Before Lu Chuan could even put the words he had prepared into use, the village chief had already started talking about his father. This was a good start.

His home was in a mess, so the village chief welcomed him back to his home. It was dinner time, so the old man asked the family to prepare two more dishes and invited Lu Chuan to sit down and chat.

Lu Chuan took out a bunch of prepared food and pastries from the storage ring and gave them to the village chief, asking the village chief to share them with everyone in the village on his behalf.

The two politely negotiated for several rounds before the village chief accepted the gift and repeatedly told Lu Chuan not to bring so many things next time.

After eating for a while at the dinner table, Lu Chuan found an opportunity to talk to the village chief and took Lu Rover's childhood impressions as his own.

"Grandpa, is my father also a practitioner? When I met Huzi a few days ago, I told him about my parents. I have very little impression of them both. I only remember that my father had a recliner to lie on.

In the yard, my mother is busy taking care of the housework."

"Your father did practice when he was young. At that time, the Qinghui Immortal Sect took a fancy to his talent and took him into the mountain gate. Unexpectedly, he had only been practicing for a few years. Suddenly one day he returned to the village and said that he had already

Quitting the Qinghui Immortal Sect made me very angry."

Lu Chuan was shocked. He had read about the Qinghui Immortal Sect that the village chief mentioned in the "Comprehensive Guide to Beining City". It was called Qinghui Mountain and was a large sect with extraordinary heritage. He did not expect that Lu Changsheng would have such an opportunity when he was young.

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He said "What happened next?" and asked the village chief to continue telling the story.

In the eyes of the old village chief, Lu Changsheng is a very strange person. It is strange that he changed his name to Changsheng. It is also strange that he voluntarily withdraws from Qinghui Mountain. It is also strange that he always lies lazily on the deck chair after returning to the village.

It is even more weird that such a weird person can still marry a wife.

The village chief didn't know Lu Lin's origins either. He only knew that one day Lu Changsheng rarely left his beloved recliner for a trip. When he came back, he brought back an injured girl. It didn't take long for the two to announce their marriage.

After the two got married, they still lived a normal life in the village. Lu Changsheng did not hunt or farm, but he knew Feng Shui and told fortunes. He also taught the children in the village to read and read. In addition, he might have left the Qinghui Immortal Sect.

I still have some money, and I live a happy life.

It didn't take long for Lu Lin to become pregnant with Lu Chuan, and then gave birth smoothly. When Lu Chuan was less than one year old, the gods of the Qinghui Immortal Sect came to congratulate him.

The family lived a pretty good life in the village until Lu Changsheng and Lu Lin died unexpectedly one after another when Lu Chuan was more than four years old.

Not long after the deaths of Lu Changsheng and Lu Lin, someone from the Qinghui Immortal Sect also came. After paying homage, they also left some Yuanshi belongings to Xiao Lu Chuan.

When the village chief talked about this paragraph, his words began to be unclear. Lu Chuan also wisely did not ask where the belongings left behind went. An orphan who lost his parents, with a huge inheritance, could grow up safely in the village.

It's a blessing.

Ever since he learned that Lu Changsheng was a time traveler, Lu Chuan had been confused as to why he didn't find any items with vitality in his home when he closed his eyes when he first time traveled through time.

Now he had the answer in his mind. Even if there was any treasure, it would probably have been divided up by the people in the village.

But these things were not important anymore. Once he figured out his life experience, he basically cut off all contact with Lujiacun.

I have neither experienced nor inherited the memory of the original owner's experiences in the past ten years. At this moment, it feels like I am listening to someone else's story.

"Grandpa, did my father and my mother really die of illness? In my impression, although my father is very lazy, he has always been in good health, and he is a practitioner. How could he die of illness?"

Lu Chuan was not surprised that Lu Changsheng was a practitioner. It would be strange to have traveled through time and not practice until death. What he was more curious about now was the cause of Lu Changsheng's death.

The village chief didn't hesitate when he mentioned that the Qinghui Immortal Sect had left property for Lu Chuan, but now he was a little hesitant, as if he was considering whether to tell Lu Chuan.

