Luo Chuan was too young at that time and took promises very seriously. He thought that the red paper on the marriage certificate with black letters was an indestructible lock, closely linking the fate of the two people.

Whether poor or rich, sick or healthy, they are all stable and cannot be shaken.

However, in fact, nothing in the Spiritual Realm is eternal.

Order, rules, promises and agreements will change and shift with the will of the strong, and there is no certainty.

Order is what someone maintains.

A law that someone obeys is a law.

The marriage contract that is recognized by some is the marriage contract.

In the eyes of Zhen Shaofu and the prince of Lantai, a civilian like Luo Chuan, who was born poor and has no blood, is like the weeds on the side of the road and the ants at the feet.

No one cares what he thinks.

All they need is a word, this marriage contract, which carries the young man's first love, is a piece of waste paper that does not exist.

Luo Chuan didn't think about it, threw the marriage book in his pocket in their faces, and scolded angrily: "Don't bully young people to be poor!" ”

But what's the use?

No matter how much he tried to vent his emotions, he couldn't change the brutal fact that his fiancée had become someone else's bride, and he hadn't even seen her face.

If he really angered Zhen Shaofu and Yutaiyan, I am afraid that they would immediately kill him and bury his ashes in the dirt in the backyard.

The world will only remember that the prince of Tantai and the young lady of the Zhen family are a pair of fairy couples.

And except for his mother, who is far away in Yuwei Village, no one cares whether a poor boy named Luo Chuan is dead or alive.

Luo Chuan sat stiffly in his chair for a long time.

Marquis Zhen and Gongzi were discussing the details of the wedding - which guests should be invited, what kind of wine should be prepared, and how to arrange the honor guard......

Their voices seemed close at hand, yet they seemed out of reach. Luo Chuan could clearly distinguish every word they said, but once these words were connected, it was as if they had become profound and difficult scriptures, making him feel that his mind was in a state of confusion.

At this time, a familiar voice came from outside the Hou Mansion.

It was like a sharp blade, tearing through the oppressive air in the mansion and piercing straight into Luo Chuan's troubled mind.

This is a moment that Luo Chuan will never forget.

He couldn't remember what he was thinking at the time, but he remembered that he followed everyone to the gate of the Hou Mansion, crowded behind a group of servants and maids who were making a lot of fun, and stood on tiptoe to look out.

"The ten-year period has arrived, welcome the young master of Ziwei Pavilion back to the sect!"

The white-haired bandit leader has transformed into a majestic silver-armored guard.

He rode on a snow-white and flawless high-headed horse, his eyes were like lightning, sharp and compelling; Holding the reins in one hand and the sword in the other, the stars shimmered around him, as if a god had descended.

Behind him, a group of thieves were also wearing silver armor, and their momentum was like a rainbow, like a silver dragon crossing the river, unstoppable.

The fierce murderous aura emanating from their bodies made everyone shudder—this was clearly the iron-blooded aura that only the elite troops of the Zhao Kingdom had.

But the most striking thing was the chariot that was surrounded by them in the middle.

It was not an ordinary horse pulling the cart, but four majestic white unicorns.

Dragon's head, deer's body, oxtail, horse's hooves.

The scales are sparkling and hard as iron.

The chariot they were pulling, with the dark black of the night as the base, was inlaid with gems as bright as stars, and the silver-white intricate patterns delicately connected them, outlining the trajectory pattern of Zhou Tian's stardom, as if the entire universe was condensed in this square inch.

Around the chariot, there are wisps of starlight, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, like a dream.

Everyone froze.

They had never heard of the organization "Ziwei Pavilion", and they didn't know who this so-called "Young Master" was.

But their intuition told them that the origin of this "Ziwei Pavilion", which sounded very magnificent, was definitely extraordinary, and it was likely to be the mysterious hidden force hidden behind the scenes in the legend.

After all, even the powerful Emperor Zhao didn't have the ability to drive four pure white unicorns to pull the cart for him.

In front of everyone's eyes, the white-haired young man jumped off the horse's back and walked straight towards the crowd.

Under his emperor-like oppression, everyone retreated, like straw in an autumn field, and fell to both sides under the raging wind, making way for him.

Luo Chuan couldn't help but take a few steps back.

