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

It's just that there is a store at the end of the right side of the wooden bridge, and no one has ever entered, and no one has gone out, so it stands to reason that the location here is not remote, and there is a lot of traffic on the street, so it should not be possible, but passers-by turn a blind eye to it, and they don't even have the mind to pass by and take a look, as if they can't see this store in their eyes.

"Nenkoka~"

Several people stood in front of the store, Linglong raised his eyes to look at the plaque on it, and whispered.

The door of the shop is open, and the inside is empty, except for some long-spoke paintings, which seem to be a bit ancient and quiet, and it seems that it sells antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

Lu Ming glanced inside the room and looked to the back.

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

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

After a while, no one responded, so he 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 Yan.

There is a gap between the two rows of landscape paintings, which happens to be a corridor for people to walk and shuttle, until the end of the room, 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 heavy but also not floating, but with a hint of ethereal inspiration.

Pushing the door in, the facilities in the room are simple, a clean and simple quaint wooden table, the wooden table is spread with a few soft cushions in all directions, a pot of wooden incense rises on the table, and a young man sitting in a wheelchair next to him looks out the window with his back to a few people.

"Are you the master of the Nianguang Pavilion?" Linglong was the first to ask.

"It's your fate to be able to come here through the illusion, if you have anything you want to ask, I will try my best to answer." The young man in the wheelchair still looked out the window at the world and said softly.

The voice is childish, elegant, ethereal.

It's like it's in a dream.

Linglong took out the scroll from her arms, put it on the wooden table, and asked directly, "I want to know why the person in the painting is me?" Wei Sheng Yan said that this was a contrivance of the Divine Sect five hundred years ago. ”

"Divine Sect ......"

When the young man heard this, he finally turned around, and broke away from the ethereal and isolated state, and looked at Linglong with a pair of starry eyes, looking at the girl's face, the muscles of which were slightly constricted uncontrollably.

He stared intently at Linglong, the whole person was motionless, his eyelids did not blink, as if he had been immobilized.

Linglong was panicked by this straight look, and subconsciously took a step back and stood behind Lu Ming.

"Knock knock." Lu Ming stretched out his hand and tapped on the table, making a noise to attract the man's attention, and then said: "You know, in front of any man, it is very rude to watch someone's wife not blink. ”

"Poof!" "Buzz ......"

The saber was drawn, and then quickly inserted on the wooden table, making a buzzing cicada, and the young man in the wheelchair finally came to his senses, and was stunned to see the sword suddenly thrust into the table.

That seems to be ...... The sword of the Divine Sect.

Before he could take a closer look, Lu Ming reached out and pulled out his sword, which was directly across his neck, "Look at both my wife and my ancestral sword." ”

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, or ...... I don't care if you're disabled or not. ”

Linglong pulled Lu Ming's arm, wanting this guy not to be rough if he didn't come, he was a gentleman, if he wanted to ask other people's questions, he had to salute first and then soldier.

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

In the corridor outside the door, Wei Shengyan was a few steps behind the two of them, and when he walked in, he just happened to see a scene that was completely inconsistent with his expectations, and silently took a step back.

Pingjiang Hou, it is not unreasonable to be defeated by the king.

This gentleman is a psychopath.

Wei Shengyan was a little suspicious, even if he didn't send Wu Yuan to Zhaodu to deliver a letter, this gentleman would probably be able to kill Pingjiang Marquis directly with a sword unreasonably.

Kindly recommended these two people to come to the master of Nianguang Pavilion to seek answers to everything, this gentleman is good, just met and didn't ask questions before he gave people a sword across his neck.

This is the attitude of begging people, this is clearly like a robbery, and there is no reason.

It's also thanks to these two that they are the king and the god, and they will definitely not be able to get out if they stand here in a different identity.

The young man in the wheelchair was also shocked by Lu Ming's fast, accurate and ruthless operation, and in just a few seconds, he stayed three times successively, and his mind couldn't slow down for a while.

