be expelled in the history of Taifu, and this price is not cost-effective.

"The last person who waited for me in the yard is dead. Ning Shu put his hand on the hilt of the sword and spoke slowly, although he felt that the other party had no malicious intent, he still wanted to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Although the last time the monk saved the victim and lost only an incarnation, if you look at the cultivation and Ning Shu's decisiveness in drawing the sword, he can barely be regarded as killing a person himself, but at this time, he just wants that person to retreat.

The man under the tree seemed to be a little stunned after seeing Ning Shu's action of drawing his sword, and sighed and said: "Look at you, not to mention trespassing on private houses, you are also planning to do it in Los Angeles, young people are young people, and they really can't hold their breath." ”

After speaking, he raised his head and walked out from under the shade of the tree, this person said that Ning Shu was a young man who couldn't hold his breath, but in fact he didn't look very old, he was dressed in a light blue robe, with a sword tied to the side of the robe at random, casual and lazy between his eyebrows, looking like a student who hadn't woken up in the spring study.

Ning Shu recognized who he was, it was the young man who guarded the city and asked him what the name of his sword was at the city gate when he first arrived in Los Angeles before, but he was wearing a soldier's armor at the time, and at this time he changed into a light blue shirt, which caused Ning Shu not to recognize him.

Xie Ximeng, known as the strongest man of the younger generation of the Divine Dynasty.

Previously, when Ning Shu was in the Hanshan Temple of Jialan Mountain, he had already seen Lu Xingyi, the prince of the demon clan, who was known as the strongest of the younger generation of the demon clan, but at this moment, he had a different feeling when he saw this first person of the younger generation of the human race god dynasty.

Lu Xingyi is extremely confident, and he always has an innate domineering aura in his introvertedness, because he is a cultivator at the peak of the Dream Realm, the son of the destiny of the Golden Crow clan, and the most talented person in the demon clan for thousands of years, so he has the capital of pride.

And this Xie Ximeng in front of him was just the opposite, at first glance he was a student who hadn't woken up, his eyes were lowered, lazy and casual, and he couldn't even feel the slightest mana fluctuation on his body.

But such an inconspicuous person is often extremely powerful and dangerous, especially for Ning Shu, who has cultivated the method of holding his breath and hiding the gods, it feels even more obvious, after all, he is a person who can be compared with the prince of the demon clan, how can he be a mortal?

Looking at his lazy eyebrows, Ning Shu withdrew the hand that was on the sword.

"Xie Ximeng. ”

"Ning Shu. ”

There is nothing such as hello, who I call anyone, or who I have admired for a long time, who am I and so on, just a simple exchange of names, simply like a long sword on the waist of the two.

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Xie Ximeng had just finished the punishment set by His Majesty the Emperor for defending the city today, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad thinking that he would leave the Northern Wilderness in a month, so he changed into clean clothes and prepared to take a final look at the beautiful scenery of the imperial capital Luocheng.

Then he saw a very familiar young man with a sword in Xicheng.

There are many people who wear swords in Los Angeles, but there are very few people who wear special temperaments like this young man's swords.

It was a temperament that fused the sword with itself.

If an ordinary person takes a sword and glances at him, he must see the long sword at his waist, and then the person, unless the person is extremely beautiful enough to make people look at his face without taking their eyes off it.

And the kind of person who fuses the sword into one, if he didn't deliberately reveal it, ordinary people wouldn't have noticed his sword, because that sword was like a part of his body, and who would stare at someone else's arm?

It has nothing to do with the strength of cultivation, but just a person's comprehension of the way of the sword.

In Xie Ximeng's eyes, this sword-wielding boy is just like him.

So he followed the young man who was very interested in him, ready to see what he was going to do.

"This is definitely not tracking!" Xie Ximeng told himself

He just watched the young man walk slowly alone, quiet like a tourist enjoying flowers and spring in Los Angeles.

"My sword cultivator should be lonely like this!" Xie Ximeng praised.

In this way, the two walked one after the other, walked through the north city, walked into the west city, Xie Ximeng watched the young man eat breakfast alone, in a daze, walk to the yard alone, and then ...... Climb over the wall alone.

"My generation sword cultivator...... How can you do such a mundane thing as climbing over the wall!?"

"Even if you don't know how to fly with your sword, you can knock on the door and walk in through the main entrance, the thief behavior of climbing over the wall is really throwing the dignity of sword cultivation, even if you turn over very chic, you must not!"

Xie Ximeng decided to also enter this house to find this young man who cultivated swords and did not cultivate virtues.

When he saw the seal of Jing Zhaoyin's Mansion on the gate of this house, he walked to the backyard in silence.

Climb over the wall.

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......

"Did you forget something?"

After the two of them climbed out of the wall of the Song family's courtyard and walked out onto the street, Xie Ximeng asked, he didn't seem to care why Ning Shu appeared in the Song family's dilapidated mansion.

"What?" Ning Shu was slightly stunned, he was busy checking information and looking for work these days, and he really didn't remember anything important to deal with.

"Go to the Ministry of Highways to register your identity. ”

Ning Shu reacted at this time, he actually forgot this important matter,

In fact, at the beginning of the establishment of the Divine Dynasty, there was no such thing as the Taoist Division, and there were only six divisions that dealt with all aspects of the Divine Dynasty on a daily basis.

It's just that this is a world of cultivation after all, there are many cultivators in heaven and earth, and the vast majority of cultivators have cultivated deeply, faintly distinguishing themselves from mortals, and even more so treating the secular god dynasty as nothing, although the god dynasty has the strength to suppress these cultivators who do not abide by the divine law, but it is still unable to achieve perfection.

Daomen is a general term for the world's cultivation sects, as the territory of the Divine Dynasty is getting bigger and bigger, the major sects are naturally unwilling to give away such rich cultivation resources to others, they all know that once the Divine Dynasty expands its ruling scope to its own mountain gate, then the incense of the Taoist temple, the excavation of talents, the control of the spiritual vein, and even the survival of the mountain gate, are not up to themselves, and everything will belong to the dynasty established by this secular human race from now on.

They can no longer enjoy the qualifications that are looked up to by the world.