On the top of the clouds and snow, the moonlight and snow reflect each other.

Shun Jing casually turned into a door shape with his immortal technique, and as soon as he stepped forward, I immediately followed in without leaving an inch.

This is a secret secret passage between the fairy world and the underworld.

After zigzag through the dimly lit road, a secluded path with a fire in front of me appeared.

I could barely sense that I was already in the Netherworld.

The cold wind blew the back of the person and soaked cold.

In the middle of the trail, there are vigorous blood-red flowers blooming all the way. Under the reflection of the blue ink light, drops of crystal water dripped down from the stamens, as if they were crying tears of sadness.

"What kind of flowers are these?" I couldn't help but wonder.

Shun Jing replied lightly: "In the botanical books of the Three Realms, they are not recorded. ”

I still want to take a closer look at the flowers.

I didn't know that Shun Jing was walking fast, and I had to come back to my senses and try to catch up with him.

At the end of the path appeared a secret door hidden by mandala vines, and a stout, fat snake coiled around the door.

Shun Jing reached out and knocked on the snake's head.

The snake spat out the letter, and the door slowly opened.

The two black-robed ghosts shrugged behind the door and asked routinely: "The immortals are coming, what are you doing?"

Shun Jing was about to answer.

I leaned out half of my body from behind Shun Jing with a weak heart, smiled awkwardly and greeted the two black-robed ghosts: "Ha, see you again,"

These two ghosts are the same ones who led me to see Lu Xiangjun last time. I guess it happened to be a shift to guard the door today.

The two ghosts recognized me and said simply, "Please come in, two of you." ”

Shun Jing looked at me with a complicated expression: "You have a wide range of friends, and your friends are all over the six realms of reincarnation. ”

I couldn't laugh or cry.

The ghost sent us to find the Netherworld.

On the bank of the Lechuan River, the red lanterns are vague, and the ragged Xiangjun is alone on the bank, staring at the sparkling surface of the river boredly.

"Meet the Ghost King. The girl with the soul slayer came, and an immortal accompanied her. ”

The moment he turned his head happily, a trace of panic flashed in Lu Xiangjun's boyish eyes, but he quickly regained his calm.

The corners of his lips were raised, and his white teeth were slightly exposed: "How could it be that the two of you came together, what is the so-called matter?"

"Borrow the Netherworld Stone. Shun Jing replied.

Lu Xiangjun smiled and said, "Shun Jing Shangxian, you have checked your own origin on the Sansheng Stone, haven't you found nothing." Why are you interested in coming here today?"

"This time I'm here to check on me. I chimed in.

Lu Xiangjun's smile faded, and he stared at me suspiciously: "What is there to check?"

"Didn't you say before that I waited for hundreds of years in the Netherworld? I check, who am I waiting for. ”

"If you can find out, you don't have to wait 900 years......"

After Lu Xiangjun muttered a few words, he smiled gloomily, and his mature and complex expression was piled on his young and immature face, which looked extremely inconsistent.

"Forget it, if you want to check, check it. Come with me. ”

Walk along the crystal clear Lethe River towards the depths of the netherworld. The blue ghost fire reflects the banks of the long river, and the lanterns are interesting and rippling.

I turned my attention to the scenery in front of me, and I couldn't help but sigh.

"Unexpectedly, this Netherworld Forgotten River is many times more beautiful than the marriage river of smoke and dust. ”

The monarch of Luxiang is hospitable and patiently explains.

"The Lethe River is the collection of tears of the world, and every drop is underwatered with love, hatred, sorrow, sorrow and joy. The Meng Po soup in the mouth of the world is to take the flowers on the other side as a guide and boil it with Lethe water. ”

It suddenly occurred to me that the Meng Po soup that people drank in the reincarnation of the world was made from their own tears.

This brings me to a very serious question.

"That person like Shun Jing Shangxian who has no joy, anger, sorrow, and tears, if he comes here, what will he drink?"

I just finished asking.

Shun Jing rewarded a chestnut.

Lu Xiangjun laughed: "Those who can enter reincarnation are all lovers." If there are no tears, it is only because they have not reached the depths of love. But on the bridge, who doesn't shed tears. ”

was chatting, passing a quaint and clumsy bridge, but the bridge.

