"I didn't know the sound of suona at first time, but I was already in the coffin when I heard it again.

Huangquan Road to find the underworld, after the ghost gate is closed, turn into a lonely soul

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, and the banks of the Lechuan River are also Lethe

However, the bridgehead sighed, and the three lives were written on the Sansheng Stone

Looking at the hometown in front of the platform to remember the past, Meng Po forgot this life

His Royal Highness the King of Hades crossed the remnant soul and would rather not be a human being in the next life"

Suddenly, a poignant and melodious singing voice came into the ears of the three people, and when the three of them looked up, an old woman by the bridge was stirring in the soup pot with a spoon, stirring, singing and crying.

The tears fell into the soup pot, and the old woman was dressed in black, with goosebumps, and ugly, so that the singing voice was sincere, causing all the new ghosts to cry.

Legend has it that this Meng Po soup needs eight kinds of tears as a guide, one raw tear, two old tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet of parting tears, and the eighth taste of sad tears, and this sad tear is Meng Po's.

The ghosts lined up to take the soup and drank it, and the ghost who was crying bitterly just now drank the soup with a happy face.

It was soon the turn of the three of them, and Linghu Yuanqing was thinking about how to avoid drinking the soup, but who knows, Meng Po saw them as if she hadn't seen them, and she didn't raise her eyelids, still concentrating on stirring the pot of soup.

I only heard the old man's voice say, "If you are not a ghost, you can't drink soup", after speaking, he raised his head and looked at Linghu Yuanqing carefully, and sighed, "Seeing the appearance of the son reminded the old man of an old man more than 1,000 years ago, alas, the old man refused to drink this soup at that time, but so what? Whether it is a person, a god, a demon, a demon, a ghost, or a monster, all have a death."

Those who love love are not afraid of life, death, separation, and everything in the world is immortal and immortal. ”

Linghu Yuanqing listened to this Meng Po say so many words of love and love, he was confused, and he couldn't understand the deep meaning at all, and only heard the word "old man", did he refer to his father or mother? Father is really no longer alive? No, Meng Po just said more than 1,000 years ago, that is the mother she is talking about, and she was about to ask, but she saw Meng Po put the soup and handed it to the new ghost behind, and ignored them anymore.

I have doubts in my heart, and I also know that "the secret of heaven cannot be revealed", even if I ask, I will not say it.

The three of them were lucky enough to cross the Nai He Bridge, and there were two roads ahead. One leads to the underworld, and the other leads to Lethe.

"Lord Xuanyue, let's say goodbye here" Murong Lingfeng bowed his hand to Xuanyue slightly.

Xuanyue said, "I really want to go to Lechuan to see Shizun, but I'm afraid to see it." If I saw him suffering, I didn't want to be reborn. Xuan Yue was entangled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Brother Xuanyue should die as soon as possible, I will handle the matter of Master Ling as soon as possible, you don't need to worry, I wish Brother Xuanyue a safe future life!"

Linghu Yuanqing hugged his fists and said, "There will be a period later!"

"There will be a period later! Lord Linghu is really a peerless son, I Xuanyue is happy and convinced, there will be a period later!"

Xuan Yue gave a long stroke, infinitely emotional.

Linghu Yuanqing said in his heart: Your demon Dao is actually such a mother-in-law, I just feel sorry for my senior brother, hurry up, how far and how far you go.

I saw that Aye shivered a lot, and his face returned to his original cute demeanor, which made Hu Yuanqing breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Looking at the pretentious strength of the Xuanyue attached to Aye, especially the feminine and charming demeanor, it was chilling to see.

In contrast, it is still the sunny and smiling attitude of Aye that makes people feel comfortable.

"Senior brother, why are you staring at me like this, is my face dirty?" Aye asked stupidly, as if he didn't know anything about everything before.

Linghu Yuanqing blushed and remained silent.

Murong Lingfeng smiled and said, "Senior Brother Ye just looked at those evil ghosts for too long, wash your eyes"

"Demons, where are the demons?" Ano looked around, "Where have we been?"

"Lethe!" Ling Hu Yuanqing said softly.

The three of them looked into the Lethe River, and the water of the Lethe River was also black and red, connecting with the sky, and it was really the same color of water and sky. But the water was like blood, and it looked dirty. The wind is gusting, and the fishy wind is blowing. The river is full of lonely souls who cannot be reincarnated for various reasons

Ghosts, insects and snakes are everywhere, and there are even more powerful ghosts, catching those new ghosts who are sent to the new ghosts is a bite, and the gnawing makes those new ghosts wail miserably, and the whole thing is Shura purgatory.

"With such a wide river, and evil ghosts in the river, how can we get by" Aye looked at the black and red river with a sad face.

"Senior Brother Jimo, don't worry, there are also ferrymen in this Lechuan River, they will come once every thousand years, if there is a chance, they can help me wait to cross the river," Murong Lingfeng explained slowly.

"A thousand years!" Aye's eyes widened, "If I wait for a thousand years, my bones will be turned to powder, and even if I get through it, it will be useless." ”

"Maybe we're lucky, today is the last day of the thousand years" Murong Lingfeng put his hand on his forehead and looked into the distance.

"It's coming, it's really coming!" Ano became excited, and at the junction of water and sky, a tattered boat slowly sailed towards this side.

A burst of singing wafted across the Lethe River.

"The Lichuan River, the love is too long, the upper and lower yellow springs are poor, and the two places are gone.

Lethe river in the Lethe River, look at the people by the Lethe River, look at the king on the Lethe River"

I saw that in an instant, the broken boat actually sailed in front of him, and an old man with a childish face parked the boat.

