Li Huowang listened in astonishment. What Zhuge Yuan said was even more shocking than if he was a member of the Red Army. "Is this possible? Things that have been determined for a long time can be modified at the request of modification?"
"How is this impossible? Daqi's history books can be falsely occupied by Liang, so why can't your past be changed?"
In fact, this is what Li Huowang is worried about. Although Zhuge Yuan has not harmed him, some of the things he knows may not be true.
Li Huowang was about to say something more, but then he thought again, if all this is true, doesn't it mean that he is not Hongzhong? The world he is in there is all real?
"But..." Li Huowang thought of this and his head suddenly paused, "If he is indeed Hongzhong, it must be fake.
That's right, but I was clearly not a popular person in the past, so is the world now real or fake?"
"Brother Li? Brother Li, are you okay?" Seeing Li Huowang standing there, Zhuge Yuan asked with some worry.
"It's okay, just let him stay. You may not know it when you first come here, but this kid is always so confused." Zuo Wangdao Huanhuan teased from the side.
But just when he said that, Li Huowang immediately asked: "Brother Zhuge, are you serious about what you said? Can you really change a person's past?"
After all, this is too shocking. Even a person's destined past can be changed. What kind of existence can do this?
Zhuge Yuan nodded, "Of course ordinary people can't do it, but think about it, the person beside you at that time was Grandma Dou."
As Si Ming, who is in charge of the yin and yang of heaven, it seems completely logical to be able to do such bizarre things, but there is one problem that Li Huowang can't figure out. "Brother Zhuge, why did it do this?"
"I'm not surprised that it just killed me, but why did it go to such trouble to fill my body with a red past?"
Even if you are Si Ming, there is always a reason for everything you do, right? Could it be that like Zuo Wangdao, he stuffed himself with a red past just for fun? But this is not fun at all. p>
This question seemed to stump Zhuge Yuan. After thinking for a while, he shook his head slightly. "I don't know, I don't know, but no matter how you look at it, you can't be a Hongzhong. If you are really a Hongzhong, you will be in the Buddha Bone Temple."
I noticed it the first time I saw it."
It is true that Zhuge Yuan can identify those who are sitting and forgetting the way, and he can search for the extra memories in his mind. It seems that he does not have an incredible ability to disguise himself and can deceive Zhuge Yuan.
"Brother Li." Zhuge Yuan said seriously, his expression looking too serious.
"Put it aside for a moment about me pretending to be a real person. This Hongzhong's past is your top priority now. Xiaosheng doesn't think this kind of thing is without any hidden dangers. Doulao must have some purpose for doing this."<
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"No, no, no, since I already know that Hongzhong's past is false, then this kind of thing that has little harm can be put aside later."
Li Huowang interrupted him, turned over and mounted his horse again, his eyes shining.
"In Hongzhong's memory, I have seen cultivation techniques! Real cultivation techniques, no matter what I do in the future, I must get this thing first!"
"Oh? Is there really such a thing as red? Where is it?" Zhuge Yuan was also surprised.
"He hid it in a very secret place, and I'm going to get it back."
In order for others to find it, Hongzhong deliberately placed it far away, covering hundreds of miles. On the streets of a small town on Jiangnan Road in Daliang, Li Huowang led his horse and steamed buns and walked slowly along the roadside. The weather today is wet and cold, the wind is blowing, and it is still night, but there are many people on the roadside, burning yellow paper in white circles, and most of them are at the intersection.
Only then did Li Huowang realize that it was already Qingming Festival and it had been more than a year since he came to this world.
As we walked, indignant curses gradually began to be heard in the distance.
"I'll give you a little slap on the head, and when you're angry enough to stop complaining, I'll shake your head every day;
I'll slap you in the face and your whole family will go crazy and you will be a bitch for the rest of your life;
I'll slap you in the eyes, and you'll be in trouble for the rest of your life, and you'll be killed every day;
I'll beat your little human ears, and you'll be covered in shit every day, then wipe the shit with your fingers;
I'll hit you so hard that your breath will smell like farts, and the front door will be open to others...
Li Huowang went to hear the news and found an old woman who looked to be in her late seventies, sitting on a small wooden stool, holding her shoehorn and slapping the palm-sized yellow paper man on the ground.
Hearing the sound of horse hooves, the old woman didn't look up in a hurry. She started to quote the price as she was beating. "One hit for a villain, two hundred coins, don't think it's too expensive. I'm much better here than other places! If you don't believe it, go ahead."
Ask around!”
Li Huowang stared at the hairy mole on her chin and said: "Can we play mahjong without beating up the villain? One for me, one for you, plus your daughter-in-law. Let's play between the three of us."
The old woman was stunned for a moment. When she raised her head and saw Li Huowang's appearance, her mean face swayed in confusion, and then she immediately put on a smile. "Okay! It's definitely okay, let's go! Let's go!" Under the old woman's warm invitation, Li Huowang soon sat on the mahjong table with her and her fat daughter-in-law.
The three of them looked at the last empty spot, as if they were waiting for something.
"Pop" A red card was slapped in the middle of the table by Li Huowang. "There is still one person left, why don't you write it down?"
"Okay!" The two mothers-in-law and daughter-in-law quickly took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, hung the big rice paper in the air, and wrote one on the front and one on the back.
The black ink soaked into the rice paper and stuck together, and this is the cultivation technique hidden in Hongzhong.
No matter where he leaves it, others can naturally find it if they look for it. In this case, Li Huowang is hidden in the most secret person's memory.
"Sit cross-legged and calm the mind, relax and be natural. Lips and teeth are lightly closed, and breathing is slow. The hands must be firmly held, and the eyes must look straight. Gather the divine light and reach the heart of heaven..."
Looking at the content on it, Li Huowang's hands trembled slightly. At this moment, the light paper weighed a thousand pounds in his eyes. He never expected that he would finally get the cultivation technique he dreamed of.
Without any hesitation, Li Huowang immediately sat cross-legged, clasped his hands, and was ready to start practicing.
"Brother Li, please wait a moment. This may be something Doulao thought of. Since it has put this cultivation technique into your memory, is it waiting for you to practice it?"
These words immediately made Li Huowang stop suddenly, and looked at the cultivation technique in his hand with a very complicated expression. "Are you saying that there are risks in practicing this thing?"
"Not necessarily, but you should think twice before you act. Don't forget that you are not Hongzhong, you are Li Huowang, and that past is not yours."