Until a few months ago, Liu Xiaoxiao married into the land of the underworld as a mortal, but the Sansheng Stone also bloomed on that day, reaching the sky. The light dissipated, but he saw that the three characters of Liu Xiruo carved by Fu Ming himself became the three characters of Liu Xiaoxiao, and since then, Fu Ming is convinced that his Liu Xiruo has passed away and become today's Liu Xiaoxiao.

Sansheng Stone is the Sanpin Xuanqi of the Hades, legend, the real body of this Sansheng Stone was originally a young man called Liyan, he was born with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and extraordinary, he was born in mortal dust, his family is solid, he is a handsome son, and he is chic, but throughout his life, he only loves a fireworks woman who is called amorous.

Amorous was bought by the bustard since he was a child, and he didn't worry about eating and drinking since he was a child, and he was held in the palm of his hand by the bustard, and he never couldn't bear to be beaten and scolded in order to preserve his perfect skin.

Affectionate and talented, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, omnipotent, although born in the dust, but sentimental, but also a rare wonderful person.

On the day of amorous adulthood, the old bustard was in a brothel called Baihualou, open bidding, selling amorous first night, naturally, the rules are as simple as possible, and the highest price wins.

Leaving the dead and a group of sons of a family, they just made up such a lively and lively one. Just because he took a more affectionate look at the fireworks flying in the sky, he fell into the swamp from then on, and he spent a lot of money to buy the amorous first night, but he only treated each other politely, chatted all night, and then, redeemed himself for the amorous at a high price.

The fireworks woman, who was despised by the world, was forced by her father to die, and was not allowed to leave the funeral into the amorous, but the divorce was even more stubborn, threatening not to marry in this life, and her father had no choice but to compromise.

Affectionate in the funeral mansion, although it is only the status of a concubine, but the funeral respects each other like a guest, the position of the wife, empty for a lifetime, the two have no children in their lives, but they love each other all their lives.

But at the age of twenty-eight years old, the disease ruthlessly took away the amorous young life. Leaving the dead is like losing your soul, and you are in the house with a hangover all day long. His father only left a son, and he tried everything to exhaust the family wealth, and finally the family fell into the middle of the road, and his father died with hatred.

He did not get out of the grief of his injury because of his father's departure, he held the wine in one hand and the magnolia flower he loved most in the other, stumbling and unknowingly walking into a lush mountain forest hundreds of miles away.

The name of this mountain is said to be forgetful, and he looked at the two bright red characters on the mountain stupidly, and murmured: "Forget, forget, how can I forget my feelings?"

But at the moment when the words fell, a golden light flashed on the Forgetful Mountain, but it was a female Bodhisattva dressed in white gauze and plain clothes, with a golden light on her head, the female Bodhisattva made a Buddha salute, and said in a soft and slow voice: "My Buddha is merciful, and I still smile, even if I am a Buddha, I can't forget my feelings, let alone your mortal body." ”

Since the amorous departure, he has been hungover all day long, his brain is groggy, sometimes sober, sometimes foggy, but no matter where he is, whether he is awake or not, there is only a shadow of amorous people in the center of his eyes.

The tide of longing drowned him entirely, with his every breath, every heartbeat, involving a bone-crushing pain, he also had a hangover in the flowers of Baihualou, drinking flower wine, and soaking in the night market, but what he saw in his eyes and thought of in his heart was always only amorous alone.

Over time, he was unwilling to suppress the emotions in his heart, and let the tide of love in his heart swallow him up, and his heart was distressed to the extreme, but it was also another love and love for amorous.

In a trance, I saw a female Bodhisattva with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and when I heard the witty words in her mouth, Yang Shou poured a sip of wine again and said: "The Bodhisattva is above, the disciple is just an infatuated person, thinking about love day and night, and suffering, and asking the Bodhisattva to guide the maze." ”

The female Bodhisattva smiled and replied: "The name of this mountain is the Mountain of Forgetfulness, but the people of the world cannot forget the seven emotions and six desires. ”

After the female bodhisattva finished speaking, she made a Buddha salute again, shining under her feet, carrying thousands of brilliance, and disappeared in the blue void of the Forgetful Mountain in an instant, leaving only a cold wind.

The wind carried the unique coolness, gently blowing into the tip of Liyan's heart, unconsciously, Liyan actually put down the wine pot and magnolia in his hand, put his hands together, sat cross-legged, and realized in an instant.

Since then, he has sat quietly at the foot of the mountain of forgetfulness, the wind and rain have blown, and thousands of years have passed, the tides have changed, and the vicissitudes of the sea have passed. The original verdant Forgetful Mountain has undergone thousands of years of polishing. It was actually retreating from the lush green of the mountains, and the mountain stones changed color, and they turned into a piece of dark green jade.

Thousands of years are fleeting. His mortal body has long been turned into a dust drifting away in the wind in the long river of time, but his soul is blended with the loveless landscape, milk, and merge.

Leaving the blood and writing, on the dark green jade into the wood carved "early to the other side" four words, then, a flash of brilliance, the jade turned by the mountain of forgetfulness as if instantly come to life, towards the mountains in the distance galloping away.

Since then, there is no more forgetful mountain in the world, but there is an additional stone that writes the love of three lives and the aura of heaven and earth, which is the three-life stone that people pass on from mouth to mouth.

At that time, there was no Fu Ming in the world, Fu Ming since he was born, he walked by the Sansheng Stone every day, but he never really cared about its changes, in his heart, the Sansheng Stone was just a lifeless mysterious weapon, even if it was entrusted with the infatuation of the people in the world, but after all, it was just a dead stone.

It wasn't until Liu Xiruo's immortal passed away that he occasionally heard the legend here, and he really understood the meaning of the Sansheng Stone, so he personally engraved Liu Xiruo's name on it.

Even the book of life and death can't trace the traces of the beauty, but the Sansheng Stone has produced an amazing change on the day Liu Xiaoxiao entered the palace.

Thinking of this, Fu Ming's heart felt a heavy and unspeakable depression, and he only said silently: "Since the ninth princess has come to visit the princess, it is inconvenient for this king to disturb too much, there are still some small things in the divine realm that need to be dealt with by this king, and the ninth princess is easy to sit." ”

For Fu Ming's strange reaction, the faint curiosity in Ruoxue's eyes became more and more intense, but she only bowed in a proper manner and said, "Brother-in-law, let's go!"

Fu Ming's heart was in turmoil at the moment, and he didn't care about Ruoxue's title at all, so he just waved his hand and strode away.

At this moment, on the side of the bridge full of flowers on the other side, the endless flowers on the other side stretch for thousands of miles, like a dazzling red carpet, the breeze blows, and it is like a blood-colored river, which is particularly spectacular.

Fu Ming froze in the void, stepping on a cloud of black, dark purple clothes, swaying with the wind, clean and dusty. As far as the eye could see, the originally quiet Sansheng Stone bloomed with a dark green glow, and the light broke through the sky and was unstoppable.