In the faint memory picture, we see a man standing quietly by the locust tree, the locust tree is outside the window that we can see now, the man has a handsome face as sharp as a knife, he looks at the bridge and looks at a woman on the bridge.

I took a deep breath, it was clearly Han Yu standing under the locust tree, and what he was looking at was Ye Qingyu who had crossed the Nai He Bridge and entered the reincarnation.

Meng Po put a cup of tea by the window, before entering the reincarnation, Han Yu passed by the window and drank it all with a faint smile, the next time he came, he brought the herbs to make Meng Po soup as a thank you, every time he came to the window, there must be a cup of tea, and gradually like a tacit understanding that everything is in words, a few herbs for a cup of tea is considered a consolation in this netherworld.

There is not much time to stay here in each life, if Han Yu comes early to clean up the once barren and derelict Meng Po Village, Meng Po will always put a cup of tea on the steps, he will sit on the steps to rest when he is tired, many lifetimes later, this Meng Po Village will be taken care of by Han Yu into the scene we see today, lush and spring.

Every time he came here, he was surprised to find that Meng Po would always sit on the steps, and there was always a cup of tepid tea next to her, and he always drank it all without giving birth, and then leaned on the steps to look at the spring in the courtyard.

But he never knew that Meng Po would sit on this step every day and look at the gate outside the village to see through the autumn water, and every day there would always be two teacups on the steps, Meng Po would drink one cup alone, and if the other cup was cold, she would pour it out and refill the hot tea.

If Han Yu came early, he would sit by the window and quietly look at the Nai He Bridge, staring silently at the eyes full of affection and affection, just to wait for the moment when Ye Qingyu appeared.

But he never knew that Meng Po's eyes on the steps were even hotter and more lonely when she sat on the railing.

Meng Po finally couldn't bear the torment of waiting, reincarnated as a person to find a temple to keep alone, the courtyard in the temple was as deserted as this Meng Po Village, Meng Po knew that he liked plants and trees, and took care of it with his own hands and planted flowers and plants in the flower beds of the temple, and when he came, it was already green shade and grass green and red.

If he is tired or too seriously injured, he will come to this temple, as if no matter when he comes, there will always be a cup of tea with just the right temperature waiting for him in Meng Po Village, in the smoke of tea, he saw Meng Po's shallow smile, with the blazing anticipation, carefully bandaged the wound for him, if he was tired, he would fall asleep on Meng Po's body.

But what he never knows, Meng Po reincarnated as a human just wants to see him more, but what remains unchanged is still waiting, only the moment he falls asleep in her arms, Meng Po will stare at him quietly just as he watched Ye whispering by the window.

Meng Po knew that if he wasn't too tired or too seriously injured, he wouldn't come here, and he would sit quietly all night when he saw him asleep for fear of disturbing him, his eyes were full of reluctance and love, but unfortunately Han Yu would never see it.

When Han Yu's injuries healed or he had enough rest, she would say goodbye to Meng Po, and she would always send Han Yu to the door.

"Don't move......" Han Yu suddenly looked at Meng Po with a serious face, the smile on the corner of his mouth was uninhibited and proud, and he slowly stretched out his hand to touch Meng Po's cheek, at that moment Meng Po's fingers trembled, it may be the expectation she was waiting for, but Han Yu's hand rose and took a petal between her green silk. Go back, I'll bring some flowers next time, your Yin Temple is full of so many flowers and plants, and none of them have ever bloomed......"

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Yin Temple!

Han Yu's whole person trembled suddenly, the temple in the memory picture is too familiar to us, it is the Yin Temple of Dushan, Han Yu seemed to remember something, and stretched out his hand to pick up the cup of tea that Meng Po poured for him at the end of the case.

The tea was already cold and could not smell the overflowing fragrance of tea, Han Yu hesitated for a moment and drank it all, at that moment, although Meng Po on the other side had already burst into tears, she finally smiled, as if that cup of tea was an obsession that she had been unable to let go.

Han Yu's hands trembled badly the moment he drank the tea, his face was full of fear when he took a step forward, and he slowly stretched out his hand to gently remove the light veil on Meng Po's face, when Han Yu and we saw Meng Po's face.

The teacup in Han Yu's hand fell to the ground, and I think his heart was like the broken teacup at this moment, which could no longer heal.

It is rumored that Meng Po has a peerless face, and sitting opposite us, Meng Po is fresh and elegant, but still detached, the standard facial features are like beautiful jade, and there is no flaw to be found, which can be called a world-famous face, but we will not be unfamiliar with this face.

Fang Xiang.

Meng Po is Fang Xiang, I looked at the broken teacup on the ground and finally knew why Fang Xiang always poured tea for Han Yu again and again, and changed the cup again when the tea was cold, she wanted Han Yu to drink that cup of tea, because that tea contained all Han Yu's memories of her, and what she poured for Han Yu was not only a cup of tea, but also Fang Xiang's unforgettable love for Han Yu.

Stay together for generations......

Han Yu did it, but he didn't expect that there was another person around him who was also silently doing the same thing for him, Ye Qingyu didn't recognize Han Yu after all, but he didn't know Fang Xiang's intentions.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I remember everything, I'm Wen Zhuo......" He suddenly rushed to Fang Xiang and held her face tightly with both hands, and begged while hurriedly wiping the tears from her cheeks. You are the god of yin, and the god cannot cry, otherwise you will be scattered and destroyed......"

Wen Zhuo was suddenly stunned when he said this, he saw Fang Xiang weak, with a meaningful smile on his pale face, Wen Zhuo couldn't hold back his tears anymore, and hugged Fang Xiang tightly in his arms and cried desperately and helplessly.

I squirmed the corners of my mouth in emotion, and God couldn't cry......

