Yinglong sent Yuxin home, still thinking about what happened just now, what kind of dream made her so scared.

Yu Xin refused to confide in a word, no matter what Yinglong said, she didn't talk about it, and even later confided in Yinglong this dream.

Yinglong felt depressed, when did Yu Xin become like this, he even refused to tell him the content of a nightmare, he couldn't understand it, and after guessing for a long time, he couldn't understand Yu Xin's thoughts. So after a long time, I gradually forgot about it.

But after sending Yuxin away that night, Yinglong also experienced an incredible dream, which he remembered for a long time.

When he sent Yuxin home, he turned around and walked back.

Yinglong was very puzzled, Yu Xin looked very unhappy just now, and it was estimated that the nightmare was very terrible, which made her feel very uncomfortable. Yinglong guessed that Yu Xin's nightmare could be a murderous dream, no wonder she was reluctant to reveal the details.

Thinking of this, Yinglong sighed, feeling depressed, Yu Xin didn't trust him so much that he didn't even want to tell him about the scene in his dream.

He felt very depressed, and subconsciously walked to the door of a small bar, and after entering the door, he ordered a bottle of beer, sat by the window and drank it.

Yinglong sullenly drank his beer and looked out the window at the street scene.

Passers-by were blown by the cold wind and shrunk their necks in their scarves and walked in the cold.

It seems that the winter cold of this place has made them no longer nostalgic for the sights on both sides of the street, and are only eager to flee to the warmth of their homes so that they will no longer receive the baptism of winter.

Yinglong drank the beer in a dull manner, the golden liquid in the glass was slightly bitter, but he could feel a crisp taste in his mouth.

The beer swallowed in his stomach and made him forget all his worries for a while.

Yinglong quickly finished a bottle and ordered a small bottle of beer, continuing to taste the elixir that allowed him to leave all his worries behind.

Almost after drinking, Yinglong felt that his stomach was a little swollen, so he paid the bill and went home.

By the time he got home, he was already a little drunk.

So I had a big burp, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then shrunk into the bed to sleep.

In the inky darkness, Yinglong's eyes were slightly closed.

He couldn't help but think of the word "fate".

Does he have a fate with Yu Xin? Yinglong still remembers what Yu Xin told him: "Fate depends on heaven, and it depends on man."

So now that they have done their best, will they still be destined?

Yinglong didn't know, and he couldn't guess the outcome.

He frowned, rolled over, and lay facing the wall. Yinglong, who was already a little drunk, quickly became sleepy. It was very quiet and silent.

Yinglong's breathing began to become even and slow.

He was silent for a long time, feeling that he was unconsciously walking on a sheep's intestine path, twisting and turning, overgrown with weeds on both sides of the road, and not far away was a dense forest, unfathomable.

The sky was very dark, there was no bright moonlight, only the occasional white twilight shining on the road, I don't know if it was a crescent moon hiding among the clouds, or the stars in the sky cast a silver glow, but the dragon could not see a single figure around.

A cave of vines suddenly appeared not far ahead, and a clear spring suddenly appeared at the edge of the cave, and the water of the spring flowed in a small stream, which flowed slowly into a ravine on the edge of the cave, and slowly flowed into the depths of the woods.

Yinglong walked into the entrance of the cave, followed the sparse light in front of him, and groped for a long time.

After a few moments, he walked out of the cave and onto a path.

When he walked to the end of the path with some doubts, he saw an old stone bridge in front of him.

Under the bridge is a small river, the water of which is so clear that you can see geese scattered around the bottom of the river

Pebble. Walking on this crescent-shaped stone bridge, Yinglong looked around, and you could see the mountains in the distance.

It was all dark mountains, and near it was a dense meadow, and in the night an old woman walked slowly towards him.

The old woman, dressed in ancient costume, looked a little kind, and asked Yinglong, "Young man, what are you doing here?"

"I, I don't know how I got here, I'm still at home. ”

Yinglong replied at a loss.

The old woman smiled slightly: "Look what kind of place this is!"

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a large stone monument by the bridge.

Yinglong looked in the direction of her finger: "Ah! This is amazing, it turns out that this is Nai He Bridge!"

He immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "Could it be that I, this is impossible, wasn't it okay just now?"

Yinglong was flustered and was about to walk back, when the old woman hurriedly said to him: "Young man, I know you came here unintentionally, but don't worry!"

When Yinglong heard this, he felt that the old woman seemed to have something to say, so he turned and walked towards her: "Then you must know why I came here, right?"

The old woman smiled, "You are here for one thing!"

Yinglong felt strange: "For one thing, what is it, I don't know now, how do you know?"

The old woman said, "What does my Meng Po not know, didn't you still think about 'fate' in your mind just now?"