Only then did they realize that the ship was so broken that there was no bottom of it, but the old man was standing at the bottom of the empty ship, and he did not see it sinking.

The three of them were secretly surprised in their hearts, and they didn't know if the old man was willing to give them a ride.

"Grandpa the boatman, would you like to take us across the Lethe River?" asked Ayezui sweetly.

Shao Weng glanced at Ah Ye and said with a smile: "This son is destined, and he wants to cross you over." ”

The words were quite respectful, Ah Ye pointed at Murong Lingfeng and Linghu Yuanqing and said, "Grandpa Chuanjia, these two are my junior brothers, and they are like brothers and sisters to me, so please also ask Grandpa Chuanjia to spend it together?"

Shao Weng looked at Linghu Yuanqing and said, "Childe is very similar to a destined person I once crossed."

Linghu Yuanqing said respectfully, "The younger generation would like to hear the details"

"It's more than a thousand years ago, that woman is the most dusty person I've seen for so many years, and it's a little more beautiful than the fairy of Jiutian Yaochi, and it's because of the old decay that I remember it to this day, alas, it's a pity that I can sigh."

and said to Linghu Yuanqing, "The son and the person who are destined have a seven-point resemblance, and it can be regarded as having a fate with the old decay."

Linghu Yuanqing asked, "What happened to the woman?"

Shao Weng shook his head and said, "I don't know, I only know that she came to look for someone at the time, and she finally found that person in this netherworld, but this person only has a soul left."

Ano listened carefully and asked, "What about later?"

"Later, this woman never appeared again, and not long after, a man came to look for her, this man was the person the woman was looking for last time, searched all the places in the netherworld, and even jumped down the Lethe River, looked for her at the bottom of the river, let the evil spirits gnaw her, and finally went crazy and made a big fuss about the whole Netherworld, but in the end she was never found again"

"This must be a pair of lovers," Ano burst into tears when he heard it, "That man is so pitiful"

"Isn't that woman more pitiful?" Murong Lingfeng's eyes kept looking at the Lethe River, and he seemed to be looking for someone.

"But that man has lost his beloved forever, and how cruel it is for him to live alone," Ano sobbed.

Linghu Yuanqing glanced at Ah Ye in surprise, and said in his heart: On weekdays, he only said that he was simple-minded, but he didn't expect that Yu Qing would be so transparent.

"Let's get on the boat," said the son, making a gesture of invitation.

"Grandpa the boat, why are there only two people allowed to get on the boat?"

"Life is made by oneself, only destined people!"

Linghu Yuanqing saw that Murong Lingfeng looked lonely, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Murong doesn't need to mind, I will be with you."

He turned his head to Aye and said, "Senior brother, you can't resist the sword, you can take a boat."

He shook his paddle and shouted, "Let's go!"

The wrecked ship sailed swiftly to the other side like an arrow from a string.

Linghu Yuanqing threw the Red Heart Sword into the air, and as soon as his mind moved, the Red Heart Sword suddenly became more than a zhang, and Ling Hu Yuanqing jumped up, turned his head and called Murong Lingfeng and said, "Brother Murong, come up"

Murong Lingfeng smiled and leaped onto the Red Heart Sword, consciously standing at the tip of the sword, far away from Linghu Yuanqing.

When the sword flew out, they realized that they had underestimated the Lethe River.

On this Lethe River, there is no way to fly at all, the sword seems to weigh a thousand catties, and there seems to be a divine power in the Lethe River to pull the Red Heart Sword into the river one by one.

"Brother Linghu, it's about to fall into the river!" Murong Lingfeng was startled and shouted loudly to Linghu Yuanqing behind him.

"Then you go down!" Ling Hu Yuanqing's voice was very calm and ruthless.

"How can I go down, there are all evil ghosts down there" Murong Lingfeng resisted this, and his hibiscus leaves were useless in this netherworld, and he couldn't even fly, otherwise why would he share a sword with this little fox.

Seeing this, the demons below stretched out their bloody, withered hands, and tried to tear them off with teeth and claws. They shook their heads, which had long since turned into skeletons, countless snakes and insects crawled out of their eyes, and their mouths were only gums, and they kept screaming and roaring like beasts.

Murong Lingfeng closed his eyes in fright, and he didn't dare to look down at all, but he suddenly faintly heard a voice, which seemed to be extremely distant, but extremely clear------ "Ling ---- Ling", "Ling ----- Ling-", it was the voice that called him for two thousand years, and in an instant, Murong Lingfeng completely forgot that he was now in a ghost, and he was complaining about ghosts, and Lethe with the most evil ghosts.

His eyes widened, and he eagerly looked at the horrific group of demons below, looking for the figure that had been hovering in his heart for thousands of years.

"Is it you? Is it really you?" his eyes were full of tears, his eyes became blurred, and suddenly, he seemed to see that familiar figure, green gauze clothes, a thin waist that Yingying grasped, the "green waist dance" that lingers in his ears every day, the flowers and willows in the mansion of the Murong clan of Nanzhao, and a cheerful and comfortable life。。。。。。。。

The figure stretched out his hand to him, it was a fair-skinned and thin hand, because he often played a hand with long nails but dyed with different flower juices, "Ling ------- Ling", "Ling -------- Ling", no one had called him so affectionately for a thousand years, a call that could only be heard in dreams。。。。。。。。。

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to her, no matter what she became, he would take her away from this ghost and bring her back to Nanzhao ---- their common home。。。。。。。。