The only way

Chapter 545

It's just a momentary dazzle and memory.

Lingchu looked up at the door at the end of the corridor. A vow made decades ago may be fulfilled today.

Taking a deep breath, Lingchu raised his hand and pushed open the closed door.

There is a long burning lamp in the house, the faint fragrance lingers endlessly, and the soft candlelight illuminates the whole room.

On the snow-white wall, a portrait of the height of a person hangs high. The woman in the painting is wearing a light purple gauze dress like smoke, with a blood-colored bead hanging between her eyebrows. A snow-white whisk hung from his elbow.

His eyebrows and eyes are the same as before, but his expression is completely different.

The purple-clothed woman in my impression back then had a smile on her face, burning like a peach or plum.

The purple-clothed woman in Jinxi's portrait is full of indifference, as cold as winter snow.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that Lingchu could even hear his own breathing, shallow exhalation, mixed with that faint fragrance pouring into the nostrils.

Looking at the woman in the portrait in front of him, Lingchu stared at it for a long time before slowly turning his eyes to the spiritual seat under the portrait.

The spiritual position of the founder of the Kaipai is also different.

It is carved from a whole piece of white jade, with a faint aura lingering on the white jade, and it is written in vermilion and beautiful characters.

The first generation head of Wuwangzhai, Zi Ling.

Lingchu's gaze paused for a few breaths on the word Ziling, and she was finally sure that she had indeed found Senior Ziling.

The century-old agreement, today may be the time to end it.

Not in a hurry to take out the wooden box given by Zhenjun Shangguang, Lingchu first respectfully picked up a stick of fresh incense from the table in front of him, lit the incense in his hand with the candlelight of the ever-burning lamp, and a wisp of green Smoke rose.

"Junior, Yu Ling has just met Senior Zi Ling."

Lingchu paused for a moment, and finally gave her real name.

After performing the junior ceremony, Lingchu took a step forward, inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then took another step back, looking at the portrait.

"Senior Zi Ling, this junior was entrusted by Senior Shangguang to find the whereabouts of the senior. I came here by accident and learned of the whereabouts of Wu Wangzhai and the senior, so I came here specially to find the trace of the senior," Ling Chu glanced Looking at the incense burner in front of him, the incense burning inside is not Yunling incense, but Lingchu still said, "The first time this junior saw Senior Shangguang was more than 50 years ago. At that time, Senior Shangguang was already a The remnants of souls are guarded in a cave, and they are rewarded with courtesy, in exchange for the juniors to make an oath to find traces of the seniors within a hundred years."

Lingchu didn't conceal it intentionally, but what she said still concealed a lot of information. She guessed that Master Jingshui would not be presumptuous in the Patriarch Hall, and maybe eavesdropping would not be possible.

But the heart of defense is indispensable, Lingchu still subconsciously concealed the matter of Donglu, and did not mention other things.

The room was still silent, and the ashes from the burnt incense fell into the ashes of the incense burner. It was obviously a very soft sound, but it was surprisingly loud in this room.

Lingchu looked at the woman in the painting in front of him, everything was very quiet, as if whether it was the portrait or the spiritual seat, there was not even the slightest remnant soul or consciousness left in it.

Time passed bit by bit, Lingchu stood quietly for half an hour, and then slowly took out a wooden box from the storage bracelet.

The four sides of the wooden box are smooth, and the tentacles are warm and moist. There is no gap on it, as if it was formed naturally. The intricate patterns carved on it also seem to be naturally formed, covering the entire wooden box.

Putting the wooden box on the table in front of him, Lingchu's clear and soft voice slowly rang out in the room.

"Senior Ziling, Senior Shangguang asked this junior to bring a word," Lingchu deliberately paused here for a moment, and then continued to speak, "Ten miles of green mountains, thousands of lights, the Milky Way in the sky, the stars on the ground, I promised you The years will last forever, and we will travel together in the world, this promise is the one I broke first."

Speaking of this, Lingchu's eyes were as bright as stars, and he looked directly at the portrait in front of him, "You were not wrong about what happened back then, it was me who was wrong."

In the previous affectionate words, the portrait in front of me did not fluctuate at all, until the last half sentence appeared, the portrait in front of me, which had been calm for the first time, showed faint fluctuations for the first time.

The woman in the purple gauze skirt looked at the distance with seemingly invisible eyes, and moved slowly, as if she had withdrawn her gaze from afar and landed in front of her eyes.

Lingchu wasn't sure if his divine sense had made any mistakes, but that vague sight always lingered by his side.

"Senior Zi Ling, please come and see me! This junior has something to ask for!" Lingchu gritted her teeth, she was betting that the portrait in front of her had a consciousness or remnant soul left by Senior Zi Ling.

Just like the original Lord Shangguang.

Maintaining the posture of bowing and saluting, Lingchu did not receive any response, and the posture of saluting remained unchanged.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

One moment, two moments, three moments.

A full half an hour passed, and a very light, very light sigh suddenly came from Lingchu's ear.

Lingchu's lowered eyes were as bright as stars in an instant, and he raised his head suddenly, only to see that the scene in front of him changed in an instant.

The room, which was originally quite bright, became pitch black in the blink of an eye, as if it had fallen into the boundless deep sea.

Only the silence was the same as before.

In the darkness, Lingchu felt a gaze fall on him, and the faint pressure of the Nascent Soul came overwhelming.

There was no deliberate pressure or deliberate restraint, that coercion just enveloped Lingchu.

The spiritual power in Lingchu's body slowly circulated under this coercion, struggling to resist the suffocation and pressure brought by this coercion.

"Senior Ziling." Lingchu spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse, and his speech was a little slow.

"Put this wooden box away. His formation skills are impressive, but it is impossible to go back to the Eastern Continent through the teleportation formation on this wooden box," a cold voice sounded in the darkness. , without the slightest emotion, "If you want to go back to the Eastern Continent, then go through the Thunderstorm Sea."

After finishing speaking, the coercion of the Nascent Soul and the darkness like ink all receded like a tide, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Blinking again, Lingchu had already returned to the Patriarch Hall.

The purple-clothed woman in the portrait in front of her looked at the distant place again, and the silence once again swept the entire room.

It seemed that everything just now was just Lingchu's illusion.

Lingchu still wanted to ask what is a sea of ​​thunderstorms and how to cross the sea of ​​thunderstorms, but when his eyes touched the portrait, he swallowed all the questions back.

Putting away the wooden box, Lingchu respectfully saluted the portrait again as a junior.

"Thank you senior."

After speaking, he looked up at the portrait, and finally turned and left.

"Why be persistent."

The moment he stepped out of the ancestral hall, Lingchu paused slightly, lowered his eyelashes slightly, then raised them up again, reached out to catch a piece of snow-white pear blossom petals, and smiled slightly.

(End of this chapter)