The green mound is a lonely lamp, and the wind is crying graves.

The girl held the lamp in front, Mo Zhongqing was flickering behind, and the two of them had nothing to say all the way on the ten-mile Huangquan Road, but they were as cold as as.

The girl's name is Mo Li, one of the many soul-detaining envoys on the Huangquan Road, they are used to seeing all kinds of lonely souls and wild ghosts, there are fierce and unruly desolate souls, and there are even unjust ghosts with miserable backgrounds. And a soul like Mo Zhongqing, although it is a little strange to Mo Li, it is not too curious. The two of them walked slowly along the Lethe River for about half a cup of tea, and then came to a white jade bridge.

This white jade bridge stands in an arch shape, spanning the Lethe River, and the two realms are remotely bridged.

The ancient seal archway at the head of the bridge goes to the sky five feet, there are several zhang high, the bridge deck is smooth and neat as a jade brick, but there is no stone fence on both sides, and the abrupt piece looks very difficult. The Lethe River is turbulent below, the water is majestic, and the misty water vapor that rises repeatedly forms a mist to cover the jade bridge in the center, which looks like a dream, and is uncertain.

When Mo Zhongqing saw the white jade bridge, he was slightly shocked in his heart, and there was a sense of déjà vu in his trance, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Mo Li saw that Mo Zhongqing's pestle was actually moving forward there, so he was suspicious and said, "What's the matter?

Mo Zhongqing shook his head, "I just don't know where I've seen this bridge, maybe I've walked it before." ”

Mo Fang was surprised, looked left and right at the moment, leaned closer, and whispered, "Listen." I don't care who you are or what you were capable of when you were alive, but when you get to your mother-in-law, don't talk nonsense, what you are told to do, you will do it. Understood?"

Seeing that Mo Zhongqing nodded obediently, Na Mo Li took the lamp and led him to the bridge, stepped on the cold stone slab into the fog and came to an old woman.

The old woman couldn't see her face clearly with her head down with a dead wooden cane, and she didn't seem to be too lazy to look at Mo Zhongqing, so she handed over a bowl of water with her thin fingers, and said in a dry and cold voice: "Drink it, and you can forget everything if you drink it." ”

Mo Zhongqing stretched out his hand to take the stone bowl, looking at the face reflected on the clear water in the stone bowl, he was stunned, what kind of man's face is this, the man in the water can vaguely see that he was originally very handsome, but at this moment, his lips are withered and purple, his eyes are dull, his eyebrows are unkempt, and his ghostly spirit is full.

On the whole pale and sad face, how can there be a sad word. However, Mo Zhongqing still vaguely felt a little familiar, and after a long time, he realized more and more that this seemed to be him, so why did he have such a look, could I be like this along the way?!

Mo Zhongqing was a little unconvinced, but then a tear suddenly smashed the water, and his face was blurred in an instant, Mo Zhongqing looked at the ripples in the stone bowl and seemed to see another face, and he didn't know why his heart suddenly mourned!

"Smack!"

The stone bowl immediately fell off the bridge and splashed on the ground, Mo Li was shocked when he saw it, and he heard Mo Zhongqing Huo Ran raise his head and say, "No, I can't drink it!!" At this moment, although Mo Zhongqing didn't know why he couldn't drink this bowl of forgetful water, the strong obsession in his heart prompted him to roar, and his intention was determined.

The old woman raised her head slightly and took a closer look at Mo Zhongqing with her cloudy and yellowish eyes, and just one glance made Mo Zhongqing feel cold, and before she was surprised, she felt that her mind was immediately frozen! Her body was even more uncontrollable! And the old woman bent down slightly and picked up the stone bowl on the ground with difficulty, and said unhurriedly: "If you don't want to drink, it's okay." Mo Li, push him down the Lethe River. ”

The old woman's words were like a life-threatening talisman that made Mo Li beside her suddenly startled, and suddenly shook her head again, and said with a frightened face: "Mother-in-law, he ......"

The old woman paused and said with a cane: "What's the matter, the wings are stiff, and what the old body says is no longer good?"

"I ...... I..."

The old woman saw that Mo Li was shimping for a moment, but still didn't move, so she sighed and said, "Alas, Ah Li, how many years have you been a soul detainer?"

Mo Li saw her suddenly call her nickname, although she was a little puzzled, she still tilted her head and counted with her fingers: "Nine years, seven months and fourteen days." ”

The old woman leaned on crutches and said weakly: "Cough, cough...... Then can't you see that this remnant soul somehow accidentally broke into the sea of flowers, causing his body to be obsessed, so many resentments, his soul power has long been exhausted, and he can no longer be reincarnated, and he can't even be a beast. ”

"Ahh

Mo Li was stunned for a moment, and immediately added: "But, even if there is no longer an afterlife, then stay and be a flower slave, Ah Li also happens to lack a soul servant." ”

Mo Li knew that the old woman would not lie to her, but for some reason she didn't want this ghost to be pushed down from Lechuan, so she tried her best to protect her. When the old woman heard her, she didn't know what she was thinking, and smiled in a hoarse voice, "Hehe, to be a flower slave, you must make him willing to drink this bowl of forgetfulness water, but if you drink the forgetfulness water, he won't recognize you, do you want him to be a flower slave at that time?"

"I ......"