"Your father did not die of illness. He was lying on a recliner at that time. Many people in the village saw it. He was punished by God." The village chief said in a serious tone.

Huh? What the hell is Tianchu? There doesn’t seem to be any way to overcome the heavenly tribulation in this world, right?

"How many times have I told him, Chang Changsheng, how can he call such a big name? He just didn't listen. Many people saw it at that time. A thunder suddenly fell in the blue sky in broad daylight, and your father lost his soul on the spot."

No, even if there is a tribulation, no one will lie on a recliner to survive it, right?

And what does it mean when a thunder strikes and the soul is gone? Shouldn't it be burnt or something like that?

Besides, I’ve seen that recliner before. It was placed in Lu Changsheng’s room after traveling through time. A thunder from the sky can’t even break the recliner? A thunder that specifically breaks the consciousness?

"But I remember that when my father was buried, his body was still intact."

Lu Chuan did not inherit the memory at all, so he could only boldly guess that Lu Changsheng's body was intact but his consciousness was lost after being struck by lightning. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain that the recliner was not damaged at all.

"How about calling it Tianzhu? At that time, his body was still hot, and his soul was dead and gone. We didn't believe it at the time. It took many days to confirm that your father was really gone.

Your mother was not in good health to begin with. She may have been overly worried after your father left, and she soon died of illness. She vomited a lot of blood when she left. Your uncle Yan even hired a doctor from Beining City to save anyone."

Lu Chuan could probably imagine the scene in his mind. Death by Tianchu was obviously more like being attacked by someone using long-range magic, and the opponent might be far more powerful than Lu Changsheng at the time.

If this is the case, perhaps the only legacy Lu Changsheng left for himself is an enemy with terrifying strength who can kill people from a distance.

But such a story is obviously unreasonable. What kind of enemy would easily kill Lu Changsheng and then let his wife and children go without hesitation? Should he wait for them to seek revenge on him?

Lu Chuan ate and chatted with the village chief. Time passed quickly. His purpose of coming to Lujia Village today was basically achieved. The village chief knew a lot of trivial things, but they were not of much help to Lu Chuan.

His parents were two weirdos in the village. Even the village chief didn't know Lu Chuan's mother's name and would only call her Xiao Lin when they met her.

On the other hand, Lu Yan, who may have known about it, went to Beining City with other villagers today, intending to use the money given by Lu Chuan to buy some things for the village, but he happened to miss Lu Chuan.

After Lu Chuan finished eating, he was going to go back to his home to see if there were any clues about the original owner or his parents, and then he could rush back to Beining City.

His dilapidated house had been burned by fire and looked like it had been rummaged through. It was such a mess and dilapidated scene that he didn't know where to start.

Lu Chuan's own room was the most severely damaged by the fire. Even the outer walls of the otherwise empty room were smashed, and the bed and cabinets were also burned to ashes.

He walked into Lu Changsheng's room. This room also had obvious signs of being burned. The cabinets were messed up and fell to the ground. Lu Changsheng's and Lu Lin's spiritual tablets were also knocked over and fell to the ground.

Lu Chuan picked up the two people's spiritual tablets, dusted off the dust on the cards, and put them back on the altar table. After thinking about it, he took out some cakes from the storage ring and put them on the table.

It's a sincere thought.

He looked around the entire room and didn't see anything of value. Instead, a folded recliner was thrown carelessly on a cabinet on the floor, and it looked like it had been burned by fire.

Lu Chuan was a little curious. Could this be the "artifact" reclining chair that Lu Changsheng lay on to carry the "Tianchu"?

The recliner looked a little dirty, but it didn't seem to be broken. Lu Chuan opened it with a snap, and the recliner stood firmly on the ground.

Something was wrong. After more than ten years, it had been burned and beaten, and all the other furniture was broken. Only this lounge chair had become dirty. This was the biggest problem.

So he took out a clean cloth from the storage ring and dusted off the dust on the recliner, and carefully sat on the recliner. He found that the recliner was extremely comfortable, making people want to lie down on it involuntarily.

As soon as his head touched the recliner, the vitality in his body began to vibrate uncontrollably. He was shocked and wanted to get up from the recliner, but a voice came from his mind:
Chapter completed!