But at this moment, the white-haired youth's cold gaze was once again projected on him.

Once again, he was firmly fixed in place by an invisible force, unable to move his steps, let alone bow his head to avoid it. His waist was also forced to stand straight, as if he had been transformed into a statue with his head held high and his toes high.

From birth to the present, Luo Chuan has never experienced such a feeling.

He stood on the top of the stone steps in front of the Hou Mansion.

The crowd watched him on both sides of the stairs, their eyes mingled with surprise, doubt, horror and awe. Each gaze was like a cluster of flames—when they came together, Luo Chuan felt like his whole being was on fire.

If he hadn't been frozen by the white-haired young man's spell, he would have been so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and hide.

The white-haired young man stopped in front of him, put away his long sword, clenched his hands into fists, and bowed slightly.

"Young master, the training period has ended, please return to the sect with your subordinates! Ziwei Pavilion urgently needs you to preside over the overall situation now! ”

With that, he made a "please" gesture.

Luo Chuan felt like a manipulated marionette, nodded casually, and then raised his chin, put his hands behind his back, and calmly walked down the steps towards the starry chariot.

The doors of the carriage have opened slowly.

When he was about to board the train, Luo Chuan felt a moment of hesitation in his heart.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the shoes on his feet—the shoes were already old, the signs of wear were clearly visible, and they were stained with the dust and dirt of Chaoyang City.

He was afraid that the shoes would defile the magnificent chariot in front of him.

As if sensing his hesitation and uneasiness, the white-haired young man slightly mobilized his true element, and a strong air flow instantly condensed and formed, pushing him into the carriage.

Then, with a crisp "bang", the door closed tightly.

The white-haired young man did not stay here for a moment.

As soon as he gave the order, the thieves escorted the Qilin chariot, turned into a brilliant silver rainbow, and quickly disappeared at the end of the street, leaving only a dusty cloud of dust.

Everyone in the Hou Mansion stood in place, looking at each other.

After a long silence, Taiyan finally set his eyes on his father-in-law Zhen Shaofu beside him, and said softly: "Father-in-law, why don't we go back to the house?" ”

Zhen Shaofu took a deep breath, nodded, and took the lead towards the door.

As he walked, he suddenly turned around and said coldly: "You don't want to wear clothes of this color in the future, you don't look like a serious person." ”

Hearing this, Taiyan looked puzzled.

He has been wearing this green robe every day recently, and his father-in-law has never expressed any objections, and sometimes even praises him for his unique vision and taste.

Why did you suddenly dislike it today?

…………

At the same time, Luo Chuan sat stiffly in the car, running wildly with the thieves all the way in Chaoyang City.

At this moment, the sun has quietly set, and only a few rays of sunset are left in the sky, and the lights in the city are lit up one after another, forming a brilliant sea of light. The scenery outside the car window is passing by quickly, like a flowing picture, which is dizzying.

Everything seems so unreal.

Luo Chuan felt like he was in a dream.

Perhaps, when he wakes up, he will turn back into the poor boy who has nothing, and with the invalid marriage letter and recommendation letter in his hand, he will flee back to Yuwei Village in disgrace, and spend the rest of his life in that dilapidated thatched hut with his mother's disappointed gaze.

I don't know how long it took, and the chariot left the bustling streets of Chaoyang City, drove out of the tall and majestic city gate, and came to a desolate grove outside the city.

At this time, the white-haired young man opened the car door rudely, and shouted to Luo Chuan in a hurried tone: "Hurry down!" ”

His attitude was completely different from the calm and majestic before, and he did not have the slightest respect and politeness in the face of the "young master".

Before Luo Chuan came to his senses, he was violently dragged off the car by a white-haired young man.

Immediately afterward, a tall bandit with a body as burly as an iron tower and a bearded face strode over, and with one hand he picked up Luo Chuan like a chicken and easily placed it on horseback. Then the bandit himself jumped nimbly on his horse and clung to the reins.

"You...... What are you doing here? Luo Chuan asked with a shudder, his upper and lower teeth colliding incessantly.

When he was a child, he often heard from his mother that there were many thieves in the Lingxiao Realm who abducted and sold children for a living—they would take weak children and sell them to rich families as slaves. Since then, the children have lost their personal freedom, have no food, and have to do dirty work every day.

