Ninety Thousand Miles Across the Weird World

Chapter 127 The Bewildering Truth

Shang Qing'e walked silently.

She is very close to Li Jun, Li Jun can even smell the fragrance on her body, faintly, faintly, Bai Su also has a fragrance on her body.

Su Yindeng's clothes were tattered, and there was a scent on his body, as did Qin Mi, even Wang Meiniang, who was married as a woman.

Could it be that a beautiful woman has a fragrance on her body?

Li Jun's thinking suddenly drifted far away, but he couldn't help himself. He bit the tip of his tongue hastily, the severe pain dilutes the original restlessness of his body.

Li Jun didn't show his face, didn't speak, and walked with Shang Qing'e at a leisurely pace.

Shang Qing'e lowered her head, twirling the corners of her clothes with her hands, her steps flustered, and the autumn wind suddenly picked up, she shrank her neck, showing an expression of impatience for the wind and cold.

Shang Qing'e is wearing a pink skirt today, with a girlish bun and a few small flowers on her hair, and no gold, jade or jewelry.

She was very cold, but endured the cold, without saying a word, standing pretty in the cold wind, like a pink plum.

Even though there are winds, knives, frost and snow around him, conspiracy and tricks, he still lives so stubbornly, emerging from the mud but not stained, innocent and innocent.

Just when the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Shang Qing'e couldn't bear it anymore.

She suddenly said quietly: "You are so close to me, have you ever been afraid?"

Li Jun smiled, and said lightly: "Walking normally, what is there to be afraid of?"

Li Jun said it lightly, but his heart was heavy. He always felt that something was wrong, or in other words, from the moment he left the Jiuyuan Barrier, something was wrong.

Shang Qing'e was at a loss for words for a while, she didn't know how to answer Li Jun's words, she walked away in silence for a while, and then said: "Do you want to know who the scholar in Shenhu is?"

Don't wait for Li Jun to answer.

She spoke quietly.

"My Merchant Fort, the first generation of ancestors is a mud leg, and there is no way to know what the ancestors before the generation of ancestors are.

Daizu accidentally saved a wood spirit.

Brother Li Jun, I don't know if you know about ghosts and mountain spirits?Most of the foolish people in the world live in ignorance and ignorance.

You don't know that you live in a terrible world, but after the Jiuyuan Rebellion, you have seen zombies and ghost faces with your own eyes.

You should know that this world is not simple, right? "

Li Jun nodded: "I know."

"The first generation signed a contract with Mu Jing, Mu Jing guaranteed the merchants a good harvest every year, and the merchants sacrificed the lives of their offspring, so the merchants can only live for one person from generation to generation.

Since then, generations of ancestors have lived a life without worrying about food and clothing. Since then, generations have developed, and the merchants have become richer and richer, until the merchant fort was built.

Our merchants have also squeezed into the circle of the rich and powerful in Jiuyuan, and know many truths about this world, completely breaking away from the identity of mud legs. "

"Actually, Wood Essence is not bad, it only works according to the contract with its ancestors, there are many powerful families and even dynasties in this world.

Isn't that how it developed? "

What Shang Qing'e said is right, to be a small rich man in this world, you may not need to have great power, but...

If you want to really develop, you must rely on the power of ghosts.

Martial arts masters like Shangluo are no farts, and they can only deal with low-level ghosts. Ghost faces may seem powerful, but they are actually weak.

Shang Qing'e showed a sad smile: "Mother, oh no~ The Castle Master has been implying that my second sister and I can only live as one since we were young.

Brothers fight each other, the winner ascends to the position of castle master, and the loser sacrifices his life and flesh.

Shangluo thought I was ignorant, how could he know that I am a descendant of a merchant, he is just an adopted son, I know more than him!

I don't want my second sister to die, so I can only die, pretending to be heartless, and just want to live a happy life. "

Shang Qing'e suddenly hugged Li Jun and cried, "I'm so miserable!"

Brother Li Jun, I just want to find a husband before I die, who will take good care of me and love me, so that I will die without regrets.

Before, the scholar was chosen by the castle master for me, and he was going to marry me, but unfortunately, he knew the truth, and also knew that I wanted to die.

He got scared and ran away.

The castle owner was ruthless and directly strangled the scholar to death, and his body sank quietly to the bottom of the lake. "

"Li Jun!" Shang Qing'e raised her head with tears in her eyes: "Are you willing to marry me? Don't worry, I won't live long. After I die, you can marry as you like, and just treat everything in Merchant Fort as a one-off. Dream.

It's just that I don't have much time. As a woman, I have never experienced the love between a man and a woman in my life. Isn't it a waste of time? "

Shang Qing'e was weeping like complaining, and her tone was mournful. Even though Li Jun was hard-hearted, at this moment, she softened.

"My teeth are sore."

Gou Da suddenly sounded over.

"Hey, poor woman, I really want to pity her, but she belongs to the Lord, and all good things belong to the Lord."

He San also transmitted voice.

……

This is a utility room, backed by sunlight.

It was dark and damp, with mottled moss and some mildew on the walls.

There were some broken furniture, old clothes, broken bowls, rotten bottles and other old belongings. Wang Fu led Shang Luo in.

As soon as you enter.

The old musty smell hit, Shang Luo frowned slightly, and looked at Wang Fu in confusion: "Uncle Fu, this is..."

Wang Fu sighed, moved slowly to the corner, and dragged out a wooden box with great effort. He squatted in front of the wooden box, thinking for a long time.

Suddenly he spoke.

"Master, I have been different from others since I was a child. I can dream."

Shangluo: "..."

Wang Fu explained that his dreams are different from others. His dreams can replay the past and occasionally predict the future.

When he first discovered that he was abnormal, Wang Fu was very happy, thinking that he was very talented and would be able to achieve a great career in the future.

But, later on, things slowly went wrong.

Wang Fu found that the past he occasionally replayed in his dreams was different from the past he really remembered. Wang Fu thought that there was something wrong with the dream.

Shang Luo said: "Maybe it's because I'm too tired. Sometimes I also have some weird dreams. I think about it every day and dream at night. The things in my dreams can't be taken as real."

Wang Fu shook his head and smiled wryly.

"After I learned a few characters, I fell in love with writing. I would write down what I saw, heard, and saw. Sometimes I wrote it down every day, sometimes every few months. It took a long time. and discovered a lot of secrets."

"secret?"

"Is it the secret of Merchant Fort?"

Shang Luo's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he stared straight at Wang Fu.

"Hey~"

Wang Fu sighed.

He opened the wooden box and took out more than a dozen volumes, which looked very heavy. He carried them all on the table and said tiredly, "Look for yourself. There are a lot of things and they are very complicated. You pick some useful ones to read, and I'll make a cup of tea." Come."

Shang Luo randomly picked up a scroll, his hands were wet, the paper was yellow and soft to the touch, probably caused by the high tide.

Wang Fu staggered out, and after a while, came in with a pot of tea, and locked the door, leaving Shangluo alone.

Shang Luo gently opened the scroll, and there were densely packed small characters on it. The writing was ugly, piercing the eyes, and crooked. Shang Luo struggled to pick out useful information from it.

"Uncle Fu hasn't read books for a few days, so it's amazing that he can write so many words."

Shang Luo continued to read.

(End of this chapter)