People are in Xianwu, there are small games

Chapter 52: Carrying an umbrella on his back, carrying a sword on his waist, dressed in bloody clothes, and a promise of a thousand gold coins!
"Miss Ling."

After pondering for a long time, Lu Ming sighed softly and spoke.

The Ling Piaomiao in front of me is no longer as playful and lively as the ancient spirits in the mountain temple on that rainy night, but it has a bit more fairy spirit.

It can also be said to be ghostly.

She was holding an umbrella and smiling like a flower, but Lu Ming felt a little bit frightened...

In this world, there are martial arts and immortals, so it seems natural that there are demons and ghosts.

Various thoughts swirled in his mind, and soon, Lu Ming took a deep breath, stood up, and bowed to Ling Mimiao.

"Thank you for your help, girl."

The oil-paper umbrella suddenly fell into Lu Ming's hands.

Ling Piaomiao said softly.

"The kindness of an umbrella should be repaid in this way. Master, I don't want to thank you. Miao Miao just did what I could do."

After speaking, a man and a woman, a person and a ghost all fell into silence.

Lu Ming remained silent, just watching his eyes, nose and heart without saying a word.

Ling Piaomiao just looked at Lu Ming. When she saw Lu Ming's eyes were calm, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile after a moment.

"Young master, you took advantage of Miao Miao this time."

Lu Ming sighed in his heart and said seriously: "Yes."

The grace of an umbrella is completely different from the grace of saving a life.

Today, what Ling Pianmiao did for Lu Ming was not only saving Lu Ming's life - if calculated, it might have been two lives, or even more.

After thinking up to this point, Lu Ming finally sighed.

He cupped his hands towards Ling Miu: "Miss Miumiao has something to say, and I have taken a rough look at your experience, and I know that Miss Miumiao has resentment in her heart."

"If Miss Piaomiao is still unwilling to do anything, I will risk my own life and do it. Even if I kill the unscrupulous and mediocre emperor, it will be nothing more than a common man's anger to me."

After finishing speaking, Lu Ming thought again.

"Of course, if you want me to kill the emperor, I will still need some time...a lot of time."

Lu Ming's words made Ling Pianmiao feel slightly dazed.

The rain fell from the sky and landed on Ling Miu's body, but it couldn't wet her clothes, nor could it mess up her hair.

After all, she is dead.

dead already...

Vaguely thinking of everything that happened in the mountain temple that night, Ling Piaomiao suddenly smiled softly.

"Sir, you once said that as long as a person is alive, there is hope."

Lu Ming nodded: "Yes. That's what I said."

"What if the person dies?"

Lu Ming was speechless.

Listen to the gentle voice continue in succession.

"If I were alive, I would kill my father, my mother, and my family. This would be my obsession all my life, and I would risk my life to avenge it."

"No matter how hard it is, I will still hold on to that glimmer of hope."

"But I'm already dead..."

"If you die, there is no hope."

Lu Ming didn't know what to say, so he saw Ling Piaomiao respectfully wishing Lu Ming a blessing.

"Sir?"

"Ah."

"As long as a person is alive, there is hope."

"People are dead, but they still have obsessions."

"Sir?"

"Um……"

"I'm homesick."

Lu Ming suddenly raised his head and saw the ghostly atmosphere in front of him, but Ling Piaomiao's face was already filled with tears.

"I miss home...I miss my home in Kyoto, the Kingdom of Zhou."

"There, I was born and raised, and gave me the happiest time."

After saying that, Ling Piaomiao chuckled, and the haze disappeared.

"If I go back to my hometown with my crippled body and take a look at the scenery of that year, that would be the best..."

The voice fell.

Lu Ming's frown slowly relaxed.

He looked at the female ghost floating in the rainy night, and soon he laughed loudly.

"If that's the case, someone from me, Lu, will definitely help me."

As soon as Lu Ming finished speaking, he saw strands of ghostly aura splashing from Ling Piaomiao's fingertips and quickly blending into the umbrella.

"Hold this umbrella, and what you see is what I see."

This end is the method of the fairy family.

Lu Ming looked at the umbrella that had not changed at all, and then said.

"Can the girl show up with this umbrella?"

"No."

"Then can the girl use this umbrella to communicate?"

"Neither can."

Lu Ming felt a little regretful.

I thought I had caught a female ghost who was with me, but I didn't expect that it was just a female ghost inserting a hole in my side, so it was of no use.

The slight regret quickly faded away, Lu Ming held the umbrella and raised his hands three times before speaking loudly.

"In this way, you will live up to the girl's trust!"

A silver bell-like smile suddenly sounded.

Looking at the stern face of Lu Ming in front of him, Ling Piaomiao's temperament changed, and she returned to the weird spirit in the mountain temple that night.

"Sir?"

"Ok?"

"If I want you to kill Emperor Zhou Chang, what should you do?"

Lu Ming was suddenly dumbfounded.

After thinking for a while, Lu Ming simply said: "Put it off. If I delay until my end is approaching, then a common man will dare to draw his sword against the real dragon in anger."

Ling Piaomiao was also speechless.

After a long time, she said quietly: "Young Master is really... not a good man."

"This girl is wrong." Lu Ming corrected his expression.

"Although I am not a good person, I am also a man of integrity and promise."

"I am a person who spits out a nail, and what I promise is to keep my promise."

After saying that, Lu Ming also smiled.

"I just said that if the girl wants me to kill the emperor, I need time."

"And this time is probably within the tens of hundreds of years."

After saying that, everyone laughed.

Lu Mingsi cupped his hands and said, "I'll take my leave. Girl, please wait for my good news."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Ling Piaomiao looked at the man in blood-clothed clothes and holding an umbrella, until Lu Ming was about to reach the end of his sight, Ling Piaomiao suddenly spoke again.

"Sir, now that 30 years have passed, Kyoto will probably change drastically. If you go there in the near future, please be careful."

"That Zhou Zhichang had great plans."

"I know below."

"Piao Miao wishes you a prosperous martial arts!"

"Thank you for your good wishes from Miss Piaomiao."

In the distance, the light of blood suddenly burst out.

But it was Lu Ming who was as fast as a roc with his arms outstretched.

Its figure is as light as lightning, as fast as thunder, and it is far beyond human power to simply run fast!
Until we left Feng Sha Gang, the evil spirit dissipated and the sun shone brightly above our heads.

The sky in the forest has cleared up at some point.

"Bang" sound.

The paper umbrella was folded and was thrown back by Lu Ming.

Lu Ming then turned his head to look at Fengshagang behind him, a smile slowly rose in his eyes.

"Thank you, Miss Piaomiao."

He surrendered at last.

This thank you, sincerely.

Then he turned around and walked quickly towards the Blood Fiend Camp.

Just looking back, the gentle smile in his eyes has been covered by the dark magic light.

"I, Lu Ming, do what I say."

"Miss Piaomiao can just wait for matters in Kyoto."

"And before that..."

"I still have a promise, which needs to be completed as soon as possible."

……

That night, the mountain temple.

Sky, light rain.

In the temple, a young man.

Ling Piaomiao unconsciously opened her mouth: "You want to..."

Lu Ming's eyes were deep and he said quietly: "Little by little, I will get back what I lost."

"From now on!"

……

To promise others, promise yourself first!

Only then can a promise be as heavy as a mountain!

Here in the forest.

The sixth grade of youth, walk quickly.

Carrying an umbrella on his back, carrying a sword on his waist, dressed in blood clothes, and promising a thousand gold coins.

　Third watch for follow-up!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)