Both ends of the wooden bridge are bustling streets, with a wide variety of shops connected one after another. There is an endless flow of people coming in and out, and the prosperity can be seen in every detail.
It's just that there is a store at the end of the right side of the wooden bridge that no one enters or goes out. Logically speaking, the location here is not remote, and there is a lot of traffic on the street. This should not be possible, but
However, passers-by turned a blind eye to it and didn't even bother to take a look at it, as if they couldn't see the store.
"Nianguang Pavilion~"
Several people stood in front of the shop, Linglong raised her eyes and looked at the plaque above, muttering softly.
The door of the shop is open, and it is empty inside. There are only some long radiating paintings hanging, which makes it look a bit ancient and quiet. It seems to be selling antiques, calligraphy and paintings and other works of art.
After Lu Ming glanced around the room, he looked toward the back.
Wei Shengyan said nothing, smiled mysteriously, stood behind the two of them and made a gesture of invitation.
"Dong dong!" Looking back, Lu Ming knocked on the door gently.
After a while, no one responded, so he just took Linglong's hand and walked inside. Since he wanted to know the answer, he would always take some risks.
Nianguang Pavilion is the clue given by Weisheng Inkstone.
There is a gap between the two rows of horizontally hung landscape paintings, which happens to be a corridor for people to walk through. Only at the end is there a closed door.
Lu Ming knocked on the door again, and a gentle male voice came from inside: "Please come in."
The voice sounded like that of a young man. It was neither thick nor floating, but rather ethereal.
Pushing the door and entering, the facilities in the house are simple, a clean and simple simple wooden table, with a few soft cushions on the four sides of the wooden table, a pot of woody fragrance curling up on the table, and someone sitting next to him in a wheelchair looking out the window at his back.
Young man facing several people.
"Are you the master of Nianguang Pavilion?" Linglong asked first.
"It's your fate to be able to transcend the illusion and come here. If you have any questions, I will try my best to answer them." The young man in the wheelchair said softly, still looking at the world outside the window.
The voice is young, elegant and ethereal.
It's like existing in a dream.
Linglong took out the scroll from her arms, placed 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 done by Shenzong himself five hundred years ago."
"Shen Zong..."
After hearing these words, the young man finally turned around and broke away from the ethereal and secluded state. He looked at Linglong with a pair of starry eyes, looking at the girl's face. The muscles on her face tightened slightly uncontrollably.
He looked at Linglong intently, his whole body motionless, his eyelids unblinking, as if a body-holding spell had been cast on her.
Linglong was panicked by the direct gaze, and subconsciously took a step back and stood behind Lu Ming.
"Dong dong dong." Lu Ming reached out and tapped the table, making a noise to attract the man's attention, and then said: "You know, in front of any man, it is very impolite to look at his wife without blinking.
things."
"Ugh!" "Buzz..."
The sword was pulled out, and then quickly inserted on the wooden table, making a buzzing sound. The young man sitting on the wheelchair finally came to his senses, and was stunned again when he saw the sword suddenly inserted on the table.
Dumbfounded.
That seems to be... Shenzong's sword.
Before he could take a closer look, Lu Ming reached out and pulled out the sword, placing it directly across his neck, "Look at both my wife and my ancestral sword."
"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise... my sword doesn't care whether you are disabled or not."
Linglong pulled Lu Ming's arm, wanting to tell this guy not to be violent if he didn't come. After all, he was a king. If he wanted to ask someone a question, he had to be polite first and then attack.
This sword is placed on someone's neck. What if they tell lies?
In the corridor outside the door, Wei Shengyan was a few steps behind the two of them. When he walked in, he saw a scene that was completely inconsistent with his expectations and silently took a step back.
It is not unreasonable for Pingjiang Hou to be defeated by the king.
This gentleman is a psychopath.
Wei Shengyan had some doubts. Even if he didn't send Wu Yuan to deliver the message to Zhaodu, the Lord would probably be able to kill Pingjiang Marquis with one sword without any reason.
I kindly recommended these two people to come to the master of Nianguang Pavilion to find the answer to everything. This gentleman is so kind. He just met him and put a sword on his neck without asking any questions.
This is not the attitude of asking for help, it is clearly like robbery, and there is no reason.
Fortunately, these two are the king and the god. If they were standing here with different identities, they would never be able to get out.
The young man in the wheelchair was also shocked by Lu Ming's quick and accurate operation. In just a few seconds, he was stunned three times, and his brain was a little unable to calm down for a while.
