Chapter 322

In an instant, it was as if everyone else in this courtyard had disappeared, leaving only the youth and the well in front of him.

That thing rushed straight up from the bottom of the well, as if wanting to break out of the well with the most fierce posture.

All the pressure and momentum it carried were aimed at the youth at this moment.

Ordinary people simply couldn't withstand this deliberate targeting; their mental consciousness would be crushed and shattered in an instant, becoming a madman living in fear forever.

Li Zhuiyuan's eyes slowly widened. The youth was not only fearless, but even felt incomprehension that "the other party" dared to provoke him.

If you were the you of that year, that fierce black dragon that stirred up trouble in Jiujiang and ravaged both banks, then I should adopt different coping methods out of recognition of your absolute strength.

But the you of now is just a remnant spirit, without a physical body, not even a decent soul, and even so, you dare to act presumptuously in front of me.

In terms of strength and status, you are both below me.

So,

who gave you this confidence and courage?

The momentum of both sides collided invisibly.

"Roar!"

From under the well mouth came an angry roar, but gradually, this roaring sound began to get weaker and weaker, while the sharpness in the youth's eyes became increasingly intense.

How could a person carrying two Long Wang lineages on his shoulders be scared away by a remnant spirit of a black dragon?

Even if it were a true dragon, on the offering table in his east room, they were all displayed in full.

"Crack crack..."

Friction sounds came from the well wall below again, only this time it was not upward but downward.

It went down, submerged into the well water, and sank to the bottom.

Li Zhuiyuan's surrounding environment returned to normal, and the youth withdrew his hand from the well cover.

Lin Shu stood there rubbing his eyes. His eyes were very itchy just now, and the vertical pupil was in a chaotic state of being opened and not opened.

Sensing danger but not knowing exactly where this danger came from, he could only pull the distance between himself and Brother Xiaoyuan closer in bewilderment and tension.

Zhao Yi, sitting in the wheelchair, asked: "What is inside? Quite rampant."

Li Zhuiyuan: "If there are no accidents, it should be the remnant left by your ancestor after subduing the dragon in Jiujiang that year."

Lin Shu: "The other remains of Zhao Long Wang are in the well?"

Zhao Yi rolled his eyes at Lin Shu: "It's talking about the remnant of that dragon."

"Oh." Lin Shu scratched his head embarrassedly, then pointed to this well and asked, "So, is a black dragon suppressed in this well?"

Zhao Yi: "Barely... you could say that."

Lin Shu: "But when I came in just now, I couldn't see any seal marks in this courtyard, including now, this well cover doesn't seem to have anything special either."

Zhao Yi: "Suppression doesn't necessarily require a seal."

Li Zhuiyuan: "The coughing sound in the room has stopped."

Zhao Yi: "A You, go into the room and take a look."

Lin Shu didn't move.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Go."

Lin Shu entered the room.

In the room, a rich smell of Chinese medicine permeated. Lin Shu walked slowly toward the bedroom and pulled open the cloth curtain.

Suddenly, he only felt the world spinning.

Lin Shu immediately opened his vertical pupil, revealing the aura of a True Monarch, and this feeling of spatial orientation blur was suppressed.

Looking inside again, he found that the bedroom was pitch black.

Lin Shu knew that he hadn't completely broken the strange environment in this room.

The next moment, the ground began to tilt, the roof gradually twisted, and the surrounding walls rotated.

Anger appeared in Lin Shu's vertical pupil, his fists clenched, and his strength condensed. Facing this increasingly complex situation, he intended to try to break it with force.

Just at this moment, Brother Xiaoyuan's figure walked in from outside.

The youth waved his right hand toward both sides while walking, and soon, the layout in the room all "quieted" down.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the bedroom and said: "We didn't come with absolute malice, of course, if you want to continue playing, then I can accompany you."

"Hu..."

The bedroom curtain was blown open halfway by the wind, as if someone had lifted the door curtain, inviting people inside.

Lin Shu still entered first, the door curtain pressed down; this was a block.

The meaning of the owner inside was that only Li Zhuiyuan was allowed to enter alone.

Li Zhuiyuan spread his right hand, blood mist permeated his palm, preparing to forcibly seize control of this room.

Sensing the youth's action, the curtain was lifted again.

Lin Shu walked in, and Li Zhuiyuan followed.

Zhao Yi pushed his wheelchair by himself, just entered the hall, and was panting from exhaustion, but still struggled to push himself forward.

The wheelchair reached the door curtain, and with a "thud," it made a collision sound.

The curtain, which should have been soft, remained motionless, and instead, Zhao Yi himself was shaken backward with the wheelchair.

