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Chapter 223 Immortal and Mortal Paths: Lin Fan's One Thought Determines Heaven and Earth, Resha
Lin Fan had anticipated Qin Huairu's choice.
Ordinary people are always bound by everything they are familiar with.
Even within that familiarity lies only pain and scheming.
In their eyes, the ethereal "fate to the immortals" is far less real than the "silly pillar" in front of them.
Lin Fan showed no pity.
There was not the slightest impatience.
He was merely an executor.
Give your choice, then finish.
He waved his arm lightly, and a power containing supreme laws instantly spread out.
It works precisely on every mortal who needs "correction".
Lin Fan's divine sense clearly reflected everything.
One after another, illusory chains of memories are touched, modified, or even completely erased by unseen forces.
In Xu Damao's memory, the shock of Lin Fan's "words becoming law" and the pain of his tongue getting tied were replaced by a sudden illness.
A strange illness that made him seriously ill and caused him to have some difficulty speaking.
He will remember that he was sick.
He was very ill.
But they would never remember that it was Lin Fan's punishment.
His foul mouth will no longer be completely silenced.
Lin Fan had a backup plan.
When you ask him to speak, he always stutters and occasionally misses a word.
This serves as a form of punishment.
In Yan Bugui's memory, the invisible wall and the embarrassing moment when he was thrown back were overshadowed by an accident.
He will remember that he fell down.
He broke his ribs.
But he would never remember that it was the consequence of his attempt to "snag" something from Lin Fan's house.
He still loves to scheme.
But there's an inexplicable sense of respect and distance towards Lin Fan's courtyard.
I dare not have any more ideas.
In He Yuzhu's memory, Lin Fan's teachings, the transformation brought about by the spirit wheat porridge, and his rapid improvement in cooking skills were all cleverly concealed.
He would remember that he had once asked Lin Fan for cooking advice.
But Lin Fan only gave a few casual pointers.
He would believe that his current progress is entirely due to his hard work and dedication.
He would feel that his improved cooking skills were the result of his hard work, not Lin Fan's good fortune.
His relationship with Lin Fan will return to that of ordinary neighbors.
He will simply respect Lin Fan even more than before.
Because Lin Fan had once "given him guidance".
As for Qin Huairu and her son...
Their memories were erased even more thoroughly.
The details about Lin Fan's power, He Yuzhu's destiny with immortality, and the scene of him kneeling and begging were completely erased.
She would remember Lin Fan as a somewhat mysterious neighbor.
But they would never remember that he possessed unfathomable power.
She would still think of He Yuzhu as the same "silly Zhu".
But recently, I've become "not so silly".
She attributes this change to He Yuzhu finally "becoming sensible".
The entire courtyard house.
Everyone who has had direct or indirect contact with Lin Fan, who is "different from immortals and mortals".
Their memories were all reshaped by Lin Fan based on Qin Huairu's choices.
This is a change that happens silently.
In Lin Fan's view, this was just a trivial matter done casually.
What he wanted was peace and quiet.
Since mortals cannot understand the true meaning of "purity".
Let them return to their familiar world and continue their ordinary lives.
He, on the other hand, continued his "retired" routine.
Lin Fan withdrew his hand.
The invisible fluctuation then dissipated.
In the courtyard were Fang Qingxue, Zhang Sanfeng, Ares, Aiolia, and He Yuzhu.
They stood quietly.
Watching Lin Fan accomplish all of this.
They are Lin Fan's followers.
He was also an observer in this "memory reshaping".
They knew that the man's power was far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend.
He Yuzhu's body, although his memories have been erased.
However, the spiritual energy within his body, brought about by the transformation of spiritual wheat porridge and spiritual wheat steamed buns, remained undiminished.
He simply stopped attributing these things to Lin Fan's "immortal arts" on a conscious level.
Instead, he attributed it to his "extraordinary talent" and "hard work."
His culinary skills are still at the level of "spiritual culinary skills" personally taught by Lin Fan.
