"It should be......"

Probably, after all, it is also said that the water of the Lechuan River is as dark as ink.

"Hmmm! Daddy keep talking! ”

Hearing her father's affirmative answer, the little girl nodded with satisfaction,

Then she raised her head again, looking at her father expectantly.

The man smiled at his daughter, then turned his head and continued to tell the story as he looked at the content on his phone.

"In the past, the people of Naiheqiao had to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, so that after drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup, they forgot the memory of a lifetime, even if the whole life was completely over."

"So will they forget their mom and dad? Anyone else? ”

"Yes."

"Can you not drink it?"

The little girl had some hesitation on her face,

Even listening to the mythical story of this night tour of the capital city,

Before this story, the most girls were afraid of ghosts.

But this passage made the little girl have some understanding of 'death' for the first time.

In this passage, it is said that death.

However, in front of the bridge, whether it is in the city of vain death, or on the Huangquan Road,

Even if he dies, he can still be regarded as a continuation of this life,

After crossing the Nai He Bridge, the memories of a lifetime, merits, joys, sorrows, and joys were washed away with a bowl of Meng Po soup.

A Lethe River is indeed like a moat, cutting off a person's life, just like death.

“…… No. Even though there is reincarnation in the story, for everyone who is alive, there is still only one life. ”

"So we have to cherish life, you know?"

The man said to his daughter.

"Hmmm......"

The girl who had her first knowledge of death nodded,

The mood is a little sluggish, and sullen.

But he just pursed his lips, lowered his head, and didn't cry.

The man touched his daughter's hair and looked at her without speaking.

But the little girl's emotions come and go quickly,

After a short period of sluggishness, he raised his head again,

She wanted to hear the rest of the story,

"Dad, keep telling the story."

With some anticipation in her eyes, the girl said again.

"Okay."

“…… When Zhang Cheng followed the land lord to the front of the Nai He Bridge, on the Nai He Bridge, there were scattered people passing over the Nai He Bridge in turn. ”

"It's like there is more than one winding and flat or bumpy Huangquan Road, and there is more than one bridge, everyone will walk on their own different bridge."

"However, on the bridge, in addition to Meng Po who is soup in the middle of the bridge, didn't we say before that there is a stone at the head of the bridge, called a three-life stone?"

"On the Sansheng Stone, you can reflect some pictures of people standing in front of the Sansheng Stone in their previous lives, and many souls have stayed in front of the Sansheng Stone."

At the mention of Sansheng Stone, the little girl became interested again,

staring at her father, waiting for the story to follow,

"Some people were rich in their previous lives, but they are poor in this life, and some people are prosperous and rich in their previous lives, but they are poor in the next life."

"Did Zhang Cheng also go to the front of the Sansheng Stone to see it?"

"Looked."

"Seeing that Zhang Cheng seemed to be interested in Sanshengshi, the land master led Zhang Cheng to Sanshengshi."

"Sansheng Stone, it is a big stone, it looks just as tall as a person, Zhang Cheng stood in front of Sansheng Stone, and Zhang Cheng's previous lives began to appear on Sansheng Stone."

"In the first life, Zhang Cheng was a beggar, it happened to be a troubled time, the people were not happy, and the people were living very hard. In the end, he couldn't survive anymore, and Zhang Chengcheng in the first life revolted with other beggars and homeless people, and finally starved to death on the way to the uprising.

In the second life, Zhang Cheng was a carpenter, and when the place was very peaceful, he lived peacefully all his life, married a wife, and had children. In the end, he died in front of the couch surrounded by his grandson and son, and passed away very quietly.

In the third life, Zhang Cheng is a doctor, it happens to be a time of peace, Zhang Chengcheng hangs the pot to help the world, travels everywhere, and finally gets old, when he collects medicine in the valley, when he climbs up from the bottom of the valley, he really has no strength, so he sits down and prepares to rest for a while, but after sitting down, he slowly closes his eyes and never wakes up. ”

The man roughly told the story of Zhang Cheng III described in the book,

The little girl listened with relish.

The man turned his head to look at his daughter's appearance, turned back and smiled,

But the girl saw her father stop, and then asked,

"Is there anything else, does Zhang Cheng have any other stories?"

"No, Zhang Chengcheng saw the picture of these three worlds from the Sansheng Stone."

"Then, after reading the Sansheng Stone, the land lord and Zhang Cheng also stepped on the Nai He Bridge."

"But when Zhang Cheng stepped on the Nai He Bridge, on the side of the Nai He Bridge, the flowers on the bank of the Lethe River bloomed."

"The flowers on the banks of the Lechuan River are called the other side flowers, and when they bloom, the flowers are very beautiful, but when the flowers bloom, the leaves of the other side flowers will fall, just like the yin and yang separated."

"The flowers on the other side of the Lechuan River are blooming one by one, and the souls of the dead who set foot on the Nai He Bridge can't help but turn their heads and look at the Nai He Bridge."

Zhang Cheng also looked back, looking at the flowers on the other side that were blooming in patches.

