121: save1 The Truth of the Past
Sothing was wrong.
Lu Lele instantly entered a state of high ntal tension, firmly concentrating her consciousness and becoming incomparably alert.
When Zhang Lenglan was teaching her just now, she had absolutely no intention of listening seriously.
But for so unknown reason, her attention was drawn to Zhang Lenglan when she was completely unaware, and by the ti she ca back to her senses, class was already over.
Lu Lele could guarantee that this absolutely wasn't because Zhang Lenglan's class was interesting, because she hadn't planned to listen seriously at all.
Truly strange.
The fact happening before her eyes echoed with the contents of her mory. The past Lu Lele didn't have a very good impression of Zhang Lenglan, yet she was always very serious during class, and her grades always satisfied her father. This was originally a strange thing, because that particular Miss had never done things she didn't like.
And attending class was one of the things the past Lu Lele liked least.
Of course, the current Lu Lele didn't like it much either.
Many guesses suddenly surged in Lu Lele's brain. From mind control to hypnosis, the many possibilities erged endlessly in her mind, making Lu Lele's nerves feel slightly tense.
Lu Lele had very sufficient reason to believe that Zhang Lenglan had definitely done sothing to her, which was why she, a dark and intelligent noble Miss, always behaved diligently and well-behaved. Even for classes she didn't like listening to, she couldn't help but listen seriously.
Connecting this to the fact that Zhang Lenglan once had a background in the church, it made Lu Lele's imagination run wild. For a mont, she filled in a conspiracy theory novel of over a million words in her head.
However, on the surface, Lu Lele remained calm and collected, without showing any abnormalities, continuing to maintain the image of a sickly and well-behaved Miss.
Just like that, a morning passed.
After a short lunch break, Lu Lele began her afternoon studies.
Lu Lele's afternoon class should be considered a poetry appreciation class. Zhang Lenglan asked Lu Lele to open her transcription notebook and copy down so poems written by famous poets. While transcribing, Zhang Lenglan would also tell Lu Lele about the poets' backgrounds and stories related to the poems.
Zhang Lenglan had once explained this course like this:
"These will play a very important role when you correspond with others in the future. Especially when you communicate with soone you have mutual affection for, using poetry can tactfully and cleverly convey your emotions. Even if you reject so of the other party's requests, it will make you appear more like a lady."
Lu Lele expressed that she actually did this quite熟练ly on Blue Star in the past. She did a lot of it in elentary, middle, and high school.
Actually, it was just a modern version of recording good sentences and accumulating reading volu through transcription.
Lu Lele originally only planned to slack off and drift through this period of ti. But as a result, when Lu Lele opened the notebook, the leaf she had sandwiched in during the morning fell out, attracting the attention of both people at the sa ti.
"This leaf..."
After seeing the leaf, Zhang Lenglan revealed a look of surprise. Her whole body actually shook in an instant, and the poetry book in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Two or three seconds later, Zhang Lenglan quickly recovered her normal expression. She picked up the poetry book from the ground, then asked:
"Miss, may I take the liberty to ask, how did you get this leaf?"
Lu Lele thought for a mont and chose to tell Zhang Lenglan truthfully according to her mory.
Anyway, this mory originally made Lu Lele feel a bit fishy. If Zhang Lenglan knew sothing about it, it would actually be helpful.
"I see."
Zhang Lenglan nodded, then suddenly changed to a serious expression and said:
"This leaf... is a symbol. Miss, your current situation might be very dangerous."
"My situation is very dangerous?"
Lu Lele couldn't help but freeze, staring at Zhang Lenglan with a face full of question marks:
"Teacher, are you serious?"
Zhang Lenglan actually said that she, who lived in a sturdy castle and was protected tightly, was in a dangerous situation. This made Lu Lele feel that she couldn't understand her tutor even more.
"Correct. You have very likely been targeted by an evil heretic sect."
Zhang Lenglan said this very seriously, then asked:
"Miss, did you have a strange dream last night, and see this leaf in the dream?"
Lu Lele nodded and answered:
"Mm, I indeed had a strange dream last night. In the dream, just as you said, I saw a black leaf, exactly like this one."
"Then that is it."
Zhang Lenglan said:
"This leaf is very likely a curse placed on you by so evil person who covets you. This withered, rotten pure black leaf will gradually take away the power of your soul, thereby being used by the heretic sect to beco the cornerstone for them to achieve their evil goals. Miss, you need to deal with this leaf imdiately."
Lu Lele tilted her head and asked back:
"Hah? There's such a thing as this? Then just throwing it away is enough, isn't it?"
"You can't throw it away imdiately, because you have already established a connection with that leaf. Without using special thods, it is impossible to eliminate the connection with it," Zhang Lenglan said.
Lu Lele felt that sothing was even more wrong. After being silent for a while, she said:
"Teacher, I don't really believe what you're saying. No matter what, this is just a leaf. If I throw it into the fireplace, it will be burned to ashes in minutes. No matter what connection this leaf has with , once its own existence has disappeared, I don't believe it can still affect . I believe in science, Teacher."
"I of course know that you believe in science. People now all believe in science. This has already beco an undeniable fact."
"However, you might have overlooked a point. That is, the science people currently advocate is sothing that has only gradually risen in the last hundred years."
Zhang Lenglan opened the poetry book and began to slowly turn the pages:
"Placing this period of ti in the long history, it is but an incredibly brief instant, like a flash in the pan."
"People gradually forgot the faith handed down from those ancient years, forgot the deeds left by the Lord. When they fell prostrate to the ground a thousand years ago because of seeing the miracles triggered by the Lord's faithful servants, they were much more excited than when seeing the roar of steam. These are forgotten ssages, but they are all facts that once existed."
"What was once recognized as truth was precisely that ancient ritual, showing one's loyalty and faith to the Lord, and one would receive the manifested miracles bestowed by the Lord, and even receive the power bestowed by the Lord, becoming the agent who walks the world for the Lord."
"Then, why can't those who believe in the Lord now trigger miracles?" Lu Lele asked a very straightforward question. "If they can continue the ancient rituals, why don't they show them to people?"
"This question can be answered by a very famous poem written by a bishop three hundred years ago."
Zhang Lenglan quickly flipped to the corresponding page. In front of Lu Lele, she affectionately recited the poem recorded on it:
"You are not worthy, oh, you are not worthy."
"Precisely because you are not worthy, therefore you are not worthy."
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