Doutu Continent

Chapter 113 The wine is not strong enough

Painting saints and demons intersect in the past

The world in the painting is different from Tao Chu, who are constantly fighting with evil spirits.Qin Wuji used the correct method, entered the real inheritance space, and met Lu Huasheng.

What surprised him was why Huasheng's appearance, as if he was looking at a blurred mirror, was so familiar?

Although still unable to see the whole picture of the other party, Qin Wuji actually felt that he was [-]% similar to the other party. What is going on?

It's not that he hasn't met his relatives before, Emperor Zun Qin Bumei looks majestic and domineering, but he doesn't quite resemble him.If it is said that my appearance comes from my mother, whom I have never met, is there any connection between my mother's natal family and Lu Huasheng?

He found that he knew very little about his own life experience.

Qin Bumieng was defeated miserably by the master of painting, yet he wanted his son to be inherited by the other party, and he happened to have a platinum painting heart, such a coincidence.

Whether it can be big or not is guesswork, the supreme master of the Demon Qin Dynasty, in order to win, he will do anything by any means.In order to steal the power of the painting saint, they actually used the blood of the Lu family to plan to give birth to him?

Was his birth a calculated conspiracy against the fighting world?

Was his mother, whom he had never met, silenced because of losing value?

In an instant, Qin Wuji thought of many things.He clenched his palm tightly, his fingertips sunk into it, and made deep marks on his palm, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

The relationship between bloodlines cannot deceive people.As soon as he saw the painting saint, he felt very cordial. There must be a deep bond between him and him.

Lu Huasheng got up from the stone bench, walked towards him, and said, "I want to get my inheritance, and I swear to protect the Doutu world forever. Can you do it?"

Qin Wuji stood where he was, his eyes lost in confusion.

If it was Xie Chunfeng, he would definitely answer "yes"!But Qin Wuji, as the Demon Qin royal family, couldn't do it.

Who is more important to him, the Dou Tu world or the Mo Qin world?Is he Xie Chunfeng now, or Qin Wuji?

Lu Huasheng's consciousness would not answer this question that puzzled him.

Lu Huasheng stretched out his hand and took the opponent's clenched hand, making Qin Wuji unconsciously relax his five fingers.Lu Huasheng used his fingertips to gently stroke the wound carved by his nails, and asked again:

"Swear to protect the Doutu world forever. Can you do it?"

This is not a difficult question to answer, but the young man wearing a leather mask can't even deceive the remaining phantom of consciousness.

"I don't know," he replied.She frowned, closed her amorous peach blossom eyes, and her black feather-like eyelashes kept trembling.

Dou Tushi, who was supposed to be free and easy by nature, was carrying too many heavy burdens, too many worries and constraints.

He could feel the hand held by the painting saint, a warm current flowed from the palm to the heart and lungs, and the other's cultivation base flowed in his body, constantly sorting out his meridians.

This is not inheritance, but he has benefited from it, and his whole body is bathed in warmth.

Lu Huasheng raised his hand and took off his leather mask, revealing a youthful appearance. Even though his eyes are closed, after being optimized by Mo Qin to add a bit of evil charm, his flirtatious and restless appearance still has a strong impact.

It was a very disturbing, insecure face.He is so passionate that no one can keep him.It happens that it can attract moths to the flame.

There are obviously [-]% similarities, but the painting of Saint Lu Xiuyuan gives people a more restrained feeling.But still it can only be seen from a distance and not played with. If you get too close to it, you will suffer serious injuries.

Such a person should have been a prodigal son of the world, but in the end he became the leader of the righteous way.I don't know what the other party went through.

Oddly enough, the young man whose mask was removed opened his eyes, and looked at the other party with the same peach eyes. Countless memories that did not belong to him began to emerge in his mind.

That was the memory of painting Saint Lu Xiuyuan.

In a burning village, there are corpses everywhere in the pool of blood, some of them are villagers, and more of them are bandits.

Among the piles of corpses, there was a Kneeling Body of a Dou Tu Shi, who had been pierced through the heart by a bamboo pole, and the painter's badge on his chest was soaked with blood.

One end of the bamboo pole, held by a pair of strong hands, is a warrior without a badge.He actually killed a painter with a bare bamboo pole without sharp angles.

From Lu Xiuyuan's perspective, what he saw was this scene.

