The holy white light poured on the Lethe River, as if to send a wisp of fragrance to the filthy Lethe River, and the resentment of the Lethe River for many years disappeared when the light passed through, and only the clear spring flowed gently. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bottom of Lethe River is gray, it does not belong to the gloom of black, it does not belong to the depth of brown, it is the thoughts of the old years, it is the melancholy of the soul.

With tears on his face that had not yet dried up, Jun Qianyan slowly bent down, stretched out his hand as white as jade, and caressed the flower in front of him with his slender fingers.

The white flowers on the other side stand quietly on the Lethe River, like a fairy bathed in the holy light, standing with a smile, shy, tender stamens condensing beads, full of dripping, fragrant bursts, refreshing people's hearts.

The slender fingers swam in the leaves, and his hand disappeared in place after passing through the leaves one by one, and his hand stroked it very carefully, and none of them fell, and the fingers stopped, and the flowers scattered.

He stood quietly in the center of Lethe alone, his jet-black hair casually draped behind him, the bridge of his nose, his thick eyebrows slightly raised, and under the long and slightly curled eyelashes, a pair of beautiful eyes of the aura of Zhong Tiandi were clear but bottomless.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the abundance is like jade.

"Saint?" The black impermanence was completely stunned, a pair of eyes were bigger than a light bulb, and the other party's body emitted a holy light, like a bright lamp, illuminating the way back for the world.

"It's so handsome." Bai Wuchang's face was full of surprise, the other party's appearance, the other party's clothing, and the other party's every movement had an incomparable charm.

Jun Qianyan's face regained calm, no joy or sorrow, no desire and no desire, stepping on the Lechuan River step by step, no mana, no Taoism, an ordinary person walked on the Lechuan River that the world feared as if walking on the ground.

When he arrived at the shore, Jun Qianyan's face showed a warm smile, as comfortable as the big boy next door, and said, "Can we continue our journey?" ”

"Yes, you can." Black and white impermanence hurriedly agreed, the other party was too mysterious and unpredictable, and after arriving in the underworld, it kept causing all kinds of incredible changes.

Hei Wuchang said honestly to Bai Wuchang: "Big brother, why are you?" ”

Bai Wuchang wiped the corners of his mouth, but he still scolded angrily: "Roll out." "Jun Qianyan's appearance just now is too holy, even the male ghost can't be spared.

After this incident, the relationship between the two ghosts and one person seemed to be closer, and the three of them continued to move forward, and in the distance, they could already see a majestic ancient city towering in the depths of the netherworld.

Walk more than ten miles, see a bridge on the Lethe River, divided into upper, middle and lower three layers, the bridge deck is narrow and smooth, there is a god on both sides of the bridge, a person on the left side wears a small gauze hat, white and black boots, long beard and beard, one hand holds the jade belt, one hand holds a book, holds a wooden card, writes the word "day patrol", a person on the right has small cheeks and bare shoulders, is born with arms, holds a wooden card, writes the word "night watch" on it.

Spirits of the dead came to the bridge, and when they passed by the two gods, they were very afraid, and the spirits were scattered by the two of them at the head of the bridge, and walked on three different decks.

Jun Qianyan looked at the bridge in front of him and asked, "Could it be that this is the legendary Nai He Bridge?" ”

Bai Wuchang explained with a smile: "Exactly, the two stupid big men standing by the bridge are the day wandering gods and the night wandering gods, the souls of the yang world are separated by the bridge, the ghosts of the good can safely pass through the upper bridge, the good and the evil cross the middle bridge, and the ghosts of the wicked cross the lower bridge, and most of them are stopped by the ghosts into the dirty waves under the bridge, and are bitten by copper snakes and iron dogs." ”

Bai Wuchang pointed to a stone platform on the Nai He Bridge and said: "This stone platform is called Wangxiang Terrace, and the wandering soul stands on it, and the five continents and four oceans can be seen. At the end, there was inevitably a bit of remembrance and sighing.

Jun Qianyan raised his eyes to look at each other, but saw that the stone platform was wide and narrow, the face was like a bow back, and the back was like a bowstring in a flat row, except for a stone-level path, the rest were all sword mountains and sword trees, which was very steep.

Hei Wuchang continued: "Originally, Wangxiangtai was set up in the first hall, because Bao Lao Yan Luo was originally in charge of the first hall, because he was too merciful, mercy and death, repeatedly released the sun and the snow, was demoted to the fifth hall, and the head called the big hell and the sixteen small hells, and the Wangxiangtai was also moved here. ”

The ghosts on the Wangxiang platform are in a hurry, looking at the eyes and tears.

There is a person standing on the side of the Wangxiang platform, covered with a black robe, and there is no inch of skin visible on the upper and lower parts of the body, the black air is cloudy, and it is even more strange and unpredictable in the dark nine shades, from the perspective of his body, it should be a woman.

Jun Qianyan asked, "She is Meng Po." ”

Bai Wuchang replied: "Yes, let's go quickly, ignore her." Looking at her hurried appearance, she seemed to be a little afraid of Meng Po.

