On the day Han Yichen and the prime minister's daughter got married, it caused a sensation for thousands of miles, and the emperor gave it to him, and both cities were red. The red is dazzling, and the red is shocking.

It is said that the bride is a good girl, with beads and jade. Sex orchid is as happy as spring, and the red glow is lined with delicate faces. A touch of evened lips, two curved eyebrows covering apricot eyes. She has a slender waist like a flower, and she is beautiful and picturesque.

No matter how you look at it, they are a pair of jade people who are a perfect match.

I know that Blackwater Mountain will also go to the edge of the collapse and crumbling of the building.

I stood on the edge of the black water cliff, on the stubborn rock that I was used to sitting in a daze and watching the scenery since I was a child, and in front of me was the abyss. The mountain breeze is cold, I have no powder, I am dressed in red like fire, scorching like the peach blossoms blooming in March, and the peach blossoms are far away from my old life.

I do not yet have the wisdom to break through the red dust, but I also know that I cannot ask for the suffering that I have lost. Since ancient times, there has been no reason to preach about love words.

I left a letter for my father and handed it to Han Yichen when he personally came to suppress Heishui Mountain. In addition, he also left a letter to his father, repenting of the unfilial piety caused by today's decision.

However, I know that this is the last way I can protect my father and the brothers and sisters in Heishui Mountain.

Yichen: These days, countless times I want to tell you something, what I think in my heart, or something else, even if it's nonsense that has nothing to do with the wind and moon.

Or see each other again in my selfish heart, but countless efforts have finally turned to ashes. Once, I knew that there was only one person in this world, and he didn't have to say a word, and he knew everything in my heart. But now, since, they are gone.

The night, the sky, the vast world? Icy biting? I have no soul to go with. There's nothing to hide.

Since I knew that you were married, you have lived for half a year? Every gust of wind in late autumn? It's just rolling up pieces of melancholy fallen leaves, but they can't make the grass sprout.

The change of seasons will always carry a myriad of rumors? And overwhelming misunderstandings that I would love to care about? At least it proves that I can still care.

I can't hear anything? There was silence all around. In fact, who has a pair of discerning eyes to know whether this fateful encounter is the result of several reincarnations in the previous life, or the cause of several reunions in the next life.

And who understands? This short encounter? How many scorching days and tormented nights have passed. Day and night can turn, anxiety and torment have already become a disease, and there is no cure.

Who will understand, waiting for the clump of broken branches in the bitter cold winter, waiting for the taste of flowers? How hard it is. However, will the flowers bloom eventually? The fragrance of flowers will eventually drift in the footprints in the rows of snow, and finally stop in everyone's wounds to rest gracefully.

I pushed the crowd away? But hesitating and wandering around you, those worldly prejudices and the helplessness of blood hatred? Like a handful of dust? Finally bury me? I will put myself in the wilderness, without a name or surname, and I don't have to come to me, just ask you to stay in the Black Water Mountain. One life for another, just think it's me, and the father and the son will pay the debt.

The mountains are empty, the clouds are light, the wind is quiet, and the night is cold. I was hidden by myself, but I was no longer bumped into by myself, and when I turned around, I lost it all.

Yichen, may the mountains and rivers be strong under your feet, may the falling flowers stay in front of you, may the birds sing in your ears, and the sonora of the world will surely pass through those long cold winters, and don't look back at the footprints in the snow.

Go forward, ignore the four seasons, keep walking, be indifferent, keep walking, have an epiphany of life, keep walking. Maybe you'll pass by an unnamed grave, maybe you'll see a tree's plum blossoms blooming, maybe you'll smell bursts of floral fragrance, overflowing with reincarnation.

If there is an afterlife, I would like to practice in front of the Buddha, not for me. If a Buddha has a nature, he will know what I think, forgive me for my distracting thoughts, and know what I want. This way, the red dust is vain, the sky is thorny, it seems that I will finally see Nirvana, I don't care about being reborn, but I want to turn into rain and dew, sweet springs, to moisten your sorrows, I only hope that you can, forever good - a thousand stars are unique.

The mountain wind became more and more weird, and I put my hands together and raised it above my head: "The sky is above, the woman is willing to make a blood contract, and sacrifice Han Yichen with her flesh and blood and all her soul for the rest of her life, just for the reincarnation of the circulation, the constant thoughts, the indulgence of the demon, no regrets or complaints." ”

Then he jumped forward, before and after him, goodbye.

Blood, ticking, ticking, meandering down like an aura. On Huangquan Road, pave a bloody road.

Here is the eternal night without day, there are winds, rivers, mountains, trees, and people, the shadows are abundant, shallow and deep light ink, like an ancient painting thousands of years ago, incompletely photocopied with those souls who are still obsessed.

Many, many feet of different sizes, hurrying on the road, unable to retreat, only keep moving forward, keep moving forward.

There is no inn on Huangquan Road, let you be full of pearls and greens in the sun, gold and silver, come here, you have to abide by the rules here.

Among the many feet that rushed to the trial, there was a pair of particularly prominent female feet that did not bind their feet, and the blood path was beside these feet, tossing and turning a heart.

Dressed in red, with a sad expression. She needed to protect her limbs with her hands, after all, she had fallen to pieces on the edge of the cliff. And then, all over the body, there is pain.

Before and after, there are all mixed shadows, and women don't know where to go.

There is a gazebo in front, and the ghosts are crowded, all drinking tea to quench their thirst, and as soon as they enter this realm, their throats and eyes are full of sparks. From this, you can see the three words "Meng Po Pavilion".

After the Yin Soul was finished by the Eighteen Yin Divisions, it was already hungry and thirsty, gradually approaching the dust, cracking and invading the body, and throwing themselves into the net.

The gloomy old woman with white hair, purple clothes and purple skirts, and a face like thousand-year-old bark is the owner of this pavilion. Everyone took a cup of dark green and faint "sleepy" tea soup from her hand, drank it in one gulp, and was forked by the bull head and horse noodles on the Lethe River by the Naihe Bridge and thrown into it.

Seeing that there was an ownerless lonely ghost here, a trace of surprise flashed in Meng Po's cloudy eyes: "No trial?"

Bai Wuchang came rarely: "I couldn't be tried, I made a blood contract, and committed a felony by myself, but I saved hundreds of people." There is also a great desire to practice in the next life, and he can only let it live and die. ”

Meng Po let out a poignant laugh: "Ho ho ho ho...... After making a blood contract and committing suicide, the tragedy of the tenth life ended, and there had to be this opportunity to break the blood contract, which was much more bitter than the Infernal Hell. ”

"There is no way for good or evil, but people call themselves, Lin Qianxing!" Meng Po shouted.

The woman burst into tears and looked back at the past, obsessed.

Meng Po sighed and persuaded: "Come and drink two cups of tea and soup, this is the greatest mercy I can give to your blood contract. ”

She forcibly handed over a cup, and the woman had to take it, bitter and sour, just like human affairs, and drank it all.

Meng Po handed another cup: "Hurry up and drink another glass, don't argue about the southeast and northwest, even if you are stupid and stubborn, you will fall into reincarnation unconsciously, it is better than you keep the memory of the blood contract, and you have to chase another one in your life." ”

But the woman refused to do it anymore, walked to the side of the bridge, didn't use the fork, and jumped on her own.

Meng Po looked at the decisive back, occupied a side of the mouth, and said to herself:

Persuade you Mo Liqi, love and hate are difficult to dissolve.

One day of sin, ten lifetimes will be difficult.

I saw that the evil fate had entered, and almost all of them were tormented.

It's like a dream, so why not be empty.