"Meng Po Soup...... Will you drink it that day? Pouring water stopped at a round table, and Ye Feng stopped sitting on the opposite side, and the two of them still did not change their bodies and faces.

It had been a few days, and it was the first time they had gotten rid of their embarrassment and seen each other for the first time.

The sneering smile came from Ye Feng's throat, but it was a watery voice, low and soft, like seaweed sweeping through the listener's light heart, making it itch.

They really went through this period of adventure of exchanging bodies, and they really understood the essence of the Xuanjie Method.

Let's call the pouring water a red-clothed Youling, and the leaf wind stops as a brake.

"I haven't drunk ......," said Sha Luo, looking straight into her eyes, as if looking at herself, but that demeanor was the same as pouring water.

"Why?" The red-clothed Youling asked.

Twisting his fingertips, he pressed his fingers against the stone table, tapping back and forth, and finally retracted the remaining three fingers, leaving two fingers dangling in the air.

The breeze is blowing, and in the midst of the other party, the other party is watery.

Sha Luo took a shallow breath with his snort, and those two fingers fell at the same time, and his gaze also fell on the red-clothed Youling.

"Meng Po Tang, Meng Po Tang, you don't want to kill me, do you?" He was extremely skeptical, making the real pour smirk.

"How is that possible...... How could I intend to harm you? "I'll watch you drink it." ”

"It's good for you."

"Hehe, what's the benefit?" Sha Luo fell back, holding the stone bench behind him with both hands, the sun was speckled, reflecting his face and the white veil between his clothes, it was so beautiful and heartwarming, in an instant, it almost suffocated the red-clothed Youling.

And the rosemary that wafts in the air, it smells good.

The red-clothed Youling is used to her own face, and she is also used to her original self reflected in her eyes.

No matter who you are, as long as you see that person, you will feel at ease and happy.

In the Xuanjie Method, this is called the imprint of the mind and the mind, and the body is inseparable.

The two of them, a red-clothed actress and a scar, have already reached this point.

No matter who they are, they always love the soul inside the shell, the person they truly love.

No matter what form they became, whatever form they were, even though the person they saw at that moment was themselves, they were also detained for it.

It is only because the souls that dwell in it are not others, but the people to whom their hearts and minds are longing.

"Gongsun Yangliu is here, I have to accompany her......" Sha Luo said.

"Okay." The red-clothed Youling responded.

She should have thought of it, what good was that bowl of Meng Po soup for him?

When the red-clothed Youling witnessed Sha Luo joining hands with Gongsun Yangliu, her heart was inexplicably stung, thinking about it, he treated her the same way at that time.

Now, I finally got a taste of it.

When she sneaked into the attic, she found a bowl of Meng Po soup on the rectangular wooden table, and it turned out that she would bring it out every day.

He looked at the ceiling, and he didn't know when the gap had been filled by the servant, and there would be no more rain leakage.

At night, she will sleep soundly.

He sat down on a stiff bench.

Fall into the red coat and give birth to the wind.

Picking up the bowl of decoction, he drank it happily, straight down the tip of his tongue and down his throat.

Let him replace the real Ye Feng and taste the wonderful states of this world.

As long as it is for her, he will spare no cost.

The wind turned into a feather, and his face did not change, without the slightest change, but it became more radiant.

These days, there is not a single day when he has not insisted on it day by day.

That was Ye Feng's face, he would not abandon it, he would only regard it as a treasure, an eye, a nose, not to be ignored by him.

The dark lines hidden under the face will not recur, and even the most poisonous Gu worms in the world will not be lured out, just because of the effect of this bowl of Meng Po soup.

He took the pain she had borne in her place, at the risk of disillusionment.

Even if this bowl of Meng Po soup makes him die, he is worth it, this is what he makes up for her.

Meng Po soup brought the red-clothed Youling to an illusionary world, which was a small bowl, that is, the bowl of Meng Po soup he had just served, and the soup he drank poured out again, becoming a sparkling lake.

The sun, moon and stars, wind, frost, snow and dew, surround this illusionary world.

On this trip, he has to bear this catastrophe instead of Ye Feng.

From the time Ye Feng stopped exchanging the body of the white-bearded swordmaster (at that time, the white-bearded swordmaster was on the body of Dumping Shui Ran), he was destined to have this catastrophe.

And when Dump Shui Ran saw Ye Fengzhu (Ye Fengzhu had already lodged on him at that time), the real catastrophe began - making Dump Shui Ran realize that this was also a feasible way - that is, they exchanged identities with each other, so that he could become the red-clothed Youling (the emperor's daughter Zhu Xuanyan) and avoid her life being threatened, and he could also cure her face disease.

"Do you know where the red-clothed girl went?" Ling'er asked.

"I don't know." The disciples didn't know, Ling'er didn't know, even if everyone didn't know. Fall in love with the literary network

They know that this Murong Qingwan is from a red-clothed Youling, who has always been withdrawn and alone, and people can't figure out her whereabouts from time to time, and mistakenly think that she is a ghost in red!