On the side of Meng Po, stand a huge stone, top-heavy, smooth as a mirror, carved with two mysterious divine patterns, at first glance it seems to divide the stone into three pieces.

Bai Wuchang pulled him to walk quickly: "Don't look at it, that stone is evil, it can reflect people's past and present lives." He was also really afraid, afraid that the other party would make something earth-shattering.

"I won't drink Meng Po soup even if I die! I will never forget her! "At the head of the bridge, there was a man dressed as a scholar, who was shouting hysterically, and even knocked over Meng Po's bowl, and the milky white soup was scattered all over the ground.

At this time, two huge figures stepped on the fog, a monster in the left hand, a bull head human hand, two feet of bull hooves, strong and strong, holding a steel hairpin, a monster in the right hand, a horse head and a human body, holding a spear and spear.

"Poof."

Seeing that the dispute was not enough, the scholar plunged into the Lethe River, and as soon as a living soul entered, the surrounding evil ghosts immediately rushed up, and ten thousand ghosts devoured their hearts, but even so, the scholar's face was still persistent.

Jun Qianyan admired the scholar's courage and pleaded: "Can the two impermanence brothers save him?" ”

Bai Wuchang shook his head and said helplessly: "Don't say that we don't help you, it's just that we have more than enough heart and not enough strength, we are just small officials with the size of sesame mung beans, and we are insignificant in the underworld, and the road is chosen by himself, and others can't interfere, otherwise the underworld will be chaotic." ”

"Alas, may a person's heart be inseparable." Jun Qianyan sighed, as if it was for the sake of the scholar and for himself.

Bai Wuchang comforted: "You don't have to worry too much, God has the virtue of a good life, although the scholar suffers, as long as he survives a thousand years, he can be reincarnated without drinking Meng Po soup with his memories and looking for the person he loves." ”

Jun Qianyan glanced deeply at the scholar in Lethe River: "After a thousand years, do you really hold on?" ”

"Let's go."

Stepping on the Nai He Bridge, crossing the Lechuan River, there is Wangxiang Terrace in front of you, and when you arrive here, Jun Qianyan said a little sadly: "Two impermanence brothers, can I stand on the stage and take a look at my hometown?" ”

There is no sun in the underworld, and the concept of time is not very accurate, and after at least three days, a figure appeared in his mind, and as time passed, the figure became clearer and clearer.

Cheng Hao's wrist is in the light yarn, the eyes are full of spring water, the head is obliquely inserted with jasper dragon and phoenix hairpins, the fragrant jade is tender and delicate and more beautiful than the flower, and the fingers are like cutting the root of the onion such as containing Zhu Dan, and a smile touches the soul.

"Xian'er, are you okay? Wait. His face was full of worry.

Black and white impermanence glanced at each other and said, "Okay, but you must leave with us immediately after reading it, no matter what happens." "After getting along, their relationship has become closer, and they are developing towards friendship.

Jun Qianyan nodded in agreement, his heart was apprehensive, and even more anxious, he could imagine her frowning, she must be crazy.

His feet stood on the lookout platform, looking into the distance, what he thought in his heart, as far as his eyes could see, a sea of flowers came into view, there was an intoxicating red, there was a cold plain white, there was a quiet and elegant light yellow, and there was a luxurious and compelling elegant purple......

Peony blossoms, graceful and luxurious, natural temperament, such as Luo Shen out of the water, a look at the city, a glance at the Honghong, Luoyang Peony City.

Only the peony is true to the national color, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom.

In the sea of flowers, he saw a mansion, pavilions, ponds, pavilions, rockeries, strange stones, vines and bamboos, and two big dragons lying on the ridge, with scales and claws, and two whiskers flying, as if they wanted to take off......

His heart trembled, his hands clenched, his eyes stared at the eaves, or the wisp of white yarn hanging on the eaves, the white yarn fluttered in the wind, there was nothing to rely on, only the dead children in the house would hang a white silk at the door, this is the rule handed down by the elders.

"Impossible!"

He hurriedly gathered his mind and looked towards the mansion, the mansion of Nuoda was crowded with people, Prime Minister Ye Cheng's face was sad, sitting on the Taishi chair in a daze, losing his mind and hurting his soul, he was just an ordinary old man and a kind father at this time.

An indescribable pain exploded in his heart, setting off a huge wave of extreme pain, and in the middle of the hall, a scarlet coffin was placed, and the coffin was filled with flowers, some red, some yellow, some green......

His eyes trembled, but also with disbelief, there was a woman lying quietly in the coffin, double ten years old, wearing a crown of flowers and jade phoenixes, wearing a pleated emerald microgroup, a jasper silk embroidered belt around her waist, and a flying fairy spring shoe, she was a fairy in the painting, why she was greedy for red dust.

"Why! Why! Why! Fairy! ”

Tears fell silently, crossed his handsome face, dripped on the Wangxiang platform, and shattered into eight petals, each with an indescribable sadness.

In the blink of an eye, heaven and man are separated forever.

When he wanted to look closer, a layer of thick fog obscured his sight and his heart, the underworld was still the underworld, everything had not changed, he didn't speak, he stood quietly in place, a depressing and sad aura permeated.