The shadows on the Huangquan Road are full of shadows, the memories of the previous life still remain in the heart, the moonlight of the mountains and lakes is sparkling, the enaiqing hatred is full of compassion, and after crossing the Nai He Bridge, everything is empty in an instant. The water of Lethe River is undoubtedly a good antidote for those ghosts who cling to the memory of the yang world, and a bowl of clear tea will be pulled out of the bone marrow even if it is lovesick to the bones.

"What do you care about so much? It's all gone, the person you're waiting for, he has already been reincarnated, you might as well drink this soul-forgetting soup earlier, reincarnate with him in the yang world, and renew your fate in the next life, right? ”

The woman took the tea bowl handed by the old woman and drank it down, and behind him was a strong man, his cheek was cut off in half, and blood was dripping, and the place he passed was stained with blood into a winding bloody path. The throat gurgled and let out an unwilling roar, but to no avail, even if he was unwilling, he could only let the ghost cha lock his throat and wait at the bridge.

"The grievances are over, let go of the hatred, and vote for a good family in the next life, right?"

Zhao Meng handed a large bowl of Soul Forgetting Soup to the man, and he looked away, and the bleeding wound was bubbling like a stream.

"That wicked man has taken possession of my land, killed my father and mother, and harassed my wife and daughter, and I will surely take this breath to the next life, and throw it into his house, and become his descendant to repay this blood debt!" Gritting his teeth, he reached out and wiped a handful of bloody cheeks, one of the remaining eyes dripping with bloody tears.

"Child, with a deep hatred, you will repeat the same mistakes in the next life, why not let it go? Drink this bowl of tea, forget what should be forgotten, right? Come on, drink it, shall we? ”

The tea bowl was handed to his lips, almost forcedly, and the man pushed it away angrily, and while the ghost was going to count the numbers, he struggled to break the iron lock and push away the line that was slowly moving forward in front. When he was about to rush to the wheel, he was suddenly dragged by someone, and a white Sensen's hand stretched out from the big hole in his chest, the man was in pain, but he couldn't make a sound, his mouth was open, and the soul-forgetting soup was poured into his mouth, still resisting.

"Bring another bowl!"

Zhao Meng handed the tea bowl to Qing Li, she grabbed him by the throat and poured it down, the man shook twice and became quiet.

"What's your name?"

The man shook his head blankly, "Do you remember who you hated against?" Qingli continued to ask, and the man still shook his head.

"Alright, you can go over!"

Qingli let go of his hand, and only after the man quietly stepped on the wheel platform did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"I don't know if I'm too cruel to do this." She is a little unbearable, she has been in the underworld for so long, she has done a lot of this kind of thing, and it has gradually become a habit, but she has always found it difficult to accept, it is obviously a ghost who has been killed very badly, but her memory has been forcibly erased, and in the next life, maybe she will still be bullied by the enemy, and she will never be able to turn over.

"Ah Li is a bit different from the Ah Li of the past." Zhao Meng smiled and beckoned Qingli to sit down, and the two sat side by side on the bench, a large pot in front of them was steaming, and it looked even more weird and gloomy in the dim underworld.

"Aunt Meng, bring me a bowl of soul-forgetting soup." Qingli said in a low voice, "I don't dare to bear these injustices I have created, does Aunt Meng think I am stupid?" ”

“…… Ah Li is not stupid, but affectionate, if you are an unintentional person, will you still worry about these feelings? Zhao Meng patted Qingli's shoulder and sighed: "Look at your hands, I don't know how much blood has been shed, didn't you put half of your soul on that jade carving when you put half of your soul on that jade carving?" Now, he's doing what you want, so don't think about it anymore. ”

Zhao Meng filled a bowl of warm tea and handed it to Qing Li, "Do you really want to taste it?" ”

"I should have done that." Qingli took the tea bowl and took a sip, the entrance was sour, the bitterness came immediately, and every wisp of the past floated from a very distant place, haunting his heart. Spicy, bitter, numb, it's really like a hundred flavors of life, the more you drink, the more sober you become. "Aunt Meng, why do I seem to remember more clearly?" She looked at Zhao Meng with teary eyes, "Could it be that Aunt Meng's Soul Forgetting Soup is fake?" ”

"Ah Li is lovesick, and my soul-forgetting soup can't resolve your troubles and sorrows." Zhao Meng was helpless, and persuaded softly: "In the past, I also thought that this tea soup made of Lethe River water could erase my memory, it turned out that it not only could not clear the grievances and hatreds, but would engrave this memory into my heart, slowly, I didn't force it, how long the days were by this bridge, I can't remember, that person has never been to this place, I think, he must still hate me." ”

Qingli knew who the person in Zhao Meng's mouth was, and it was inconvenient to ask further, everyone had their own secrets hidden in their hearts, she sighed softly, resigned from Zhao Meng, and returned to Shuitian Cave Mansion.

"Mother-in-law, you're back, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Qingli stood still, Mu Ran stood in front of her, the distance between the two was very close, so quiet that he could hear his slightly rapid breathing, his mood was a little nervous, obviously waiting for her for a long time for Ling Cui's business.

"I went back to the underworld to ask the Netherworld King for advice, and he told me that there is a lake in the ancient realm of Xiyuan, called Ranjing Lake, have you heard of it?"

