Mu Shan wandered numbly through the streets, not knowing where he was going or where he could go, like a homeless lonely ghost, staggering forward alone, covered with blood all over his body, the sword blade that kept bleeding down, and the cold aura around his body made the people around him avoid him.

The noisy sounds in my ears finally disappeared, replaced by bursts of shade and birdsong, and the petals as white as snow drifted over like a drizzle with the breeze, sticking to the hair and clothes, exuding a faint fragrance.

Mu Shan brushed a petal between the silks, the white with a faint red color, the soft and smooth touch, how much like the face in memory......

Take a step lightly, walk into the whole sea of flowers, the time precipitated in the memory, in the petals one after another, with them stretching and dancing.

This used to be the favorite place for me and Xiuniang, and it was also the place where I carved the most beautiful memories......

The tenderness of the ear disease rests on the forked fingertips like petals......

The soft-spoken laughter, wrapped in the wind in the forest, lingered vaguely in my ears......

The chasing and frolicking figure reappears in the spacing of each three-life tree......

The corners of Mu Shan's mouth opened slightly, smiling slightly, looking at the past that will never be forgotten, looking at the most precious memories in his life, laughing silently, laughing at vicissitudes, and smiling sadly......

Slowly pacing in the quiet and uninhabited flower forest, tasting the hottest, craziest and most cruel emotions in the depths of my heart, the blood all over my body was like erupting magma, surging hotly, rushing to my eyes, turning into hot and burning tears, slowly flowing down my cheeks, dripping in the fragrant petals all over the ground.

The teardrops were hot, but the tear stains quickly turned cold, as if the blood in the body, as if the red emotion, as if the ups and downs of life ......, everything was as cold as falling into an ice cave, freezing that people couldn't breathe......

"Sima Yuchen, Mu Shan, Fu Xiuniang......" Mu Shan gently stroked the three names engraved on the Sansheng tree, but his fingers seemed to touch the tip of a needle, which made him feel a tingling pain, but he refused to let go.

"Pop ......" a small fruit fell from the branch and gently smashed on Mu Shan's head.

"Sansheng tree, a hundred years of growth, a hundred years of flowering, a hundred years of fruit......" Mu Shan picked up the far from ripe, very small and tender fruit on the ground, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly, only to feel a sour and bitter taste, through the throat, straight to the bottom of the heart.

"The three-life tree, the three-life fruit, and the three-life relationship, it turns out to be such a taste......"

Mu Shan squatted under the tree, holding his head with his hands around his knees, just squatting quietly, as if a person who was extremely tired, turned into a stone man who no longer had joy, and kept away the wind and rain and scenery of the whole world forever!

Time passed day after day, and there were countless disciples coming and going on Longyin Mountain, but no one found Mu Shan, who was squatting under the trunk of the tree and had been buried by flower petals, as if it was just a raised piece of soil, without life and breath......

"Aren't you distressed......

Hearing someone stop in front of him to speak, Mu Shan reluctantly raised his head and glanced at the two people standing in front of him, one was wearing a blue-green Baicao Liantian robe, with a beautiful face, and his whole body exuded a transcendent and dusty temperament, which was the Jiang Zhuru that Mu Shan knew. The other person is dressed in white like snow, tall and graceful, and his facial features are extremely beautiful, especially between the picturesque eyebrows and eyes, with a kind of ice-like indifference, which makes people appreciate it in their hearts, and at the same time has a sense of alienation from respect and distance, but it is Sima Yuchen, who has an emotional entanglement with Mu Shan, and Sima Yuchen, who is intertwined with love and hate.

In an instant, a trace of fluctuation flashed in Mu Shan's eyes, and then quickly turned into stagnant water, glowing with a heavy twilight and loneliness, as if the whole person had gradually rotted from the inside out.

“…… What can I do......" Sima Yuchen hesitated, struggled, and said sadly: "I am still an enemy ......with him, why should I help him, and what ability can I ...... him?"

"He, the person he loves is not my ......" Sima Yuchen laughed self-deprecatingly, laughing extremely bitterly, extremely unwilling: "Do you want me to go to the palace and help him tie people up!" If it helps, why use me to do it, he would have done it himself! ”

"All causes and effects in the world are already predestined in the dark." Jiang Zhuru pointed to the name engraved on the trunk of the Sansheng tree and said, "Although he and Fu Xiuniang are in love, they are destined not to tie the knot. and you, although they are entangled in grievances, they are destined to have an inseparable marriage of three lifetimes. Let the past pass, time will smooth out all the wrinkles, and holding on to it is equivalent to smearing salt on the wound, which is not advisable for others or oneself. ”

"Senior ......, I ......" Sima Yuchen looked at Jiang Zhuru for help, and said hesitantly: "What should I do?" ”

Jiang Zhuru put the wine jar in his hand in front of Sima Yuchen and said, "Give him a drink!" ”

"Wine?" Sima Yuchen hugged the wine jar, although it had not yet been opened, he could already smell a rich aroma: "Senior, you can't let him soak in the wine jar for the rest of his life, right?" ”

"I can't!" Jiang Zhuru smiled and said: "This is not the wine of the world, but the pulp of the emperor, which can make people forget all the sadness and pain, as long as he drinks it, he will no longer remember who Fu Xiuniang is, and he will no longer remember the unhappiness between him and you." You guys, you can start over. ”

"Does it work?" Sima Yuchen was quite moved, and said: "He is immune to any medicine in the world, this emperor's pulp ......."

"Don't worry, if it didn't work, I wouldn't have come out and run like this. The thing has been handed over to you, and the rest is between you and him. Jiang Zhuru turned around and left alone, and said: "The Three-Day Awakening Pill that has been refined for several years is finally about to be completed, at this critical moment, there is no room for the slightest mistake, and I will not accompany it." ”

"Mu Shan, Mu Shan......" Sima Yuchen squatted beside Mu Shan with the wine jar, gently brushed off the petals on his body for him, and called his name over and over again, but all he got was deathly silence: "Come, drink it, all the pain will be gone......"

"You're drinking!" Sima Yuchen put the wine jar to Mu Shan's mouth, even if she said all the good things, Mu Shan seemed to be ignorant and unconscious, just stunned there, as if the whole person had been buried in the ground, waiting for the final decay.

Sima Yuchen wanted to forcibly pour the slurry of the emperor into Mu Shan's mouth, but he couldn't pry his mouth open, so he could only let the slurry of the emperor flow down from his nose and mouth, exuding a rich and attractive fragrance.

"I can understand your pain...... when I left Luoyang and left Sima's house, I thought I had nothing, wandering alone, helpless, and then I found out that I hadn't lost anything, since they never really cared about me, why should I be sad and cry for them all day long? It's just that a few names are missing that annoy me, what's so bad about it......"

Sima Yuchen explained softly: "She is not your everything, without her, can't you live?" So what about your mother? What about her old man? Who will take care of her later life? Do you want her to live on the streets, eating and sleeping in the open? Who will be able to send her to the end of a hundred years? Do you want to watch her expose her corpse to the wilderness and become the food of wild beasts? ”

Mu Shan's body trembled suddenly, his eyes finally regained a trace of clarity and affection, and his closed teeth slowly opened, allowing the sweet and mellow slurry to pour into his throat.