Qiao Ziye received a message from Meng Yi that it was three o'clock for Ling Zhen, and he was not a person who slept late.

On the contrary, he is a very self-disciplined person.

A person who is forced by the 'ordinary' to be extremely self-disciplined.

He is not a magical being like Fusu, nor is he a night wanderer like Suri who is burdened with some kind of mission responsibility. He didn't, he was just an ordinary ordinary normal person who would live, grow old, sick and die.

Of course, this refers to the fact that the way he has existed for nearly two thousand years is ordinary, however, his soul is not unusual at all.

is also reincarnated into reincarnation, but he has never been to the Xiling River!

Why do you know this? Because he has memories of nearly 2,000 years, every reincarnation, every life he has experienced, he remembers it clearly.

And what he wears the most, even hates, is the beginning of every life - infancy, just imagine putting a soul with thousands of years of memory into a fragile and young body again and again, unable to speak, unable to move freely.

What a painful realization, and he had tasted it countless times. Not... Number... Times!

So he's really sorry for his life.

Fusu often laughed at him, knowing that death was just a process of body disappearance and soul transformation, so why should he live so nervously. Go to the hospital for a big check-up at every turn, don't smoke or drink, and keep exercising. This is because he wants to stretch each life as long as possible, so as to reduce the number of times he has to be a child again. Although, he also knew that it didn't make much sense.

He has examined his predecessors countless times... Shi, what did he do wrong, and he should be punished in this way. Everyone is afraid of death, but he doesn't even have this most basic 'welfare', and from the perspective of the soul can't be cleared, he has not really died.

Everyone is afraid to go to the Washing Spirit River, but how eager he is to really start again!

No matter how bad it is, how good it is to be a thousand-year-old zombie like Fusu, and have a body that is neither alive nor dead, nor old nor rotten!

Therefore, when he opened his eyes in a daze and looked at Meng Yi's message on WeChat, he instantly sobered up.

The content is very brief: Xiling River, sedan chair snow mountain, Huinu weak lake. The spiritual gate is coming, come quickly!

Hop up from the bed, quickly get dressed, and grab the car keys.

Yes, there is no way, he is just a mortal and can't suddenly appear like Fusu. Thinking of this, the resentment in his heart was one more heavy.

"At that time, you haven't slept yet. Fusu sat on the backyard wall basking in the moonlight, and was surprised to see Qiao Ziye, who hurried up the mountain with messy hair.

"Fusu, Xiling River, Meng Yi letter. Probably because he was too excited, or a little nervous, Qiao Ziye's voice trembled.

Fusu fell from the wall, and at such a moment, he still remained indifferent, calmly looking at the map transmitted by Meng Yi in Qiao Ziye's mobile phone.

"Good. ”

"Fusu, do you have a way to open the door?"

"You'll know if you try it. There was still a calm in his tone.

He searched all kinds of ancient books about the Xiling River, but there were few traces, only Liao Liao recorded a stroke in the Great Wilderness Sutra, and followed the clue to find the possibility of entering the Xiling River.

I don't know for sure, but I'll know if you give it a try.

Fusu turned to face the gable, raised his fingers with his right hand and quickly swiped in the air, the gable seemed to be cut into a narrow rectangle by the air, and the perimeter of the shape bubbled with translucent debris with a slight golden light, spreading and drifting in all directions, and then disappearing into nothingness.

Fusu stretched out his hand to push open the door that shone with a strange light, Qiao Ziye's hands trembled slightly, and he could even hear his own heartbeat.

Excited, nervous, flustered, overwhelmed, and some, afraid!

Midnight was faintly afraid that something would happen, but he believed in Fusu. Although Fusu always looked indifferent, and treated him more casually than with the cold, he believed him.

He knew that no matter what happened, Fusu was the one who would protect him.

Passing through that gate, a bright snow-capped mountain unfolded in front of you.

Mountains meander along the horizon, snow reflecting the full moon hanging in the sky, revealing a half-transparent silver makeup. It is the same color that pierces the night and envelops the cold winds of March.

There is snow, not much. Falling from the invisible mid-air, like a faint starlight falling into the sky. If you return to the ancient tranquility, there is no trace of life in the heavens and the earth, nor is it the dead silence of Liao Luo.

Qiao Ziye tightened the coat he put on temporarily, and he couldn't describe the feeling of his body at this time. In addition to the biting cold, there was also an inexplicable irresistible force that silently surrounded him.

Meng Yi stood in the brightest part of this bright snow-capped mountain. It was a lake, like a mirror reflecting the sky, and like a piece of crystal clear jade quietly gazing at the world, quiet and treacherous.

"In the lake?" In the time that Qiao Ziye was stunned and observed, Fusu had already searched around the lake, and at this time it was hanging in the air in the center of the lake, and Fusu under the moonlight was like a god descending into the world.

"It should be. After looking for so long, when I was in the Baisha River in Yiwu before, the stone began to have a sense, and it was guessed that it was the implication of the two water sources. When I came to the sedan chair snow mountain, the light of the stone was even worse, but the location was not determined, and the energy of the stone near the lake moved greatly. Meng Yi's voice was deep and deep.

As he spoke, Meng Yi raised a gray ink-colored smoke in his hand, and looking along this smoke, a piece of black and shiny jade was flickering with inky light. If you can't find its anomaly in an ordinary night, it is especially dazzling in this snowy landscape.

The golden light spiritual power in Fusu's hand was continuously released, dragging the gray mist of the ink jade to the sky above the center of the lake where he was.

The gray mist gradually spread, enveloping the entire lake. From the center of the lake, a circle of ripples appeared, slowly expanding and spreading, and another circle of ripples rippled, expanded, and spread. After the ninth ripple dispersed, the lake returned to its original calm.

The night sky, the snow, once again fell into an ancient silence.

Qiao Ziye looked at Fusu hanging in the middle of the moonlit night from a distance, and then glanced at Meng Yi, who was holding the gray ink-colored jade in one hand on the lakeside.

He didn't know what had just happened, and he didn't know what would happen in the next moment.

Waiting, he can only wait, like every moment in the past.

Fusu is also waiting, waiting for the energy of the stone to trigger the induction of the birth gate again, waiting for the moment when the induction comes.

Qiao Zi's daytime question flashed in his mind: Have you really thought about it?

He suddenly realized that he had never really thought about it.

One figure after another crossed his mind, father, Chenxi, Meng Tian, Zhao Gao, Hu Hai, Li Si...

No matter how long it has passed, no matter how much time passes, no matter where he goes, he will never forget that noisy afternoon.

He, they, everyone, he has not forgotten and does not want to forget.

Yong, a round of ripples at the bottom of the lake, is better than a sound like silence.

Along with the sense of shock, Fusu knew that the time to wait had come!