When Ao Jian walked through the Huangquan Road, Lu Hong also heard the ancient god say that the saint died in the catastrophe, but when he heard Li Guiyang personally say that the ancient saint was devoured by the ghouls, his heart was still moved. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he is fundamentally saint what kind of existence it is.

Thinking of the terrible scene of the apocalyptic catastrophe and the terrible scene of the catastrophe and thunder, he couldn't help but feel afraid.

The conversation between the two did not disperse until the evening, and Lu Hong had too many questions, about the catastrophe of the end of the law, about the Ghoul Sect, about the Ancient Dao Gate, and about the curse of the Immortal Gate.... However, Li Guiyang's knowledge is also very limited, as a pure swordsman, he himself does not care too much about these things.

"Senior, it's time for me to take my leave",

At sunset, Lu Hong put down the wine jar and stood up to give Li Guiyang a salute.

Li Guiyang didn't return the salute, just nodded and said, "Boy, don't forget the ten-year covenant",

Lu Hong smiled bitterly: "I will never dare to forget it, seniors, there will be a period in the future",

took Qing'er's little hand and walked up the fog-filled avenue, and when he turned back, Li Guiyang and the leafy tree had disappeared, and both of them were already in the fog, only Li Guiyang's majestic voice came from afar through the fog.

"Boy, don't be careless, you're already in the middle of nowhere",

"Thank you seniors for the reminder",

Although he didn't know what he meant, Lu Hong still thanked him.

And he soon knew the meaning of Li Guiyang's words, the spacious road under his feet exuded a wicked atmosphere, and the fog outside his body was lifeless, making people uncomfortable, as if there were souls shuttling outside his body, and figures walked slowly with sad sounds.

Qing'er unconsciously tightened his hand tighter.

After walking dozens of steps, a bridge faintly appeared in the fog, the strange thing is that this gray stone bridge can only see the bridge, but can not see the end of the bridge, the yellow river under the bridge rolls, and there is a black stone tablet standing at the bridgehead.

"Nai, Ho, bridge .....",

When he saw the handwriting on the black stone tablet clearly, Lu Hong's heart moved, and when he looked back, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the withered yellow on the ground came into view, and a black shadow walked past him, like a walking corpse.

"Here it is... Little Six Ways .....",

Sansheng Stone, Nai He Bridge, Lechuan Shui, everything is so familiar, but without Meng Po, Niu Tou Ma Mian, and Soul Hook Messenger, the Yin Soul here is wandering around like a lonely soul and a wild ghost, and everything else is exactly the same as the Xiao Liudao I saw before.

Qing'er's face turned pale, and what she was most afraid of was the dirty things that appeared from time to time.

Lu Hong calmed down, and saw that there was a white expanse everywhere, only the bridge was clearly visible, and he took Qing'er's hand and walked forward.

When I arrived at the bridge, I found that the stagnant water under the bridge was more terrifying than the Huangquan Road I had just walked, and when the river was rolling, a corpse emerged, and there was nothing else in the river except the corpse that had been soaked, and Lu Hong and Qing'er both looked at it with disgust.

When the two were about to cross the bridge, they found that on the left side of the bridge, there was a gray lying stone on the opposite side of the black stone stele, and the surface of the lying stone was as smooth and translucent as a bronze mirror, but because the color was almost the same as the Nai He Bridge, so both of them ignored it.

"Hey, this stone .....",

Qing'er took two steps back, lowered her head curiously, and suddenly a face identical to her appeared on the smooth lying stone, but the clothes and hair accessories were completely different.

Qing'er was wearing a pale cyan skirt and two delicate ponytails, while the girl in the lying stone, although her face was the same as hers, was wearing a small cyan jacket and a braided head.

She didn't notice at first, but after a moment she realized she was looking in the mirror and straightened up in shock.

"Young Master....",

Her face was pale.

Lu Hong pinched her little hand and said softly: "Don't be afraid, if I guess correctly, this should be the Sansheng Stone",

Lu Hong also saw everything in his eyes.

"Sansheng Stone....",

Qing'er was a little incredulous, this kind of thing that only exists in myths and legends really exists?

If you don't believe it, but she also saw everything Lu Hong saw before, not only that, but at this time, the two of them are in Xiaoliudao, this is the bridge, the Lechuan River is in front of you, what's so strange about one more Sansheng Stone?

Lu Hong didn't say anything, just looked at the lying stone quietly.

The picture in the lying stone quietly changed, the "Qing'er" wearing a small jacket and wearing a twisted braid was originally smiling and smiling, but the scene changed as soon as the picture turned, and the scene in the lying stone seemed to be much farther away, Lu Hong saw a grass house, and there was a peach blossom forest like fire outside the grass house.

"Here it is... Xinghua Village....",

When he saw the peach forest, Lu Hong's heart couldn't help but move, he couldn't be more familiar with this peach blossom forest.

The thatched hut enlarged little by little in front of me, and gradually through the window, I saw a small bed inside, and a young girl was lying on the bed covered with a quilt, looking thin and thin, and when I saw her face clearly, Lu Hong's eyebrows were raised again.

Sakurakou has a strong nose and a well-behaved appearance, and it is the Qing'er who is wearing a blue jacket and a twisted braid.

It's just that at this time, she is very weak, and she has long lost her radiant appearance, and her little hand stretched out the quilt as if she wanted to pick up the water cup on the table, but before she could touch the water cup, her hand hung down gently, and she was desperate.

Lu Hong's heart twitched violently, and his spirit was in a trance.

And the picture on the lying stone flashed away, and soon a pretty face appeared.

is still exactly the same Sakurakou Qiong nose as Qing'er, soft eyebrows, but she combs her short ear-length hair, wears a skirt and hands behind her back to look cute and cute, she squats down to take care of a teenager's clothes, her movements are delicate and gentle.

The young man was dressed in brocade and satin, with a jade sword on his back, and lazy eyebrows, which was extremely similar to Lu Hong.

Then the picture turned, the two were in a boudoir, the short-haired girl was sick in bed, the young man sat on the edge of the bed, holding her little hand, he held it so tightly, his face was no longer that lazy expression, but melancholy, he whispered something.

The short-haired girl seemed to hear his words, opened her eyes and looked at him in a daze, the corners of her mouth smiled, two lines of tears crossed the corners of her eyes, closed her eyes and passed away, the young man held her hand tightly, and lowered her head with tears in the corners of her eyes and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

A ripple flowed by, and the picture on the lying stone seemed to be a picture scroll folded up, and the smooth mirror image was restored.

Qing'er rubbed her reddish eyes and choked up, "Young Master, was that Qing'er's previous life?"

Lu Hong gently wiped away the tears on her face and said, "Maybe,

"That's... That person, is that you?",

Lu Hong held his hand and trembled, and said, "Yes, of course it's me, of course it's me.....",

...... (To be continued.) )