In the mountains, in a tall bush, after a while, a man dressed in white clothes, white coat, white pants, and white shoes came out.

The zipper of his shirt was halfway pulled up, revealing the white vest inside, and the wheat yellow skin at the neckline, and a dark brown necklace hung around his neck, the exposed part was strung together by small beads, and the material could not be seen, but it seemed to feel a trace of coolness on it.

Looking at his face again, this person is actually Luo Yu.

Luo Yu was a little confused at the moment, he didn't know how he could appear in this big mountain, his brows furrowed tightly, looking at the path in front of him.

He was familiar with this path, or rather, he was familiar with this mountain, and he had lived in this mountain for nearly ten years.

Luo Yu's memory was still stuck in the time when he was separated from Yin Feng, in the blink of an eye, but when he got here, he couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Luo Yu gently brushed off the grass blades sticking to his body with his hand, and looked at the green marks on the grass on the surface of his shoes, he shook his head helplessly.

Although Luo Yu has always liked to wear white, the current situation once again shows one point - white clothes are really not suitable for wearing in the wild.

Luo Yu looked around, raised his feet and walked onto the path in front of him.

This is a rare flat land in the mountains, although the area is not large, but in the uneven mountains, it is very rare.

Instead of cultivating it into a field, the mountain people allowed it to grow with flowers and plants, and it became a place for children in the mountain village to play and play.

At this time, it is the most beautiful time of the clearing, and it is full of all kinds of flowers, different shapes and colors, and it is simply a sea of flowers.

Luo Yu walked on the path among the flowers, and his mood became happy.

As he walked, he looked at the flowers on the side of the road, there are many flowers here are perennial herbaceous species, that is, often said to continue the root flowers, Luo Yu is very familiar with them, just like old friends for many years, where they grow, when to bloom, when to thank you, how long the flowers bloom, what color, what taste, there are a few petals, these Luo Yu are well known, such as a number of treasures.

Originally, the path that could be completed in a few minutes according to Luo Yu's speed seemed to be impossible to finish today, walking, walking, I don't know how long it took for Luo Yu to reach the other end of the path.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at his sweat-stained hands suspiciously.

Luo Yu's physical strength has always been very good, he has practiced kung fu since he was a child, and he always runs around with the children in the mountains, climbing high and low, walking such a little way, it should be as easy and freehand for him as a few breaths, and he shouldn't sweat so much.

Could it be that I haven't practiced during this period of time, and my physical strength has declined? The most fearful thing about practicing is to be exposed to the cold, and it seems that I still have to work hard, and I can't waste the kung fu I have practiced for many years.

Luo Yu shook his hand, shook off the sweat on his hand, and walked onto the small arch bridge in front of him.

This small arch bridge is said to have been built by the ancestors in the mountains with people to move to this time, the river is not wide, so the span of the small arch bridge is also very small, only a single hole.

The small arch bridge is made entirely of stones, which are carefully selected from the mountains not far away, and the texture is very hard, so after hundreds of years, it still stands up and supports the road to cross the river.

Slowly walk across the small bridge, on the side of the road at the end of the small bridge, there is a big stone, I don't know who placed it here when and why, the stone is slightly flat, when he was young, he liked to climb up and lie on it to blow the wind and bask in the sun, but when he grew up, because there was not much time, he rarely came.

Luo Yu walked to the side of the stone, raised his hand and touched it gently, feeling the cragginess left by the years on its body.

He walked slowly around the stone, his hand gently caressing the surface of the stone, and his eyes carefully looked at the lines on it, looking for traces of his childhood.

Suddenly, he saw a few lines of delicate small characters on the stone, the words were engraved, very clear, easy to recognize, only to see that the inscription on it was: "Lian Lian, you and I agree for a hundred years, if anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, why not wait on the bridge for three years." ”

Underneath these four lines of small characters are two lines of smaller words: "I have been waiting for you for a thousand years, but you don't know the concubine." ”

Luo Yu felt very strange, because he was very familiar with this stone, he had never seen any words on it for more than ten years before, but today it suddenly appeared for some reason, and it seems that this handwriting should have existed for a long time.

He looked at the words, the font felt indescribably familiar, in the place where the handwriting was concave, he saw some dark red things inside, not like paint or ink, he looked carefully, this color and state, is it dried blood?

Luo Yu suddenly felt very sad, he raised his trembling hand, gently stroked the lines, when his fingers just touched those words, an extremely strong emotion, mixed with sadness, expectation, resentment, and thick despair, entered from his fingertips, along his arm, into his heart.

Luo Yu felt that his heart was very painful, so painful that he was about to suffocate, as if he was about to be torn apart. He gasped for air, sweat and tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping to the ground, quickly absorbed by the dark red soil. It was as if the composition of that land was no longer soil, but had become a sponge, greedily absorbing all the liquid that fell without leaving a trace.

Luo Yu raised his hand again, put it on the top of the handwriting, his hand gradually strengthened, grasping the surface of the stone engraved with the words, the knuckles became white, and then his hand slowly grabbed from top to bottom, his fingertips were quickly worn out, and the blood left five shocking blood marks on the surface of the stone.

When Luo Yu's hand passed through the last line of words, the layer on the surface of the stone in front of him actually began to peel off, with those handwriting that made his heart ache, and also with his blood, it fell to the ground little by little, and then revealed three blood-red seal characters - "Sansheng Stone".

A gust of wind blew, drying the tears on Luo Yu's face, and also blowing away the inexplicable sadness in his heart, Luo Yu raised his hand to look, but strangely found that the blood stains on it were gone, and there was not even any trace of injury.

"Young man, would you like a bowl of soup?"

An old voice came from behind him, awakening Luo Yu's senses.

He looked back and saw that across the path behind him, there was an old woman, her back was a little rickety, wearing a shabby coarse cloth clothes, wearing a dirty headscarf, there was a small car in front of her, and there was a pot on top of the cart, and something was boiling in the pot, and there was a burst of white gas, and on one side of the pot, there were several large white bowls, in which was the soup from the pot, and the old woman was standing behind the cart, pointing to the big bowl in front of her, and showing a strange smile at him.

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