Take a dip in the light and meditate in the darkness! Wait until the moment Meng Yifei woke up......

"Whew... Call... Whew......"

Meng Yifei's eyes widened, and he opened his eyes suddenly, his rapid breathing seemed to have just recovered from the state of extreme lack of oxygen, and he greedily absorbed oxygen.

His chest rose and fell, and his expression was uncertain. I seem to have had a dream, a dream that I have been dreaming for a long time, swimming in a dream, flying in a dream.

Back to reality, there was a blue black curtain in front of him, starry, Meng Yifei was lying in a dry well, looking at the starry sky outside the cave entrance.

"Is this what it's like to sit in a well and watch the sky?" Meng Yifei laughed at himself, raised his head and was about to press his eyebrows. But I found that I still had that mask on my face.

Look at the right hand again, a famous sword without spikes, and a ring of Yingluo around the neck. After confirming that he was not missing arms or legs, and that he had not fallen into such a high well, Meng Yifei slowly stood up and looked at the environment he was in.

I should be in the dry well, but why is there a starry sky above the dry well? Shouldn't it be a cave? Yifei was still a little confused.

This dry well is six or seven meters high, and inside the dry well, Meng Yifei sent down the bottom dry well with some strange shiny stones. They are inlaid on the inside. In the light of the starry sky, they sparkle brightly.

"You have to go up." Meng Yifei ignored these glowing stones, and even had no curiosity at all, now he just wanted to leave the Immortal Spirit Garden, and then find a way to rescue Xuan'er and them.

This pit father's fairy spirit garden, obviously there are no fairy spirits, I don't know what this name means.

Meng Yifei was angry when he thought about it, and his face was full of depression, but at the beginning, he felt that there was another force in the dark that allowed him to enter the Immortal Spirit Garden.

This dry well is a bit deep, but because it has been dry for a long time, it is not so slippery. This well is made of pebbles, and Meng Yifei finally used his hands and feet together in a very tangled posture, lying flat and began to prop up, if he accidentally let go of a hand or a foot, then it would definitely bang and fall. If it falls, it will break your arms and legs.

This kind of difficult action is simply incomparable to Meng Yifei, but Meng Yifei is a person with great perseverance, otherwise he would not be able to climb to the sky, so as long as it is something he believes, then he will definitely do it.

In the end, Meng Yifei actually climbed the ancient well, however, when he stood by the well and looked at the one in front of him, he almost fell again.

In front of me, what a familiar, fresh memory, imprinted and lingering scene in my mind!

Meng Yifei seemed to see a child in front of him, babbling to a medicine dustpan, slamming to the ground, a man and a woman behind him were his mother, seeing the boy's confused little appearance, he couldn't help but laugh, and his grandfather was sitting in a rocking chair laughing the same.

When I looked at it, I seemed to see a seven or eight-year-old child, holding a report card, quietly hiding under a big tree in the yard, for fear of being discovered by adults.

But at this time, there were no two parents, only a grandfather who looked much older, and he secretly watched his grandson's behavior and shook his head helplessly.

On a closer look, a handsome teenager was ready to take over the family business, basking in herbs on a bright day, while the elderly grandfather was lying in that rocking chair, slowly falling asleep.

Then a fat man stopped him, and the boy opened the door and went with him. This time, it never returned.

"Grandpa!" Meng Yifei had tears in the corner of his eyes, came back to his senses, all the illusion disappeared, looking at the quiet rocking chair in the courtyard, Meng Yifei walked over step by step, and finally, he lay down.

At night, it was very quiet and quiet, the yard was overgrown with weeds, and the crickets called, bringing the breath of summer. The herbs in the medicine dustpan in the yard have long since rotted to death, and the big jujube tree is still there.

Meng Yifei slowly closed his eyes and came back, he actually came back. At this moment, Meng Yifei behaved how calm and calm.

Here, it's not Xianlingyuan, it's not Yizhou, it's not Datang. Here, at the foot of Changbai Mountain, Mengjiagou, Mengde Medical Center.

That's right, Meng Yifei is back, from Datang to the present world, Meng Yifei traveled through thousands of years, and then traveled back and forth. Isn't that shocking?

There was nothing in the Immortal Spirit Garden, only an ancient well that could travel through reality and the future.

Meng Yifei didn't know whether he couldn't believe it, or if he was really calm. He lay down in a rocking chair, silent, and closed his eyes. In the brain, countless horses swept by, and all the brain flowers became brains.

Is this the silence that precedes the collapse? Meng Yifei didn't know. He's back, what is that? Everything he did in Datang had nothing to do with him?

"Grandpa!" Meng Yifei seemed to think of something, and quickly shook up from the rocking chair, and then got into the room.

This brings a modern world style building, Meng Yifei was a little at a loss, but he knew where his grandfather's house was, but as soon as he entered the lobby, Meng Yifei was stunned.

On the wall of the lobby, a black and white portrait was hung, and through the bright starlight, Meng Yifei could see the person on the portrait clearly. He had gray hair, wore a Zhongshan shirt, that kind smile, that regretful look, Meng Yifei immediately seemed to be a soul being withdrawn, slammed, fell to the ground on his knees, and knelt on the ground fiercely.

"What is this? What is this? Does this mean that I have nothing for Meng Yifei? Meng Yifei was furious, his tone became more and more ruthless, louder and louder, and more and more angry.

"Ahhh......hhh Thief, you! Meng Yifei was like a madman, lifted the sword in his hand and slashed indiscriminately, venting the anger in his heart without finding a margin.

What is this, this is punishment? Meng Yifei thinks that he has saved more people than he has killed, is it because of this that he has to be tortured like this, which is more terrible than a thousand cuts?

Meng Yifei went crazy......

"Hahaha......" He wore the devil mask of the King of Lanling, and his hair was scattered, like a real devil, dancing wildly under the starry night.

Grandpa died, and his grandfather, who depended on him for his life, died. And he left the world that Datang never seemed to have been to, Xuan'er, Lechuan, Linglong, Huahuo, Bao'er, as well as children, and friends, even if that world is no longer worthy of Meng Yifei's memory, but there are people who Meng Yifei cherishes!

The one who loves is a thousand years ago, and the one who is filial is in the loess. Meng Yifei is crazy, this is definitely the most cruel punishment. He frantically vented those aimless angers, which lasted for more than ten minutes, and finally, Meng Yifei closed his eyes, put the sword across his neck, he looked at the portrait of his grandfather for the last time, and then smiled, looking at the sky starry.

"You're awesome, I can't play with you, but I won't let you play either." After speaking, Meng Yifei crossed his sword and prepared to commit suicide.

took a step back, took another step back, blood splattered three feet, he didn't want to touch the portrait of his grandfather, however, just when he took the third step of his leg, he suddenly stepped on something, and then Meng Yi leaned back violently, and finally hit the ground with the back of his head, fell to the ground, and did not die, but fainted.

At the moment when Meng Yifei fell, he was still thinking, sure enough, this thief was playing with him, and he couldn't die if he wanted to. But he didn't know that what slipped under his feet was a thin sword like white milk.

After Meng Yifei fainted, a soul floated out of the white sword, she condensed in the air, and finally transformed into a woman wearing a purple and gold satin skirt and a crown of nine phoenixes facing the sky.

On her, shining with a hazy light, she walked to Meng Yifei's side step by step, and then slowly squatted down and blew on Yifei's face, and the devil mask was blown aside.

Seeing that familiar face, a hazy smile appeared on the woman's face.

"You're finally here!" (To be continued.) )