The term Mountain Village Master refers to the name on this shop's business license.

Xue Liangliang is someone detached from low-level interests; though he has the skills to make money, his desire for wealth is quite low. He only thinks about doing two things now:

One is building the nation, and the other is returning to Nantong.

Lu Yi was not bashful or polite and said directly, "Alright, I'll consult him once the village master returns."

Next came a relatively quiet dining time.

Lu Yi was actually not sitting at the counter alone to do the accounting. He finishes today's business today, so there's no way the accounts wouldn't be settled by late night. But how should I put it, people have aura. He felt uncomfortable eating with Brother Genius and that girl.

However, sitting a bit further away and watching them eat was a kind of enjoyment; it was even more enjoyable than watching the Dream of the Red Chamber TV show.

Eating while watching them, even the big bone in his hand seemed to carry a touch of grace and charm.

The reason for this is simple: the actors in a TV series are, after all, acting, but for Alii, this is her life.

It's a pity Aunt Liu doesn't usually come to the shop to buy things; otherwise, she might have some common language with Lu Yi.

After eating, Li Zhiyuan escorted Alii home.

Unless he was exhausted to the point of passing out or totally drained, he wasn't comfortable sleeping in Alii's room, even though he really liked the texture of the carpet in her bedroom.

"Alii, I'll tell you the story about this time in a few days, once I recall it."

After saying goodbye to Alii and having the dormitory key given by Tan Wenbin, Li Zhiyuan opened the dormitory door and returned to his room.

After washing up, he prepared to go to bed.

Li Zhiyuan adjusted the position of the bronze mirror and activated the dormitory isolation array.

This simple action left Li Zhiyuan stunned.

He looked around at this formation he had set up personally, feeling a deep-seated sense that the setup was utter trash.

Upon simple reflection, a new plan immediately formed in his mind, one that could integrate Feng Shui into the array. By doing so, when activated, it would not only isolate the room but also block out external noise interference.

The secret techniques in the Black Skin Book have made significant progress, and his proficiency in arrays and Feng Shui has experienced a qualitative leap.

Li Zhiyuan spread out his palm and initiated the Walking Yin technique.

In the palm of his hand appeared a cluster of black Karmic Fire.

With a subtle nudge of his fingertips, the Karmic Fire began to spin and dance.

With a bit more focused control, the black Karmic Fire started transforming into shapes of a kitten, puppy, elephant, and other animals.

Honestly, such transformations are utterly useless in actual combat.

Yet the previous him couldn't wield such precise control over skills.

So,

Was I diligently studying during that lost period of memory?

To some degree, skipping or fast-forwarding the painful process of diligent study to reach mastery is a capacity that would make any student drool with envy.

But Li Zhiyuan wasn't just thinking about these things.

He stepped to Tan Wenbin's desk, picked a book, then returned to his own bed, turning on the bedside lamp.

He wasn't accustomed to reading before sleep, typically resting right after leaving the desk for the bed.

But today, he made an exception.

The book in the young man's hands was Volume Five of the Jianghu Chronicles.

As he turned the pages, he could smell the faint scent of sandalwood coming from the paper. Of course, the content on top was now basic stuff for him.

But after reading each type of demise introduction, the line below that said "eliminated by the Righteous Path" made his suspicions in his heart grow stronger.

Like when Liu Yumei first heard the family was exterminated and did not associate it with her little Yuan, Li Zhiyuan was actually the same.

This is no longer a case of being blind under the lamp; it's like a solar eclipse.

Li Zhiyuan could no longer avoid it; when several clues emerged, that most unlikely answer almost became the only one in a way.

There are likely still many who can teach him arrays, skills, and Feng Shui, but few could allow him to achieve a qualitative leap in a short period.

Most importantly, they would also have to teach him the secret techniques in the Black Skin Book.

That stuff can't be learned by just anyone; the only other known person who can do it is currently repressing themselves under a peach tree.

And I'd have to trust them right away when we meet.

They'd have to be willing to help me.

Unwilling to hesitate, they'd help me plot against Emperor Fengdu.

So,

It could only be you,

Wei Zhengdao!

Though the memory hasn't specifically been retrieved, confirming Wei Zhengdao as the starting point made the cause and effect of the whole matter clear.

Because you can ignore "how exactly it was done," because with Wei Zhengdao there, what couldn't be done before often becomes doable, and then things can be tethered together centering around him.

But, is Wei Zhengdao not dead yet?

No, based on the habits deduced from myself, the lost memory has nothing to do with whether he is dead or not; as long as I continue to follow my previous pattern of behavior.

That is, if he's dead, I'd be happy; if he's not, I'd go up and finish him off, then hold a grand funeral for him.

Li Zhiyuan put down the book, turned off the light, and started to sleep.

Although I've already slept for two days and nights before coming back, there was too much work in the dream, and I didn't really rest well.

That night, Li Zhiyuan had a dream, a very sloppy and simple dream.

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