"Xu wants the dark blood ring of your clan, and the ten drops of cultivation base blood in your body." Xu Xiuyuan's eyes flashed, his voice was slightly low, and he stared at Hong Ji and said.

Hong Ji trembled all over, and her figure took a step back subconsciously. After a little indulgent, she gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand to remove the dark blood ghost ring from her wrist.

"I hope that City Lord Wind can speak and count." Hong Ji raised her hand to her chest and sprayed out the blood of her cultivation base as she spoke.

Her face was also pale for an instant, and when she raised her head to look at the person ahead, Hong Ji at this moment really understood that Xu Xiuyuan's character was not what she had imagined before.

Xu Xiuyuan laughed, and a small white jade bottle fell into his palm, collecting Hong Ji's essence and blood, and then also smoothly putting the dark blood ghost ring into the storage ring.

"Xu is not going to deceive you as a junior." Xu Xiuyuan glanced at Hong Ji, and then focused his gaze on the stele in front of him again.

After a moment of silence, I saw that Xu Xiuyuan's palm, I don't know when there was a blue jade pen. The light on the jade pen was gleaming, and it was a mortal thing at a glance.

Under Hong Ji's gaze, Xu Xiuyuan's body suddenly rose up with a strange momentum. This momentum was very unique. At this time, his figure seemed to be integrated into the world.

"Lu Chen, do you remember that Yanmou once presented you with a picture scroll..." Xu Xiuyuan's eyes flashed, and the jade pen in his hand seemed to flash across the sky, blending into the world.

At the same time, within that Xiaotianji's domain barrier.

In that ordinary small city, on the second floor of the restaurant in the city, Lu Chen's figure suddenly trembled, and a feeling of dizziness came in his mind.

"I'm not drunk." Lu Chen took a deep breath and couldn't help shaking his head.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and at this time, on the table in front of him, there was an extra picture scroll at some point.

"This is..." Lu Chen looked suspicious and stretched out his arm to unconsciously spread the scroll.

There was a beautiful woman painted in the picture scroll. This woman felt very familiar to him, but there was no memory in his mind. Looking at the picture scroll on the table, Lu Chen's eyes showed a touch of confusion.

His whole person stayed at the table, and after an unknown period of time, a golden light flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

"Is it a dream? Or..."

The wine in the jug on the table had been drunk long ago, and Lu Chen put away the picture scroll, a faint smile flashed on his face and walked out of the restaurant.

On the main road of Xiaocheng, his figure didn't stay too much, he walked quickly towards the direction of his house. After a while, Lu Chen's door had already appeared in his line of sight.

In front of Lu Mansion's door, Lu Chen looked up at the plaque on the door, and after thinking for a moment, he stepped in.

"Brother, you are back, did you go to Qingzuixuan for a drink again? See if Ling'er won't tell her father." Xu Ling'er stood in the courtyard with his hands in his waist, pretending to be angry.

Lu Chen smiled slightly, looking at his own sister, he couldn't help but feel a trance again in his mind.

After shook his head gently, his gaze fell subconsciously on the picture scroll he was still holding in his hand at the moment.

Since the appearance of this painting, a thought seems to have been planted in his mind. His own existence seems to be to find the woman in the painting.

"Ling'er, my brother wanted to go to the far door. From now on, I have to listen to my parents when I'm alone at home." Lu Chen stepped forward, touched Xiao Ling'er's head, and said softly.

"If you are traveling far, do you want to go to the imperial capital?" Xiao Ling'er asked, tilting his head and looking up at Lu Chen.

Lu Chen was taken aback for a moment. After taking a look at the girl in front of him, he nodded with a smile on his face.

In his memory, when he was very young, he told his parents that he wanted to go to the imperial capital to see the prosperity of the empire. After he grew up, he often mentioned it to the people in front of him.

"I'm going to see Dad, and I'll leave today, and I'll be obedient at home from now on." Lu Chen said with a smile.

Just as he turned around and was about to walk towards the mansion, his figure suddenly stopped, and Xiao Linger didn't know when his face was full of tears.

Lu Chen sighed secretly, slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of Ling'er's eyes, and then gently squeezed her to get a small face.

"Xiao Ling'er has grown up, so I can't cry easily in the future." Lu Chen's eyes were full of doting, and he looked at the little girl in front of him.

"Then... that brother, when will you come back!" Xiao Ling'er rushed into Lu Chen's arms and asked while crying.

Lu Chen took a deep breath and couldn't help but raise his head and look into the air. After a long time, he muttered softly, "If it's really just a dream, I'll be back."

Soothing Xiao Ling'er for a while, Lu Chen turned and walked into the mansion. In the lobby of the mansion, the man he respected most in his life seemed to have guessed his coming, and stood in the hall early as if waiting for him.

"Father, I want to leave." Lu Chen walked into the lobby, stood in front of his father, and said in a low voice.

Lu Chen's words echoed in the lobby. His father never spoke. After a long silence, he turned around and took a look at his son.

"Let's go, don't let your mother know." There seemed to be a deep sigh from the lobby.

Lu Chen's eyes flickered. He knew his father's temperament, so he didn't say much anymore. After bowing down three times, he turned and walked out of Lu Mansion.

This home is very warm, everything is so natural and harmonious, but in Lu Chen's heart, there is always a sense of isolation for some reason. When I saw that picture scroll today, the sense of isolation was instantly as strong as it was. Several times.

Lu Chen clutched the picture scroll in his hand. After leaving Lu Mansion, he didn't stay too much in the small city, and went directly to the outside of the city.

Time passed quietly, and three days passed in a blink of an eye...

At noon, the scorching sun hung high in the air, and on the long official road, a young man in white clothes who looked like a scholar was walking slowly along the official road.

He was Lu Chen who had left from Xiaocheng, and he had walked along this official road for three full days.

"I heard people say that as long as you keep walking along the official road, you can reach the imperial capital of the imperial city." Lu Chen murmured, without stopping, he kept moving forward.

A person, a road, and a painting seem to have a goal, but in the depths of Lu Chen's heart, there is always a deep confusion.

The scorching sun gradually went west, dusk was approaching, Xu was a little tired, Lu Chen stopped, turned and walked to sit on the ground under an old tree on the side of the road.

Leaning against the tree trunk, Lu Chen carefully spread out the scroll in his hand, and his eyes fell on the woman in the picture.