In front of the bridge, the white-haired Meng Po trembled and handed Meng Po soup to every ghost who had died.

I secretly glanced at the scene of the world drinking Meng Po soup.

Meng Po suddenly raised her head, smiled majestically, nodded to me, and greeted me. It seems like I know me very well.

I was stunned, confused to see if I was dazzled.

The three of them walked and came to the end of the Lechuan River, where there was a cliff and gave up their lives.

At the foot of the cliff, there is a blood-brown boulder.

There are three big characters engraved on the boulder: Sansheng Stone.

"With the blood of your fingertips, on it, write your name. Lu Xiangjun reminded.

I nodded, quickly bit my fingers, and struggled to write the word Bai Yun on the Sansheng Stone.

After Sanshengshi saw the blood, he suddenly raised blood-brown dust, and a strange and thick voice echoed-

"Only this life, only this life. ”

I looked back at Lu Xiangjun blankly: "What does it mean?"

Lu Xiangjun was also taken aback, and said with an unnatural expression: "Sanshengshi can't find out your past life, only find out that you have this life and this life." ”

"And what about my afterlife?" I asked.

Under the coercion of my eyes, Lu Xiangjun explained after a long time: "Only this life, only this life, means that after this life, it will be wiped out, and the next life will not enter reincarnation." ”

I took two steps back, "Could the Sansheng Stone lie?"

"No, it won't. But when you measured it 900 years ago, it didn't say that. Lu Xiangjun grabbed his brain.

Hey, how do I think that Lu Xiangjun seems to know my situation better than Sanshengshi.

I couldn't help but shift my focus to Lu Xiangjun.

"Then you tell me what it said about me before. ”

......

Lu Xiangjun hesitated, and said slowly-

"There is no such person. ”

I thought that the Netherworld Sansheng Stone could reveal the mystery of my life experience, but the more I talked, the more mysterious it became.

"These three life stones, why don't you know anything?" I couldn't help but frown and shatter my resentment.

Lu Xiangjun patiently explained: "There is no record on the Sansheng Stone, which means that the two of you are extraordinary people. ”

"The two of me?"

I looked back at Shun Jing, his calm face, as if everything was expected by him.

Although, from this, it can be concluded that my dream is true. But the fragmented memory fragments really can't piece together the future of the Nine Heavens smoothly and accurately.

Just as I was disappointed and was about to leave with Shun Jing, a gloomy and howling cold wind suddenly blew on the banks of the Lechuan River.

Lu Xiangjun's eyes sank, and his loud voice echoed in the netherworld.

"Meng Po, good and dignified, what are you doing in the wind?"

An illusory and elderly voice, dragging a long tune, sounded ethereally: "Old Meng Po, my heart is hot, take a break, blow a gust of cold wind, and reduce the dryness of yourself." ”

I was dazzled by the flying dust and couldn't help but rub my head down. When he opened his eyes and raised his head, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a row of words carved vertically on the cliff wall.

"But I want to share the next life with you, and the long-term love will be endless. ”

I stared at the cliff with bated breath, opened my lips and teeth, and read word by word. I only feel that the words are in my heart, and the feelings are deep.

"Who carved this?" I asked.

Lu Xiangjun looked at me silently

What does this look mean......

"I carved it?!"

In an instant, 10,000 red-maned fiery horses in my heart galloped endlessly in the sea of clouds, mountains, and illusions.

"When did I engrave it, and why am I not at all impressed?"

Lu Xiangjun couldn't resist it, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and tried his best to comfort: "Sister Yun, if you want to know the ins and outs of the nine hundred years of the Netherworld, follow me to the Hellhall *, and sit down." ”

After that, Lu Xiangjun led me and Shun Jing back the same way.

When passing through the bridge again, Lu Xiangjun frowned, looked helplessly at Meng Po, and scolded: "Why do you want to do this?"

"Lovers should be married, and those who have a heart should be remembered in their hearts......"

Meng Po finished speaking slowly, and the wrinkles on her face that had been loosened by the years rippled into a meaningful smile.

Between Lu Xiangjun and Meng Po, there must be an abnormal reason for such an obscure chat.

But no matter how I tried to knock on the side, Lu Xiangjun refused to reveal it, and said that this was the secret between him and Meng Po.

Come to the small courtyard of the Hell Palace.

