Blossoms Bloom Three Worlds Falling Silently

I don't know how many times the flowers on the other side have bloomed, and I don't know how many thousand years have passed in the world.Meng Bo stood on the Wangchuan River every day, watching the wandering souls walking on the Naihe Bridge made of dark energy one after another.

"You are Meng Po?" A cool voice sounded, as cool as jade thrown into a silver pot.Meng Bo looked at her intently, and suddenly remembered that he had seen this woman in front of him many times at the head of Naihe Bridge. It seemed that this woman had never lived past 30 years old in every life.I don't know how it died this time?

"My name is not Meng Po, but Meng Bo." She would ask this question every time she walked on the bridge. Those who returned did not enter the path of reincarnation.Most of the others would stop to look at the Sansheng Stone, to see the past life or the next life, but she never stopped.

But today seemed different. When she walked past Meng Bo, she glanced at him with clear eyes, and the branded magnolia petals in front of her ears were quietly covered with red clouds.After she retracted her gaze and took a step or two forward, she stopped again, the hem of her skirt hissed as the wind blowing over Wangchuan River, this time she didn't look back.

"I have seen you in my dreams countless times in my dreams, and then I missed you on the road full of bright red flowers. It turned out to be here, on this Huangquan Road." After she finished speaking, she took another step, and the blue embroidered shoes There are a few pink apricot flowers on the bed, rising and falling with her steps.

The moment her figure passed the Sansheng Stone, Meng Bo saw her short life in the stone mirror, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, disappearing quickly.Born in a wealthy family, educated and polite, with a beautiful face, he grew up and lived like all ladies, and then suddenly committed suicide and died.There is no sorrow, the father is loving and the mother is loving, and there are many admirers, but why did he commit suicide for no reason?

Meng Bo indulged in the doubts in his heart alone. For a long time, he hadn't seen the fluttering robes long ago, leaving only a silent back, desolate on the other side.On the stone mirror, her past and future lives are still going on, with exactly the same ending, but the method of suicide is different.

Then, in another 30 or [-] years, they will still meet here.Meng Bo was a little curious, could it be that she would die young without a partner for generations, and why there was such a strange ending.

New souls walked past him one after another, and the stories on the Sansheng Stone changed again and again. Those souls were happy or weeping when they saw their past lives and the impermanence of their future lives.However, this emotion is short-lived after all, so short that there is no trace of it.This is how a person's life is, and it has long been engraved with fate. No matter how hard you struggle, you still can't get out of the track.

The soul-inducing bell rang three times, and the river of forgetfulness returned to tranquility. Meng Bo was alone on the huge road to death, and he was still thinking about that orchid-like woman.A few flaming red petals floated across the river, the other shore flower, it must have fallen three or four times.

"My lord, it's daylight in the world now, and Huangquan Road will no longer extradite dead souls, so you can go back to the Nether Palace to rest." Yu Yan came to Meng Bo's side at some point, and gently advised him.During the day?There is still daytime in the world, unlike this underworld which is always shrouded in darkness and thunderbolts. He can only rely on the underworld fire floating around to dye the whole underworld into a strange blue.

Hearing from Yuyan that the Three Lives Stone can see the three lives of all the creatures in the Six Realms, Meng Bo has never believed it, because—this Three Lives Stone is just a mirror with reflections to him.He had stood in front of the stone mirror countless times, praying that the scene of him before he became a Yin fairy on the Naihe Bridge would appear in the stone mirror, but Meng Bo did not have these memories.

In the stone mirror in front of him, there was a slight change in the face of a thin man following Meng Bo's expression. The black embroidered red gown blended in with his waist-length hair, making his complexion even paler.The loose robes were loosely placed on him, and he always looked like this whenever he came to the Three Lives Stone.

And on his left, the one wearing a black cloak and a black mask is Yuyan, who has been following him since the beginning of Meng Bo's memory, and it was Yuyan who told him the story of the Sansheng Stone.

