Chapter 34 Prophet

The wine is spicy, and Lin Qinglong doesn't want to drink it anymore. But in full view of the public, if you don't drink, you don't seem to be manly enough.

At this moment, Bai Ceshi stepped in and said to Lin Qinglong, "Lin Shaoxia, let's do it. The Prophet is waiting for you."

Lin Qinglong smiled indifferently and hugged everyone and said, "If there is a chance, let's drink it next time." Then he followed Bai Ceshi. As soon as he left the hall, Bai Ceshi whispered to Lin Qinglong, "Lin Shaoxia, you can come with the unconscious girl. The prophet said that he can help you wake up the girl."

Lin Qinglong was stunned when he heard the words. Without saying anything, a ghost flashed into the carriage in an instant, picked up Su Meier, and then walked out with Bai Ceshi to the altar step by step.

On the way, the two had a wordless conversation. Lin Qinglong learned from his words about some customs and habits of the Baiyan people. In addition to drinking strange spirits that were more spicy than peppers, there was nothing strange about it.

He also knew that Bai Ceshi was the patriarch of the Baiyan clan. As for other things, Bai Ceshi refused to elaborate. He only said that the Prophet would tell him all the stories, and the Prophet's words would never be wrong.

On this point, Lin Qinglong disagrees.

The two of them passed through the dark corridor and finally came to the huge stone room.

"Go in alone. The Prophet has been waiting for you."

Lin Qinglong nodded, carried Su Meier on his back, and strode towards the stone room.

Immediately, he saw the rickety old man sitting by the fire and facing him.

This must be the prophet of the Baiyan clan.

Lin Qinglong said, "The Bai patriarch just said that the Prophet is waiting for me." Then he smiled bitterly and said, "Although I don't know why, the people of the Baiyan clan are very enthusiastic and allowed our caravan to pass through here. This is very good. I haven't had time to thank you yet. However, I just heard that you can wake up Meier. Is it true?

"I'm really waiting for you." The prophet said oldly, "I've been waiting for you for many years."

The old prophet stood up tremblingly, turned around and was facing Lin Qinglong.

When Lin Qinglong saw the appearance of the prophet, he was stunned! His eyes were wide open, and even his mouth was not opened naturally. Such an expression was only revealed when Lin Qinglong was a child. Since he was sensible, he has never been so shocked.

Who would be so surprised to see?

Beautiful people? A handsome man? Ugly people? Ugly enough to be irreplaceable?

These are more amazing than seeing yourself, especially when you see the old you standing in front of you.

The appearance of the prophet of the Baiyan clan is exactly the same as that of Lin Qinglong!

In addition to their pale hair and wrinkled figure, their facial features are exactly the same!

This made Lin Qinglong speechless in surprise.

First of all, Lin Qinglong couldn't help but think of the blood relationship between the two. Only the blood of the two can look so similar. According to the calculation of age, the prophet of the Baiyan clan seems to be his grandfather or grandfather.

Lin Qinglong has long known that his biological father is the head of the mysterious door that he has never met. His name is Lin Zhen, and his biological mother, Gong Yueqing, has never been masked. In retrosceively, it seems to be a little ridiculous, but the reality is just like this!

The only thing that can confirm the identity of this prophet is his eyes. Ghost eyes, or mortal eyes?

Lin Qinglong stared at it and saw that although the old man was extremely old, his eyes were bright and there was no turbidity at all. Yes, this is the ghost's yin and yang eyes. Is he... his maternal grandfather? Lin Qinglong's mind rumbled. If this prophet is his grandfather, it is... the lord of the ghost country!

The prophet of the Baiyan clan (the old Lin Qinglong) smiled and said lightly, "I'm not what you think." He lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and then said, "I'm you!"

When this word comes out, it is like a bolt from the blue.

Lin Qinglong was completely stunned, and he was completely stunned.

"Believe it or not, this is the truth, Xiao Linzi, come here and I'll show you a few pictures."

