Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 587: Not the same after all, Youth Travel ()

Luochuan was too young at that time and took his promise very seriously. He thought that the red paper with black words on the marriage certificate was an indestructible lock that closely linked the fate of two people.

No matter poverty or wealth, sickness or health, it is as solid as a rock and cannot be shaken.

However, in fact, nothing in the Lingxiao world is eternal.

Order, rules, commitments and agreements will all change and shift according to the will of the strong, and there is no fixed number.

Order is order when someone maintains it.

A law is a law when someone obeys it.

A marriage contract is a marriage contract that is recognized by someone.

In the eyes of Zhen Shaofu and Young Master Tantai, commoners like Luo Chuan, who came from a poor background and had no bloodline, were just like the weeds on the roadside and the ants at their feet.

No one cares what he thinks.

As long as they say a word, this marriage contract, which entrusts the young man's first love, is a piece of non-existent waste paper.

It was not that Luo Chuan had never thought about it, he threw the marriage certificate in his pocket at their faces and angrily shouted: "Don't bully young people into poverty!"

But what is the use?

No matter how he vented his emotions, he could not change a cruel fact - his fiancée had become someone else's bride, and he had not even seen her face.

If he really angered Zhen Shaofu and Tantaiyan, I'm afraid they would kill him immediately and bury his ashes in the soil of the backyard.

The world will only remember Mr. Tantai and Miss Zhen as a divine couple.

Except for his mother who was far away in Yuwei Village, no one cared whether a poor boy named Luo Chuan lived or died.

Luochuan sat stiffly on the chair for a long time.

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

Their voices seemed so close yet so far away. Luochuan could clearly distinguish every word they said, but once these words were connected in series, they seemed to become a profound and difficult scripture, making his mind feel confused.

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

Like a sharp blade, it tore through the oppressive air in the house and penetrated straight into Luo Chuan's confused mind.

This is a moment Luochuan will never forget.

He could no longer remember what he was thinking at that time. He only remembered that he followed everyone to the gate of the Hou Mansion, squeezed behind a group of servants and maids who were joining in the fun, and stood on tiptoe trying to look out.

"The ten-year period has come. We sincerely welcome the young master of Ziwei Pavilion back to the sect!"

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

He was riding on a tall, flawless snow-white horse, his eyes were as sharp as lightning; he held the reins in one hand and the sword in the other, and was surrounded by stars, like a god descending from heaven.

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

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

But the most eye-catching thing was the chariot surrounded by them.

The carts were not pulled by ordinary horses, but by four majestic white unicorns.

Dragon head, deer body, ox tail, horse hooves.

The scales are gleaming and hard as iron.

The chariot they are pulling has a dark background as deep as night and is inlaid with gems as bright as stars. The complex silvery-white patterns connect them exquisitely, outlining the trajectory pattern of the stars in the sky, as if to connect them. The entire universe is condensed into this small area.

The chariot was surrounded by strands of starlight, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, like a dream.

Everyone was stunned.

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

But their intuition told them that the origin of this majestic-sounding "Ziwei Pavilion" was definitely extraordinary. It was probably the legendary mysterious and hidden force that was hiding behind the scenes and stirring up trouble.

After all, even the most powerful Emperor of the Zhao Kingdom was unable to command four pure white unicorns to pull a cart for him.

In full view, the white-haired young man jumped off the horse and walked straight towards the crowd.

Under his emperor-like sense of oppression, everyone retreated one after another, like straw in the autumn fields, falling to both sides under the raging wind, making way for him.

Luochuan couldn't help but take a few steps back.

But at this time, the white-haired young man's cold eyes were once again cast on him.

Once again, he was firmly held in place by an invisible force, unable to move or lower his head to avoid it. His waist was also forced to stand straight, as if he had transformed into a statue standing there with his head held high and his chest held high.

From birth to now, Luochuan has never experienced such a feeling.

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

Everyone looked at him on both sides of the steps, with a mixture of surprise, doubt, fear and awe in their eyes. Every gaze was like a cluster of flames - when they came together, Luo Chuan felt his whole body burning.

If it weren't for the white-haired young man using magic to immobilize him, he would have been so embarrassed that he would have wanted to dig a hole and hide.

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

"Young Master, the training period has ended. Please follow your subordinates back to the sect! Ziwei Pavilion urgently needs you to take charge of the overall situation!"

After saying that, he made a "please" gesture.

Luochuan felt like a puppet being manipulated. He nodded casually, then raised his chin, put his hands behind his back, and calmly walked down the steps towards the star-studded chariot with a smooth and elegant pace.

The carriage door has automatically opened slowly.

When he was about to board the bus, Luo Chuan felt hesitant for a moment.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the shoes on his feet - these shoes were already old and worn, and the signs of wear and tear were clearly visible, and they were covered with the dust and mud of Chaoyang City.

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

As if aware of his hesitation and uneasiness, the white-haired young man slightly adjusted his true energy, and a strong airflow instantly condensed into shape, pushing him into the carriage.

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

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

He gave the order, and the bandits escorted the Qilin chariot, which turned into a bright silver rainbow and quickly disappeared at the end of the street, leaving only a cloud of dust.

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

After a long silence, Tantaiyan finally turned his attention to his father-in-law Zhen Shaofu beside him, and said softly: "My 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. Go.

As he was walking, he suddenly turned around and said to Taiyan abruptly: "Don't wear clothes of this color in the future. You won't look like a serious person."

