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When climbing Xiwu Mountain, Lu Shen fell off the cliff together with Song Zhuo.

But when Lu Shen woke up, he found that he was not in any wild ravine, and there was no sign of Song Zhuo around him.

The place he was in was a place he was very familiar with.

Because there, he stayed for 300 years.

Lu Shen jumped off the cliff after Song Zhuo. Before he lost consciousness, he kept looking at Song Zhuo.

He knew that Song Zhuo was a god, but he didn't know what kind of situation Song Zhuo would encounter this time. He just wanted to be with Song Zhuo no matter what the situation was.

Even if it is to let him gamble with his soul.

But he didn't expect that when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was the city wall that he had seen thousands of times before.

In the past 300 years.

He looked at the ancient paint mottled on the city wall, which was being painted with a new crimson red.

He watched the moss on the city wall grow and wither, and grow elsewhere after a period of frost.

He spent too much time alone.

He was so scared, he was afraid that the Song Zhuo he met again was just a dream he accidentally had while kneeling in the corner outside the city wall in the dark and windless night.

That person has already been reincarnated life after life. Someone accompanied that person in old age, sickness and death, and that person also waited for others to wake up in the morning and go to sleep late.

It's just that he will never meet that person again, even if he does meet again, it will be a different journey, things are different.

Fortunately, someone passed by Lu Shen's side.

That person Lu Shen still knew, was Prime Minister Yan who had been an official in the same court as General Lu.

If it wasn't for this face, which Lu Shen had seen often, he would never have recognized that this person was Prime Minister Yan.

In Lu Shen's memory, Prime Minister Yan was erudite and rigorous. He was either an official uniform or a black robe embroidered with bamboo, or a virtuous and wealthy prime minister, or an elegant scholar.But now Prime Minister Yan is wearing old cloth clothes, carrying a burden on his back, his face is vicissitudes, and his black hair is already half white, making him look much older.

Following Prime Minister Yan was a thin young man, whom Lu Shen had never seen before.

Lu Shen watched as Prime Minister Yan left the city gate, walked a hundred steps and then turned around to look deeply at Maojing City.

Young man: "Old Yan, let's go, if it's later, we won't be able to reach Qi County before dark."

Prime Minister Yan: "The spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day. I think it was just yesterday when I passed the imperial examination. But now the dynasty has changed. We, the old people, still survive because of the kindness of the current emperor, haha , but this is the only way to survive.”

Young man: "The Holy Majesty has a son and amnesty to the world. It is your blessing to meet him. Let's go, it will be too late if you slow down."

Prime Minister Yan finally took one last look at Mao Jingcheng, turned around, and sighed leisurely, "Yes, good luck."

Under the setting sun, Lu Shen felt that when he turned around, Prime Minister Yan seemed to be a little older, and his back couldn't even straighten up.

Lu Shen watched Prime Minister Yan and the young man leave together, and disappeared from his sight.

But in Lu Shen's heart, he was silently thinking that the sage in Prime Minister Yan's mouth should be Emperor Nanyin, and the year that Emperor Chen got his son's amnesty was the second year after he ascended the throne.

That is to say, it is Nan Yin's second year now, and he has only been a ghost for three years.

After death, people turn into ghosts. If they stay in the human world for a long time and do not go to reincarnation, they will lose their memory a little bit, and then forget their nature, absorb the hostile energy between heaven and earth, and turn into evil ghosts.

But three years is not enough.

Lu Shen is very sure that Nan Yin's time flow five or six years ago has been clearly marked in his memory.

In other words, this is not the year when his memory was confused, and why did he return to this moment?

Thinking of Song Zhuo's figure falling off the cliff, Lu Shen couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Could it be that he came here because he fell off that mountain?

What about Song Zhuo?where is he?Is it also in this time and space?

When Lu Shen got up from the ground, Tieyi made a sound that no one could hear, and the clank shook all the wandering ghosts nearby.

Except for Mao Jing, which he couldn't enter, Lu Shen spent several years searching for all the places he could go.

From the state of Yin to the state of Yao, and then through the state of Yao to the state of Yan.

Lu Shen searched for a long time, but couldn't find Song Zhuo.

Until one day in the eighth year of Nanyin, Lu Shen met a monk on the mountain on the border between Yao and Yin.

The monk's face reminded him of a certain dusk in the ninth year of Nanyin hidden deep in his memory.

Under the setting sun that was no different from before, Lu Shen had seen this monk before, and beside him stood a person who looked very similar to Song Zhuo.

It's just that Lu Shen's mind was already unstable at that time, and he was often in a state of chaos.

At that time, Lu Shen could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams. He would often see the little prince, see the figure of the little prince swaying in front of him, and regarded every young man passing by as Song Zhuo.

So that day, even though he had the chance to meet that person's eyes for a moment, even if his heart was shocked at that moment, he still subconsciously thought that it was just one of his thousands of hallucinations.

But now that he saw the monk, his memory of that time became clear again.

Those eyes and that face in memory suddenly broke into Lu Shen's mind.

The more he looked closely, the more he realized that it might not be an illusion.

Although that person looks exactly like the little prince, he has an expression that the little prince would never make. Those eyes also have moles that belong to the little prince, but those eyes can't belong to the little prince.

If it was his fantasy, it couldn't be.

It is impossible for him to imagine someone who is not the little prince.

It can only be said that what he met at that time was indeed not the little prince, but another person.

That person may be another reincarnation of Song Zhuo.

Because of this, Lu Shen had the idea of ​​following this monk, but he didn't want to, this monk was a master of spells, and he disappeared in just a blink of an eye.

Lu Shen could only go back to Maojing City.

He thought that as long as he waited outside the west gate of Maojing, he would have a chance to wait for the person who might be the reincarnation of Song Zhuo.

Fortunately, hard work pays off.

Lu Shen finally waited for that person before he was eager to see through.

But because of that monk, he couldn't get close to Song Zhuo, and could only watch him enter Maojing City.

However, when Lu Shen looked at Song Zhuo in this life, he quietly cast the Eye Following Curse taught to him by Wei Zheng.

The spell allowed him to see Song Zhuo's every move.

He watched Song Zhuo in this life go to the post station with the monk, he watched Song Zhuo wandering around the Maojing Night Market, and he also saw Song Zhuo meet the birthday gift he gave Song Zhuo.

That erhu and that performing arts troupe.

This night, he accompanied Song Zhuo to sleep, but his own eyes were open all night, and he didn't even want to blink.

Of course, he also looked at Song Zhuo in this life on the second day with a splitting headache, saw Song Zhuo bumping into a pillar, saw Song Zhuo seeing him, saw Song Zhuo hit the corner of the table and passed out.

Watching Song Zhuo's soul being led into a ghost path by someone's design.