On the willow bank outside Xuanwu City, counting the third tree from the city gate to the right, Fanhua Zhi found the location of the tree with memory.

Reaching out, his fingers passed through the ground, Sanskrit Zhizhi, glanced up at the full moon, and walked to the river.

The person in the reflection slowly lifted the oblique bangs on his forehead, and sure enough, there was a shocking scar on his forehead.

Then how did I die?" asked Fan Huazhi in her heart, reflecting on the river.

A sharp blade suddenly flashed into his body, and Fan Huazhi took a step back in fright and sat down on the riverbank.

That knife really hurts.

Pain? Fan Huazhi remembered when she first arrived in the underworld.

"Press it for me. Meng Po shouted to the two ghost servants to hold her down and struggle to the death.

"I don't want to forget, I don't drink, I..." The spicy Meng Po soup choked his mouth and nose, and all the words in his heart whimpered into his stomach.

"Mother-in-law, you can't cross the river because you're too angry. The ghost attendant whispered in Meng Po's ear.

The ghost attendant carried her and threw her at the gate of the underworld, and the gate gradually closed, and the fan painting Zhigang wanted to get up and knocked on the door hard, and the chains of her hands and feet were still ringing.

When the door opened, and at the same time, a hundred ghosts traveled, and Fanhua Zhi knelt on the side, surrounded by a group of powerful ghosts.

The leader of the ghosts made a look, they surrounded Fan Hua Zhi, Fan Hua Zhi saw this scene and was so frightened that she retreated again and again, she wanted to shout, but found that she couldn't speak.

The ghost began to bite her clothes, flesh and skin, and the Sanskrit painting Zhi curled up on the ground, in pain, unable to scream, only tears remained.

"Stop. Bai Wuchang scolded, the ghost was dispersed, and Fanhua Zhi leaned over to the ground and wept, and her already bloodless face turned even paler.

Bai Wuchang helped her up, and Fanhua Zhi knelt down to thank her, but still couldn't say anything, so he could only make random gestures, and asked in his heart: Why can't I be reincarnated? Why can't I speak? Why can't I remember anything?

I don't even remember the name.

Bai Wuchang untied the chain for her, sighed, and said: "Everything has a cause and effect, and I am helpless, don't go back to the underworld in the future, say goodbye." ”

Sanskrit saw him off, and the gate of the underworld closed heavily.

She wandered in the world for a long time, walking slowly, stepping on every inch of Xuanwu City over and over again, and still couldn't remember anything.

She was different from other mirages, she had everything but no memory, spiritual power, thoughts, and an increasingly numb heartbeat.

The slender white hand brushed the water, making a circle of ripples, the reflection was broken, and Sanskrit Zhizhi sat on the high city wall.

Overlooking the entire Xuanwu City, she was unfamiliar with this city, and she only remembered the name she hated for a long time, and she couldn't even remember what it looked like.

Why do you hate him so much?" asked Fan Huazhi softly in her heart.

......

Fifteen years ago, outside the Lijiang Valley, heavy rain suddenly fell.

Lijiang is also known as the ghost frontier, the terrain is complex, the climate is uncertain, the contrast between day and night is large, if there is not an emergency, ordinary people will not be willing to pass through Lijiang.

Gao Qianyi rode his horse through the valley over and over again, branching roads, the same markings, he got lost.

Sheltering from the rain in the cave, there is no fire, there is no food, you can survive the day, but once the night comes, it is very likely to freeze to death in this cave.

A woman in red above the valley looked at the people under the cave with interest, a stone hit the horse's belly, the horse neighed and fled, and Gao Qianyi chased out of the cave.

"Hey, nerd, stop chasing. There was a voice in the valley, and Gao Qianyi looked up.

Fan Huazhi jumped down lightly from the valley, her red dress fluttering in the wind, tilting her head and smiling at him, holding a red umbrella in her hand, the rain was still falling, and he was stunned for a moment.

One under the umbrella and one outside the umbrella.

Fanhua Zhi came back to her senses, turned around and walked towards the cave with an umbrella, and said as she walked, "Idiot, are you still standing stupidly?"

Gao Qianyi immediately ran to the cave, wiped the rain on his face indiscriminately, and secretly looked at the fairy who fell from the sky from time to time.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance of being wet, Fan Huazhi handed him the umbrella and said with a smile: "Take it, go all the way to the south, and choose the narrowest road when you encounter the second fork and go out." ”

Gao Qianyi took it, thought about it for a while, and said, "I don't know the girl's name, where does the family live?"