From the moment he planned to go down to the netherworld to see Meng Po to retrieve the memories of his previous life, Fang Xiang should have known this ending, only Fang Xiang's tears could open Wen Zhuo's memories of his previous life, Fang Xiang knew the consequences but did not inform him, the person who waited for him but had no regrets In the end, Wen Zhuo actually forced her to shed tears of God with his own hands.

Just like Wen Zhuo said, the gods will fall into tears and their souls will be scattered, Wen Zhuo knows that it is too late to regret it, so she wants to fall into Wen Zhuo's arms, this may be the warmth she is looking forward to the most, and she will stay together until the end finally let Wen Zhuo know her mind.

"The First ...... of the Divine Venerable When I came to the Netherworld, I fell in love at first sight, it was me...... I don't know what I can do, and I know that God is ...... He has only that man in his eyes, and does not ask God for mercy...... I just want to stay by my side, and I want to have my own selfish desires...... Then let the god drink the Meng Po soup, and the god respected the promise to accompany Fang in the Yin Temple...... It's enough to think about it. Fang Xiang smiled weakly and said intermittently to Wen Zhuo. Fang wants to ...... all the time are all waiting for this day, God...... Zun remembered that Fang Xiang was destined to be this ending, even if it was a moth to the fire...... I want to have no regrets. ”

"It's Wen Zhuo's cynicism that disrespects you, why didn't you tell me earlier!" Wen Zhuo was heartbroken, and Fang Xiang hugged Fang Xiang tighter. "If I knew it would be like this, I would never force you to give me memories of my past life."

"Divine Venerable...... Don't mind, it's all ...... Fang Xiang is willing, and God respects her for the rest of the world...... To wait for her to remember you, she wants to know...... She is a god who lingers...... The pain that doesn't go. "Fang wanted to say this, and used his last strength to take out a bowl of soup and medicine." This bowl is ...... The memories of her past life, you give her...... When you drink it, you can remember the past, and you want to know the world...... I don't want to watch the torment of the world's hard work...... The Divine Venerable was saddened, this is what Fang wanted...... The last thing to do for the deity. ”

Wen Zhuo was speechless in pain, and gently held Fang Xiang's face like rain, a tear fell on her cheek, Fang Xiang's body shone brightly, and it dissipated into countless lights and shadows in Wen Zhuo's arms until it disappeared.

Yes!

Wen Zhuo suddenly raised his head and shouted, all the debts, regrets and heartache in his heart were all vented, echoing in the underworld for a long time, I think his heart was really broken.

At the moment when Fang Xiang feathered the Three Realms, countless red flowers suddenly bloomed in this courtyard, the red was blazing red and gorgeous, it was the flower on the other side, it must have been planted in this courtyard by Fang Xiang, just like she planted in the Yin Temple, Wen Zhuo never understood why the flowers of the Yin Temple did not bloom, because he didn't know that Fang wanted him to drink the Meng Po soup from the moment he knew that she and Wen Zhuo were like this flower before.

Flowers and leaves do not see each other, life and life are wrong, love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death......

Once Wen Zhuo remembered who he was, he unexpectedly also when Fang Xiang's soul was scattered, and the prince was also in awe, his hands were folded, and he silently recited the scriptures in his mouth.

Wen Zhuo can whisper for Ye to stay with each other for the world, Fang Xiang is not for him, Wen Zhuo even has expectations for Fang Xiang to explain that there is no result but still moths to the fire, but in the end, Fang Xiang finally has no regrets, she used the Feathering Three Realms in exchange for Wen Zhuo remembering the bits and pieces of Meng Pozhuang and the Yin Temple that had been accompanied by each other.

A cup of tea prepared no matter when you come, how many people in the world can do it, Fang Xiang used the simplest thing to carry all her love for Wen Zhuo, the flowers blooming in the courtyard seem to be a tribute to Fang Xiang's silent hard work in this world, I think that the red will be engraved in Wen Zhuo's heart forever.

Wen Zhuo looked at Fang Xiang who dissipated in his arms, he wanted to be able to retain that moment of warmth, but the light and shadow of the feather disappeared from his fingertips, looking at the emptiness in his arms, only the blood at the corner of Fang Xiang's mouth was still dripping on Wen Zhuo's chest, and it was as red and gorgeous as the flower on the other side.

Fang wants to stay by the bridge in this underworld I don't know how many lives, I am used to seeing love, hatred, hatred, sorrow and joy, and in the end, I only sigh that it is too late to see each other, if she meets Wen Zhuo, he does not have Ye whispering in his heart, maybe the ending will not be as miserable as now.

Wen Zhuo has walked on the bridge in the underworld many times, he fulfilled his oath to stay with each other for the rest of his life, but in the end, he could only sigh that he never looked back, the eternal life he owed to Ye Qingyu could not be made up, and he owed Fang Xiang how to repay it.

Wen Zhuo knelt on the ground and spread his hands and tears rained down, crying miserably helpless and desperate, like a child losing the most precious thing and heartbreaking, we were all moved when we stood next to us, Gu Xiaoxiao and Yun Duruo also silently cried.

He turned to look at me, and said to me in a sad voice as he burst into tears.

"Wen Zhuo has never begged anyone, today here Wen Zhuo begs you, until you really come into the world to retrieve the power of the Emperor of the Underworld, you are in charge of the life and death and time of the Three Realms, I beg you to help me save Fang Xiang, Wen Zhuo is willing to fight with his life!"

I looked at him in front of me, not at all like Tianzun who was in charge of the Thunder Empire, completely like a desperate child, I couldn't bear the sadness in his eyes, I nodded and said in the affirmative.

"Help, I must save you, I promise you to do my best to help you save Fang Xiang."