The ancient era has come to an end, but traces of the old times can still be seen.

On the other side of the Lethe River, it was a bleak forgotten place, but it was different because of the arrival of this bright red flower.

This seven-petaled red flower, with a golden stamen in the middle, seems to have a spell lingering in it.

It doesn't know how many days it has been drifting on the Lechuan River, and on both sides of the river, the originally poignant flowers on the other side have become active because of the arrival of this flower.

The flowers on the other side of the bank are crawling towards the middle of the river, trembling and excited, as if they are on a pilgrimage.

"I don't know where I'm going, do I have to go down the river like this?"

This flower has already bloomed in the spirit of wisdom, in the way of the flower family, asking about the flowers on the other side of the strait.

The flowers on the other side were silent, just nodding silently.

This seven-petal red flower looked at the flowers on the other side of the strait, and felt pity, what a flower can't see a leaf, and a leaf can't see a flower! The flowers and leaves of the life and the world cannot see each other, this is definitely the biggest curse for the flower clan!

However, the seven-petaled red flower has a weak heart, and at this time, its mana has long ceased to exist, leaving only an empty shell.

A melodious flute sound came from the front, echoing in the heavens and the earth, as if to guide the path of the seven-petaled red flower.

"It's a familiar flute, but I can't remember who it is."

Ever since entering this special place, it is obvious that her memories are beginning to blur, and the situation is getting worse and worse.

"If you don't witness it with your own eyes, it's hard to believe that the legend of flowers blooming on the other side and Lethe River on the other side is true."

The seven-petaled red flower sighed so emotionally, if it weren't for the guidance of this flute, it would probably be lost in this world, and even its spiritual wisdom would be degraded.

Ahead, the Lechuan River suddenly became narrow, the water became turbulent, and the speed of the seven-petal red flower drifting also accelerated.

Following the melodious sound of the flute, the seven-petaled red flower entered a branch of the river.

On the surface of the river, a bamboo raft is slowly floating, and the ferryman is holding the bamboo pole and moving forward leisurely.

It's just that the ferryman is expressionless, and he keeps repeating an action in his hand, and he doesn't know how many years he has been drifting.

However, when the seven-petaled red flower floated by, the ferryman slowly raised his head and showed a hint of surprise on his face.

The seven-petal saffron is far faster than the speed of this bamboo raft, perhaps because the ferryman on the raft deliberately maintains his speed, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared from the ferryman's sight.

In the sky, a big black bird was constantly circling, seemingly staring at the seven-petal red flower and wanting to feed on it.

"Oh no, this bird is a big problem!"

With a long roar from the sky, the big black bird swooped down, a pair of sharp giant claws already raised, ready to grab the prey.

"It's still some way from the end! The river flows faster! ”

As if hearing the call of the seven-petaled red flower, the river became more turbulent, and with the red flower, it hurried forward.

The big black bird was less than 100 meters away from the river, and the seven-petaled red flower was just anxiously looking at the downstream of the river at the moment, hoping to reach the end sooner.

A bridge appeared in the field of vision of the seven-petaled red flower, and the seven-petal red flower rejoiced in his heart, as long as he crossed the bridge, he could return to the yang world.

The big black bird also noticed it, and flapped its wings to speed up the sprint.

Seeing that the giant claw was about to bring the red flower out of the river, the golden stamen of the seven-petal red flower burst out with an incomparably dazzling light.

This golden light, like a sharp blade, pierced the eyes of the blackbird, only to hear the wailing sound in the air, and the crisis of the seven-petal red flower was temporarily lifted.

If you cross this bridge, you will be given a new life.

"In the next life, I'm coming!"

The seven-petaled red flower bravely crossed the bridge and returned to the yang world.

In the Longyang Continent, the slope of the falling flowers, the slope that has not bloomed for a hundred years, has bloomed all over the mountain overnight.

"Why aren't our dolls crying?"

Parents of newborns are surprised by this.

The reincarnated safflower expressed dissatisfaction: "I have the right to be silent, okay!" If you will hear the cry, then I will weep hard! ”

The cry of wah-wah-waw resounded throughout the courtyard, as if announcing one's arrival to the whole world.

"My memory seems to have deteriorated even more!"

Before the reincarnated Honghua completely lost his memory, the last words he heard were: "Our son, why don't you call him Ying Chen!" ”

As the words fell, the reincarnated red flower, that is, Xiao Yingchen, completely lost the memory of his previous life, no different from an ordinary baby.

"It's a pity that we can't grow up with him."

The young couple handed Ying Chen, who was still in swaddling clothes, to an old man, and turned to leave.

Ying Chen grew up like this, under the pull of his grandfather Ying Shan.

Now, Ying Chen is six years old, and his grandfather and grandson often go to the deep mountains and old forests to collect some elixirs, so naturally the pursuit of demon beasts is indispensable.

"Grandpa, run wow, that blue fire leopard is about to catch up!" Ying Chen held the first-order medicinal herb Xinghuo Grass that he had just collected, squeaking and screaming.

Ying Chen turned around, but he didn't see his grandfather behind him, only a pair of leopard eyes staring at him fiercely.

And grandpa Ying Shan didn't know when, he had already run in front of Ying Chen, this ran faster than anyone else, and the grandfather of the pit sun was still "kindly" reminding Ying Chen: "Xiao Chen, you are running too slowly, be careful not to be eaten!" ”

"Grandpa, wait for me!" Ying Chen was a little out of breath, but in order to save his life, he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

Fortunately, with the body method taught by his grandfather, the flower shadow walk, so that he will not be caught up by this blue fire leopard.

The grandfather and grandson fled one after the other, desperately through one wooded after another, and finally, the leopard seemed to have run out of stamina and gave up the pursuit.

Ying Chen gasped and was relieved to see that the Starfire Grass in his hand was fine.

And the grandfather on the side ran for a long time, but his expression was still calm.

"Xiao Chen, if you sell these medicinal herbs, you can make up your final tuition!" Ying Shan was a little relieved, his grandson, who had been raised for six years, was about to embark on the path of cultivation!

The grandfather and grandson slowly walked out of the forest and walked towards the market at the bottom of the mountain.

Most of the goods in this market are produced in this mountain forest, and the small market is already busy at this moment, and some big city traders have come here to purchase medicinal materials.

Ying Chen and his grandfather found a place to arrange the collected things as usual.

"Old man, how do you sell these things?"

A richly dressed young vendor pointed to something in front of Ying Chen and said.

"A total of two hundred copper coins." Ying Chen replied.

"Two hundred copper coins, why don't you grab them?"

The young vendor scolded and walked away, while another inquiring voice arrived: "Did you just collect it?" ”

This is an old man with gray hair, who looks a little older than Grandpa Ying Chen.

"Yes." Ying Chen nodded.

"I see that the quality of your medicinal materials is good, one hundred and eighty copper coins, can you sell them?"

Ying Chen cast an inquiring glance at his grandfather, but his grandfather just said, "The medicinal materials you pick, make your own decisions!" ”

After Ying Chen's skillful packing, he handed it to the old man.

Finally, this last tuition fee is here!

A word from the writer