The vast land smelled of blood, and white snowflakes fell from the sky and turned crimson on the ground. The smoke of gunpowder is filled, and the drums of war are proclaimed. The peace of the time is no longer to be seen.

The war between the Three Realms and the Demon Clan finally began, but it was suspended again before the end of this winter.

Baiqing planned for nearly a thousand years, and finally got a satisfying ending, Yinye Lan Zeyun was seriously injured and couldn't wake up, and he fell into the dust, disappearing, and the demon clan secretly mobilized the army, surrounded from all sides, and killed the army of the Three Realms by surprise, this battle was defeated, and the loss was very complete. Since then, the Three Realms have been in turmoil, and the demon clan has encroached on the territory of the Three Realms little by little.

In the dim yellow spring, there is no longer a little sunshine, the sky is a dull dark yellow, like a thick layer of loess, except for a large area of bright and delicate red Manzhu Sahua, there is no longer a trace of life.

Under the consultation of Shao Zhi, Bai Chengfei and Xi Yuan, the demon army left Huangquan, completely gathered with the soldiers of the Protoss, and stationed at the border between the Protoss and the human world. And all the people of the gods and demons gathered in the human world, and each city was gathered.

The territory of the Three Realms gradually compressed, and the Nine Heavens and Yellow Springs became completely empty cities, with almost no one left.

The long wind whimpered, the bright red Manzhu Sawa swayed back and forth, and the empty houses were dilapidated and had fallen a thick layer of dust.

In the mountains behind the Yellow Spring, the crumbling wooden door was gently pushed open, and a hoarse moan was released.

Lan Zeyun stepped into the peach orchard with his feet raised, once the four seasons were reincarnated, and the eternal peach blossoms have now become countless dry branches. Every inch of this place, she walked. Every pavilion, every lamp, every peach blossom tree, she is deeply engraved in her heart and will never forget.

To the west was her hut, where she had smelled the familiar purple sandalwood, but later, the man didn't use it anymore, just because she said casually that she didn't like it.

Walking all the way to the north, through the deep peach blossom forest, the glass lanterns, and several simple and unpretentious small stone pavilions, which are his yard, he likes to make a very ordinary pot of tea in the small stone pavilion, light a furnace of fragrance, or lay a game of chess, or read a book of scriptures, so he is not leisurely.

Pushing open the door of the courtyard, what caught my eye was a lotus glass lamp hanging on the side. Lan Zeyun stared at the lamp for a long time, and then moved to push open the bedroom, he is a very delicate and elegant person, even if it is a bedroom, the ornaments in the room are also very delicate and chic, there is always a clear purple gold sandalwood in the house, and now it has been replaced by a faint fragrance of lotus.

Lan Zeyun has turned around every scenery in the peach garden behind Huangquan inside and out, and there are too many memories that only belong to the two of them.

I don't know how long it took, Lan Zeyun got up and left Duluo's house, walked out of the door, and came to a peach blossom tree, under this slightly crooked peach blossom tree, what was buried was sweet and mellow peach blossom wine, some of which Duluo made himself, and some of which he stuffed indiscriminately.

Lan Zeyun took a small hoe, carefully turned over the soil, and under the soil cultivation, revealing one after another exquisite white porcelain jars, Lan Zeyun's godless gaze finally had some color, and regardless of whether his hands were stained with mud, he opened the lid casually.

A deep and thick fragrance came to his nose, Lan Zeyun sniffed, and then picked up the white porcelain jar and drank it all. It's still the same smell as it was at the beginning. The fragrance is crisp, with a hint of sweetness, and the aftertaste is endless.

Unconsciously, several jars of belly, time has passed, maybe the wine that he buried himself is also ripe, there is no trace of sour and bitter taste, Lan Zeyun's white and tender little face is red, his eyes are blurred, and he seems to be drunk. I don't know if Duluo's luck is good or not, whether I have drunk the wine I buried, at that time, it must have been very bitter and astringent, and it was difficult to swallow.

Thinking about it, Lan Zeyun's eyes were wet, and there was a trace of bitterness on his lips inexplicably, things are not people, the huge yellow spring, the huge peach garden in the back mountain, and now it is barren and has become like this, as if there are some afterimages left in these peach blossom wine that have been buried for many years, and the others have disappeared cleanly.

Everything was just like the dream that made her heart palpitate in the bones, he left, really left. And she didn't even see the last of him.

Passing through the scarlet Manzhu Sawa in Jiaoxi for ten miles, go all the way in, you can see a deep, calm dark river, can swallow the soul, called Lechuan, it is said that if you touch the water of the Lechuan River, the soul will be destroyed, and it will never leave a trace again. On the Lechuan River, there was a dilapidated boat floating alone, and at the bow of the boat stood a small boatman, holding oars and wearing an acacia. There was a dark and round wine gourd pinned to his waist. Stiff action of breaking the water.

Lan Zeyun staggered to the bank of the Lechuan River, this place, she doesn't come often, and she doesn't know why, she doesn't like it here, depressed and dull, and there is a smell of death everywhere.

Lan Zeyun stood on the bank of the river and looked at the water of the Lechuan River, this water was really strange, and he couldn't even see a shadow.