Leaning on the vermilion chair in the courtyard, the table is smoking, and the fragrance is curling.

As far as the eye can see, the moss under the courtyard is all over the steps, a pool of stagnant water, clear and empty, and the algae are scattered and crisscrossed.

After taking a sip of the green tea skillfully, Lu Xiangjun slowly opened his mouth and said in a quiet tone: "Sister Wan, the first time I saw you, your soul was lying in my garden pool. ”

I took a deep breath of the cold air in surprise, my mind going blank.

"You said your name is Bai Yun, and I can't find your origin on the Sansheng Stone, so you can't be reincarnated. So day by day, you stayed by Meng Po's side, saying that you would wait for someone. You waited for nine hundred years until you decided to give it a try, and go back to the world to find him. ”

Lu Xiangjun's voice began to be a little hoarse, so he pretended to take a sip of tea calmly, cleared his throat, and continued to sink into his memories.

"Because all things in the dust are reincarnated, and they all depend on the number of lives. Your fate is unknown, and if you forcibly jump off the reincarnation platform, I am not sure whether you will be reborn in the world or annihilated. I tried my best to persuade you, but in the end, you still chose to jump. I still remember that day, when you were about to go up the cliff, you smiled and carved those words on the cliff. ”

I don't have the slightest impression of the mourning scene described by Lu Xiangjun, but I have a lot of other doubts.

"Why do I even remember the things of the Nine Heavens in a scattered way, but I don't remember the Netherworld for the past nine hundred years. ”

"Because you drank Meng Po soup and forgot all your memories, but you remembered the past because of the seal of your eyebrows. But on the reincarnation platform, the reincarnation person must erase his memory before he can be reborn. I've spent a lot of effort to reinforce the seal on your eyebrows to prevent you from remembering it again. ”

I see.

In the purple bamboo forest, my innocent hundred-year fox demon years turned out to be due to the king of Xiang.

Until the night of the pavilion, Luo Bufan abolished my cultivation with one palm, not only broke my tendons, but also inadvertently broke the seal added to me by Lu Xiangjun......

I secretly looked at Shun Jing beside me.

In the deep and indifferent pupils, there seems to be starlight in the fog.

I don't know how many joys, sorrows, tears and joys I have forgotten in the long time that Lu Xiangjun understated.

"Lu Xiangjun, I want to recover the nine hundred years of memories that have been erased, do you have a way?"

"All things are mutually reinforcing. Memories can be erased, and nature can be retrieved. I just don't know if you have this opportunity. ”

"What chance?" I asked urgently.

"The other side of the flower under the acacia plant, the Lethe River and the Remember River. If you can grow acacia beans, you can take them to awaken your erased memories. Do you really want to try?"

"Hmm!" I nodded firmly.

Shun Jing, who had been listening for a long time, suddenly interjected to break the silence, with a cold face, and spoke slowly.

"The origin of you and me has been roughly clarified. The ancient god realm, the reincarnation of the netherworld, forget it, forget it, don't remember it too clearly. ”

A faint ache in my chest was deeply rooted in the cold wind that was damp and damp.

"Don't you want to know anything about our past?"

"Me and you, since we have been degraded to mortal dust by the divine realm, it must not be a good thing. Everything can be sought, but not forced, especially not obsession. ”

Shun Jing's face was joyless, carefree, and carefree. The indifferent tone, the cold chill is pressing.

However, I have felt his warm embrace in my dreams, doting on his whispers, and his magnificent heartbeat......

Everything I couldn't stop pursuing.

A sporadic stubbornness rose in my eyes.

"You don't want to remember, it's your choice. But the memories that belong to me, I must get them back. ”

Lu Xiangjun on the side sighed deeply, spread his palm out of thin air, and handed me a small round and tender yellow seed.

"Even if Shun Jing's words are immortal, it is not unreasonable. But if forgetting is what you need, I'll help you forget. If remembering is what you need, I'll help you remember. Sister Wan, go back, I hope you will achieve your wish as soon as possible. ”

"Thank you. ”

I grabbed the acacia seed with both hands, carefully put it away properly, and then turned around and left with Shun Jing. After a few steps, I turned back inexplicably......

I saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy like Lu Xiangjun, with complicated flashes in his eyes, sitting in the dark court, drinking tea lightly, watching us leave......