"I'll tell you the next time I meet. But this place can easily lose a small life, so don't come again. Sanskrit smiled.

Gao Qianyi nodded and said firmly: "I'll come back later." ”

It rained heavily that day, and the parting was also for a better meeting.

Ten days later, Gao Qianyi packed up and returned to Lijiang, with an ordinary red cloth oil-paper umbrella on his horse, and a red oil-paper umbrella carefully wrapped in Luobu behind him.

Gao Qianyi is burly, his clothes are simple ink-colored satin robes, his black hair is all pulled up with jade baskets, and his thin face is full of energy because he wants to see Sanskrit paintings.

Quickly arrived in the territory of Lijiang, and searched everywhere and found no signs of fireworks, and Fanhua Zhizhi was nowhere to be found.

Gao Qianyi ran around and around Lijiang until he found blood on the edge.

Dismounted, took a closer look, drew his saber from his horse, and carefully followed the trail of blood.

Rounding a hill, the blood stains were getting fresher and fresher, and Hua Zhi kept retreating with her right hand, surrounded by a group of creatures that looked like wolves but not wolves.

Gao Qianyi stepped on the backs of several of them, stood in front of Fan Huazhi, and held the saber tighter, Fan Huazhi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him, and reminded: "You be careful, these rock wolves are not easy to deal with." ”

Gao Qianyi nodded and protected Sanskrit Zhizhi behind him, and stepped back step by step.

"I'll lure them away, and you can run when the time comes. His voice was not loud or small, and he just heard it, and Fan Huazhi held his hand to stop him, and whispered: "This rock wolf is extremely difficult to deal with, and we can only win together." ”

Gao Qianyi's blade was deflected, and the cold weapon flashed silver light and slashed the head of the rock wolf in front of him, and Fan Huazhi waved the long whip, turned the whip handle, and a serration appeared at the end of the tail, and the serrated teeth sharply cut the throat of the rock wolf.

Both of them clearly understood that this would not last long, and they had to find the rock wolf at the head.

Seeing the right time, Fan Huazhi gambled once, and a long whip hooked the strongest rock wolf, the rock wolf showed its long fangs, desperately retreated, and roared, and the surrounding rock wolves suddenly attacked Fan Huazhi.

Gao Qianyi cut off the head of the rock wolf with a knife, the wolves fled, and Fanhua Zhi was bitten, and the wound kept dripping blood.

Gao Qianyi tore off her clothes and bandaged her, and helped her up, it was getting late, and it was impossible for the two of them to get out of the valley together.

"Get out of the valley and come back to save me. Fanhuazhi's lips were already white, and blood quickly soaked the cloth.

Gao Qianyi picked her up and walked towards the horse, led the horse and hugged her, walking in the afterglow of the sunset in the Lijiang Valley.

Picking up firewood nearby, taking out a fire fold to make a fire, Fan Huazhi shook her head, she knew too well that the warmth of the cold in the second half of the night was irresistible.

Gao Qianyi slaughtered the horse outside the cave, and the two of them snuggled in this small cave, eating half-cooked horse meat.

Fanhua Zhi leaned on his shoulder, and Gao Qianyi suddenly didn't dare to move.

"Your cloak is on me, and we'll be warmer by leaning on it. Fanhuazhi's face was also flushed, and she clearly felt his hand gently wrapping around her waist.

In the second half of the night, the temperature dropped sharply, frost began to bloom on the roadtops in the valley, the road surface froze, the fire was extinguished, and the two people shivered together.

There was also frost on their eyebrows and hair, and neither knew when tomorrow would come, only getting weaker and weaker in the darkness and breathing.

"If you die like this, will you regret it?" asked Fan Huazhi shuddered.

Gao Qianyi replied in a low voice: "No." ”

The simple two-word Sanskrit painting Zhi felt very relieved, and even feared death.

"Can you tell me your name?" Gao Qianyi asked suddenly.

Fan Huazhi laughed and scolded with a smile: "You are really a fool, are you gambling with your life just for a name?"

Gao Qianyi didn't know how to answer, he didn't answer, in the dark, he felt heat in his ears, and a soft and glutinous voice with astringency came: "If I can see the sunrise, I hope that every sunrise from now on will have you by my side." ”

Gao Qianyi grinned, nodded vigorously, and held Fanhuazhi's hand tighter.

She suddenly understood love, and the best appearance is that the two are happy, never give up, and there are not so many cumbersome etiquette, just because she likes it.

The two survived the darkest time, and when the dawn came, the faint afterglow of the new day sprinkled on them with warmth, it was hope.