"History? The past? Da Qi, Da Liang?"
Li Huowang listened in astonishment as Zhuge Yuan spoke. It was even more shocking than if he himself were the Red Mahjong. "Is this possible? Can things that have already been predetermined be changed just by saying so?"
"Why not? The history of Da Qi was falsely occupied by Da Liang. Why can't your past be changed?"
In fact, this was exactly what Li Huowang was worried about. Although Zhuge Yuan had never harmed him, he knew that some of the things he knew might not be true.
Just as Li Huowang was about to say something, he suddenly thought, if all of this is true, then does that mean he is not the Red Mahjong? Is the world on the other side real?
"But..." Li Huowang thought of this and his mind suddenly stopped. "If I am indeed the Red Mahjong, then the other side must be fake. But my past was clearly not the Red Mahjong, so is the world on the other side real or fake?"
"Li Xiong? Li Xiong, are you okay?" Seeing Li Huowang standing still, Zhuge Yuan asked with concern.
"I'm fine, let him be. You may not know, but this kid often gets lost and confused like this," the Illusion of the Zuo Wang Dao mocked from the side.
But just as he said that, Li Huowang immediately asked, "Zhuge Xiong, are you serious about what you said? Can a person's past really be changed?"
After all, this was too shocking. Even a person's predetermined past could be changed. What kind of existence could do that?
Zhuge Yuan nodded, "Ordinary people naturally can't do it, but think about it, the one beside you at that time was the Dou Lao."
As the one in charge of the Yin and Yang Heavenly Dao, being able to do such bizarre things seemed to be completely logical. However, there was one question that Li Huowang couldn't figure out. "Zhuge Xiong, why did it do this?"
"It even killed me, and I wasn't surprised, but why did it go to such lengths to fill me with the past of the Red Mahjong?"
Even if it was the Dou Lao, there must be a reason for everything, right? Could it be that it did the same thing as the Zuo Wang Dao, filling itself with the past of the Red Mahjong just for fun? But this is not fun at all.
This question seemed to stump Zhuge Yuan as well. After thinking for a while, he shook his head slightly. "I don't know, but no matter how you look at it, you can't be the Red Mahjong. If you were really the Red Mahjong, I would have noticed it the moment I saw you at the Buddha Bone Temple."
Indeed, Zhuge Yuan could discern the Zuo Wang Dao, and he could also search for the extra memories in his mind. It seemed that Li Huowang didn't have the ability to disguise himself too much, and he couldn't deceive Zhuge Yuan.
"Li Xiong," Zhuge Yuan said seriously, his expression becoming too serious.
"Put aside the matter of me cultivating as a fake for now. This past of the Red Mahjong is your top priority now. I don't think there is no danger in this matter. The Dou Lao must have some purpose."
"No, now that I know that the past of the Red Mahjong is fake, this matter, which has little harm, can be put aside for now."
Li Huowang interrupted him, turned over and mounted his horse again, his eyes shining.
"In the memories of the Red Mahjong, I have seen cultivation techniques! Real cultivation techniques! No matter what I want to do in the future, I must get my hands on this!"
"Oh? The Red Mahjong really has them? Where are they?" Zhuge Yuan was also very surprised.
"They are hidden in a very secret place. I'm going to get them back now."
In order for others to find them, the Red Mahjong deliberately placed them far away. Li Huowang had already run for hundreds of miles. In a small town on the street of the Jiangnan Road in Da Liang, Li Huowang walked slowly with his horse and mantou.
Today's weather was cold and damp, with a cold wind blowing, and it was already night. But there were quite a few people on the street, burning yellow paper in white circles, with most of them at intersections.
It was only now that Li Huowang realized that it was already Qingming. He had been in this world for over a year.
As he walked, he gradually heard angry curses in the distance.
"Hit you, a little person's head, wait until you have no air to breathe, go and hit your head every day;
Hit you, a little person's face, wait until your whole family goes crazy, becoming idiots for the rest of their lives;
Hit you, a little person's eyes, wait until you bump into things every day, being beheaded by others every day;
Hit you, a little person's ears, wait until your ears rot every day, wiping your ass with your fingers;
Hit you, a little person's mouth, wait until you breathe like smelling fart, everyone in the neighborhood knows."
Li Huowang turned his head to the source of the sound and saw an old woman who looked to be in her seventies or eighties sitting on a small wooden stool, vigorously slapping a palm-sized yellow paper person on the ground with her shoe horn.
When she heard the sound of horse hooves, the old woman didn't hurry to look up. While slapping, she immediately started bargaining, "Two hundred wen for hitting a little person, don't think it's expensive. Mine is more effective than other places! If you don't believe me, go and ask around!"
Li Huowang pointed to the mole on her chin with a strand of hair and said, "Instead of hitting a little person, how about playing Mahjong? You and me, plus your daughter-in-law. The three of us can play."
The old woman was immediately stunned. When she looked up and saw Li Huowang's appearance, her sharp face went blank for a moment, and then she immediately put on a smile. "Sure! It will definitely work. Let's go! Let's go!"
Under the enthusiastic invitation of the old woman, Li Huowang quickly sat down at the Mahjong table with her and her fat daughter-in-law.
The three of them looked at the empty seat left, as if waiting for something.
"Snap!" Li Huowang slapped a Red Mahjong tile on the table. "We're missing one person. Why don't you write it down?"
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"Okay!" The two women quickly took out pens, paper, and inkstones, and hung a large piece of Xuan paper in the air. One wrote on the front and the other on the back.
The black ink soaked through the Xuan paper and stuck them together. This was the cultivation technique hidden by the Red Mahjong.
No matter where it was left, others could naturally find it. Since that was the case, Li Huowang hid it in the memory of the most secretive person.
"Sitting calmly, calming the mind, gently closing the lips, breathing slowly, firmly grasping the hands, looking straight ahead with the eyes, gathering the divine light to reach the heavenly heart..."Looking at the content, Li Huowang's hand trembled slightly. At this moment, the light paper in his eyes weighed a thousand pounds. He never expected that the cultivation method he had been dreaming of was finally in his hands.
Without any hesitation, Li Huowang immediately crossed his legs, clenched his fists, and prepared to start practicing.
"Brother Li, wait a moment. This might also be part of what Doumu has thought of. Since it put this cultivation method into your memory, is it waiting for you to practice?"
These words suddenly made Li Huowang stop, looking at the cultivation method in his hand with a very complex expression. "Are you saying that practicing this thing is risky?"
"Not necessarily, but you have to think twice before you act. Don't forget, you are not Red, you are Li Huowang, that past is not yours."
