When I landed at the foot of the mountain, I found that this place was very different from the beginning, and the mountains were already bare when I saw that the flowers and trees were gone.

After setting up the large array, turning a ball of spiritual power in his hand, Chang Jing Immortal Jun's face showed a solemn look, and the aura of the whole person was heavy.

"Are you sure, do you want to do that?"

I knew what he was thinking, so I nodded slightly, after all, the resoluteness that belonged to me, no matter what, I would not give up!

Shaking his head helplessly, he jumped into the formation first, the banter on his face was gone, replaced by a distressed and complicated look, and after looking at me for a long time, he slowly raised his hand and stretched it out.

I repeatedly said thank you in my heart, but I didn't say it. Just reached out and took his hand, and he led him into the formation.

"Close your eyes, I'll take you!"

He rarely looked so serious, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!" I didn't want to laugh like this, but I didn't want to, but the more I tried to control it, the more I laughed harder, "Brother Changjing, you are really majestic when you are serious!"

"Hey, it's been a long time since I've seen you smile so heartily!"

Being said like this, I remember that when I first met him, it was because of this loud laughter that I helped Changjing Immortal Jun escape the thunderstorm. Later, he told me that it was because Lei Gong coveted my bright smile for a while and missed the thunder hammer.

I wanted to lose my mind for a while, but I only felt that the layers of cold waves around me were coming, and the yin wind seemed to be alive, surging from all directions, piercing through the clothes and piercing into the skin, full of malice and ruthlessness, penetrating through the skin, burrowing into the flesh and then into the bones.

"Wei'er, we're here!" After a long time, Changjing Immortal Jun let go of my hand and stopped, "After crossing the Santu River, it will not be far from the Sansheng Stone!"

When I opened my eyes slowly, I was stunned by the sight in front of me for a while.

The river was dark and dark, calm and waveless, but it felt like the dark tide was surging, and there were countless children squatting on the opposite riverbank, stacking the stones by the river one by one, but no matter how hard they tried, when the stones were piled up to a certain height, a strange-looking ghost would appear, and the ghost pestle in his hand would knock down the stacked stones, and then start stacking again.

Every child's tears fell silently into the bank of the Santu River, infiltrating the land by the river, perhaps for this reason, the flowers on the other side of the river bank bloomed very beautifully.

"Why did it stop?"

Seeing that I was standing still, but staring straight at the other side of the river, Chang Jing Xianjun, who had already walked away, turned back, a beautiful hand dangling in front of my eyes, and the long nails reflected the cold of the Santu River.

Frightened and came back to my senses, I clamped his wrist and showed a contemptuous expression: "Oh, your pair of claws, don't shake in front of my eyes more, I'm really afraid that you will be careless and prick me!"

Looking in my direction, looking back at my slightly reddish and swollen eyes, he didn't rush to withdraw his hand.

"I was led by those children!"

"What did those children of what age did they have to suffer by this river?" I let go of his hand and gently wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, "Isn't that ghost almost unattended?"

Slowly walked to the river, in this dark underworld, his brocade clothes still did not have a trace of floating, and the space seemed to stay beside him.

"Those children died young!"

"It's very pitiful to die early, why don't you put yourself into the reincarnation well as soon as possible, and pile up stones by the river in these three ways?"

I knew in my heart that his words were not completely finished, but I felt sorry for the children suffering here, so I was so uncalm and suddenly interrupted his words, so I smiled a little guilty at Chang Jing Xianjun.

Looking at me with a smile, he looked like he knew it in his chest, and then said: "If it is not a natural disaster or man-made disaster, then they will die earlier than their parents, and the white-haired people will send the black-haired people, the kind of sin that makes the biological parents suffer pain, and the yin cao will not be given a light sentence, and the king of Hades can't bear to let them suffer those capital punishments, so he sent them to the river of the three ways, and punished them with stones, but there are ghosts who are called abusers, and they will come to knock down after the stones are piled up, and so on and so forth, they must wait for their parents to melt away the pain in their hearts before they can be thrown into the reincarnation well again!"

I have never heard of such a thing, and I have rarely set foot in the underworld, and I only have some friendship with the ten halls of Yama, but I have not been in contact with it for a long time. It's a bit funny to visit them rashly today, and you have to avoid them.

While the two of us were pondering, a soft, soft voice rang out behind us.

"Can you two take a step to speak?"

Turning around with Chang Jing Xianjun, he saw a slender woman in a white skirt with a comb and a bun standing behind him. It's just that she is dressed in plain color, and her body is actually flushed with a layer of red and blood.

"Are you Ling'er?"

I walked over, took her hand, and closed it in my palm.

"Have you ever seen Shang Hua?" she didn't retract her hand in a hurry, a pair of beautiful big eyes looked at my face hollowly, and a pretty face was full of doubts.

When I heard this, I was shocked: Didn't I teach Na Shanghua with "Double Red Beans" and go to Chang'an to escape with her? Now, how could she wander by the Santu River?

