An extraordinary journey from the beginning

Chapter 193 Li Shi, Promise.

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Both ends of the wooden bridge are bustling streets, with a wide variety of shops connected to each other. There is an endless flow of people coming and going, and the prosperity can be seen in the subtleties.

It's just that there is a store at the end on the right side of the wooden bridge that no one enters or goes out. It stands to reason that the location here is not remote, and there are a lot of people on the street. It should be impossible for this to happen, but However, passers-by turned a blind eye to it, and didn't even bother to take a look, as if they couldn't see the store.

"Nianguang Pavilion~"

A few people stood in front of the shop, Linglong raised her eyes to look at the plaque on it, and muttered softly.

The door of the shop is open, and the inside is empty, only some long radial paintings are hung, which looks a bit ancient and quiet. It seems that the place sells works of art such as antique calligraphy and paintings.

After Lu Ming scanned the room, he looked towards the back.

Wei Shengyan didn't speak, just smiled mysteriously, stood behind the two of them and made a gesture of invitation.

"Boom!" Turning around, Lu Ming knocked lightly on the door.

After a while, no one responded, so she directly took Linglong's hand and walked inside. Since she wanted to know the answer, she would always take some risks.

Nianguang Pavilion is the clue given by Wei Shengyan.

There is a gap between the two rows of horizontally hung landscape paintings, which happens to be a corridor for people to walk through. At the end, there is a closed door.

Lu Ming knocked on the door again, and a gentle male voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Listening to the voice is a young man, not thick but also does not mean floating, but has a hint of ethereal inspiration.

Pushing the door open, the facilities in the house are simple, a clean and simple simple wooden table, several cushions are laid on the wooden table in four directions, a pot of wood fragrance rises on the table, and sitting next to you in a wheelchair looking out the window. Facing several young men.

"Are you the master of Nianguang Pavilion?" Linglong asked first.

"It's your fate to come here beyond the illusion. If you have any questions, I will try my best to answer them." The young man on the wheelchair still looked at the world outside the window and said softly.

The voice is immature, elegant and ethereal.

As if existing in a dream.

Linglong took out the painting scroll from her bosom, put it on the wooden table, and asked directly: "I want to know why the person in the painting is me? Wei Shengyan said that it was made by Shenzong himself 500 years ago."

"Shenzong..."

Hearing this, the young man finally turned his head around, broke away from the ethereal state of being isolated from the world, looked at Linglong with a pair of starry eyes, and looked at the girl's face, the muscles on his face tightened slightly uncontrollably.

He stared at Linglong intently, his whole body motionless, his eyelids unblinking, as if he had been cast a hold spell.

Linglong was flustered by the staring eyes, subconsciously took a step back and stood behind Lu Ming.

"Dong dong dong." Lu Ming reached out and tapped on the table, making a noise to attract the man's attention, and then said: "You know, it is very impolite to watch someone's wife not blinking in front of any man." things."

"Boom!" "Om..."

The saber was pulled out, and then it was quickly inserted on the wooden table, making a buzzing sound. The young man in the wheelchair finally came back to his senses, looking at the sword that was suddenly inserted on the table, he was dumbfounded again. in a daze.

That seems to be... Shenzong's sword.

Before he could take a closer look, Lu Ming stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword, laying it directly on his neck, "Look at my wife, and look at my ancestral sword."

"You better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise...my sword doesn't care whether you are disabled or not."

Linglong tugged at Lu Ming's arm, wanting to make this guy not be violent if he doesn't come. After all, he is a king, and if he wants to ask someone a question, he must first be courteous and then fight.

This sword is on someone's neck, what if someone tells a lie?

In the corridor outside the door, Wei Shengyan walked in a few steps behind the two of them, just in time to see this scene that didn't meet his expectations at all, and silently took a step back.

It is not unreasonable for Marquis Pingjiang to be defeated by the emperor.

This king is a psychopath.

Wei Shengyan was a little skeptical, even if he didn't send Wu Yuan to deliver a letter to the imperial edict, the king would probably be able to hack Pingjianghou to death with a sword without reason.

I kindly recommended these two people to come to the master of Nianguang Pavilion to find the answers to everything. This gentleman is good. He gave someone a sword across his neck before they even asked a question.

This is not a begging attitude, it is clearly like robbery, without reason.

It is also due to the fact that these two are the emperor and the god master. If they stand here in different identities, they will definitely not be able to get out.

The young man on the wheelchair was also startled by Lu Ming's quick, accurate and ruthless operation. In just a few seconds, he stayed there three times, and his mind couldn't calm down for a while.