There are even children who are deliberately maimed and thrown out on the streets to beg.

Although Luo Chuan was already fifteen years old and was no longer a child, he was still powerless to resist in the face of these people in front of him.

If these people really intended to make him a slave, he would have to obediently obey their orders.

"The car you are in was stolen from the Prime Minister's Mansion by us," the white-haired young man explained lightly, "The Prime Minister has cast a tracking spell on it, and I can only block it for a while." If we don't abandon the car and run away, we'll all be doomed. ”

As he spoke, he swung his horsewhip and drew an elegant arc in the air.

The white horse under his seat seemed to feel the eagerness of his master, and his muscles tensed, like a silver-white lightning bolt piercing the night, galloping towards the depths of the woods.

The bandits responsible for carrying Luochuan followed.

The sound of horses' hooves was rapid and powerful, as if it could shatter the air.

Under the strong inertia, Luo Chuan could only hug the burly thief's waist tightly, for fear that he would fall off the horse.

His heart was beating like thunder, and it seemed like it was about to burst through his chest at any moment.

He quietly glanced back—

The chariot he was riding in just now had gathered all its light and was quietly parked in place. Its appearance is no longer a deep black like a starry sky, but a deep mahogany color, and the wood grain is clearly visible, elegant and solemn.

The body is gilded with gold and silver, and is intricately carved with intricate patterns, and every detail exudes the ultimate in luxury.

However, although it still displays extraordinary grandeur, it is far less dazzling than it was when the stars were in the past.

It seems to have fallen from the clouds, no longer the unreachable immortal car, but has become a mundane mortal thing in the world.

The four white unicorns pulling the cart were gone.

In their place were four brown-black mules, covered in dirt, wagging their tails and grazing.

It turned out that all this was just an illusion woven by illusion.

The car was stolen.

The unicorn is transformed from a mule.

What kind of "Ziwei Pavilion", if nothing else, should have been made up by the white-haired young man blindly - after all, he gave himself a Taoist name called "Ziwei".

Luo Chuan suddenly felt that he was very much like those dull mules.

The bandits temporarily disguised him as a unicorn, but it didn't mean that he really became a unicorn, and once the spell failed, he would be beaten back to his original form.

…………

A quarter of an hour later, Luo Chuan arrived at the bandits' camp on Longji Mountain.

It was a beautiful place with a pleasant view, which was very different from the thief's den he imagined.

It is not so much a camp of bandits as a garden built on the top of a mountain.

The entrance is a quaint pavilion surrounded by lush flowers and plants, with a breeze and fragrance.

Passing through the pavilion, a long and winding corridor unfolds in front of you, and on both sides of the corridor, rockeries are scattered and have different shapes.

A waterfall cascades down from the top of the rockery, and the sound of the water is poured into the pool below, splashing layers of water, and the surrounding scenery is set against each other, which is unique.

These bandits don't seem to be paying attention to the dignity of the throne.

They tied their horses, took off their helmets and armor, and scattered freely throughout the garden—some crouching on the top of the rockery, some lazily leaning on the side of the corridor, and some hanging themselves from trees and dangling like golden monkeys.

The white-haired young man who calls himself "Ziwei" stands on the edge of the cliff, and the whole view of Chaoyang City is unobstructed.

From here, the whole city looks like a huge chessboard, with streets and buildings intertwined into complex lines and grids, and the crowd in the city is like countless tiny ants, each busily shuttling along a predetermined trajectory.

Luo Chuan stood a half-step behind him stiffly, rubbing his hands together, and asked cautiously, "Big ...... Why did you bother to arrange all this, my lord? ”

"What bothered to arrange?"

"You give me two pieces of silver, take me out of the Zhen Mansion, claim that I am the young master of the 'Ziwei Pavilion', and turn the mule into a white unicorn......

"But I'm just an ordinary boy from Fishtail Village, I don't have any strengths, and my bloodline potential is only third-order...... I really don't understand what I have to be treated like this by you......"

Luo Chuan's voice became smaller and smaller, revealing incomprehension and inferiority.

"Just ask if you're cool today?" The white-haired young man interrupted him with a smile. (End of chapter)