At this time, the land lord smiled and said to Zhang Cheng, the nobleman set foot in the Nai Lechuan River, and the flowers on the other side here bloomed for the nobleman.

The girl listened, and her eyes were already gone,

On the contrary, there is a little longing and expectation in the bottom of his eyes,

It seems to be fantasizing about how beautiful the flowers on the other side are in bloom,

What is the flower on the other side that blooms for Zhang Cheng in the text.

"When Zhang Cheng heard the land lord say this, he couldn't help but ask, how could the flowers on the other side bloom for him."

"The land lord said, because Zhang Cheng is a nobleman, and the nobleman has a noble spirit, and the flowers on the other side are happy to see it, and they bloom in pieces."

Zhang Cheng nodded and didn't ask any more.

"Then follow the land lord, and the two of them followed the other souls who passed on the Nai He Bridge, and walked to the other side of the Nai He Bridge."

"Along the way, the land lord also told Zhang Cheng a story about the flowers on the other side."

"The land lord said that there was originally no flower on the bank of the Lechuan River, and the flower on the other side was a species in the world, but there was a doctor who picked medicine in ancient times, and when he died, the last flower and plant he picked was the flower on the other side, and the seeds of the flower on the other side were held in the hands of the doctor, and the doctor after his death walked all the way through the Huangquan Road, passed through the capital city of the dead in vain, and arrived on the bank of the Lechuan River."

"Meng Po on the bridge saw the flower seeds in the doctor's hand, so she said to the doctor."

"Your life is over here, but you can't bring anything else with you any further, you might as well keep the seeds of the flowers here, and when you pass here in the future, you can see the flowers bloom on the other side."

"So, the seed of this flower on the other side fell on the bank of the Lethe River, Meng Po, water this seed with the water of the Lethe River, this seed took root and sprouted on the bank of the Lethe River, and grew flowers that were more beautiful than in the world, and the flowers withered and bloomed, and there were no other plants on the bank of the Lethe River except the flowers on the other side, so the flowers on the other side gradually bloomed on the bank of the Lethe River."

"According to ancient legends, when the flowers bloom on the other side of the Lechuan River, the souls on the bridge will stop and look, and through the flowers on the other side, they can express the last wisp of reluctance and sorrow for the world. Meng Po, who gave Meng Po soup, would not urge at this time, and would also look back at the flowers on the other side of the river. ”

"But the flowers on the other side bloom only for a moment, and soon the flowers will wither and wither, and then start a reincarnation."

"The flowers on the other side of the bloom are gone, and Zhang Cheng and the land lord continue to walk on the Nai He Bridge."

"It's like what the land lord told Zhang Cheng before, he walked on this Nai He Bridge, and he only felt that the Nai He Bridge was very flat and wide, and on the bridge, the bridge was not as long as it looked at the bridge, and it seemed that he could cross it after walking for a short time."

"But Zhang Cheng can also see that those who walk in front and those who walk behind have to lean on the edge of the Nai He Bridge, walking precariously, some have to stumble and stumble, and there is a dead soul who almost fell into the Lechuan River from the edge of the Nai He Bridge."

Hearing this, the little girl's eyes were a little nervous,

But I still looked forward to watching and listening to her father's story,

"That's it, Zhang Cheng followed the land master to the place where Meng Po Shi Tang and stopped."

Hearing this, the little girl raised her head,

But then there is a strange problem,

"Dad, Meng Po has been serving soup on the bridge, will it be boring, lonely, and uncomfortable?"

Hearing his daughter's question, the man couldn't help but be stunned again,

The children's concerns are different, like when he sees it, the focus is mainly on Meng Po soup.

"Probably not, the ghosts passing by on the bridge from time to time, from time to time can still say a few words to other ghosts, right?"

The man wasn't quite sure, but just answered her daughter like this.

"No, no, the passer-by only spoke for a sentence or two and left, and then he was never seen again. Meng Po has no one to accompany her! ”

"So every time the flowers bloom on the other side, she will also watch, because she sits there, and it is only interesting every time the flowers bloom on the other side!"

The little girl was sure.

The man was stunned when he heard it,

Is there still such a statement?

But it seems to make sense.

“…… Well, my baby was right. However, Meng Po is an immortal, and the immortal should not be too afraid of loneliness. ”

"That's right,"

The little girl sat back on the stool and nodded.

He raised his head again and looked at his father, with anticipation in his eyes,

She wanted to hear the rest of the story,

But in the face of his daughter's expectant gaze,

But the man's scalp is a little numb,

Because...... The dog author wrote about this paragraph,

And then it's gone!

And then follow-up, and I'll have to wait until the dog author updates tomorrow.

“…… Ahem, baby, shall we stop here today? We'll come back tomorrow. ”

"Okay."

The little girl looked a little disappointed, but nodded anyway.

It's been a long time,

She probably understood, not that her father didn't want to tell her about it.

It's the person who wrote the story who didn't finish it.

Ay...... Why don't you write a little more in a day to write a story, and finish it?

Small people, big troubles.