The prophet held an ancient staff tremblingly and led Lin Qinglong to the stone wall in the stone room step by step.

This is a huge stone wall.

There are a lot of murals on it.

Lin Qinglong came forward with Su Meier on his back and looked carefully at the paintings on the wall. Soon, he found that these paintings were all painted by the same person.

It is Lin Qinglong himself.

Lin Qinglong glanced at the prophet of the Baiyan clan, and then began to see from the first painting.

The painting is very mottled. It seems that it has been a long time.

In the first picture is a wide street, on which there are many teenagers in a circle. These teenagers are extremely tall and strong, not under the Baiyan clan.

These strong teenagers are besieging one of the thin and weak teenagers. The beaten teenager is Lin Qinglong. Two strong teenagers tripped behind the thin teenager's hands, with a ferocious smile on their faces.

In front of him stood the tallest teenager, punching Lin Qinglong.

"I have almost forgotten about this matter." Lin Qinglong looked at the mural and recalled the past. It seemed that many years had passed, but when he saw the painting, the scene of that day clearly appeared in his mind.

So far, Lin Qinglong remembers what he said that day: "Today you punched me thirty-six times, and I will return thirty-six knives to you the next day. I will cut the knife on your face and teach you how to see!"

Looking back on his youth and ignorance, a smile appeared on Lin Qinglong's face.

The prophet was also smiling. The smile of the two of them was the same. They only heard the prophet say, "This battle is the most glorious battle in our lives. After many years, in retrospect, I still enjoy talking about it. The young frivolity is like the yellow flowers last night. Now, I'm old!"

Lin Qinglong nodded, believed the prophet in his heart, and then turned his head to look at the next mural.

In the second painting, Lin Qinglong confronted a giant in the dark night.

Lin Qinglong said, "This man is Wei Mao, the boss of Qingshan Sanba, the first monk I have fought with. That night, I was very scared. I'm afraid I'll die like that. No one knows, no one cares."

Know first: "But we still kill him and use Yao Shu."

Lin Qinglong nodded and then looked at the third painting.

In this painting, Lin Qinglong fell into a woman's arms, surrounded by a noisy market, next to a wonton stall.

The protagonists of the picture are Lin Qinglong and the matchmaker. When they met for the first time, it was Lin Qinglong who fell into the arms of the matchmaker. That time, it was a beautiful woman who saved the hero. Although this woman is a village girl, doesn't know how to cultivate truth, and there are many things she can't take away from, she only believes that one thing is that she is good to Lin Qinglong.

She is Lin Qinglong's first woman, but now she has become someone else's woman.

Lin Qinglong always thought that the matchmaker had got a good destination, but now that he sees this mural and recalls the past, he is faintly unwilling.

When the prophet of the Baiyan clan saw that Lin Qinglong looked gloomy, he understood that he was originally Lin Qinglong, and naturally knew him better than anyone else, so he said, "Xiao Linzi, those are all past events. They are all drawn by me. Now that you already know it, you don't have to look at it again, so as not to evoke sad past. Come here and look at this. Bian, here is what I really want you to see.

Lin Qinglong walked over and followed the hope of the prophet's old hand. In the painting, he stood tall in the woods, with a circle of black gas condensed in his left hand. Standing in front of him was a soldier of the Baiyan clan, which was given by the day.

Around him, Lin Qinglong can also vaguely recognize Huangfu Biao, Mu Zhong, Wan Gui and others.

This happened not long ago.

"Did you just see us do it?" Lin Qinglong asked, "Draw it so soon?"

The prophet shook his head with a smile, "I painted this picture decades ago. It's all about my past."

Lin Qinglong frowned and said, "I still don't understand." Now, although Lin Qinglong can be sure that the prophet is himself, because he knows everything about himself and draws what has happened, Lin Qinglong does not know why the prophet is so old. He keeps saying that he has been waiting for decades, what is he waiting for?

"Three days," the prophet looked at Lin Qinglong and whispered, "You still have three days to live. I'm here to change your fate!"

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