At this time, the curtain was lifted from the inside, Lin Shu walked out, came behind Zhao Yi, helped him push the wheelchair, then lifted the curtain with his hand, and sent Zhao Yi in.

Afterward, Lin Shu didn't go in again, but walked to the door of the room and stood with his arms crossed.

Zhao Yi knew that, given the style of the one surnamed Li, only after confirming that there was nothing in the bedroom that could pose an uncontrollable threat to him would he let his "bodyguard" go out.

The area in the bedroom was very large, as if three rooms had been combined under normal circumstances.

The furnishings inside were antique, with a study, the bookshelves full of ancient books; a music room, with zithers and harps arranged; and a bed, which was that kind of old-fashioned wooden bed with a sense of age, carved finely.

"Creak... creak..."

Threads extended from the bed, binding and winding to various places in the room.

In these bursts of friction sounds, an old man on the bed slowly sat up.

Those threads were all wound around him.

The old man was very old and had long lost the ability to move freely, only able to rely on these threads to mobilize and pull his own body.

When he "sat up," he happened to meet the eyes of the youth standing at the foot of the bed.

"Rustle... rustle..."

The old man's fingertips trembled slightly, connecting to the music room through the threads, plucking the strings, making friction, and listening carefully, one could hear "speech."

"I don't know that your Excellency has come, I have failed to welcome you, please forgive me."

The old man's posture was very low. This was not only because the youth could compete with him for control of the room here, but also because the youth had actually been able to trigger the remnant spirit of the black dragon in the courtyard just now.

This remnant spirit would not be disturbed for no reason; it could only be said that it had sensed a fate that interested it, wanted to compete for victory, and wanted to test its strength against it.

Even more frightening was that the remnant spirit of the black dragon finally admitted defeat and went down by itself.

This was more useful than sending any name card; it was simply the most real touchstone.

Li Zhuiyuan: "It was my abrupt visit, I was rude first, but I have something to ask, please tell me."

Old man: "I will tell you everything I know."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Why is the remnant spirit of the black dragon here?"

Old man: "This, it's a long story. If your Excellency... no, your Excellency, is willing to listen to my rambling, please take a seat. Unfortunately, A Ping went out to buy groceries, there is no one in the room to add tea for your Excellency, please forgive the poor hospitality."

Li Zhuiyuan pulled a chair beside him and sat down: "Please speak."

Zhao Yi pushed his wheelchair gently, listening while visiting here.

What he was most interested in were the ancient books on the bookshelf.

He had wanted to see if there would be any unexpected gains, but he was disappointed because these ancient books had literary value but no mysterious value.

There were many painting tubes beside, stuffed with paintings, and Zhao Yi reached out and flipped through them.

The old man began to narrate:

"Does your Excellency know about the Jiujiang Zhao family?"

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at Zhao Yi and answered: "I know."

Zhao Yi lowered his head and touched his nose. He had a premonition that it was going to involve the sins committed by his ancestors again.

"The ancestor of the Jiujiang Zhao family, the Zhao family Long Wang, Zhao Wuyang, once suppressed a generation of the rivers and lakes.

When the Long Wang's lifespan was nearing its end, he came to Jiujiang, suppressed a black dragon, and took his final bow.

My ancestors worshipped the Zhao family Long Wang."

Zhao Yi: "May I ask your surname, old sir?"

Old man: "Surname Jin, Jin Xingshan."

Zhao Yi: "However, there is no one surnamed Jin beside the Zhao family Long Wang."

Zhao Yi had read the ancestor's notes and knew that the ancestor did not walk the river alone back then; there were two people who worshipped the ancestor and accompanied the ancestor to the end to achieve the Long Wang position.

Later, one of them retired from the rivers and lakes and lived a free life; the other established his own sect, but this sect did not know how to "operate" like the Zhao family and was early submerged in the long river of the rivers and lakes.

One was surnamed An, one was surnamed Sun, there was no one surnamed Jin.

Old man: "That's your misunderstanding. My ancestor did not follow the Zhao family Long Wang to walk the river. It was after the Zhao family Long Wang came to Jiujiang, received the Long Wang order, paid respects to the Long Wang, and accompanied the Long Wang to suppress that black dragon together.

It was my inaccurate description that caused your Excellency's misunderstanding."

Zhao Yi: "It was my slip of the tongue that offended you."

The old man continued: "Being able to follow the Long Wang order is an honor in itself. Furthermore, my family took root in Jiujiang earlier. Compared to that Long Wang who came to Jiujiang only in his later years, my Jin family is more like the natives of this Jiujiang.