However, when the sword blade moved slightly sideways at his neck and there was a biting feeling of coldness, he finally frowned slightly and said, "My surname is Li, please call me Li Meng."
"Look at her, and...your sword, no offense intended."
"Let's just say it's a misunderstanding. Look at you, why are you pretending to be okay when I come in? You even set up an illusion in front of the door to make things mysterious~" The sword blade moved away, Lu Ming sheathed the sword, and then sat down to face Li Meng.
On the soft cushion, his eyes rolled slightly,
"The surname Li is the Li from ancient times?"
Li Meng was silent for a moment, looked away from the sword in Lu Ming's hand, and said softly: "Yes, it is the Li clan who together with the Yin clan and the Ming clan are known as the three major divine clans in ancient times."
Pushing the yellowed and old scroll in front of Li Meng, Lu Ming looked at him and asked, "As far as I know, the Li family's bloodline disappeared hundreds of years ago."
"Why is there still a Li family in Pingting? It is said that this painting was also spread from Nianguang Pavilion."
According to the royal family's classics, there were three major divine clans that governed Suchuan in ancient times. Ming was chosen by the divine master to be given the throne of destiny. The Yin clan was in charge of the ruling and could see through people's hearts. No one could escape the judgment. However, the Li clan... was only recorded by their surname.
Introduction to abilities.
After all, the changes five hundred years ago weakened the Ming family, the Yin family left Suchuan to go to the sea, and according to records, the Li family did not even pass on their bloodline.
However, after just entering Nianguang Pavilion and knowing the surname of the young man in front of him, Lu Ming could roughly guess their abilities. They should be good at using illusions to confuse people's hearts and senses.
Li Meng inadvertently glanced at the sword on the table again, raised his right hand slightly, a white light flashed, and the surrounding scenery began to change. The table was still the same table, and the woody fragrance on it was still burning, but the surroundings had already
It turned into an open space, next to a tall tree that reached no top, and the positions of several people were just under the big tree.
Linglong frowned slightly and pulled the cushion closer to Lu Ming's position.
Lu Ming's expression didn't change as he pushed the yellowed scroll on the table in front of him.
Li Meng did not pick up the scroll that no longer had any portraits, but slightly raised his head and looked at the tall branches above his head, "If you want to know all this, you have to start with Shenzong five hundred years ago."
"Do you know the story of the royal family and the divine master five hundred years ago?"
"I know a little bit, but it would be better if you were willing to explain it in more detail." Lu Ming also raised his head and looked at the big tree, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart. This big tree actually looked familiar to him.
No way...it's the same thing with girls again~
When I met Linglong, I felt very familiar and could hear each other's heartbeats.
Here comes this tree again... The tree can't become a spirit, can it?
Lu Ming suppressed his thoughts, looked at Li Meng, and said: "Tell me everything from beginning to end, the Shenzong and the Lord five hundred years ago, and why the portrait on this painting is Linglong."
Lu Ming felt that this story might be a little outrageous.
But fortunately, with Linglong by your side, you won't have to face it alone.
"Five hundred years ago, the Ming clan was not a royal family, and the Divine Lord was not an illusory existence in the sky. At that time, Suchuan was controlled by three powerful 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 placed in front of him.
"They are the Yuan family, the Li family, and the Yin family."
"The Ming clan of the royal family spreads Shinto beliefs through the Tianqi Sect, grabs monsters from the abyss and uses secret techniques to create a 'divine master' who is obedient to their orders.
The Yin clan is proficient in the art of mind and is in charge of punishment and judgment. Anyone who disrespects the three major bloodlines in Suchuan will be thrown into the abyss and eaten by monsters as punishment.
The Li family created illusions and established connections between pillars of life in various places in Suchuan, performing miracles for the god and making the princes and common people of Suchuan more convinced of the three major bloodlines."
"Originally, everything was well concealed. The rule of the bloodlines of the three major gods will last for thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, until one day."
"After Shenzong entered Zhaodu, he discovered the truth of the matter somewhere, so he started to mobilize troops to kill the three major divine bloodlines from Zhaodu. As a result... you have also seen that the Yuan clan was exterminated and the Yin clan withdrew from overseas."
"As for me, the Li family, because of the special nature of my clan, I was assigned a task by Shenzong to atone for my sins and find the person he has been looking for all his life, that is, the person in the portrait."
Li Meng picked up the scroll, looked at the blank space without the portrait, and sighed softly: "The ancient promise said that as long as we find the woman, Li can regain his freedom and return to Suchuan to live a normal life like an ordinary person.
