Looking at the big golden characters floating in the void, Lu Changqing frowned slightly. "It seems that it was indeed that ancestor who killed me at that time." "I am not me, corroded? Demonized? Or something else?" "It's just that if he is not himself, why..." Lu Changqing casually opened the book in his hand, and it clearly recorded that in 1437, Yan Martial King fought three king monsters with one against three in the deep mountains in the north of the city. The king killed the three king monsters and died of exhaustion. . The only difference from before is that he lived for a month before, but this time he died in battle. If the Yan Martial King is really no longer the Yan Martial King and has been controlled by others, then why did he fight the three king-conferring monsters and cause himself to die in battle? There are not many great men in the world, so it is unlikely that the man behind the scenes who managed to control the Yan Martial King is also a great man, to protect himself and the monsters, right? If it was such a great man, why would he need to force other people's bodies. Abnormal, very abnormal, the logic is hard to explain.
Lu Changqing glanced at the gold lettering above again, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind. "There is also a possibility that Yan Martial King is not completely occupied. He and another will are taking control of his own body. Sometimes he controls the body, and sometimes the body is controlled by the enemy." If this guess is followed, the fall of Yan Martial King is probably because he himself didn't want to live anymore. After barely grabbing control of his body, he dragged the three monsters to die together. This logic makes sense, but Lu Changqing still doesn't feel quite right... Leaning on the bookshelf, Lu Changqing stood with arms folded: "If you can't figure out one way of thinking, then change your way of thinking. If it were me, I know that there is another will in my own body that is robbing me of my body, what would I do?" "First of all, I must try to clear that will, regain control of my body, and even at all costs. If I have been unable to succeed, I may find a way to negotiate with that other will. If it still fails, I will die with the monster. Destroying oneself by chance is barely a possibility, so what about another will?" Fighting with the original Yan Martial King was a joy, even occupying a certain advantage. If it was not at an unchangeable disadvantage, the Yan Martial King would never choose the path of dying with the monsters. In this case, I realized that Yan Martial King wants to die, will that will frantically snatch control of his body? Stop the actions of the ancestor Yan Martial King? Under such circumstances, it is not so easy to go to death. If that will suppresses the will of the ancestor Yan Martial King, it should not be difficult to try to escape. "Then, why did the Yan Martial King ancestors go down the old path?" There is too little information to form a complete guess chain, and some new clues must be added. Putting the books away, Lu Changqing left the small black room. At the entrance of Jingshuzhai, Mr. Zhai still squinted his eyes as before, lying lazily on the recliner behind the steps, looking very comfortable. Lu Changqing walked out of the passage and came to Lao Zhai. Without saying a word, he took out a bottle of wine from the storage ring. This time, Lu Changqing didn't even open the bottle cap. Just taking the bottle of wine out of the storage ring, there was an extremely rich and extremely mellow aroma, and the wine bottle was not enough to completely cover the mellow aroma of the wine. Zhai Lao, who was still looking lazy, jumped up suddenly, his nose twitched violently like a fan, his old eyes were wide open, and the chrysanthemums on his face suddenly flattened. "This smell, this smell, is this smell..." Lu Changqing gently shook the wine bottle in his hand, and said with a smile: "The fine wine brewed by the Great Master of Brewing himself cannot be duplicated and is unique. Its name is Three Treasures of Liuyu." Before coming here, Lu Changqing was fully prepared to deal with this old guy. The market price of the bottle of wine in his hand will never be less than three million, which is a figure that ordinary people can't even imagine in a lifetime. Lao Zhai's old eyes almost burst into flames, and he stared at Lu Changqing firmly: "Boy Changqing, give me, give me the wine, as long as you give me the wine, I can do whatever I want!!"
"That's not enough, Mr. Zhai, I just want to ask a few questions, but you need to answer truthfully without arguing with me." Hearing this, Lao Zhai pulled his face, very tangled, very tangled. In the end, I gritted my teeth and said cruelly: "Three, you can only ask three questions, and if it touches some secrets, I will refuse to answer." A smile appeared on Lu Changqing's face: "Okay, just three." "First question, Mr. Zhai, are you and the ancestor Yan Martial King familiar with each other?" Zhai Lao was stunned: "Is this a problem?" "En." Lu Changqing nodded. Mr. Zhai was overjoyed immediately: "Good boy, old man, I thought you were going to ask some questions, just like this, let alone three, I will answer you for a hundred old men." "Familiar, of course, I and that old ghost are so familiar that we can't lose!" Lu Changqing nodded: "Then, the second question, the ancestor's character, life habits, etc., can you talk about it in detail." This time, Mr. Zhai hesitated slightly: "Well..." He glanced at the wine in Lu Changqing's hand again: "Well, it's not a secret anyway, at most it will damage the old ghost's memory in the hearts of you younger generations image of." "That old ghost, has a bad temper, is careless, and just likes to pretend..." "Wait!" Lu Changqing suddenly stopped Zhai Lao's words, his eyes narrowed violently. "What's wrong?" Mr. Zhai was a little confused: "Did I say something wrong, old man?" Lu Changqing took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Zhai, you said, the ancestor lost his temper and was careless?" "Then why I heard that when our ancestors were alive, their hearts were simple and honest, and they especially liked to fiddle with some weeds and crops like a farmer?" Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Mr. Zhai laughed straight away: "Boy Changqing, as a direct descendant of the Lu family, you should know the origin of that old ghost. He was originally from a farming family. Half his life, he managed to earn a family fortune. Do you think he would still want to recall the hard days? The life of the king and Qiang was more than five hundred. Remember the old immortality of the past." "The old ghost has heard the saying that the yang is not enough, and the yang is too strong and easy to break. He tried to suppress his extreme magic power of the flame attribute, so he pretended to play with flowers and grass, and imitated others to cultivate his sentiments. He didn't want to I like things that are too fancy, so I can only mess with the crops I am familiar with. In fact, that old guy has a fart sentiment." Lu Changqing fell into silence, a long silence. Out of respect for the ancestor Yan Martial King, and fear of being noticed, Lu Changqing did not use hints on that ancestor. From the looks of it now, the ancestors at that time, perhaps... were no longer ancestors. Things are getting more and more complicated~