Ghost village, in the courtyard, under the persimmon tree.

Wu Banxian's words fell, the nerd and the medicine jar's bodies suddenly froze, and the seemingly thin and lonely girl at the door was the one he had never met in his own family, and in the pre-Qin period, he had chased and killed Qin Shihuang's Meng family?

My own sister?

"A long time ago, I knew that you must have experienced something, using the supreme divine art, to live out the second life." At this time, Wu Banxian seemed to have a dry mouth, his throat squirmed, and then he said: "I didn't expect that your first life was actually related to the legendary ghost village. ”

"Perhaps, I didn't even think of it." At the door, the lonely woman shook her head slightly.

Her eyes looked at the innocent little girl under the persimmon tree, and said: "My memory was sealed by me in my previous life, and it was only awakened after I was born in the ghost village. ”

"Teacher, junior sister, what is your sealed memory? Did you have anything to do with this before? The medicine jar hesitated for a moment, feeling that the lonely woman in front of her was mysterious, and the breath on her body could not be seen through even by him, who was a senior brother, but after all, she was still her own junior sister, so she had the courage to ask.

"Yes, big sister, what did you do before, why did I look at you with a sense of déjà vu?"

……

The holy mountain of the coffin in Kowloon, at the foot of the mountain.

A middle-aged man, driving a carriage, with some bits and pieces of belongings, and his own wife, moved away from the area around the holy mountain that even the saint level could not enter.

"Are you really not bringing our daughter?" The man who drove the car was a little reluctant.

"No, when the girl is older, she wants to get married, you have always been with you, who will dare to marry her in the future? Don't say that this time the Nine Dragons coffin arrives and the ghost village is born, even if we don't have these, we have to go. The woman's tone was firm.

"However, Yun'er's age is still young after all, and she has not experienced much of the world, I am afraid that some scumbags with bad intentions will ...... her"

"Yun'er has grown up, hmph, if there is really such a man who dares to approach our daughter, he will directly draw his soul and destroy the corpse!"

The holy mountain of the coffin in Kowloon, at the foot of the mountain, in the courtyard of five earthen houses.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, looking at the carriage that disappeared into the darkness, her eyes revealed a sadness that could not be concealed, but as the carriage disappeared, the sadness in her eyes slowly disappeared, and was replaced by a very beautiful, dazzling, and flowery look.

"Free!"

"Hahaha...... I, Tianyun'er, am free! ”

The girl laughed at the darkness with a sad joy, and the laughter alarmed the darkness, and it came from afar, and the man in the carriage who had disappeared into the darkness heard this unbridled laughter, and his body couldn't help but stiffen, and he whispered: "Is this our daughter?" ”

The girl laughed, and then, she turned around, and ran quickly back into the courtyard, five rooms, the one on the far left.

Then, with some jerky techniques, extremely serious, dignified, and careful, she used an extremely bizarre, powerful, and even trembling mark in the void, and slowly opened a dark grid with an extremely exquisite layout, powerful, and mysterious formation protection from the smooth wall.

"What could it be in this, my father spent so much effort that he even did not hesitate to arrange the godless pattern to hide it, and even my mother and I were not allowed to know." The girl's eyes were full of curiosity.

This curiosity has been in her heart for seven years.

She remembered very clearly that every year on the day of the Double Ninth Festival, her father did not secretly, lest her mother know, quietly entered this room and opened this secret compartment once.

She also saw that scene five years ago, when she had an extremely accidental insomnia.

A woman's curiosity is very powerful, especially the curiosity of a young girl.

She wasted a lot of effort, and in her memory, her father opened this place and used the supreme magic to finally open it, however, to her surprise, there was only one ancient scroll in that dark grid.

Other than that, there is nothing.

Moreover, on that ancient scroll, there was no aura fluctuation at all, and it seemed that it had been a long time.

"It's just a painting, can it be so mysterious?" The girl was puzzled and carefully opened the scroll.

On the scroll, there is an ancient handsome and ethereal handwriting:

Like a smoke time, Mo Shanghua is low.

The peach blossoms are dyed, appreciate the painting lightly, read the beauty, and lean on the east wall.

A turn, a trance, a moment, unbearable, the wind everywhere shows the passing years.

The waves under the west wind bridge are shaking, a city of smoke and rain meets, playing the pipa at the end of the world, and a lifetime into your painting of poetry at night.

The first time I saw you also extended to Fanghua, I loved you for a thousand years, and held hands for a thousand years.

The girl looked at the ancient characters on the ancient scroll, was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Love poems? On this ancient scroll, is it my father's first love? ”

The girl was curious, and continued to open the scroll while watching.

Under the handsome ancient characters, a picture scroll slowly unfolds.

A bridge, a lonely girl, an old porridge shack.

A lonely girl, selling porridge.

In front of the bridge, there is a red flower that seems to be burning and beating, and there is a stone in the red lace, and on the stone, there are three ancient characters engraved: Sansheng Stone!

And next to the bridge, there is also a stone stele, and on the stele, there are three words engraved on the bridge!

"The flowers on the other side, the bridge, the three-life stone?" When the girl saw this scene, she seemed to remember something, her eyes suddenly revealed a shock, her mouth opened, she was never afraid of the sky, she was not afraid of the earth, looking at the lonely woman who sold porridge at the head of the bridge, and said a sentence with difficulty: "I, my father's first love invited, is she?" Or is this the person my dad had a crush on? ”

On the picture scroll, the lonely woman selling porridge by the bridge, if you look closely, you can find that she is exactly the same as the lonely woman who appears in the courtyard and under the persimmon tree in the ghost village!

Lonely, desolate, poignant, with a hint of the vicissitudes of seeing through the red dust.

……

After Ye Luo was in the seventh bronze ancient coffin, and the village chief jumped off the boat of no return, he also jumped down, and jumped down towards the boat of no return, the power of devouring and sacrificial power in his body was surging.

"Is that what I guess?" Ye Luo's eyes also showed a touch of shock.

"Uncle, uncle, why did you jump, down here, where could it be?" The little fairy bridge beast shrunk its neck and pulled Ye Luo to ask.

"I don't know." Ye Luo said a word.

"What, what, uncle, you, you don't know?" The body of the little fairy bridge beast stiffened for a moment, and this was the first time it felt that its own Uncle Ye was also unreliable.