However, when the blade of the sword at the neck moved slightly sideways and felt the bone-piercing chill, he finally frowned slightly and said, "My surname is Li, please call me Li Meng."

"Look at her, and... your sword, no offense intended."

"It's just a misunderstanding. Look at you. When I came in, you pretended to be nothing. You even set up an illusion in front of the door to make it mysterious~" The blade moved away, and Lu Ming put the sword back into its sheath, and then sat opposite Li Meng. On the soft cushion, the eyeballs rolled slightly,
"Li's surname, is it the ancient Li?"

Li Meng remained silent for a while, looking away from the sword in Lu Ming's hand, and said softly, "Yes, the Li clan, who is called the three ancient god clans together with the Yin clan and Ming clan."

Pushing the yellowed and old picture scroll in front of Li Meng, Lu Ming looked at him and asked, "As far as I know, the blood of the Li family disappeared hundreds of years ago."

"Why is there still a Li family in Pingting, and this painting is said to have been handed down from Nianguang Pavilion."

According to the records of the royal family, in ancient times, there were three major god clans governing Suchuan. Ming was chosen by the gods to bestow the heavenly throne. The Yin clan was in charge of the ruling. Ability introduction.

After all, the changes 500 years ago made the Ming family weak, the Yin family left Suchuan and went to the sea, and the Li family did not even pass on their blood according to records.

However, after entering the Nianguang Pavilion and knowing the surname of the young man in front of him, Lu Ming can roughly guess their abilities. They should be good at using illusions to confuse people's hearts and senses.

Limeng glanced at the sword on the table inadvertently again, raised her right hand slightly, a white light flashed, and the surrounding scenery began to change. It turned into an open space, next to a tall tree that couldn't see the top, and the positions of the few people happened to be under the big tree.

Linglong frowned slightly, and pulled the cushion two points closer to Lu Ming's position.

Without changing his face, Lu Ming pushed the yellowed scroll on the table in front of him.

Li Meng didn't go to pick up the scroll that didn't have any portraits anymore, but slightly raised her head to look at the tall branches of trees above her head, "If you want to know all this, you have to start with Shenzong 500 years ago."

"Do you know the story of the royal family and the gods 500 years ago?"

"I know a little bit, but it would be better if you are willing to explain in more detail." Lu Ming also looked up at the big tree, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, the big tree actually had a sense of familiarity with him.

But no...it's the same thing as a girl again~
When I met Linglong, I felt very familiar, and I could hear each other's heartbeats.

This tree is coming again... the tree can't become a spirit, can it?
Lu Ming suppressed his thoughts, looked at Limeng, and said, "Tell me everything from beginning to end, Shenzong and Shenzhu 500 years ago, and why the portrait on this painting is Linglong."

Lu Ming had a feeling in his heart that the story this time might be a little outrageous.

But fortunately, with Linglong by her side, she won't be able to face it alone.

"500 years ago, the Ming family was not a royal family, nor were the divine masters those illusory existences in the sky. At that time, Suchuan was controlled by three powerful and ancient bloodlines."

Li Meng looked at the two of them calmly, his eyes were calm, and his voice was slow and orderly, as if he was just reading a book in front of him.

"They are Yuanshi, Lishi, and Yinshi."

"The Ming family of the royal family spread Shinto beliefs through the Tianqi Gate, and captured monsters from the abyss to create a 'divine master' who obeyed their orders through secret techniques.

The Yin family is proficient in the art of mind, and is in charge of punishment and judgment. Any existence in Suchuan who disrespects the three major bloodlines will be thrown into the abyss and eaten by monsters as punishment.

The Li family created illusions and established Bishengzhu links in various places in Suchuan to perform miracles for the gods, making the princes and commoners of Suchuan more convinced of the three bloodlines. "

"Originally, everything was covered up very well. The rule of the three bloodlines of the gods will last for thousands of years, ten thousand years, until a certain day."

"After Shenzong entered Chaodu, he didn't know where he found out the truth of the matter, so he raised troops from Chaodu to kill the bloodlines of the three major god clans. As a result...you have also seen that the Yuan clan wiped out the clan, and the Yin clan withdrew overseas."

"As for my Li family, because of the particularity of my clan, Shenzong assigned me a mission to atone for my sins, to find the person he was looking for for life, that is, the person on the portrait."

Li Meng picked up the scroll, looked at the blank space without portraits, and sighed softly: "The ancient promise said that as long as we find that woman, the Li family can regain their freedom and return to Suchuan to live a normal life like an ordinary person." go down."