Therefore, helping the Long Wang to suppress the black dragon together was also a good thing that benefited the hometown, so naturally, it was duty-bound."

Hearing this, Li Zhuiyuan recalled the four families of the Old Heaven Gate.

Back then in Zhangjiajie, the fierce General intended to break out of the tomb and lead the Yin soldiers to conquer the world again.

Finally, the Qin family Long Wang Qin Kan came to Zhangjiajie, issued a Long Wang order, and the four families of the Old Heaven Gate went out together to assist the Long Wang in suppressing the General.

Old man: "According to my family records, that black dragon was in the new transformation stage back then, cruel and fierce, with infinite blood and energy. Fortunately, the Zhao family Long Wang was brave and unparalleled, fighting with it until the river surface turned red.

It's just a pity that the Long Wang was old and not in his prime. Although he defeated it, he could not completely wipe out this fierce object, so he could only leave arrangements in Jiujiang, borrowing the passage of time to wear down the fierce thoughts of this dragon after its death, so it wouldn't reappear.

My ancestor was the guardian of one of the arrangements."

Li Zhuiyuan: "What kind of arrangement?"

Old man: "After the Long Wang defeated that black dragon, he beheaded the dragon, pulled the dragon tendons, broke the dragon bones, and skinned the dragon.

The most difficult to suppress and also the most dangerous was the dragon head, which was handed over by the old Long Wang to the Zhao descendants to suppress personally.

It is said that the old Long Wang once said that his time was up, and leaving this body to build a temple and tomb would bring shame to the previous Long Wang and be ridiculed by the later Long Wang.

Therefore..."

The old man was full of respect for Zhao Wuyang, or rather, this family of the old man worshipped the Zhao family Long Wang for generations.

Although not of the Zhao bloodline, they were incomparably proud that their ancestors could suppress the black dragon together with the Long Wang.

Li Zhuiyuan said directly: "The old Long Wang used his own skull to suppress the head of the black dragon."

Old man: "That's right, it was worshipped deep in the Lock River Tower back then."

Li Zhuiyuan: "That is to say, besides your Jin family and the Zhao family, there were two other families?"

Old man: "Yes. However, the dragon head, dragon tendons, and dragon bones had long been suppressed and dissipated. Only this black dragon skin... attached to it was the greatest resentment of the black dragon before its death, the most difficult to suppress and wear down, so it required more time.

My family, for many consecutive generations, had been silently suppressing this.

Logically speaking, even if my family's predecessors were not as excellent as the ancestors who could be recognized by the Long Wang, it shouldn't have been so absurd.

Even if it took two more generations, it should have ended, making it completely impossible for this black dragon to reappear in the world.

But the problem is, I don't know what happened, generation after generation suppressed it, but it was always unable to wear down the black dragon skin, which actually caused it to remain until today, and even caused it to give birth to a remnant spirit."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Do you really not know the reason?"

The old man was silent.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Or is it that you have known the reason for a long time, but dare not say it."

The old man used the threads to pull his skin and corners of his mouth, revealing a helpless smile, and said:

"Your Excellency, don't forget, this is Jiujiang."

Li Zhuiyuan: "It was the Zhao family who moved the Zhao family Long Wang's skull from deep in the Lock River Tower without authorization."

Astonishment appeared in the old man's eyes.

Being able to know such a thing was already very shocking, and the other party could actually say it so lightly.

As if they didn't take this famous Jiujiang Zhao family seriously at all.

Zhao Yi sighed in his heart. Fine, sure enough, it was the sins committed by his own ancestors again.

The one who took Zhao Wuyang's skull from the Lock River Tower was Zhao Luhai.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up, walked to the music room, and helped adjust the strings.

The old man must not have "spoken" so much for a long time; this voice became more blurred and distorted toward the end.

The context of the whole thing was very simple.

Zhao Wuyang came to Jiujiang to suppress the black dragon with an aged body, and after beheading it, he had no strength to continue wearing it down.

Li Zhuiyuan suspected that it might also be because Zhao Wuyang himself was not good at formations.

Every generation of Long Wang has its own characteristics, and having shortcomings is a very normal thing.

The Long Wang who rose from the grassroots indeed had disadvantages in this regard. Of course, his advantages were also incomparable to others.

The Long Wang himself was not good at formations, which was why he needed to issue a Long Wang order and borrow the power of the local mysterious sect.

Zhao Wuyang himself certainly didn't want to leave hidden dangers, but he indeed didn't have any better method, and besides, he was about to fall soon.

And this, precisely gave later generations a chance to have crooked thoughts, because the authority of the arrangement to suppress the black dragon was delegated from the beginning. ===== CHAPTER 323 =====