Lord Seventh

Chapter VII Floating Life

I rock out, turned into a hero's grave, love is indestructible.

The second world rock broke, crossing the bridge of marriage, and flying two pairs.

The third world jade was burned, and he swore to keep the jade alliance, life and death will go with him forever.

The other shore blossomed all the way, bloody. Forget the river flows quietly, 3,000 years to the east and 3,000 years to the west. Traveling to and from the soul, stepping on the long Huangquan Road, Yu Naihe walked up and drank a bowl of yellow soup, and all the past lives passed away. The three beings on the stone shore came back and forth, but no one looked at it here, and it can be seen that the reincarnation is just muddled.

There was a person sitting next to Sansheng Stone.

It was a man who came closer to see it, but in the 20s and 30s, with a blue shirt and wide sleeves, and a rough bamboo flute on his waist, he had silver hair on his head, untied and scattered casually.

The man turned his back to the soul on Huangquan Road, facing the slick three-life stone. He just sat quietly, closed his eyes, wondering whether he was asleep or awake. It seemed that someone had been watching him for a long time.

Hu Yan is a newly appointed ghost job. He has been in Huangquan for more than forty years. Since the impression, this white-haired man has been sitting there without moving. Hu Yan has gone to the office to return to his office, and he has to stand there. Staring at the man's back for a moment.

Hades is the world of ghosts, and the sun is full of daylight, but ghosts are no less than hells. Hu Yan sometimes feels upset, staring at the man's motionless mountain-like back for a moment, and then calms down strangely.

Suddenly, a white and miserable hand was put on Hu's shoulder. Even though he was a ghost, he could not help feeling a coolness coming down the hand, making him smart. Looking back, Bai Wangchang's paper-faced face was right in front of him, and Hu Yan patted his chest, turned around, and hurriedly saluted, "Soul-crushing."

Bai Wuchang's head seemed to have no place for a moment, his lips didn't move, but his voice made people hear clearly: "You call him and say that the hour is here and ask him to go on the road."

"Me?" Hu Yan was taken aback, looking at the white-haired man who looked like a statue, and at the impermanence of white, "This ... villain ..."

"It's just going," Bai Wuchang said lightly. "I mistakenly hooked a person's soul back then, leaving him alive and death. I have been infatuated for so many years. I haven't been able to live for hundreds of years. I don't want to talk to me.

"Yes." Hu Yan did not dare to disobey the words of the Soul Emissary. He hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "What should that man be ...?"

Bai Wuchang seemed to hesitate for a moment before whispering: "You call him Qiye, you call him like this, he will."

Hu Yan could not hesitate and walked towards the man.

When he was still in the world, he listened to a private gentleman telling stories as a child. In ancient times, there was a person who was very good at Danqing. He drew a long dragon on the wall one day, but he didn't look at him. The passers-by saw it but he was puzzled After asking, the man said that he was afraid that the dragon would be turned into a real dragon as soon as it was clicked. The others just did n’t believe it, and the painter had no choice but to click on the dragon ’s eyes. The dragon was alive, Qing Xiao. A soaring cloud is the finishing touch to the legend.

At this moment, I do n’t know why, Hu Yan felt that the sitting white-haired man was like the untouched dragon, as if once he was awakened, he could no longer keep him in the size of the three stone walls.

He approached, the man still unaware, sitting end to end, facing the slate, eyes closed.

Hu Yanqing cleared his throat, boldly reached out and nudged the shoulder of the white-haired man: "Qiye, Ecstasy sent a message to the villain, saying that the hour is here, please Qiye go on the road."

The man stood still, as if he hadn't heard it.

Hu Yan throated his throat, raised a little volume, and leaned closer to the man's ear: "Seven Lord, ecstasy ..."

"Yes, I'm not deaf."

Hu Yan was stupid for a while, and only a moment later, the man who didn't look like a living creature actually spoke, and still told him.

The "seven grandfather" 's voice was very low and very light. He heard it in his ears like a gentle breeze blowing in his heart. Then he moved a bit, and after a long sleep, his body was not working properly, and he moved his shoulders, opened his eyes very slowly, and glanced at Hu.

The eyes were extremely clear, the corners of the eyes were wide, the eyelines were clear, and they were raised slightly, as if with a little smile, the brilliance of the memory, but only flashed, and then it narrowed again.

Hu Yan froze and said that the Seventh Lord was such a good-looking person.

The white-haired man looked at him for a while, then thoughtfully, "I don't seem to have seen you ..."

"Hu Ren, the villain, is the ghost of this place, and has only served for 40 years."

The man froze, pointed his fingers at it, shook his head and laughed, "Did I sleep for so many years with my eyes closed?"