He himself is unaware of this.
He would think that his cooking was especially delicious.
It has a unique "flavor".
But they wouldn't know that it was the effect of "spiritual energy".
Lin Fan looked at He Yuzhu.
A slight smile played on his lips.
He Yuzhu's transformation was entirely facilitated by him.
Even if the memory is erased.
The body's instincts and the improvement of one's spiritual level still exist.
He simply no longer knows its origin.
"Everyone, disperse," Lin Fan said calmly.
Once the words were spoken, my mind and spirit were at peace.
Fang Qingxue and the others bowed in agreement.
They then dispersed to continue handling affairs within the compound.
Lin Fan lay back down in the rocking chair.
Close your eyes.
He felt a long-lost sense of relaxation.
just now.
He can finally enjoy true peace and quiet.
at the same time.
In the neighboring courtyard, Qin Huairu stumbled back into the house with her three children.
She just felt a little dizzy.
My heart feels empty, as if something important has been ripped from my life.
But she couldn't remember it no matter what she did.
She only remembered that she seemed to have gone to Lin Fan's doorstep to ask for help.
But she had no idea what she had asked for help with or what she had received.
She just felt that Lin Fan was still as mysterious as ever.
So arrogant.
"Mom, I'm hungry." Banggeng rubbed his stomach.
Qin Huairu then came to her senses.
Looking at the faces of the three children, a familiar sense of weariness and responsibility welled up in my heart.
"Sigh, Mom will go make you some food right away." She sighed.
Enter the kitchen.
She didn't notice.
My steps are lighter than before.
She didn't notice.
Although I was exhausted, I felt a supporting force within my body.
She didn't notice.
Her despair about life seemed to lessen somewhat.
Everything seemed to have returned to the past.
But then again, something seems to have changed.
The canteen of the steel rolling mill.
Xu Damao suddenly sat up from the ground.
He was panting heavily.
"Ouch, what's wrong with me?" he asked, touching his neck.
My throat feels dry.
My tongue gets a little tied when I speak.
"Xu Damao, you're finally awake! You fainted just now, it scared us to death!" The workers around him said all at once.
"Fainted?" Xu Damao tried hard to recall.
My mind went completely blank.
He only remembered that he seemed to be bragging to someone.
Then everything went black and I passed out.
"What...what's wrong with me? Why does my tongue feel a little unresponsive?" Xu Damao tried to speak.
But then I discovered that I could stutter.
Some words are just impossible to explain clearly.
"Hey, you've really been sick! The doctor said you're probably just too tired, you'll be fine after a few days of rest," someone nearby said.
Xu Damao was skeptical.
But I didn't think much of it.
He felt as if he had really been sick.
He didn't notice.
His mouth, though, could still speak.
But he is no longer as quick-witted as before.
He always had a strange stutter.
He didn't notice.
Although he could still speak, he felt a strange sense of awe towards Lin Fan.
The neighbor's yard.
Yan Bugui also sat up from the bed.
He touched his chest.
My ribs still feel a dull ache.
He tried hard to recall.
My mind was a complete mess.
He only remembered that he seemed to have tripped and fallen.
He broke his ribs.
"Oh my, Old Yan, you're finally awake!" The third aunt rushed over.
"How did I fall?" Yan Bugui asked.
The three women thought about it.
He said, "Didn't you go to the gate of the yard yesterday afternoon to pick up a leaf that had drifted out of Lin Fan's house? You lost your balance and tripped."
"Picking up leaves?" Yan Bugui tried hard to recall.
My mind went completely blank.
All he remembers is falling down.
But he couldn't remember why he fell.
He just felt that Lin Fan's courtyard was still as mysterious as ever.
So unpredictable.
He didn't notice.
He felt a strange sense of awe towards Lin Fan's courtyard.
He didn't notice.
He was still scheming in his heart.
But he no longer dared to make any moves on Lin Fan's courtyard.
Everything seemed to have returned to the past.
But then again, something seems to have changed.