Yinglong shuddered: "Oh! This is incredible! How she knows, I didn't say." ”

Meng Po replied slowly: "Don't you just want to know if you have a fate with your sweetheart? Don't you want to know who you have a relationship with in your previous life, whether you have a fate in this life? But you shouldn't have broken into the Nai He Bridge, since you came by accident, let's take a look by the way." If you can't figure it out, it's up to you to cultivate yourself. ”

Yinglong wanted to leave, but Meng Po inadvertently said what was on his mind, so he followed her forward.

Meng Po took him along the path by the Lechuan River.

The source of the Lethe River is a large waterfall in the distance, and the water flowing from the waterfall falls into the Lethe River and becomes a river, the river is cold and biting, but it is very clear, and it is divided into countless tributaries in the lower reaches, running in all directions.

On the riverside there is an antique big copper tripod, which is engraved with two big seal characters of "forget worries".

Yinglong found a pot of clear soup boiling in Dingli, and the soup showed a crystal clear burgundy color in the night, and there was a fragrance of unnamed herbs.

If you look closer, you can see a few herbs and daylily-like buds floating in the soup.

Meng Po pointed to the pot of clear soup and told Yinglong: "Young man, this is 'Meng Po soup'." ”

Yinglong was surprised and asked, "This is 'Meng Po Soup', what are the herbs in that soup?"

Meng Po smiled: "This is the Forgetfulness Grass, and that flower is the Flower of the Forgetfulness Grass." This water is the water of the Lethe River. After drinking, you will forget all the troubles of your past and present lives, including your grievances and grievances, as well as the people you have loved and hated, and you will forget your feelings from then on. ”

Yinglong sighed deeply, "Forgetfulness?

He continued to ask Meng Po: "What if I don't want to forget the person I loved and don't drink Meng Po soup?"

Meng Po smiled, pointed to a boulder not far away and said, "Then write your wish on the Sansheng Stone, and then jump into the Lethe River, wait for a thousand years, and then reincarnate to find your loved one." Those who jumped into the Lethe River followed the direction they wanted to go, following the tributaries of the river downstream to the end. Along the way, they have to endure cold, scorching heat, and despair, until the end, they are reincarnated with the memories of their past lives. ”

Yinglong looked at the boulder, there were two magical patterns on the stone that divided the Sansheng Stone into three sections, and there was a red pattern running through the three sections of the boulder.

The Sansheng Stone is densely filled with words of various ages, and it seems that this boulder is very old.

Meng Po told Yinglong: "Your answer is on it, find it yourself!"

Yinglong suddenly came to his senses, but when he saw it, he felt dazzled, and hurriedly said, "But I can't understand it, what is written on it?"

Meng Po laughed: "Then you can find someone who can understand, my old eyes are dizzy, and there is no way to help you!"

Yinglong had no choice but to look carefully on the boulder in the middle.

Suddenly, he found a few lines of Juanxiu's handwriting: "Dragon: Looking at the three lives on the three-life stone, the fate of the three lives is eternal." Who did you fall in love with in your previous life?

At the end of the handwriting is engraved a small flower, which has oval petals and a small circle carved in the middle, which is very vividly drawn.

Yinglong repeated these lines of poetry several times, and felt that the person who left the handwriting was very infatuated and helpless.

As for what kind of flower that little flower is, who is it who left the verse, and for whom did she leave this ancient poem, preferring to jump into the Lethe River to find the person she loves?

Yinglong was confused, but didn't understand. But the word dragon, he understood, it should be reserved for a person with a dragon in his name. And don't I have a dragon character......?

He was puzzled, but he didn't know the answer.

"Who left it? Who the hell, if only I knew the name. Yinglong muttered in his heart.

He turned his head and saw Meng Po staring at the top line of writing that resembled oracle bone inscriptions, and sighed.

Yinglong was taken aback: "Could it be that Meng Po also has something on her mind?"

Does Meng Po also have an unfulfilled wish?

He looked at Meng Po again, although she was old, she was born with kind eyebrows, but she could also see that she was a beautiful woman when she was young.

Maybe the top line of handwriting was left by Meng Po. It's just that now she has become a god in the underworld, so she can only watch the people who walk on the Naihe Bridge one by one, and drink the "Meng Po Soup" she carefully boiled with regret, and what about the person she is waiting for?

"Meng Po, I've seen it. Yinglong looked at the old woman reverently.

"Alright, let's go! I guess you haven't understood it yet. ”

Meng Po glanced at Yinglong and walked forward.

Although Yinglong read the few lines of poetry, the answer in his heart was not solved, and he was wondering what those handwriting and the little flower meant.

"Young man, look ahead!" Meng Po said to Yinglong.

Yinglong looked up, and not far away was a field of flowers, full of flowers all over the mountain. The red and bright are like piles of burning flames. The flowers on the other side have flowers and no leaves, and on each corolla, the petals and stamens of the silk buckles bloom like gold and silver hooks, which is very amazing and eye-catching.