He slowly helped Sanshengshi stand up, patted the dust that did not exist on his body, swept through the wide sleeves, and the other flowers seemed to bend his head along with his movement, turned around, and saw not far away White impermanence and no surprise, just a full robe sleeve, a little stunned: "Master, you haven't seen me for more than sixty years, have you?"

Paichangchang paused, although it was still flat and flat, Hu Yan felt as if he was stunned, and then he heard him say, "The villain passed by Naihe Bridge every day. He saw Qiye every day. It's just that Qiye is sixty and three years old. He never looked back at the villain. "

The man blinked, and suddenly laughed: "How does the ecstasy make this resentful?"

Bai Wuchang lowered his head and said, "I dare not."

The man froze: "You tone, it's like I offended you."

"I don't dare," Bai Wuchang said, still flatter than the coffin, and said, "Now it's time, please Qiye go with the villain."

"Well, what time?" The man blinked. "Where to go?"

"Please invite Qiye and me to go back in that round. It's not good to miss the time. It's the seventh life." Bai Wuchang paused. "After this life, your fate with Helian will be exhausted. Go back to dust and go back to earth, no longer having to entangle. "

As soon as the three words "Helianjiu" came out, Hu Jiuyi was the one who had heard the name. He was a human, and he also read private school when he was young. The old man talked about history, especially the former dynasty. The emperor of ZTE, the old-fashioned old man rarely reveals the undisguised admiration. He only said that when he was born with internal and external troubles, he was generous and sacred, and used his own strength to save the building in the impending and bowed, which is the first-class sage of eternity monarch.

He turned to look at the Qiye, only to see his good-looking eyes straight in the direction of Wang Chuan, without words, Hu Yan stood on his side, and saw that there was a cloud of mist in the eyes of the man. Unclear, but a little confused and savory. There is no clue on the vaguely vague face, but Hu Yan doesn't know why. He clearly feels that this ecstasy has caused a layer of sadness in the adult.

I mistakenly hooked a person's soul back then, leaving him to die. I have been infatuated for so many years. I have been unsafe for hundreds of years. I do n’t want to talk to me when I want to come—

Suddenly, I saw the white-haired man returning to God. He blinked, and looked back in confusion with a question: "Where is Helianji?"

Bai Wuchang was trapped: "It's ..."

The white-haired man thought for a while, and before he finished speaking, he patted his head and realized: "Oh, you say it's him ... I'm a bit impressed, why isn't it finished?"

Hu Yan's expression was a little cracked-how many generations of love can't help but? Infatuated? The lover has a bad memory.

The white-haired man glanced at him as if he knew what he was thinking, stretched out slowly, and said slowly: "It has taken hundreds of years for a man to have entered six reincarnations. The names of men, women, and children often change, who remembers? Besides, I have not been a human for hundreds of years ... "

The voice of his last few words was very low. At the end, it turned into a faint smile on the edge of thin lips. He folded his long sleeves and looked at the impermanence of whiteness. It's because you mistakenly linked Qing Qing's soul and told her to strangle her to death, that made me and Helian Xie anti-purpose? No wonder you didn't dare talk to me. "

Bai Wuchang avoided his gaze and lowered his head slightly.

The white-haired man shook his head and walked forward. He seemed to pat his impermanent shoulders casually: "How soon or late it is, but you still remember, it turns out that Xiaobailian's heart is small."

Hu Yi slipped on his feet and almost fell into Wangchuan.

The man laughed.

A Huangquan, a hundred thousand ghosts, the whole Yincao seemed to echo his uninhibited smile, and the slender back had an indescribable sense of Luo Tuoqi, as if Shi Luo Yan Luo was not in his eyes.

Hu Yan only listened to Bai Wuchang gently and said, "This is a relationship that has seven generations. Because of my past life, I changed his life style, but I should have turned my head into an enemy."

Hu Yan gave a moment: "Love? He is ..."

"Have you heard of King Nanning?"

Hu Yan couldn't help but yelled, "He's ... he's ..." No wonder the haunting messenger called this man a "little man". It turned out that he was the former King Nanning.

Bai Wuchang shook his head: "He was only thirty-two years old in the first life. He was too careful. He had white hair at the time of death. After death, he was unwilling to change his heart. He refused to drink the bitter water and was bitter by the bridge of Naihe. Wait ten years, wait for that person to join the reincarnation ... "

Hu Xun asked, "Isn't it impossible to live without Meng Po Tang?"

Bai Wuchang nodded: "So he turned into a flying insect in the second generation and flew under the lamp that the man picked at night, but unfortunately, the man did not understand the naked eye, and caught him and crushed him to his fingertips. "

Hu Yan did not know what to say.

