The light in the yellow spring is very dark, and the place is silent, looking gloomy, there is not a trace of fireworks, and this place where the soul wanders is even more cold and terrible.

Bo Zhong sat under a huge dry plane tree, waited quietly, and after another day, he finally saw the two faces of Meng Po, who was said to be the end of day and night.

But the person he was really waiting for still didn't appear in the haze. Lately, he's been feeling his heart throbbing. Bo Zhong sighed. Retracting his gaze from the thick fog and looking at the sky, he thought that the punishment of the Heavenly Tribulation was coming.

Bo Zhong gently placed the white jade porcelain altar full of closure in front of him, thinking to himself, if Tianze's punishment came, he still didn't see Feng Xilin, so he drank this jar of wine and let him drink the northwest wind.

Just as he was thinking, a sound of breaking water sounded softly, and the smoky Lechuan River was no longer dead and silent, and finally fluctuated a little. Bo Zhong got up and looked towards the place where the voice sounded.

The sound of the oars cutting through the water came and went, and it was very symmetrical, at first only the sound of it was heard, and then later, in the smoke, a stiff figure finally appeared, not very tall, standing motionless at the bow of the boat, wearing a robe, and swinging his arms stiffly back and forth.

Bo Zhong's heart was pounding, and he swallowed nervously, and kept looking at the figure.

A small boat that ripples on the riverbed and may be destroyed at any moment is heading towards us.

Bo Zhong squinted his eyes and looked fixedly, the man's entire face was covered by a hat, looking at less than six feet, only a few acacia flowers that had dried up on his sideburns, and finally made Bo Zhong recognize him.

Bo Zhong's mouth trembled for a long time, and he obviously had a thousand words, but he didn't know where to start at this moment.

"Sealed... Westwood... Seal Cilin. Feng Xilin! Feng Xilin!! Feng Xilin!! ”

In the end, all the words that were held in my heart became three words. It seems that so many words and phrases that want to be said are not as important as these three words.

Bo Zhong shouted one after another, his voice went from low to high, and finally returned to low and hoarse.

However, the man on the small boat, as if he had never heard of it, continued to row on his way, and saw that he was about to reach the Bo Zhong.

Seeing him like this, the light in his eyes slowly dissipated, but at the last moment, he was suddenly dyed with light again.

He continued to shout: "Feng Xilin! I'm a young man! Feng Xilin, do you remember me? We said we wanted to come to Huangquan together, and now I'm going to take care of the promise we made back then, do you remember me!? I'm Kunlun's uncle! ”

Kunlun's... Bo Zhong, in these endless years, Bo Zhong has never really admitted from his heart that he belongs to Kunlun, especially a hundred years ago, after the gods crusaded, the word Kunlun has completely become a taboo in his heart. But when he met Feng Xilin, Feng Xilin only knew that he was Kunlun's son.

Bo Zhong continued to shout loudly, and the figure finally had some reaction when he heard the word "Bo Zhong", and the oars under his hand were full of beats.

Bo Zhong immediately caught this change, the smile on his face gradually deepened, and his voice became louder and louder: "Feng Xilin, remember me?" I'm a young man! You are the Feng Xilin of Jiaye, and I am the Bozhong of Kunlun! We said okay, the mountains and rivers in this life, enjoy it with you! ”

Bo Zhong's call after call finally touched the person on the small boat, the oars in his hand became slower and slower, and so did the small boat, slowly floating in the water waves, completely without the momentum of the previous slow progress.

In the blink of an eye, layers of dense and heavy dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky. Bo Zhong glanced up, and saw that in this cloud and mist, there were golden and silver electric snakes and thunderworms shuttling back and forth quickly.

Bo Zhong's expression became heavier and heavier, and he knew in his heart that he was afraid that his time had come and that the catastrophe was coming.

There were more and more thunderstorms gathering in the sky, and gradually there were some magnificent sounds. As if he hadn't heard, he still shouted to the people on the boat.

After a while, the first thunder fell from the sky, and it struck straight on Bo Zhong's back. Bo Zhong only felt that his internal organs were broken, his heart ached faintly, he snorted, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

This Tianze punishment is really extraordinary, and the thunder tribulation summoned by Bo Zhong back then is nothing compared to this.

The pain in his body made Bo Zhong a little confused, he was already an old injury that had not healed, his body was broken, and he was tired all the way, and he knew in his heart that he was afraid that he would not last long.

But despite this, Bo Zhong still did not stop, his voice trembled and deepened, and he bit every word very clearly.

Soon, a second thunderbolt followed, and Bo Zhong fell to his knees on his legs, forming a deep mark on the ground. The thunder slowly burned his back with some firelight, and his clothes were torn to reveal charred flesh inside, accompanied by a few wisps of black smoke. Bo Zhong felt a pain of withdrawal slowly extending from his heart, and immediately spread to his whole body. It's like thousands of ants scratching their hearts and lungs, hot, painful and itchy, life is worse than death.

