"Sister, there is juice and mulled wine here, is it okay?" After a while, the little girl came back with a few drinks.

"Yes, you can. Anne took a glass of juice and took two sips, and the little girl sat down on the sofa beside her and waited to hear Anne talk about it.

"Okay, then I'll tell you my favorite story. Anne saw that Liu Ye was listening attentively, and he also sat up straight, and slapped the small piece of wood on the coffee table, making a crisp sound.

"The injury is the most cold day in the evening, and the haggard people are pitiful. Invite wine to urge three cups of drunkenness, and find fragrance and dream five colder. The hairpin head and phoenix have tears, and I have no chance to spend it. Xiaolou is lonely and the new rainy moon is difficult to round like a hook. Anne's voice fell, Liu Ye's face was unconscious, and the system snorted and laughed.

"Rub, you're happy with a hammer. Anne expressed strong dissatisfaction with the system.

"Master, when did you change your career to storytelling? The system's voice seemed to be chuckling.

"It's a good feeling to tell a story like this, you know a hammer. Anne didn't think she was funny at all.

"Master, go on, I'm cool. "The system is silent.

"What are you doing?" another voice interrupted Anne's storytelling, and when she looked up, Vera was standing at the top of the stairs.

"Tell a story, do you want to listen to it?" said Anne, shaking her folding fan.

"What's the story?" Vera walked down the stairs and sat down beside Willow Leaf.

"This is a story with many names. Anne pointed to the flower on the table.

When it came to the flower, and where it came from, Jenny said she had never seen it, but she was an expert at it. Vera leaned back on the couch and poured herself a glass of wine.

"I have a collection, but I don't have it anywhere else. Anne shook the folding fan.

"Oh, it's called Lycoris, isn't it?

"It's also called the other side flower, and that's the story of the name I'm going to tell. Anne pointed to the pot of flowers on the table.

"Oh, then I'll hear it too. Vera became interested, put down her glass, and prepared to listen to Anne's nonsense, and just like that, Anne's audience grew to two.

"If you want to talk about the flowers on the other side, you have to talk about the Yin Cao Difu, Meng Po and Huangquan Road, the Lechuan River, and the Nai He Bridge. Anne cleared her throat and began to be his storyteller.

"If you want to ask what the Netherworld is, that's true, if it's in this world when you're alive, and when you die, your soul goes to another world......" Anne said, which was suddenly interrupted by Vera.

"When the strength reaches a certain level, the strength of the soul will become higher, and after death, the soul can also be kept out of the body for a period of time, and it can also be attached to some artifacts to maintain existence. ”

Anne slapped her head, damn it, I forgot that this world can be cultivated, it is a myth and story on the earth, and it can come true here.

"And some mages who specialize in soul cultivation can even exist in a state of soul detachment. Vera made up for it.

Anne almost didn't squirt a mouthful of old blood in Vera's face, but Anne couldn't let Mr. Storyteller's first book be folded in the hands of the audience, and he had to come back.

There is a saying called reincarnation, saying that living beings have actually lived once in the world before they were born, the last time it was a woman, this time it may be a man, this time it may be a man, the next time it may be an orc, life and death are like a reincarnation, and the reason why living beings will forget their previous lives is because of drinking Meng Po soup...... "Anne spat at the stars and popularized the theory of cause and effect reincarnation to the two, and successfully attracted the two.

"Speaking of Meng Po soup, of course, we have to say Meng Po, according to legend, the soul must first pass through the ghost gate, step through the Huangquan Road, go to the Delichuan River, drink Meng Po soup, and walk across the Nai He Bridge before reincarnation. Anne paused, and when she noticed that the two listeners had been attracted to his story, she was secretly complacent, and continued her big foolish action.

"Let's talk about the ghost gate first, this is the pass leading to the underworld, only after the death of the living soul can be seen, once you step in, there is no turning back, after the ghost gate pass is the Huangquan Road, the Huangquan road is full of flowers on the other side, the flowers bloom for a thousand years, the flowers and leaves are not seen for a thousand years, the memory of each other will never be lost, there is a river at the end of the road, called the Lechuan River, the river is blood-yellow, it is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts who cannot enter the reincarnation, the end of the Lechuan River is the bitter sea, there is a way is the bitter sea boundless, the ghosts who cannot be reincarnated will struggle in this bitter sea, although it is said that the bitter sea is boundless, but there is a glimmer of hope, as long as you can reach the end of the bitter sea, you can enter the reincarnation and be reborn。 "Anne is actually a bit talented, and with his slightly magnetic voice, and the tone of imitation of the storyteller, it really caught the two listeners to death.

"There is a Nai He Bridge on the Lechuan River, it is the only way to reach the Difu on the Huangquan Road, and it can be reincarnated only when you enter the Difu, there is an old woman at the head of the bridge, named Meng Po, she set up a big pot at the head of the bridge, which is boiled Meng Po soup, the ghost will lose all his memories when he drinks the Meng Po soup, if he does not drink the Meng Po soup, he will not be able to cross the Nai He Bridge, and he will not be able to enter the reincarnation, Meng Po soup is also known as forgetting the water or forgetting the sorrows, and he will forget the past life and this life when he drinks. A lifetime of love, hatred, and hatred, the ups and downs of a lifetime, all of which were forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po soup. The people who are concerned in this life, and the people who are hated in this life, are like strangers in the next life, and they don't know each other. Anne took a sip of the juice to moisten her throat, and it was a mouth-to-mouth affair to tell a story.