……

"Pioneer Film and Television Screenwriter: Congratulations to Mr. Ji for the success of his new book!"

"Clumsy and Extraordinary: ......"

In the room, Ji Zhuo was facing the computer, and he was going to send the written script to Pioneer Film and Television first.

But looking at the message that the screenwriter replied,

What's going on with the inexplicable desire to procrastinate?

"Clumsy and extraordinary: I have already written a few scenes of the adapted script of "The Shepherd Boy Seeking Immortals", so I will send it to you.

Pioneer screenwriter: Okay, I'm sorry Mr. Ji. Mr. Ji actually doesn't need to be in a hurry, the script can be polished slowly. ”

Pioneer Film and Television is another anime after "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals",

The adapted script of "The Shepherd Boy Seeks Immortals",

In fact, as with the original text, there are very few places that need to be adapted.

The shepherd boy hunts for immortals itself and is very suitable for anime.

"Clumsy and extraordinary: "Shepherd Boy Seeking Immortals" one or two sketches .docx script"

Ji Zhuo didn't speak, and threw the script over,

The screenwriter over there said that he was not in a hurry, and as soon as Ji Zhuo sent it over, it instantly showed that the other party had received it.

"Pioneer screenwriter: Mr. Ji, then I will transfer the script to the animation production team.

Pioneer screenwriter: When the PV and the like are produced, please give me some advice when the time comes, the animation production team still values your opinions.

Clumsy and Extraordinary: Hmm. ”

Regarding the matter of the script, Ji Zhuo is much more peaceful than he is.

replied to such a message, Ji Zhuo ended the exchange with this pioneer film and television screenwriter,

With his hand, he turned off the computer.

Ji Zhuo got up and prepared to go back to the bedroom.

Who knows, the computer was turned off, and the phone rang again.

It's still a phone call.

One look,

It's still an unfamiliar number,

Maybe it's a scam call, and then I raised my head and looked at the sky outside the house.

It's getting dark, and now the people who engage in fraud are so dedicated?

Ji Zhuo picked up the phone.

"Mr. Bugong, I'm the old money of Huating Science Fiction Publishing House."

Good guy, as soon as the phone was connected, before Ji Zhuo could answer, he heard the voice of the editor-in-chief Qian on the other end of the phone.

Previously, most of the contact between Ji Zhuo and Editor-in-Chief Qian was in Penguin chatting, and basically no phone calls were made, but the publishing house had Ji Zhuo's contact information.

“…… Editor-in-Chief Qian, it's so late, and you haven't gotten off work yet? ”

"Not yet, they're all gone, and I'm working overtime here. I'm really sorry to bother you at such a late hour. ”

"It's fine."

"Mr. Bugong, congratulations on the popularity of your new book."

"It turns out that the book "Night Tour of the Capital City" is also your book, I was reading this book a few days ago, wondering if it was written by someone's vest."

"Sure enough, Mr. No, you wrote, I really couldn't put it down, I saw the latest update in one breath, and I read it several times."

Ji Zhuo: "......"

It's like everyone around him has to deliberately emphasize this matter to him.

"Editor-in-Chief Qian is polite."

"It's not polite, I've really read it several times, and the descriptions of hell are really real and detailed, and people feel like they're in the scene, drenched in cold sweat."

“……”

"Is there something wrong with Editor-in-Chief Qian?"

"It's not a big deal, just read Mr. Ji's book...... There should be physical publishing, or ...... Why don't you choose our publishing house to publish it? ”

“……”

"The book is still being serialized."

"It's okay, our publishing house doesn't pay attention to this, it is serialized on the Internet, and it is serialized without delaying publication."

“……”

These words silenced Ji Zhuo,

Did I mean that?

Probably.

Ji Zhuo was so silent, and the editor-in-chief Qian on the other end of the phone seemed to be a little anxious.

So he said,

"It's okay, just call and ask Mr. Bugong, Mr. Bugong, you think about it first, after all, we have cooperated before. For your book, our publisher is still quite experienced. If you are willing to choose our publishing house to publish, the royalty share can still be as before. ”

"If you don't rush to publish it now, Mr. Gong, we can talk about it after your book is finished."

"Well, we'll talk about that later."

"Okay, then Mr. Bugong, you rest first, and I won't bother."

"Editor-in-Chief Qian is polite."

Ji Zhuo hung up the phone and paused.

"Night Tour of the Capital City" will definitely be published later.

However, he has not yet decided which publishing house to choose.

Just when Ji was pondering,

The phone I had just put down rang again.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Ji, I'm the old Tao of the Demon Capital Publishing House."

Good guys, the opening remarks are the same, you deserve to be old friends.

“…… Editor-in-chief Tao is for the publication of "Night Tour of the Capital City"? ”

"Eh, yes, I just wanted to ask Mr. Xia Ji if you are considering publishing this book...... Old Money, that guy called you, right? They still have experience in publishing science fiction in that publishing house, so how can they have any experience in publishing this......"

“…… By the way, I almost forgot to congratulate Mr. Ji on the fire of your new book. ”

“……”

Thank you so much.