Before Bo Zhong could come to his senses, the third thunderbolt tore straight through the clouds and slashed down. Between the lightning and flint, the smell of blood in the air slowly thickened. Even the ground was streaked with mottled blood. Look at Bo Zhong's back, a bowl-sized blood hole was split. Looking down from above, it seems that you can still see blood clots and other body internal organs coagulated inside.

Bo Zhong's center of gravity was unstable, and he spat out a mouthful of blood violently, and fell straight to the ground, his face was pale, and his usual proud and uninhibited look was completely gone, and even those beautiful eyes gradually lost their brilliance.

Despite this, his eyes were still on the boat at the moment, and he muttered three words silently.

The clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and they seem to be pregnant with a more powerful thunder force.

Between heaven and earth, there was silence except for the rumbling thunder. Even the Lechuan River is as flat as a mirror and does not make waves.

Bo Zhong's consciousness gradually blurred, and the boat in front of him began to sway back and forth, then to three or four, and finally turned into a thick fog, completely dissipating.

"Bo Zhong..."

A hoarse and dry voice reached Bo Zhong's ears along the wind, causing Bo Zhong, who had been lost in consciousness, to suddenly wake up.

He bit his lip and clasped his hands together, forcing himself to open his heavy eyelids.

The boat in front of him gradually became clear again, and the people on the boat finally took off the hat he had brought for hundreds of years, although the face under the hat was dry, stiff, gray, wrinkled, and there was not a trace of blood, but those eyes were still the same as they were in Bo Zhong's memory, and they had not changed at all.

He could even remember the stereotypical stinky face of Feng Xilin when they first met.

"Sealed... Feng Xilin... You kid finally..."

Bo Zhong was very happy, as if all the physical pain had disappeared, but before he could be happy, the figure on the ship slowly turned into ashes, dissipating little by little.

Bo Zhong said to his mouth, and before he finished speaking, he was overwhelmed by this scene.

And Feng Xilin, who already had his own consciousness, looked at Bo Zhong with trembling eyes at the moment, he seemed to feel the changes in his body, grinned lightly, and then stretched out his stiff hand, picked off the lily that he had been carrying on his sideburns and the wine gourd pinned to his waist, bent down and gently put it on the boat.

A gust of wind blew, and Feng Xilin dissipated completely little by little.

Bo Zhong's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at what was happening in front of him, leaving a line of tears. Going around and around, thousands of years of time, the obsession that has lingered in my heart for a long time, and now there is no trace left.

The clouds and mist in the sky gathered more and more, and they fell into the sky gloomily, powerful and terrifying.

Bo Zhong exhaled secretly, reached out to wipe the tears from his face, and picked up a wanton smile again. He slowly crawled to the side of Heli who was lying aside.

The only regret is that Feng Xilin didn't drink this pot of wine, but... Thinking that he is in Kaya, he can drink as much as he wants, and he may not be tired of drinking.

Bo Zhong opened the white jade wine jar with all his strength, took a big sip at the silver snake flickering and circling in the sky, and threw the unfinished half of the jar into the endless Lethe River. Then Bo Zhong took out an ancient copper coin from his bosom and pinched it in his hand to look at it.

This copper coin was the wine money given to him by Feng Xilin, and he was afraid that he couldn't even buy a drop of high-quality wine for a penny, but he still accepted it. And refined it into his own artifact. Bo Zhong thought, and the memories of the past filled his mind little by little.

God has mercy, he finally saw Feng Xilin, although they couldn't live together but died together, I don't know if it's a great fate.

There was another boom in the sky, and the sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, causing the earth of Huangquan to tremble twice.

Half an hour later, the dark clouds swirling in the sky finally dispersed, and a glimmer of golden sunlight appeared in the originally dim and dull clouds. The smoke dissipated, and the delicate Manzhu Sawa of more than ten acres in Jiaoxi was still blooming with beautiful blood red?

On the bank of the Lechuan River, on the bridge, the souls of life come and go, buried by the wind and sand overnight, and the huge pit that was smashed out of the riverside is slowly hidden.

Meng Po sat on the bank of the Nai He Bridge, turned her head to look at the lonely boat floating in the Lechuan River, on the boat, from left to right, neatly placed in a bunch of dried acacia flowers, a dark wine gourd, and an ancient copper coin.

It's still quiet here, and there doesn't seem to be any change, but Meng Po knows in her heart that there are no more ferrymen on the Lechuan River.

When night fell, Meng Po sent away the last soul, and as the sun set, she also transformed into a fair girl.

Meng Po stood on the Nai He Bridge and watched for a long time, and finally sighed and was about to go back, but when she glanced at it, she actually saw that the dry plane tree on the bank of the Lechuan River had become verdant. On the top branches, some green sprouts have quietly emerged.

There is a cloud: life and death are one, life is death, death is life, you can come back to life, you can turn life into death. Reciprocating cycle, cause and effect!