Hearing this, Tantaiyan looked puzzled.

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

Why do you suddenly feel disgusted today?

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At the same time, Luochuan sat stiffly in the car, following the bandits running wildly through Chaoyang City.

At this moment, the sun has quietly set, leaving only a few wisps of clouds on the horizon, while the lights in the city are lighting up one after another, forming a bright sea of ​​light. The scenery outside the car window is passing by quickly, like a moving picture scroll, which is dizzying.

Everything seemed so unreal.

Luochuan felt like he was in a dream.

Perhaps after waking up from the dream, he will turn back into the poor boy with nothing, holding the canceled marriage certificate and recommendation letter in his hand, fleeing dejectedly back to Yuwei Village, where he will meet his mother's disappointed eyes in that dilapidated thatched hut. Live the rest of your life.

After an unknown amount of time, the chariot left the bustling streets of Chaoyang City, drove out of the tall and majestic city gate, and arrived at a desolate grove outside the city.

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

His attitude was completely different from the calm and dignified one before, and there was no trace of the respect and politeness that one should expect when facing a "young master".

Before Luochuan could recover, he was violently pulled out of the car by the white-haired young man.

Immediately afterwards, a tall bandit with a body like an iron tower and a stubble on his face strode over. He picked up Luochuan with one hand like a chicken and placed him easily on the horse. . Then, the bandit himself quickly jumped onto the horse's back and held the reins tightly.

"You...you, what are you doing?" Luo Chuan asked, trembling, his upper and lower teeth constantly clashing.

When he was a child, he often heard from his mother that there were many thieves in the Lingxiao world who made a living by kidnapping and selling children - they would capture weak children and sell them to rich families as slaves. From then on, the children lost their personal freedom, had no food to eat, and had to do dirty work every day.

Some children were even deliberately disabled and then thrown into the streets to perform and beg.

Although Luochuan was fifteen years old and no longer a child, he was still unable to resist when facing these people in front of him.

If these people really planned to make him a slave, he could only obey their orders.

"The car you are riding in was stolen by us from the Prime Minister's Mansion," the white-haired young man explained calmly. "The Prime Minister 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 will all be doomed. ”

As he spoke, he waved his riding crop, drawing an elegant arc in the air.

The white horse under him seemed to feel the owner's eagerness, and its muscles tensed up, like a silver lightning bolt piercing the night, galloping towards the depths of the woods.

The bandits responsible for carrying Luochuan followed closely behind.

The sound of horse hooves is rapid and powerful, as if it can shatter the air.

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

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

He quietly looked back -

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

The car body is gold-plated and decorated with silver, and is engraved with complex and exquisite patterns. Every detail shows the ultimate luxury.

However, although it still displays extraordinary magnificence, it is far less stunning than when it was surrounded by stars.

It seemed to have fallen from the clouds. It was no longer the unreachable divine vehicle, but had become a mundane object in the world.

The four white unicorns pulling the cart have disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there were four brown-black mules, all dirty, their tails wagging back and forth as they ate grass.

It turns out that all this is just an illusion woven by illusion.

The car was stolen.

The Qilin was transformed from a mule.

The "Ziwei Pavilion", as expected, must have been made up by the white-haired young man - after all, he gave himself the Taoist name "Ziwei".

Luochuan suddenly felt that he looked like those stupid mules.

The bandits temporarily dressed him up as a unicorn, but that didn't mean he really became a unicorn. Once the spell failed, he would be beaten back to his original shape.

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

The environment here is beautiful and the scenery is pleasant, which is very different from the den of thieves and bandits he imagined.

Rather than saying it is a bandit's camp, it is better to say it is a garden built on the top of the mountain.

The entrance is a simple pavilion, surrounded by lush flowers and plants, with the breeze blowing and the fragrance overflowing.

Passing through the pavilion, a long and winding corridor unfolds in front of you. On both sides of the corridor, there are rockeries in various shapes.

A waterfall pours down from the top of the rockery. The gurgling water pours into the pool below, splashing layers of water, which contrasts with the surrounding scenery, creating a unique atmosphere.

These bandits don't seem to care about hierarchy.

They tied up their horses, took off their helmets and armor, and scattered randomly throughout the garden - some squatted leisurely on the top of the rockery, some leaned lazily on the side of the corridor, and some hung themselves on On the tree, it swayed like a golden monkey.

The white-haired young man who calls himself "Zi Wei" stands on the edge of the cliff, with a panoramic view of Chaoyang City.

Viewed from here, the entire city looks like a huge chessboard spread out, with streets and buildings intertwined into complex lines and grids, while the people in the city are like countless tiny ants, each busy shuttle on a predetermined trajectory.

Luo Chuan stood cautiously half a step behind him, rubbing his hands and asking cautiously: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, why do you have to take so much trouble to arrange all this?"

"What did you bother to arrange?"

"You gave me some silver, took me out of Zhen's Mansion, claimed that I was the young master of the 'Ziwei Pavilion', and turned the mule into a white unicorn...

"But I'm just an ordinary young man from Yuwei Village. I have nothing special and my bloodline potential is only at the third level... I really don't understand what qualifications I have to be treated like this by you..."

Luo Chuan's voice became smaller and smaller, revealing his feelings of confusion and inferiority.

"Just asking, are you happy today?" The white-haired young man laughed and interrupted him.