The old woman didn't wait for Mo Li's answer, and persuaded her bitterly: "What's more, if he refuses to drink it now, then he can't be left behind." How big the so-called obsession is, how strong the wish is, this kind of obsession will sooner or later turn into a ghost and a desolate soul, leaving a disaster in the realm, even so, you are not willing to push him down?"

When Mo Li saw her mother-in-law like this, she suddenly remembered something, opened her mouth, and finally compromised: "Mother-in-law, don't be sad, Ah Li knows that she is wrong......"

Mo Li glanced at Mo Zhongqing apologetically, only took a step but saw that her mother-in-law's cloudy and yellow eyes suddenly flashed brightly, and she looked at the bridge with the archway in the distance, and said slowly: "I didn't expect that today a wave of unsettled waves will rise again, and there will be another soul outside." ”

Mo Li didn't know what the old woman meant, but following the old woman's gaze, he heard a voice mixed with strong internal breath coming from afar through the mist: "The poor Kunlun sect is in charge of Zhengyi, and I have seen Meng Po." ”

The old woman replied casually with a cane: "It's been three hundred years, I can't imagine that the old body will still be able to see the cultivators who are out of the body after three hundred years, your name is Zhengyi? ”

The bridgehead is the first to say: "Hehe, the poor road is to go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing." I have a little friend named Mo Zhongqing, because of some accident, the soul mistakenly returned to the realm......"

"Hehehe......"

Meng Po smiled, the smile was dry and hoarse, which made people sound so uncomfortable, and when he heard it, his brows furrowed, and he bowed again: "I don't know if he is still in the bridge at the moment, if he is, please let Meng Po come back, Poor Dao is grateful!"

When Meng Po heard this, her dim eyes suddenly glared outward, and she was so frightened that she shook inexplicably, and then heard her say hesitantly: "He is in the bridge at the moment, but his old body and legs are inconvenient, and he can't send him out, if the real person wants to see him, he might as well go to the bridge in person!"

Zheng looked at the white jade brick paved bridge in front of him, paused, and suddenly smiled loudly, "That's the case, but the poor road is disrespectful!"

As he spoke, he was about to step when he heard Meng Po's voice on the bridge suddenly rise and said: "Slow! The real person can know that the old body has no way back on the bridge, for a boy who is not as good as a real person, is it worth it?"

Zheng bowed down and bowed, full of arrogance, and said vigorously: "Xiaoyou strayed into the ghost world because of the fault of the poor road, if you don't come, it is unkind, the teacher of the little friend is kind to the poor road, if you don't save it, it is unjust, if you make the poor road lose benevolence and righteousness, how can this road be cultivated?"

Saying that, I saw a wave of Zhengyi's sleeves, a look of awe-inspiring and fearless, stepped on the bridge with his right foot, immediately shrunk into inches, and appeared in the bridge through the fog, seeing Meng Po, he glanced at Mo Li beside her, and paused to see the white lotus-shaped lamp he was holding in his hand, and then stared at the face of Mo Zhongqing, who was full of stunned faces, for a moment, he was surprised and saw that something was wrong, he rubbed his white beard, drank suddenly, and said in a voice like a golden cracked stone: "Little friend Zhongqing, don't wake up yet!"

Suddenly, the sound was like thunder, the air was in the sky, and the body was immediately frightened by the fog, and they actually retreated together. When Mo Liqi beside Meng Po heard such a voice, he was so frightened that he grabbed the corners of Meng Po's clothes with both hands, and his body trembled slightly, and Mo Zhongqing, who was in a daze, only moved his body, and looked back in a daze.

Zheng's complexion changed, and the next moment he had bullied him and took Mo Zhongqing behind, but Meng Po let Zhengyi take Mo Zhongqing away from her side but did not stop her, but squinted and watched quietly. Looking at him stroking Mo Zhongqing's forehead with his hand, his sleeves were blowing, and watching him continuously send his inner true qi into Mo Zhongqing's body, until the latter's eyes became more and more vibrant, Meng Po was still indifferent.

Mo Zhongqing looked at Zhengyi: "I am ......"

Zheng said with a solemn face: "Little friend, your name is Mo Zhongqing!"

"I'm Mo Zhongqing, by the way, you, you are a real person? Hmm, my head hurts......"

Although Mo Zhongqing recognized Zhengyi, all kinds of obsessions also instantly poured into his mind, causing him to have a headache, Zhengyi saw that his face was solemn, and he urged Zhenqi to say: "Xiaoyou, quickly abandon distracting thoughts, calm down! Don't be stumped by the past, don't be bothered by the mirror, you are Mo Zhongqing in this life, not someone else!"

"Others? Yes, I'm Mo Zhongqing, I... Plain clothes!"

At this time, Mo Zhongqing's original stagnant Lingtai suddenly rolled over the waves, Huo Ran cleared, followed by a sudden twitch of his heart, and his chest was full of sorrow, and it was this thick sadness that turned into thousands of torrents to break through the shackles, leading Mo Zhongqing to recognize himself in all kinds of obsessions. Yes, I am that Mo Zhongqing, not someone else, I only have one love, that is Bai Suyi. But Su Yi was forced to death by me! I killed her with my own hands? Thinking of this, all kinds of pain came back to my heart, like a knife twisted in oil, and there was no love in life.