Floating in this Longyu Pavilion, there is nowhere to moor.

In the past few days, Ling'er has not seen the shadow of her brother Shui Ran, and even Sister Murong has ignored her.

Suddenly, I felt empty in my heart.

As always, sit on the stone steps and sigh.

The night rain had been manic for the past few days, and had forced some moss to grow on these ladders, like algae floating on the shore.

At this time, the real Ye Feng stopped as if he was in a secluded bondage, sharing a room with the woman Gongsun Yangliu.

Ye Feng stopped falling in love with Dumping Ran, but he wanted to love Gongsun Yangliu instead of him, they always had a marriage contract, which was related to the fate of Dumping House, and she couldn't help but act willfully.

If you love him, you must love those whom he loves.

Gongsun Yangliu, maybe besides her, is the second person who loves her!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have endured it for so long, even if he was someone else, he wouldn't necessarily be patient, let alone his second son—unless he loved that person deeply.

This eldest daughter of Gongsun Mansion is willful and arrogant, pampered and unflattering, and will only lose her temper with the maid and beat her around.

She really relied on her mother's arrogance and couldn't stop.

Only from that time, after Wushuang was almost pampered by the pouring water, Gongsun Yangliu exposed her true nature, and became more and more arrogant and domineering from being rational and forbearing.

In her heart, it seems that she doesn't deal with it, punish and punish these subordinates, they don't know how high the sky is, how thick the ground is, and they climbed into bed and climbed onto her aunt.

No one knew the inside story, it was Wushuang and Dumping Water in the house that day...... But there was a little bit of rumor, saying that someone was almost accepted by his son-in-law to make a room anyway, and the person he was referring to was the maid brought by Miss Gongsun.

And among the ranks of the many maids and those people, who are harmless in front of them, but in fact, they have ghosts behind their backs, and they pay attention to the filthy attention of her young master, it is unknown.

Ling'er saw a wisp of red clothes float by, falling into the round hall, where the two of them often go.

After searching for the traces, I realized that it was just a red flower picked in the hands of the disciples.

touched the tip of the nose, but it smelled quite bad, which really made Ling'er sneeze with her mouth covered, a small "ah cut", different from others.

Fall on the exquisite.

She couldn't help but burst into tears, where did this Sister Murong, that Wan'er who was often said in Brother Mo's mouth go?

In red, whether it is in red or black, she mentions that she likes it, with a lot of love and reluctance.

She was seven years older than her, but it was her good sister who came.

can read her mind, listen to her speak freely, complain about her sorrows, and her sister is connected to her heart, as if she is another her, a woman who has grown up.

Since that time my sister went outside, when she came back, she had changed, she had changed, she was not the Wan'er that Ling'er recognized again, the sister she was familiar with.

"Ice Cave ......" Ling'er suddenly remembered what her sister had said to her.

It's also to blame Ye Feng for stopping, she accidentally revealed this place.

Ling'er silently remembered in her heart, and did not dare to draw a stroke in the palm of her hand, the name of the Cold Ice Cave has always been a taboo for the two sword pavilions of Longyu Pavilion and Hongxue Pavilion.

And the inside story buried deep inside is unknown.

When Sha Luo (where Ye Feng stopped) returned, he came to the renovated house in the front yard, and when he looked at it, he saw that the bowl of soup and medicine on the table was gone.

It was still left here by her this morning, but she didn't expect to disappear in a short time.

Who took it...... It seems to be.

She inexplicably felt that someone had been here.

A bowl of Meng Po soup was gone, and Ye Feng's heart was also gone, and he didn't know where he flew.

It seemed to symbolize something, and she didn't want to give it up, but now she couldn't see it, and she wanted to send it away all those days!

I don't know what kind of heart he poured into the water and the white-bearded sword master, and asked her to drink a bowl of the so-called eerie "Meng Po Soup", which is simply incredible, okay!

So...... She was scared, panicked, staring at her in a daze.

However, I couldn't help but be curious, and day after day, I took it out and put it in to watch, and carefully pondered it.

I watched it for a long time, but I didn't find any clues.

She didn't drink it, but she saw that something was wrong.

The ghosts in the jade glass bowl are not in vain.

After the curtain is extinguished every night, there are no stars or moon in the realm of Longyu Pavilion.

It is only in this square area that there is a spark - it is the Meng Po Lake.

In those nights when Ye Feng stopped sleeping, this glazed jade bowl changed thousands of colors, from the original purple-blue face to cinnabar color, the texture of the transparent blood vessels became clearer, and the texture of the jade became cleaner and cleaner, like a star stone.

There are thousands of changes, but one of them can't escape the word pure white.

And the second is the cycle of cause and effect, which ends in a drop of inky black.

In those sleepy nights, Ye Fengzhu also held the pen in her dreams, and instantly remembered the true meaning that the white-bearded swordsman taught her in the gold-carved and jade place in the palace a few years ago.