Mu Ran thought for a while, and suddenly remembered that three thousand years ago, the Liuyun Fairy of the Heavenly Realm went down to the Ranjing Lake to play in the water without permission, which caused a flood, and the lake swelled, flooding a local ancient city, the Ranjing Ancient City, and since then the Liuyun Fairy has been relegated to the lake, and over time has become a water demon. The Three Realms have not heard from her for many years, what is the connection between this Mirror Lake and the reshaping of Ling Cui's body and soul?

"Since you know about Ranjing Lake, then I don't need to elaborate, the water demon in the lake has a net bottle, which was given by the Heavenly Holy Emperor, named Twilight Streamer, with strong mana, I think, as long as you get the Mirror Streamer, Ling Cui will be saved, but this Mirror Lake is not something that can be found casually."

Hearing this, Mu Ran was lost again, not so much to be saved, but to look forward to a miracle, he sighed softly and muttered: "The Xiyuan Ancient Realm is extremely wide, where are you going to find it?" ”

"In the Midyear Festival, Ranjing Lake will definitely reappear, the water demon will definitely come out to absorb the surrounding souls, and be sealed at the bottom of the lake for thousands of years, she must not be willing to be lonely, as long as she reaches the Xiyuan Ancient Realm before the Midyear Festival, even if she waits for the rabbit, she will definitely find her whereabouts." Qingli then said, "I've told you how to save her, should you also promise me at the beginning?" ”

He was slightly stunned, looked up at her, she turned her face to the side, he faintly saw her eyes glowing with water, "Of course, what I promised, I will definitely not break my promise, I don't know what my mother-in-law wants?" ”

After hesitating for a while, Qingli replied: "I want you to listen to me in everything from now on, and you can't shirk what I let you do." She turned her back to him, "If you don't keep quiet, I'll take you as promised, and from this moment on, if you dare to disobey my orders, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

He looked at her back and walked away, leaning against the wall dejectedly, "Mu Ran, is there a way?" ”

He didn't look back, Qu Sang stood quietly beside him, "Mu Ran, I just heard the conversation between you and your mother-in-law, the water demon in Ranjing Lake is extraordinary, and it is dangerous to go, do you really want to go?" He knew that he couldn't persuade Mu Ran, and he could only ask Mu Ran's Jihua tentatively, if he insisted on going, he would follow without hesitation, and by the way, he would see when the idiot couldn't stay up and hung up, so he could naturally replace him.

"You don't have to worry about my business." Mu Ran replied coldly, his eyes slightly closed on his back, and his brows were closed.

Qu Sang's heart sank, and then he smiled lightly: "Don't get me wrong, I will accompany you." He stared at Mu Ran, his eyes glowed with soft light, and he unconsciously moved his fingers, and just raised his hand, Mu Ran opened his eyes suddenly and stared straight at him.

"I have nothing to do with you, so why do you want to go with me?"

He lowered his eyes and whispered: "What I said is that you treat me as a stranger, and I treat you as a ...... It's a close friend, one more friend, one less danger, will you refuse me? ”

After a while, Mu Ran replied casually: "Whatever you want, although I don't know what your purpose is, since you are willing, I have no reason to refuse." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Qu Sang and returned to the room with an expressionless face.

"When will my aunt teach me the art of charming?" Rourou held her cheeks with both hands, blinked her eyes, looked at Qu Sang with dark eyes, he leaned against the window, his fingers supported his forehead, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and the green silk on his forehead slowly hung down, falling straight on the white robe, black and white, full of style.

She has seen many men, full of brains, treacherous and cunning, knowledgeable, noble and arrogant, but she has never seen a scholar as fascinating as Qu Sang. The face is full of soft spring light, and her smile is full of style, sometimes, she will feel that he is a graceful beauty in a trance, however, even if she is a beauty, she is not so elegant.

"Why don't you always understand my mind?"

He was absent-minded, sighed, and said with a soft smile: "Auntie, don't you like Miss Lingcui?" After thinking about it, when she wanted to seduce Mu Ran, Qu Sang warned her that the man was his, and no one could touch it, could it be that his sweetheart was Mu Ran? It turns out that such a handsome scholar likes to break his sleeves and split peaches, as a man, it's a pity, how did she know that under the appearance of that dignified man, what is wrapped is a woman's heart, and it is just a matter of making people.

"You say, where can I not match that stupid woman?" Qu Sang turned to her suddenly, her thoughts froze instantly, looking at him blankly, with a fair and softly lined face, a pair of peach blossom eyes, anyone who sees it can't help but think about it.

"Close your eyes!" He shouted softly, covering her eyes, "I'm going to go with Mu Ran to find Ranjing Lake, these days, you will stay here honestly." ”

"I'm going to ...... too," before the words fell, Qu Sang approached her and kissed her on the cheek, "Depending on your Taoism, leaving the Shuitian Cave Mansion will only become a meal for other monsters, but although you can't help, you can still help me." ”

She was puzzled, he grabbed her, his lips against hers, her body tensed, and suddenly she felt her heart tremble, and her body began to shake violently.

The person in his arms struggled for a while and then stopped moving, he picked her up horizontally and walked to the side of the bed, put it down gently, and covered it with a thin quilt, "Your hundreds of years of Taoism will lend me for the time being, and I will return it to you when I finish my work." He leaned down to kiss her cold forehead, blew out the candle, and gently withdrew.