Wu Ren was very young, around 25 years old, among the bandits he killed, the painter was included.

Seeing Lu Huasheng entering the village, he let go of the bamboo pole with a relaxed expression. Obviously, this fight was not difficult for him, and he still had a lot of strength left.

"Partner?" Wu Ren asked.

Lu Xiuyuan shook his head, raised his hand, and the rain fell, extinguishing the flames burning everywhere in the village, but it didn't hit each other with a single drop.

Lu Huasheng recognized the body of the painter who was with the bandits, and said, "Evil painter Nie Liang, although he wears a painter's badge, he is already a painter. You are not a painter, how could you kill him?" .”

It is unheard of that an ordinary person without painting heart can kill a painter.However, if this person is the Lord of Demon Qin——Emperor Qin Budie, that would be a different matter.

Although her appearance has changed, she has become a little more elegant, and her unruly and domineering aura is all restrained, but the things in her bones are still difficult to hide.

The young martial artist squinted at the corpse and said, "Thank you. This person is nothing more than that, I think he has gained a false name. But you, a powerful fighter who can call wind and rain, what do you call him?"

Lu Huasheng said: "Lu Xiuyuan."

"Cultivating fate?" The warrior smiled, and opened his mouth to read, "Once the sea was too difficult to be water, except Wushan is not a cloud. Take the time to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be king. Good name!"

It's like reading a book for a few years.However, Lu Huasheng was sure that the other party must not be a member of the painting circle, otherwise he would not speak to a painting saint in such a tone.

"What's your name?" Lu Huasheng asked, "Do you know that you can become famous overnight by killing Nie Liang as an ordinary person?"

"I don't want to be famous, I just want my ears to be quiet, so please don't spread the word." The warrior waved his hand and leaned forward and said, "But you told me my name, it would be too rude for me to betray you. My name is... Xie Junen."

"Xie Jun'en?" The name sounds like he came from a family of court officials, at least the person who named him seems like an official fan.

When Lu Huasheng obviously saw the other party say his name, his eyeballs rolled, and he asked, "Real name?"

"Probably." The warrior said with a smile, "In Doutu Continent, I only have such a name."

It's an obvious hint, but if you don't know that he is from the Demon Qin Realm, you won't associate him with the identity of a demon from another world.

Lu Huasheng nodded, turned and left, stopped after walking for a while, turned around and asked, "Why have you been following me?"

A trace of shyness appeared on the warrior's face and said: "I'm new here, I have nowhere to go. Can you please take me in?"

"..."

The surrounding scene changed and became this small courtyard.

Under the peach blossom tree, Lu Huasheng held the jug, frowned and stopped after taking two sips.

"What?" Wu Zhe asked while sitting on the opposite stone bench.

"The wine is not strong enough." Lu Huasheng shook the jug and said.

The warrior took the jug from the opponent's hand, took a sip from the spout and said, "Sure enough, it's not strong enough, far inferior to the Xifeng wine from my hometown."

It can be seen that the two have gotten along very well at this time, so familiar that they can drink a pot of wine together.

Lu Huasheng said: "Xifeng wine? Brother Xie is from Fengxiang? I have never heard you mention your hometown."

"No." The warrior shook his head and said, "Although it is Xifeng wine, it has the same name. My hometown is too far away, so I only brought a jar of wine with me when I went out. I'll get it for you to taste."

"Since there is only one altar left, I don't want it. How can I take it away from others?"

The warrior insisted: "It is because of you that I am willing. Drinking alone is too lonely, and the two are just right. Brother Xiuyuan wait for me!"

As soon as the camera turned, the warrior hugged the wine jar in front of the opponent, slapped open the mud seal, poured a glass for the opponent, and said expectantly: "How about you try it?"

"Open the altar for ten miles, and the next door is drunk for three." Lu Huasheng took the wine glass, sniffed it and drank it down.

The wine was very strong, he only drank a glass, and his peach blossom eyes overflowed and said: "Good wine!"

"Since you like it, wait for me to brew a cellar of Xifeng wine myself. Bury it under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, and wait until spring next year. If you want to drink it, you can take it out."

"How can I bother Xie Xie." Lu Huasheng refused.

The warrior asked: "Is this wine not good?"

With the smell of alcohol rising, Lu Huasheng's face was stained red, his drunken eyes were blurred and he said: "Then I will trouble Brother Xie."