Erha, with his head down, was quiet for a long time. Maybe, that sad memory, Erha doesn't want to say it. That sad memory will always be the deepest wound in Erha's heart.

"That day, my father, and my mother, were caught up by them. I saw them plunge their swords into my mother's body. Then my mother fell. At the same time as my mother, she fell, threw me into the air. While I was dangling in the air, I saw their swords stabbing at my father and my mother! Then I fell into the dry well. I guess my father and my mother are already unlucky. Erha, when he said the last sentence, he immediately followed, and then, he couldn't help but shed a few tears.

Erha, these tears that can't help but flow out contain. Erha, the longing between his father and his mother.

"Later, after I fell into a dry well. This dry well is deep, very deep. I fell in this dry well for a long, long time. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the light. has come to this world. Then I began to spend a few years in the mountain, whose name it was unknown. Finally, I met Xiaoyezi. I seem to be quite lucky, otherwise, I guess, I am still in that mountain, obscure. Erha, very sighing.

Bai Lingling, listening from the sidelines, didn't know whether what Erha said was true or false. However, Bai Lingling was still listening quietly.

Luo Mu was lightly cold, and Yan Shuang flew away. In the mirror, between the water and the moon, between disillusionment, see the prosperity of a lifetime, sigh the years, after this will not. Ten thousand waves of red dust, ethereal dust, derived from the fetters of the world.

The years of bone erosion have blown away the final family members and broken down the lifelong bonds. Sigh the impermanence of the world, give a song of breeze and bright moon, drink a glass of wine that asks the sky, and blow a song of the great river to the east. The red dust and everything in the world are abandoned, and the joys and sorrows of a life are broken.

Lost his disguise, shattered his shackles, and broke his shackles. A long journey, with no beginning and no end, whether it is to travel through the red dust or play in life, why bother too much. Step on the bluestone road of the ancient city, climb the famous mountain ape crossing the stone, watch the flowing water for 3,000 feet, and listen to the crystal beads falling on the jade plate.

Enlightenment is a lifetime of Taoism, and a world of Bodhi is contemplated. Hidden ancient temples, listening to Zen, lotion mundane dust. The ancient Buddha of the green lantern, the wooden fish of the rosary, will accompany him for a lifetime, and he will become a Buddha bone relic, and he will live in bliss? All the worlds, all living beings, the cycle of heaven, no life and no destruction. The Buddha said, 'Don't say', what is 'can't', why 'don't say', the mirror platform, if there is nothing, why bother wiping.

The worldly red dust destroys all things and derives all things, that is, reincarnation. In the past life, there was a long and ancient rhyme, how many talented and beautiful people were separated from the chaos, how many golden iron horses, and how many love threads were cut off. It was a secret promise in my heart, but I fell into the flowers, kept the empty boudoir alone, wept, it was thinking, it was resentment, between love and hate, just a thought. The sunset is late, the Yiren have died, drink all the tears of remorse, think about the next life, and wish to hold the hand of the son, free from the red dust.

The sideburns can look back, sigh The scenery is infinite, just because the red dust has lost you, it fades the color and eliminates the meaning. Even if you are reincarnated, although it is the next life, no matter where you are, I will also look for you at the ends of the world, and I have no regrets in my life, just because the love in the past life is not over, and I am willing to continue this life. Even if you have been alone for a hundred years, I look forward to your delicate appearance at the beginning of your shadow.

Winter has gone to spring, and the four seasons have repeated. Love the red dust, spend the four seasons, find my heart, and watch the world. Walking in the middle of spring, watching the traces of the rain across the window lattice, lingering, turning into a rainbow on the horizon and a shadow in the water. Savor the warmth of summer, the passion is like fire, turning into a breeze under the shade of the trees, blowing through the tired faces of pedestrians.

Traveling through the autumn world, the sky is high and the clouds are light, looking at the vast earth, turning into melancholy, sighing at the distant sky. Looking at the cold wind in winter, Wei Aomei stood in the snow, turned into a rain of flowers, bypassed his fingertips, and fell into nothingness. The four seasons of red dust, spring, summer, autumn and winter, appreciate the various states of the world, and go through a reincarnation.

Colored paper rulers, tulle scrolls, can not write lingering affection, the road is not clear to send the moon lovesickness. I wish to turn into a paper crane, drifting with the spring breeze, free from the shackles, less melancholy, and more throbbing. I should have nothing to do, I am willing to fly in the wind, look down on the famous mountains and rivers, see the beautiful scenery of the red dust, and finally be alone in a corner, which is both a hidden world and a peerless world, occasionally returning by the wind, and finally turning into a crane and leaving.

Hongchen has me, far away in the vast sky, listen to the bleak spring rain all night, and taste a cup of fragrant and bitter tea. Whispering the tune of the water, recalling the lights and lights, playing a song of the piano, and watching a song of neon clothes and feathers. If you leave the red dust and break your life, then you will break your love, break your heart, have no dreams, and ruin people. Met in the sea of people, the past of Hongchen, composed a song of parting songs, resentful, hateful, the end of the song is scattered, but it can be a passing year.

Shake off the smoke and dust of half of the city, dress lightly, with a trace of expectation, pave the road with the morning sun, blow the dust with the breeze, and splash out layers of lines in the shadows. Pack away the obsession, and the fetters will run away. Walking through the weeping willow river, the figure of red dust is reflected, waiting to leave, leaving only fragments.

Zigui cries, twilight comes, the slanting sun flickers, rendering the sky burning. Returning in the night, the voices of people are quiet, the dogs bark and stop, the nightingale sleeps, day and night, a cycle has passed.

The red dust flashes by, reminiscing about the past, singing the flute, the flute and the piano, the wine, and the fragrant tea go to me, leaving my heart alone. Yu Xiao Xiao Hongchen, thinking about my heart.

At the same time, Ye Chen also began to cross the catastrophe. I saw that the first pure green lightning slashed towards Ye Chen.

But when this first pure green lightning bolt struck Ye Chen's body. Then, Ye Chen found that this lightning bolt was after the split. His cultivation level did not break through. Suddenly, Ye Chen couldn't help but have a very bad premonition.

Ye Chen, this time I had a very bad premonition. This time, like last time, is it going to fail? Suddenly, Ye Chen's mood began to be a little chaotic.

At the same time that Ye Chen's mood was in turmoil, immediately after, a second pure green lightning bolt also slashed towards Ye Chen from above. Suddenly, Ye Chen spat blood directly from his mouth.

This is just the second ray, pure green lightning! This second pure green lightning bolt directly spitted blood into Ye Chen, who was so powerful.

This pure green lightning, the power contained in it, isn't it, a little, too powerful?

Because, at the same time, Bai Lingling was by Erha's side, listening to Erha very quietly, telling about the past.