Go down."
"I just didn't expect that the search would take five hundred years..."
The yellowed scroll slowly dissipated in his hands, flying like quicksand in the wind.
Lu Ming tapped his forehead and looked up at the tree again, "What is this tree?"
"This tree was planted by Shenzong himself. He does not trust me, Mr. Li. Before he finds the person in the portrait, Mr. Li will always be suppressed by this towering tree. As long as he leaves this tree for too long,
We will die quickly, which is why Suchuan records that the Li family's bloodline was not continued."
"The first few generations of ancestors tried it, but their lives were exhausted and they died outside."
Lu Ming nodded lightly. This was similar to what he thought. If you want people to do things, you must have a control method. Then he continued to ask: "Then why does Shenzong have Linglong's portrait? It's because Linglong was looking for him.
Are they similar? Or what?"
Li Meng was silent, looking at Linglong quietly. After a moment, he shook his head slightly, "It's not like that, it's because the person Shenzong is looking for is Linglong."
"Why are you so sure?"
"What's Shenzong's name?"
Two voices sounded at the same time, one from Lu Ming and the other from Linglong. The two looked at each other, then looked at Li Meng and said in unison: "Answer her/his first!"
Li Meng was not moved by the conversation that the Lord and the Divine Master wanted to have. He stretched out his hands and held them on both sides of the wheelchair. He exerted slight force, and a drop of sweat appeared on his forehead that was visible to the naked eye. After a while, he stood up.
Then he sat down again, with a blush on his face, and said: "Because I can stand up."
"The curse is gone, so the person who came is the right person."
"Is there any other way to prove it?" Lu Ming asked.
"Yes." Li Meng stopped moving and stretched out his right hand. After a ray of white light, two crystal clear fragments appeared in the palm of his hand, and then they were put down on the table.
"This is?"
"Tears of the Goddess of Luck~" Linglong picked up one of the pieces and rubbed it carefully in her hands, with a smile on her lips. Feeling Lu Ming's widened eyes next to her, she shrugged and said, "Some crazy person said that
Call this name."
"...Who is this psycho?"
"You! Ying... it's you!"
"Why don't I remember that I gave this thing as a gift?" Lu Ming picked up the remaining fragment and looked at it carefully. A trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He had no impression of this thing~
Linglong was silent for a moment, then stretched out her hand to take the fragment in her hand, and pieced it together into a complete teardrop-shaped crystal. She looked at Li Meng and asked, "...Why doesn't he remember?"
"It's obviously him..."
Linglong murmured softly, with a hint of crying in her voice, and looked sideways at Lu Ming, her eyes gradually turning red.
Lu Ming was so panicked that he no longer had the intention to observe the tree or Li Meng. He held Linglong in his arms and reached out to brush away her tears, his heart twitching unconsciously.
It's the same sadness as each other's heartbeats.
Linglong hugged him, wiped away the tears on her face, then looked up at Li Meng 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 five hundred years?" Li Meng shook his head slightly, sighed, leaned down and stretched out his hands to stretch his legs.
of blood.
He hadn't moved around for a long time, and he needed to get used to it slowly before he could really go out and breathe the outside air.
"you do not know?"
"I have no idea."
Linglong frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
Lu Ming touched his head, hesitated for a moment, and took the sword in his hand, "Um...can I understand that you are saying that I am Shenzong?"
"This sword belonged to me five hundred years ago, and the portrait of Linglong was also painted by me five hundred years ago?"
Linglong looked at him, her lips waxy.
Li Meng shook his head: "No."
Linglong raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion.
Lu Ming's eyes widened and he blinked again and again. He was already silently building up his mind and getting 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 the girl? This is completely unexplainable.
Thousands of doubts arose in his heart. Lu Ming pinched his palm slightly, and after thinking for a while, he was ready to start the most primitive routine. He raised his thumb slightly and before the sword was unsheathed, a white light appeared in front of him, and then he fainted.
.
Li Meng put down his right hand, looked at Linglong and shook his head, saying: "I have no intention of harming you, this is for your own good."
"Do you think I will believe it?" Linglong grabbed one of Lu Ming's hands, and vines slowly rose around her. The branches of the towering tree next to her shook slightly, and the vines disappeared.
"The hatred of my ancestors has nothing to do with me. I just want freedom."
Li Meng smiled, pointed at the root of the tree and said, "Besides, do you think this thing is here, so what can I do to kill it?"