Xiaolian stepped on the stone bench and reached out to pick the wild fruit in the shape of a gourd.

But the branches of this wild fruit grew so hard that she could not pick them off.

She used all her strength to bite and pick hard, but she still couldn't pick the gourd-shaped wild fruit.

At this time, the green birds flew in, and they pecked the trunk with their beaks, you pecked for a while, and I pecked for a while, and pecked the trunk alternately.

Xiaolian tugged hard, the green birds kept pecking, and after a while, the gourd-shaped wild fruit was picked.

The greenbirds saw that the wild fruit had been plucked.

Chirping and chirping, they flew away happily, and there was no trace of them in an instant, only half of the wild fruit they had eaten, still lying quietly on the ground.

The shape of this wild fruit picked is very similar to that of a gourd, the surface is very smooth, black and red, red and crisp, and crisp and fragrant.

Xiaolian only drooled when she saw it, picked it up and took a bite, it felt very sweet and delicious, much better than other wild fruits, and it felt very cool and comfortable to eat.

She ate the wild fruit in one go, and felt the fragrance of the wild fruit, through her internal organs, emitted to the capillaries, and then entered the surface of the skin, the whole body seemed to be enveloped by a strong fragrance, the whole body was much more relaxed, and the feeling of gratitude was very comfortable and extremely comfortable.

In a moment, the feeling of panic in my heart disappeared completely, and there was no feeling of depression in my heart, and the sadness and fatigue of the past few days were swept away in an instant, and the whole person felt much more relaxed.

She slowly got up and prepared to leave the valley.

When I looked up, I couldn't see the way in, and I don't know when there was a mountain peak in front of me, and the road that turned the peak back was solid.

At the bottom of the mountain are unclimbable cliffs, the cliffs are covered with dense withered vines and green pines, and there are some flowers whose names are also grown on the edge of the cliffs, and they bloom very beautifully.

In the middle of the cliff, a few lines of big characters were densely written, Xiaolian walked over slowly, only to see clearly, there was a poem engraved in the middle of the cliff.

The poem reads:

Forget the grass on the edge of the cliff,

Forget the fruit of love by the water,

Crystal clear intoxicating spleen,

Shaped like a gourd in the mouth of incense,

He is destined to eat it every day,

But three lives can't be loved,

Reborn to repair the body and mind,

The water of the 10,000-year-old stream cures all diseases.

Forget the cave under the cliff of forgetfulness,

Forget the cave to live in,

Forgetful birds wear green,

Tens of thousands of years together,

Love to the depths of life and death,

If it weren't for the fact that this place is hard to look at,

Empty talk about the sun and the moon never shine at night,

When the demon king came, the mountain gate opened,

From now on, the sword will travel the world,

The Dafa of forgetfulness needs to be cultivated,

The twelve moves are also unchanged,

He cultivates to achieve positive results one day,

Rescue the world's lost lovers.

Xiaolian read this poem, and only then did she understand that this stream is the water of forgetfulness, the tree just now is the forgetfulness tree, the green bird is the forgetfulness bird, and there is a forgetfulness hole, she doesn't know where it is, and she hasn't found it yet.

Xiaolian said to herself: "Maybe it's destined in the dark, now that the road has been sealed, even if you want to get out, you can't get out."

Besides, I'm lonely, I don't know where to live, my face has become like this again, and I don't have a face to see people when I go out, so it's good to hide under this cliff of forgetfulness.

The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and there are these wild fruits to satisfy hunger, no one comes to disturb, you can happily play with these green birds, and it can be regarded as having some more heterogeneous friends.

From now on, I will only live for myself and live my own life, no matter what others think, I am still myself.

Thinking of this, he strode towards the Cliff of Forgetfulness to find the Cave of Forgetfulness mentioned in the poem.

She thought that this was the place where she should go, and that she would spend the rest of her life quietly.