However, when the blade at the neck moved slightly horizontally and there was a piercing feeling of Senhan, he finally frowned slightly and said, "My surname is Fence, and it's okay to call me Fence Meng." ”

"Look at her, there's ...... Your sword, no offense. ”

"It's easy to say if it's a misunderstanding, look at you, it's okay to pretend to be anything when I come in, and set up a fantasy in front of the door to make a mystery~" The blade moved away, Lu Ming put the sword into the sheath, and then sat on the cushion opposite the hedge, his eyes rolled slightly,

"The surname of the fence, is it the fence in ancient times?"

Fence Meng was slightly silent, withdrew his gaze from the sword in Lu Ming's hand, and said softly: "Yes, the Fence Clan of the three great ancient god clans is called the Yin Clan and the Ming Clan. ”

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

"Why is there still a fence in this place in Pingting, and this painting is said to have been passed down from Nianguang Pavilion."

According to the classics of the royal family, in ancient times, there were three major gods who governed Suchuan, and Ming was selected by the god to give the throne of Tianding, and the Yin clan was in charge of the ruling, which could see through people's hearts, and no one could escape the judgment; And the hedge ...... It is only the surname record, and there is no ability to introduce it.

After all, the changes five hundred years ago made the Ming clan weak, the Yin clan ran away from Suchuan to the sea, and the fence clan did not even inherit the bloodline according to the records.

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

Fence Meng inadvertently glanced at the sword placed 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, the wood incense on it was still burning, but the surrounding area had become a vacant land, next to it was a big tree that was not tall, and the position of several people was just below the big tree.

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

Lu Ming's face did not change, and pushed the yellowed scroll on the table in front of him.

Fence Meng didn't pick up the picture scroll that no longer had any portraits, but looked up slightly at the tall branches of the tree above his head, "If you want to know all this, you have to start with the Divine Sect five hundred years ago." ”

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

"I know some, but it would be nice if you would go into more detail." Lu Ming also looked up at the big tree, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart, this big tree actually had a sense of familiarity with him.

Won't it ...... 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.

The tree is coming again...... Trees can't grow into essence, can they?

Lu Ming suppressed his thoughts, looked at the fence dream, and said, "Tell me everything from beginning to end, the Divine Sect and the Divine Lord five hundred years ago, and why the portrait on this painting is exquisite." ”

Lu Ming felt in his heart, this time the story is estimated to be a little outrageous.

But fortunately, with Linglong by his side, he will not face it alone.

"Five hundred years ago, the Ming clan was not a royal family, and the god lord was not those ethereal existences in the sky, and at that time, Suchuan was controlled by three powerful ancient bloodlines."

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

"They are, Yuan's, Li's, and Yin's."

"The Ming clan of the royal clan spreads Shinto beliefs through the Heavenly Prayer Gate, grabs monsters from the abyss, and creates 'gods' who obey their orders through secret arts.

The Silver Clan is proficient in the art of mind, and is in charge of punishment and judgment, and any existence that has disrespect for the three bloodlines in Suchuan will be thrown into the abyss and eaten by monsters as punishment.

The Fence clan created illusions and established links to the pillars of the Buddha in various parts of Suchuan to perform miracles for the gods, so that the princes and commoners of Suchuan were more convinced of the three bloodlines. ”

"Originally, everything was well disguised, and the rule of the bloodlines of the three major gods would last for thousands of years, ten thousand years, until a certain day."

"After the Divine Sect entered the Zhaodu, he didn't know where he found out the truth of the matter, so he began to raise troops from the Zhaodu to kill the bloodlines of the three major divine clans, and the result was ...... You have also seen that the Yuan clan was wiped out, and the Yin clan withdrew overseas. ”

"And my fence clan, because of the particularity of the clan, was assigned a task by the Divine Sect to atone for his sins, to find the person he was looking for for life, that is, the person on the portrait."

Ryokan picked up the scroll, looked at the blank space without the portrait, and sighed softly: "The ancient promise says that as long as we find that woman, the Ryo clan can regain their freedom and return to Suchuan to live a normal life like an ordinary person." ”

"I just didn't expect that this search would be five hundred years ......"