"I just didn't expect that this search would take 500 years..."

The yellowed picture scroll slowly dissipated in his hands, flying away with the wind like quicksand.

Lu Ming tapped his forehead, looked up at the tree again, "Who is this tree?"

"This tree was planted by Shenzong himself. He doesn't trust me, Mrs. Li. Before he finds the person in the portrait, Mrs. Li will be suppressed by this towering giant tree forever. As long as he leaves this tree for too long, We will die quickly, which is why Su Chuan recorded that Li's bloodline did not continue."

"The first few generations of ancestors tried it, and their lives were exhausted and they died outside."

Lu Ming nodded lightly. This is similar to what he thought. If you want people to do things, there must be a way to control them. Then he continued to ask: "Then why did Shenzong have Linglong's portrait? It's because Linglong and what he was looking for Do they look alike? Or what?"

Li Meng was silent, looked at Linglong quietly, and shook her head slightly after a while, "It's not like, it's because the person Shenzong is looking for is Linglong."

"Why so sure?"

"What's the name of Shenzong?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one from Lu Ming and one from Linglong. They looked at each other, then looked at Limeng and said in unison: "Answer her/his first!"

The conversation between the king and the priest did not move Limeng. He stretched out his hands and held the two side levers of the wheelchair. With a little force, a drop of sweat visible to the naked eye appeared on his forehead, and he stood up after a while.

Then he sat down again, but a blush appeared on his face, and he said, "Because I can stand up."

"The curse goes away, so whoever comes is the right person."

"Is there any other way to prove it?" Lu Ming asked.

"Yes." Li Meng stopped and stretched out his right hand. After a flash of white light, two crystal clear fragments appeared in his palm, and then he put them down on the table.

"This is?"

"Tears of Goddess of Luck~" Linglong picked up one of the pieces and rubbed them carefully in her hand, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, feeling the widened eyes of Lu Ming next to her, shrugged her shoulders, and said: "Some psychopath said Call it this name."

"...Who is a certain psychopath?"

"You! It should... be you!"

"Why don't I remember that I gave this thing?" Lu Ming picked up the remaining piece and looked it over carefully in front of his eyes. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He had no impression of this thing~
Linglong remained silent for a while, and reached out to take the fragment into her hand after a while, pieced it together into a complete crystal in the shape of a teardrop, looked at Limeng and asked, "...why doesn't he remember?"

"It's obviously him..."

Linglong murmured softly, with a hint of crying in her voice, she looked sideways at Lu Ming, her eyes gradually turned red.

Seeing Lu Ming panicked, he no longer had the time to observe the tree, and Li Meng, holding Linglong in his arms, reaching out to wipe away her tears, his heart twitched unconsciously.

It was the same sadness as each other's heartbeats.

Linglong arched in his arms, wiped away the tears on her face, then looked up at Limeng again and said, "Tell me the reason."

"I'm not him, how could I know the reason? If I really knew, how could the Li family have been trapped here for 500 years?" Li Meng shook her head slightly, sighed, bent down and stretched out her hands to flex her legs blood.

He hasn't moved around for a long time, and he needs to get used to it slowly before he can really go out and breathe the air outside.

"You do not know?"

"I do not know."

Linglong frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Lu Ming touched his head, hesitated for a while, and took the saber in his hand, "That... can I understand that you are saying that I am Shenzong?"

"This sword belonged to me 500 years ago, and Linglong's portrait was also drawn by me 500 years ago?"

Linglong looked at him, waxing her lips.

Li Meng shook her head: "No."

Linglong raised her head, her eyes were puzzled.

Lu Ming's eyes widened and he blinked again and again. He was already silently building his mind, ready to accept that he was the reincarnation of a strong man. Why did this guy come here again?

Then what is the situation between him and his sister? This is completely unexplainable.

Thousands of doubts arose in Lu Ming's heart. Lu Ming squeezed his palms slightly. After a while, he was ready to start the most primitive routine. He raised his thumb slightly and the blade was not out of the sheath. A white light appeared in front of him, and then he fainted. .

Li Meng put down her right hand, looked at Linglong and shook her head, and said, "I didn't mean to harm you, it's for your own good."

"Do you think I will believe it?" Linglong grabbed Lu Ming's hand, and vines slowly rose around it. The branch of the towering giant tree next to it shook slightly, and the vines disappeared immediately.

"The hatred of my ancestors has nothing to do with me. I just want to be free."

Li Meng smiled, pointed to the tree root and said: "Besides, you think this thing is there, what can I use to kill him?"

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(End of this chapter)