"He waited for that person to reach the third life," Bai Wuchang and Hu Yan were distantly behind the "Seven Lords". The ecstasy sounded like a mosquito, pressed low in his throat, but vomited verbatim. It is particularly clear, "He turned into a black dog in the third life, and was raised by that man since he was a child, but was eaten because of the slump of his family, killing dogs for meat. In the fourth life, he was a gift from his sweetheart, A pot of jasmine was placed on the windowsill, and the man was watering the housekeeper, and he was all attentive, but then the man remarried to another place, the man moved to another place when he was sad, and left jasmine in the deserted house, withered and died. Turned into a snow fox, which was obtained by the man, and was raised in a deep house for pleasure, because the man loved his fur and suffered from thin skin cramps ... "

"Why is this so?" Hu Yan's eyes widened. "Everything in the world has a cause and effect. Why hasn't he planted any evil cause?"

Bai Wuchang glanced at him and shook his head: "The number of causes and effects is not something I can get through."

"Then ..."

"Later when he returned, he drank three bowls of Mengpo soup by the bridge of Neihe." Bai Wuchang smiled bitterly. "But for some reason, Mengpo soup that has been washed and remembered by the world is useless to him. Don't forget He forgot to remember when he wanted to, and remembered when he wanted to forget. He laughed at these hundreds of years for a long time, sometimes he could n’t remember his original name, but he wanted to remember those past events, because of the events of the Seventh Century, so he claimed Jing Qi. Waiting for Hellenth VI, for a total of sixty and three years, he sat next to Sansheng Stone for sixty-three years. In the calculation, Qiye was entangled with Hellenth's destined seventh. The last one is left. "

Hu Yanran: "No wonder." He looked up at the people walking slowly in the distance, always feeling that the worldly infatuation described by Bai Wuchang's mouth and the handsome man were not alone, but the white hair was like snow. Generally, behind the man, he felt that it was the first sad color in the world.

Jing Qi stood by the pool of reincarnation, waited for two moments, and waited for Bai Wuchang and Hu Yan to approach, before jokingly asking, "Am I this time?"

Bai Wuchangdao: "The man of nobility."

Jing Qi glanced at him and gave his mouth a sip: "It's not necessary for the big expensive, it's better not to worry about food and clothing, and don't worry about everything. Anyway, let me just mix and eat and wait for death."

Bai Wuchang didn't talk anymore, but just reached out: "Please."

Jing Qi hugged his fists, smiled, and lifted his feet into the pool.

Seeing that he was going to go into the rebirth pool, it might as well Bai Baichang suddenly bit his own finger and bend his fingers. The bit of Yin Hong came out from his pale fingertips and fell into the rebirth pool. Hu Yan was startled and screamed, "What are you doing?"

Bai Wuchang ignored him, murmured in his mouth, suddenly stretched out his **** finger, and put it between Jing Qi's eyebrows. Jing Qi was in the pool and couldn't escape. Immediately he looked up and looked up. The impermanence was still With an empty face, his eyes were still so stagnant, straight into his eyes. Jing Qijue was slammed by someone, and instantly sank. Someone whispered in his ears: "Because of me, I have broken your life plate and told you to pass through the world for no reason, and I have suffered so much. If you have been paid, you will practice as much as you can for your next life ... "

Hu Yan dullly saw that the figure of Jing Qi sank instantly. At that moment, the reincarnation pond was almost red, but before he could scream, he saw that the water was clear and calm, as if no one had come. No one went.

Hu Yan slowly turned his head, but Bai Mochang had disappeared, leaving only a white paper in the shape of a human being, which flickered to one side.

With a crackling sound around him, a dark shadow appeared out of nowhere, and leaned over to pick up the white paper that fell to the ground. Hu Yi hurriedly saluted, "Judge ..."

The man in black shook his hand: "Stop it." I saw that the piece of paper suddenly ignited in his palm, and it immediately became a mass of ashes. The judge opened the palm of his hand, and a plume of smoke seemed to be spiritual, and he was not reincarnated. Inside the pool. When the judge saw Hu Yan dumbfounded, he said, "This time the impermanence is not a man in the local government, but by the impermanence body waiting for his ordained person, it should be gone now."

Hu Yan's lips moved, as if he understood something, as if he didn't understand anything.

The judge sighed, just like when he came, submerged into the darkness again.

The author has something to say: today's birthday, um, a certain p officially entered the ranks of young female youth ==

Hmm ... I was so busy for a day, I forgot to eat noodles and eggs, I thought there was nothing to remember, I just opened a pit, and some p was really boring ==