The yellowed scroll slowly dissipated in his hand, flying away in the wind like quicksand.

Lu Ming knocked his forehead and looked up at the tree again, "What is this tree?" ”

"This tree was planted by the Divine Sect himself, he doesn't trust my Fence Clan, until the person in the portrait is found, the Fence Clan will be suppressed by this towering giant tree forever, as long as we leave this tree for too long, we will die quickly, which is also the reason why Suchuan records that the Fence Clan's bloodline has not been continued."

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

Lu Ming nodded slightly, this is similar to what he thought, if you want people to do things, you must have a way to control it, and then continued to ask: "Then why does the Divine Sect have a portrait of Linglong, is it because Linglong is very similar to the person he is looking for?" Or what? ”

Limeng was silent, looked at Linglong quietly, and shook his head slightly after a while, "It's not like, it's because the person the Divine Sect is looking for is Linglong." ”

"Why are you so sure?"

"What's the name of the Divine Sect?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one Lu Ming's and the other exquisite, the two glanced at each other, and then looked at Liang Meng and said in unison: "Answer her/his first!" ”

The conversation between the king and the god did not make the dream move, he stretched out his hands and held the sides of the wheelchair against the wrench, slightly forced, 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 there was a blush on his face, and he said, "Because I can stand up." ”

"The curse disappears, so the one who came was the right one."

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

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

"What is this?"

"Tears of Lady Luck~" Linglong picked up one of them and rubbed it carefully in her hand, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, feeling Lu Ming's widening eyes next to her, she shrugged her shoulders and said, "This is the name that a certain neuropathy said." ”

“…… Who is some neuropath? ”

"You! Should...... It's you! ”

"Why don't I remember I gave this thing?" Lu Ming picked up the remaining piece of fragment and put it in front of him to look at it carefully, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, he had no impression of this thing~

Linglong was slightly silent, and after a while, she reached out and took the piece of shard in her hand, pieced it together into a complete teardrop-shaped spar, looked at the fence and asked, "...... Why didn't he remember? ”

"It's him......"

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

Lu Ming was a little panicked when he saw it, and he no longer had the heart to observe the tree and the hedge dream, so he held Linglong in his arms, stretched out his hand to brush away her tears, and his heart twitched unconsciously.

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

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

"I'm not him, how can I know the reason, if I really know, how can the Fence Clan be trapped here for five hundred years?" Fence Meng shook his head slightly, sighed, and leaned down to reach out to activate the blood in his legs.

He hadn't moved in a long time, and he needed to get used to it before he could really get out there and breathe the air outside.

"You don't know?"

"I don't know."

Linglong's brows furrowed slightly, and she fell into deep thought.

Lu Ming touched his head, hesitated for a moment, and took the saber in his hand, "That...... Can I understand that you are saying that I am a god? ”

"This sword was mine five hundred years ago, and the portrait of Linglong was also painted by me five hundred years ago?"

Linglong looked at him and pursed her lips.

Fence Dream shook his head: "No." ”

Linglong looked up, her eyes full of puzzlement.

Lu Ming's eyes widened and blinked and blinked, he was already silently building in his heart, ready to accept that he was the reincarnation of a strongman, why did this guy come here again?

So what is the situation between him and his sister-in-law, this doesn't make sense at all.

Thousands of doubts rose in his heart, Lu Ming's palm was slightly pinched, his thoughts were half loud and he was ready to start the most primitive routine, his thumb raised the blade slightly, and before it was unsheathed, a white light appeared in front of him, and then the whole person fainted.

Limeng put down his right hand, looked at Linglong and shook his head, and said, "I didn't mean to harm you, this is also for your good." ”

"Do you think I'll believe it?" Linglong grabbed one of Lu Ming's hands, and vines slowly rose around him, and the branch of the towering giant tree next to him shook slightly, and the vines disappeared directly.

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

Fence Meng smiled, pointed to the root of the tree and said, "Besides, what do you think this thing is, what can I do to kill him?" ”

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