"However, the bridge is divided into three layers, the upper layer is red, the middle layer is yellow, and the lowest layer is black. The lower the level, the more dangerous it becomes, and it is full of lonely ghosts and ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. Those who do good deeds in life go to the upper level, those who are both good and evil go to the middle level, and those who do evil go to the lower level. Anne stopped at this point, and folded her fan on the coffee table.

"The background is probably finished, and if you don't talk about these things, you can't tell the story of the flower on the other side. ”

The two didn't react, Anne's story was too informative, they needed to digest it, but there was no way to do it, the mythological stories of China have a complete system and world view, so complete that it was hard to believe that they were myths, as if they really existed.

"Is this really just a legend?" Sure enough, Vera asked the question.

"I think so. Anne spread her hands, and the thing couldn't be explained, as if he had crossed over.

"You continue. Vera motioned for Anne to continue her nonsense.

"The story I told about the flower on the other side is related to this Meng Po, this ugly old woman in the bridge is just her changing appearance, her original appearance is a peerless beauty who is unparalleled in the world, and the country is overwhelmed, the world is extremely chaotic at that time, everyone will have the memory of the previous life when they are born, all the hatred and grievances can not be ended, and the war cannot be stopped, Meng Po is the daughter of the overlord in the war, her name is Lu, she is not only beautiful, Wen Tao Wuluo is also a few people, the overlord also said that she is regarded as a treasure, the so-called troubled times produce heroes, heroes with beauties, Lu fell in love with a general under the overlord, the general's name is Ying Long......" Anne said this, paused, opened the folding fan and put it in front of her to poss.

Ying Long is also born handsome and unparalleled, heroic, both civil and military, even Lu is deeply admired for him, and Ying Long also loves Lu, the two are like fairy couples, but the war is always cruel, in the war, Ying Long single-handedly killed the enemy, and killed more than half of the enemy generals, and finally died of exhaustion, the news reached the ears of Lu's father, grief at the same time also blocked the news, just said that Ying Long was missing, for fear of Lu being too sad and martyred, and buried Ying Long's body at the end of the world, the so-called end of the world, is the end that can never be found。 Anne put down the folding fan and sighed softly.

After learning the news of Ying Long's disappearance, Lu began to look for Ying Long's traces all over the world, a year, ten years, a hundred years, she toured every corner of the world, but never found any trace of Ying Long, her father couldn't bear his daughter like this, and finally told Ying Long's death to Lu, and told Ying Long's body where he was buried, Lu did not cry, because she had drained all her tears in the past hundred years, and her grief also dispersed all the water elements within a radius of thousands of miles, burying herself beside him, her feelings and thoughts turned into a flower on the other side and bloomed in front of the grave, this flower bloomed for a thousand years, the flower fell for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves did not meet, which also meant that the two would never see each other again. Anne gently flicked the petals of the flower in the pot with her hand, and did not continue.

"And then?" Vera asked when she saw that Anne was no longer talking, she was past the age of listening to love stories, unlike the tearful eyes of the little girl in the willow leaves.

"Actually, the story is pretty good at this point. Anne took a sip of the juice and shook the fan, this guy's storytelling level is average, and the buckle itself is a sudden.

"The story isn't over yet. Vera shook her head, she wanted to hear it last.

"Then I'll move on......" Anne sat cross-legged on the couch, one hand on her knee, the other holding a fan, elbow on her knee.

"Although Ying Long single-handedly made the war show a one-sided trend, but the retention of memories after reincarnation still led to the emergence of various new and old hatreds, so the master of the underworld began to travel to the mainland to find a way, passing by the graves of Ying Long and Lu, he saw this flower on the other side, and immediately took a fancy to the artistic conception contained in it, which is the last medicinal material in his recipe for treating the problem of reincarnation memory, the most affectionate thing in the world.

The owner of the underworld didn't think much about it, and directly picked the flower on the other side, but he didn't expect to shake the mountain in an instant after picking this flower, and a white-haired woman stood up from the grave, and the lord of the underworld knew at a glance that it was Lu, and he and Lu's father were also friends, and naturally knew about Ying Long and Lu, at this time, Goodbye Lu was no longer what it was back then, although the beauty was still the same, but a green hair was already white, and the skin on the body did not have a trace of blood, and his eyes were empty but he had been staring at the other side flower in the hands of the lord of the underworld. Anne shook her head slightly, this story was both his favorite version and the worst version he thought he had read it from.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Anne glanced at his two listeners, and found that they were both staring at him strangely.

"Are you sure you're not talking about yourself?" Vera gestured to Anne's face.

Anne slapped her head, damn it, forgetting that her current image is similar to that.

"This has nothing to do with me, coincidence. Anne waved her hand.

"Then you go ahead. Vera motioned for Anne to continue blowing B.

Anne suddenly smiled weirdly, grabbed a small piece of wood, and slapped it on the coffee table: "If you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next breakdown." ”

Then Anne went upstairs leisurely, leaving the two people in the living room with bewildered faces.

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