Xiaolian walked to the bottom of the cliff of forgetfulness, where the weeds are overgrown, the fine flowers are long, the air is fresh, and the green Xiaoqing grows between the gravel, which is a beautiful scenery again.

The cliff also grows dense moss and a variety of unseen, unheard of strange flowers and plants, different from other cliffs, there is a kind of flower growing on the cliff of forgetfulness, slender green neck, slender leaves like bamboo leaves and slightly fatter than bamboo leaves, slender crimson petals, tightly around the stamens, looking from a distance, like a flame burning on the cliff.

Look at it a few times, as if you can feel the affection of the petals for the stamens, and it seems that you can hear the strong love of the green leaves for the red flowers.

Xiaolian once heard that there is a flower called the Forgetful Flower in the Netherworld, a branch of the flower can emit a strong fragrance, and the fragrance of the flower can spread several miles away.

If a lover smells it, he will forget all his feelings in this life and this life. She thought that the flower she saw now might be the flower of forgetfulness.

She looked at the Forgetfulness Flower carefully, and the intoxicating fragrance of the flowers was exactly the same as the one she had smelled before entering the Cliff of Forgetfulness.

Today's Xiaolian has not only drunk the water and eaten the fruit of forgetfulness, but also smelled the fragrance of the flowers and has completely lost her memory.

She subconsciously recalled, but her mind was blank, she couldn't remember her feelings, and her memory only stayed on the way to the underworld.

All the grievances and grievances of the past have been cut off with her, and there is no memory, no trace.

Perhaps this is the best result for her, and she is relieved that her heart, which was scarred and overwhelmed and has long been broken, is now much calmer.

She is like a book that has never been opened, from now on, she will open this book by herself, slowly taste, slowly share, and share her own life alone.

It is the intention to plant flowers that do not bloom, and unintentionally insert willows and willows, Xiaolian is at the bottom of the cliff of forgetfulness, looking for the cave of forgetfulness back and forth, no matter how he finds it, he can't find it, the flowers are still open, and the water of forgetfulness is still flowing, but he can't see the hole of forgetfulness.

The red sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow was scattered on the top of the Forgetfulness Cliff, as if it had brought a golden hat to the Forgetfulness Cliff, and a cool breeze blew, and the night slowly fell.

Xiaolian is still lonely in searching, the only place to live, the Cave of Forgetfulness.

But no matter how he searched, he couldn't find the Cave of Forgetfulness, only to see that in the middle of the Forgetfulness Cliff, hundreds of Forgetfulness flowers gathered together and bloomed into a huge flower, like a curtain hanging in the middle of the cliff.

After looking for a long time, Xiaolian felt tired, and she didn't want to look for it anymore.

I secretly thought in my heart: "Let everything be fate, if you don't have the chance, you can't find it, you can't find it, and you will spend the night in this forgetful forest tonight."

Thinking of this, Xiaolian strode into the Forgetfulness Forest and came to the Forgetfulness Tree just now.

The strange thing is that in just a few moments, none of the fruits on the tree of forgetfulness can be seen, only the trunk and leaves remain, and the wild fruits on the other trees still exist.

Xiaolian wondered very much, where did the fruit of forgetfulness go?

Looking around and confiscating the traces of the existing people, she was puzzled and puzzled.

After a day of running, Xiaolian felt tired at this moment, so she sat under a stone slab under the tree to rest, and a sense of loneliness that she had never felt before hit her heart.

It was quiet, and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the wind blowing the branches, the sound of the stream flowing, and the occasional few not-so-crisp bird calls, which seemed to compose the mournful music before the night.

Xiaolian lay on the stone slab, closed her eyes, and felt the tragic music, and she tried to melt herself and the music into one, to become a part of the supernatural.

In the sound of this tragic music, Xiaolian fell asleep unconsciously, and because she was tired all day, she slept very soundly, very soundly.

It's really a curtain as a bed, the wanderer has no clothes all his life, he sees it in his dreams, and when he wakes up, the cold wind in front of him.