On the bank of the Lechuan River, there is a small bridge that connects the passage road, and the name is called Nahe. As for what was in the darkness on the other side of the river, no one knew at all.

Lan Zeyun staggered onto the bridge, although the demons had moved away from the Yellow Spring, but the bridge was indeed overcrowded as always. Lan Zeyun carefully avoided the soul from the mortal world, and kept walking inside, until he saw the old figure at the end and stopped.

Meng Po raised her eyes and looked at Lan Zeyun who was leaning against the railing, and she was busy with herself. Lan Zeyun didn't leave, drunk, and stood aside fixedly. It wasn't until the barrels around Meng Po were completely empty that the queue dispersed.

Meng Po patted her cotton linen clothes, stood up, stared at Lan Zeyun and said, "What are you doing here?" He is not an ordinary person, he will not come here. ”

Lan Zeyun bit his lip, and only after half a salary did he say, "I... Just to come and see, he said you were his best friend. ”

Meng Po bent over, sighed, her eyes sank, stared at Lan Zeyun and said: "It is indeed his best friend, he is so stupid, he is so impulsive, and he broke the floating slaughter." ”

Lan Zeyun lowered his head, not daring to look at Meng Po: "I'm sorry, it's me who has caused him, I..."

"That's it, it's useless to talk about this, the matter has come to this, each has its own fate, you go quickly. The old body is going back. ”

Meng Po packed up her things, took the flat pole standing aside, and was about to carry back the big wooden barrel in front of her.

Lan Zeyun saw that Meng Po didn't pay attention to herself, and knew in her heart that she must be resentful of herself.

"Seniors, wait, I know that I have sinned deeply, harming the emperor and the common people, and the younger generations are here today to come... What is the remedy? ”

When Meng Po heard this, she put down her flat burden, turned her head to look at Lan Zeyun and said, "How do you want to remedy it?" ”

Lan Zeyun looked firm, looked at Meng Po and said, "Please also ask the seniors to point out a feasible path, and the juniors will never give up." ”

The sky was darker, the two stood on the bridge and looked at each other, the cool breeze mixed with some bone-chilling from a distance, this Lethe River seemed to suddenly come to life, played a lamentation, sang to the bottom of people's hearts.

"You want to save him?"

"Where the heart wants!"

Meng Po looked at Lan Zeyun's sincere appearance, and said: "He is not an ordinary person, now that the floating slaughter has been broken, most of them have turned into dust, and they have gone with the wind, how to save him?" Go away, and don't delay here. ”

Meng Po waved her hand to refuse, Lan Zeyun stared at Meng Po's resolute back, and fell to the ground with a "plop": "Senior! Zejun just wants to ask for a way out! No more thoughts! Even if it is death, as long as you can get what you want, you will never say a word more! ”

The yellow spring on the winter night seemed even more silent, not even a bird called, Lan Zeyun straightened his back, knelt on the bridge fixedly, and his face did not change at all.

I don't know that the wind blowing in from that tuyere is cold and cold, coupled with the miserable and miserable and endless lamentations of this Lethe River, which is even more infiltrating.

Lan Zeyun felt that the gust of wind seemed to blow to her heart, and a cold that seeped out from the bottom of her heart kept coming out. But none of this dampened the fervent hope in her heart.

These days, she went to every city that Duluo walked, she went to Fenxi, asked the jade fan, and all the people who were involved with Duluo were searched by her. went around and around, and finally came to this Lethe River. She just wanted him to live. This is the obsession in my heart!

After about two or three hours, Lan Zeyun felt that his limbs were stiff, and even his blood was about to coagulate.

Suddenly, Lan Zeyun saw a pair of crimson embroidered shoes embroidered with Manzhu Sawa stop in front of him.

Lan Zeyun paused, raised his eyes and saw that in front of him was a stunning beauty wearing a purple smoke veil skirt, with snow-white skin, hair like ink, a smile and a smile, full of charm, willow eyebrows and thin waist, red lips and white teeth, layers of galaxies in her eyes, and scarlet Danko on her hands. It was Meng Po.

Meng Po looked at Lan Zeyun, whose lips were purple, and said: "This Lechuan is the boundary of the underworld, the yin qi is concentrated, if you stay for a long time, the yin qi will devour the heart, the whole body will be cold, stiff and die, you are not afraid?" ”

Lan Zeyun bit his lip vigorously to sober up his consciousness a little before replying: "Seniors, juniors are not afraid, Zeyun only wants a bright path to take." ”

"Minglu? How can Minglu be so easy to find, the world is bustling, and they all want to come back from the dead, but unfortunately they are all fantasy and daydreams. Less than one in 10,000 can accomplish what is in the heart. ”

Meng Po sighed. Without persuasion, Lan Zeyun heard this, and a ray of light slowly burst out of his eyes: "Less than one in 10,000? Senpai means... Is there still a clear road? ”

Meng Po sorted out her green silk and said with a smile: "Do you know that the water of Lethe River can swallow the soul, but this Meng Po soup that you have to drink is to use this water of Lethe River, it can be seen that the things in the world are interlocking, and there are always some indescribable opportunities." ”