After Yang Huaiping defeated Ying Zhao, Ying Zhao took him to the depths of the misty valley, where Yang Huaiping saw a pure white and flawless flower bone growing on the pile of miserable white bones, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a lot.

Just as Yang Huaiping was about to touch the pure white and flawless flower bone, a cold and piercing voice came out, "Don't touch that flower bone, if you touch it, the flower bone will immediately wither!"

After hearing the sound coming from the thick white mist, Yang Huaiping subconsciously retracted his hand, and he slowly looked at the figure who came out of the thick white mist.

The scholar in the long shirt slowly walked to Yang Huaiping's side, and he said quietly: "This silk plant is formed by the deep resentment between heaven and earth, so you can only pick this silk plant by dripping the blood of your heart on the flower bones to make it bloom!"

Yang Huaiping's brows tightened and he stared at the man in the long shirt with a look of surprise, "You said that you watered this flower and bone with the blood of your heart, how much blood is there in your heart, and besides, if you really stab your heart, won't the whole person die?"

The scholar in the long shirt took out a pot of wine from his waist, he tilted his neck and poured a few sips into his mouth, and the man in the long shirt said quietly: "This flower bone is now in front of you, aren't you here for it, why are you hesitating now!"

All of a sudden, scenes from the past flashed in Yang Huaiping's mind like a movie, there were laughter and sadness, but more of that nostalgia and reluctance.

After about a cup of tea, Yang Huaiping broke free from the turbulent flow of memories, and he looked at the scholar in the long shirt with a firm gaze, "Bring a knife!"

The scholar in the long shirt seemed to be infected by Yang Huaiping's arrogance for a while, and he took out a deer cutting knife from his cuff and handed it to Yang Huaiping.

Yang Huaiping took the deer cutting knife and aimed it at his heart, but in an instant, gurgling blood flowed from the wound in Yang Huaiping's heart as if he didn't want money.

The trickle of blood instantly dyed the flawless white flower bones a bright red, and its folded petals bloomed brilliantly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yang Huaiping couldn't help but smile when he looked at the bright red flowers that bloomed, and then he felt his eyelids sink and fall.

The scholar in the long shirt dragged Yang Huaiping's fallen body to the place where many miserable white bones were piled up on the shore of the lake, and then he paced to the side of the silk plant and picked it off, the scholar in the long shirt slowly walked to an old willow tree next to the lake and sat down, he pulled out the jasper from his waist and Chang Xiao blew it with an affectionate face.

As the sound of the silent flute echoed in the misty valley, many lonely souls wandering in the heavenly space appeared.

Once upon a time, these lonely souls fell off a cliff, and to this day, they are still dissipated.

The scholar in the long shirt beckoned to a lonely soul with a beautiful face, and the lonely soul in classical clothes floated to his side, and the scholar in the long shirt said calmly: "Zijin, you said that after so many years, why haven't you been reincarnated yet!"

The lonely soul with a beautiful face said angrily: "I think that Ren Wenhua got my body with his rhetoric, but in the blink of an eye, he likes the new and dislikes the old and abandons me like a shoe, I really can't swallow this bad breath!"

The scholar in the long shirt nodded to a lonely soul with gray hair and motioned for him to come over, and then a lonely soul with a lonely expression in his hand floated towards him, and the scholar in the long shirt said with a humble face: "Why is Mr. Du unwilling to reincarnate for a long time!"

The gray-haired lonely soul sighed, and his voice was a little heavy: "My wife died early, and I raised my two children with hard work, but when I got old, they refused to give me a bite to eat, and they also designed to throw me down from the cliff of broken intestines, after experiencing this, I understand that it is too hard for people to live in the world, so I will not be reincarnated!"

"What about you, auspicious!" said the scholar in the long shirt to a middle-aged man with a bent back and a dull expression.

The middle-aged man said: "Du Lao didn't say much just now, life is a bitter word, I have no father and no mother since I was born, I was sent under the fence when I was a teenager, I was idle when I was young, I was obsessed with video games, I achieved nothing in middle age, I was homeless and unemployed, and I was cheated out of all my savings by a woman, I had to jump from this broken bowel cliff under the grief, and now I am like ashes, what is the point of not being reincarnated!"

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Then the scholar in the long robe took the trouble to ask one by one about the wandering spirits that were floating in the heavens and the earth, and there was not even a low grave overgrown with weeds, and now there was only a miserable white corpse left, and they all told about their unfortunate things in one way or another.

The scholar in the long shirt took a few sips of the wine jug in his hand, and he stretched out his finger and pointed to Yang Huaiping, who was lying on the pile of white grains, and his heart was still bleeding, and the scholar in the long shirt began in a deep voice.

"Look at the dying white-haired boy, he just wants to get the scarlet plant, he wants to go home to see his relatives, that kid stabs himself in the heart, and you look at the way you wander one by one without sustenance!"

The wandering spirits in the sky all looked at Yang Huaiping, who was lying on the white grain pile, and their faces showed an expression of all thoughts.

The scholar in the long shirt then spoke: "You wandering souls think that their fate is very miserable, but have you ever thought about it, the world is unsatisfactory seven or eight times out of ten, when you dislike the shoes on your feet do not fit, then you take a look at those who don't even have legs, you just blindly escape, unwilling to face those cruel realities, then you will never get happiness and happiness in your life!"

The wandering spirits floating in the heavens and the earth were all slightly stunned, and then they scattered one after another, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of the scholar's mouth, and he muttered to himself: "I always try to enlighten others, how can I not be a hard-working person myself!"

Immediately, the scholar in the long shirt walked to Yang Huaiping, who was lying next to the grain pile, he put the silk plant next to Yang Huaiping, and then the scholar in the long shirt opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of soul fire in the air, and he took the soul fire in the air in the palm of his hand and crossed into Yang Huaiping's mouth and disappeared.

When the sky was white, Yang Huaiping slowly opened his eyes, he found that the thick white mist shrouded in the valley had completely dissipated, and he looked around and found that the scholar in the long shirt was long gone, and only the bones of the devastated place were left nearby.

At this time, Qingluan slowly walked towards him with a brilliant blooming flower bone in his mouth, and with a happy face, he put the blood-red flowers in Qingluan's mouth into the hemp yellow bag around his waist, and he jumped onto Qingluan's back and said, "The bluebird flies to the crater due east!"