"Hey, Wei'er!" Chang Jing Xianjun turned to me faintly, and approached me, and a refreshing wind accompanied by a small voice came into my ears, "Actually, I reminded you that they shouldn't be together in the first place!"

When this person spoke, the eldest grandson Lingxin always looked ignorant, looked at me and then at Changjing Xianjun, not daring to speak, like a frightened child.

Chang Jing Immortal Jun will not speak indiscriminately, what he said "Xu is", that is what he knows. Staring at his eyes, I found that his gaze has always been locked on her since the appearance of the eldest grandson Lingxin, sometimes thinking, sometimes frowning, sometimes sighing, sometimes full of smiles, and his expression is constantly changing very strangely!

"Brother Chang Jing, let's go back first!" Looking at her, my heart was very uncomfortable, so I made a decision, "Take her and go back together!" Since she is wandering here, it proves that her name is not yet in the book of life and death.

"Don't be impulsive!"

Sighing, Chang Jing Xianjun grabbed me, and then pulled the eldest grandson Lingxin. The three of us sat together by the Santu River, in a beautiful and desperate flower bush on the other side.

No matter how beautiful or charming it is, it is just a desperate flower language, and the sad sentence "the grass can't see the flowers."

"Two, do you recognize Shang Hua?"

The eldest grandson Lingxin seemed to be weak, but as soon as the word "Shanghua" was mentioned, there was a faint hint of resoluteness in his eyes.

Just as I wanted to speak, Chang Jing Xianjun made a secret voice into my heart and motioned me not to speak.

"Eldest grandson girl, you don't need to say more, and let us get to the bottom of the facts, okay?"

Listening to his words, the eldest grandson Lingxin lowered his head, and a tear almost fell to the ground, but fortunately I caught it. I want to take her back to the Yang world, if she stays in the underworld, then she will be stained with yin and cao, and the person in charge of the book of life and death will be alarmed, that is, the Jade Emperor will not be able to take it back!

"I wanted to tell you, but I don't remember!"

A circle of light was pulled out of both hands, and Changjing Immortal Jun had a spiritual heart trick, and then opened his palm and poured it directly into her heavenly spirit, only to see that the glow was beautiful and extraordinary.

"I'll hand it over to you next!" Seeing that the eldest grandson Lingxin's emotions were calmed down, he raised his beautiful eyebrows at me, "If I'm not mistaken, you must have that sky-swallowing bag on you!"

Tilting my head, I took out a beautiful brocade bag from my sleeve, held a shining shell-colored sky-swallowing stone in the palm of my hand, and asked suspiciously: "This sky-swallowing stone is used to record the scene, what do you want it to do?"

"She hasn't crossed the Santu River, she doesn't officially enter the ghost town, and she can't get the ghost heart, do you think that trick can be used against an unintentional person?"

Chang Jing Xianjun had already withdrawn his technique at this time, and put on a helpless look with his head in his head, and his eyes were full of disgust when he looked at me.

I came here in a hurry for an unpleasant purpose, but fortunately I was accompanied by him all the way, but I couldn't be sad anyway. Therefore, even if he looks like this, I just think he is making me laugh.

The left hand gathered qi, and the Heaven Swallowing Stone spun in his hand, followed by my right hand, and a ball of spiritual power pushed it out, straight into the chest of the eldest grandson Lingxin.

For a while, she seemed to be a little uncomfortable, her face showed a slightly painful expression, and slowly her face became ruddy, and her eyes were more bright. What's even more amazing than these is that the white skirt on her body gradually took on color, and slowly dyed a faint lake blue from the corner of the skirt.

"Hmm!" Chang Jing Xianjun finally took his eyes off me and fell back on hers, "It's really a Peugeot person!"

didn't bother to pay attention to whether he was "revealing his true feelings" or "seeing the beauty", he just pinched out a peep trick and probed into the memory of the eldest grandson Lingxin with him......

......

At this point in the story, my forehead was beating with a slight bruise, and the pain was a little swollen, so I stopped to drink a glass of wine.

Zhang Linfan patted me lightly on the shoulder, his face full of concern: "Are you okay? If you have a tight headache, don't say it anymore, it's a thing of the past anyway!"

I felt very comfortable with his timely intimacy, and the familiarity of his body, and the look in his eyes from time to time, often gave me the illusion that the person was still with me.

Maybe my eyes looking at him were a little too soft, and Chang Jing Xianjun knocked on the table dissatisfiedly, making a heavy "buckle button" sound.

"Take your hand away, it's useful to comfort a Raushzi, little broken child, let's let your immortal monarch come!"

His words were yin and yang, and his expression was so sour that he could drown the little cucumber, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he directly separated the hand that I was holding with Zhang Linfan, and pinched my wrist in my hand, a clean and fresh and slightly domineering spiritual power drilled in along my veins, swam into my whole body along my meridians, and soon reached my brain, and instantly resolved the headache.

Looking at his wrinkled brows, my eyes were faintly swollen again, and the guilt in my heart flooded: Brother Chang Jing, Brother Chang Jing, no matter what, I can't stand you!