However, the bridge is on the road, and the right and wrong do not cross the Lechuan River. There is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone, and Meng Po will be on the side of the Wangxiang platform.

The legendary Lechuan River is blood-yellow, full of lonely souls and wild ghosts that cannot be reincarnated, insects and snakes are dense, and the fishy wind blows in the face. There is a bridge on the Lechuan River, there is an old woman sitting by the bridge, named Meng Po, if you want to cross the Lechuan River, you must cross the Nai He Bridge, if you want to cross the Nai He Bridge, you must first drink Meng Po soup, and if you don't drink it, you can't be reincarnated.

None of this has ever been seen in Nahe City, but the reality is that when you pass away, you become a "Time Walker", and there will be a deacon or mission apostle to guide you and bring you to Naho City. At this time, you need to go through the vortex of fate to randomly find one of the masters in East Joy, West Anger, South Mourning, and Northern Music, and deal with your own afterlife. They have faithfully recorded your life's experiences in the book of life. Depending on what you've done in your life, decide whether your next stop is to go to Leqiu or the Valley of Asceticism. Leqiu leads to the legendary heaven, while the bitter ruins are the legendary hell.

People live for the sake of this "book of life". From the time you croaked to the last breath of air, you tasted the ups and downs, and only when you got this "book of life" can you truly understand "who I am" and know "where to go".

There are also a very small number of people who are obsessed and unwilling to leave.

For example, Li Bai and Princess Qingjue, they have been hiding in Tibet in the east of the city, evading the pursuit of the commander. Strangely, they were chased twice by the Commander and rescued by a masked man both times. The people who rescued them didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, they led them to a lake full of weeping willows, and saw that there were two horses parked in parallel on the shore at intervals, Li Bai and Qing Jue galloped on the horses, and the horses galloped up, and in a blink of an eye, half of the incense work passed, and they still stayed on the lakeside, and then the two found that these horses would only run around the lake, and if they went on like this, they would probably never be able to leave here, at this time they wanted to turn over and dismount, but their buttocks were firmly stuck to the saddle, so that they could not move.

The green lotus leaves of the lake are crowded together, and the sound of laughter and laughter is faintly heard in the center of the lake, and three small boats swing out of the lotus leaf bushes, slowly rowing towards the shore.

"It's a lotus picker. Li Bai said to the county lord of Qingjue.

The scenery in front of you is as written in the poem:

Ruoye Creek picks lotus girls, laughing at lotus flowers.

The sun shines on the new makeup, the water is bright, and the wind is fragrant in the air.

On each leaf boat, there is a lotus picking girl, they comb their hanging buns, and they are wearing goose yellow, emerald blue, and leaf green three-color Luo skirts, all of them smiling like flowers.

"Why don't you want to leave?" The lotus picker girl in a goose-yellow Luo skirt asked, her accent was the same as Li Bai's, and it was the official Jinling Yayan.

"Back to the girl, we can't stay together for a long time when we are alive, but we want to be with each other after we die. Li Bai held the hand of the county lord of Qingjue, and never let go, he looked at Qingjue affectionately, as if she was his world, for him, as long as Qingjue was by his side, what about the sea of swords?

The three lotus pickers smiled at each other and rowed away.

The lotus picker girl wearing a chlorophyte Luo skirt turned her head halfway and looked at Li Bai for a long time, and then she whistled, and a majestic Hai Dongqing flew in the sky, waving its huge wings and hovering above Li Bai's head.

Li Bai and the county lord of Qingjue continued to be trapped on horseback, guarding each other with confidence, and this moment was already a precious happiness for them.

"Li Lang, being able to ride a horse with you and wander the world is what Qing Jue wanted to do most before his death, and I really hope we can always do so. Qing Jue smiled sweetly.