He also asked Yuyan why his fate could not be seen on the Sansheng Stone, and Yuyan replied, "You are the owner of the Sansheng Stone, no matter how clever a magic weapon is, it is impossible to spy on the master's fate." He still doesn't believe it!After straightening his collar, Meng Bo was tired of the clothes that had followed him for thousands of years.

Yuyan said that he was a yin fairy and had no body. The suit on his body was what he wore when his body was burned, and it had already merged with his soul and could not be taken off.If you become a yin fairy, you will no longer need your physical body, and the underworld can only accommodate your soul.Meng Bo once tried to inquire about his past from other Yin Immortals in the underworld, but these Yin Immortals kept their secrets secret and couldn't figure out how to ask.As for Yiyan, he would not say anything.

Dark red silk curtains hung all over the pillars in the palace of the underworld, and the fires of the underworld flickered on the black animal candlesticks that could be seen everywhere.It's better to say it's a dojo than a palace of the underworld. Meng Bo mostly stays here to meditate in his free time. This underworld is really deserted and infiltrating.Seeing that there were so many souls walking, but few of them were willing to talk to him, even Yuyan asked and answered each sentence, besides, there was no anecdote worth sharing in this underworld.

When the flowers on the other side fade, the fragrance is particularly strong, and the faint fragrance passes through every corner of the palace of the underworld, disturbing people for a long time.Meng Bo thought of the woman with the magnolia flower branded in front of her ear again. She said that she had met him in dreams countless times, so why did he fall into her dream?Her life experience is as weird as her own.Meng Bo wants to unravel her fate, and also wants to unravel his own fate.

Since he couldn't meditate, Meng Bo simply stopped meditating and got up to go to Yuyan's room.Yuyan's room was probably the only place in the entire underworld without a ghost fire. It was pitch black, just like his pitch black cloak, and he couldn't tell where he was for a moment.

"Ziyan, Zhuyan" he called several times but no one answered him, and whether Zhuyan was there or not, Meng Bo immediately decided to go and see the other shore flowers floating on the River of Forgetfulness.It is said that the flowers on the other side bloom for 1000 years and fall for 1000 years. The few times he has seen the flowers bloom, it should not be as long as 1000 years, but it does take a long time after the flowers fall. When the flowers bloom and fall, it is also the only dreamy scenery in the underworld.

The dark wind picked up many slender and curled petals, hovering over the Forgotten River, sometimes like a dancing girl, sometimes like a cluster of red clouds.Meng Bo walked aimlessly along the river bank, and the petals that rushed towards him slowly passed through his body, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then gently sprinkled on the river.He stretched out his hand to grab a petal, but the petal penetrated his palm and fell to the ground, turning into wisps of red smoke and quickly dispersed.

It turned out that the Bianhua and him were just intangible things, and neither of them could restrain the other.After a few bouts of howling winds, a thick layer of red clothes had already been laid on Wangchuan, and the end could not be seen at a glance.I heard that the Wangchuan River leads to the human world, and every time the flowers on the other side fade, the river turns red, and there must be a change in the world that endangers the world. I don't know if it is true or not.

When the flowers gradually fell, an ink-colored figure sitting on the ground appeared faintly among the flowers. That mass of chilling ink-color, he could guess that it was Yuyan without looking closely.Ziyan sat quietly on the river bank, facing Wangchuan, and sat motionless.He walked through the remnants of flowers and stood silently behind Yuyan, "Woo--" the wind blew away a flower lying in his palm, and fell into the River of Forgetfulness staggeringly.

They were silent for a long time, before Zhuyan opened his mouth and said: "Follow the Wangchuan River, and you can reach the world." After saying that, Zhuyan raised his head and looked at him, he couldn't see the expression of Zhuyan, let alone guess What he thought.

"Why do you say this all of a sudden?"

"My lord hates the underworld because you still have knots in your heart. Why don't you get rid of your knots now? It's up to you whether you come back or not." He didn't know the identity of Ziyan. Simple, but he still didn't want to give up this opportunity.

Yuyan took off his cloak and threw it on the river, and handed him a soul-locking rope, "After the young master arrives in the world, go to the bottom of the well in the backyard of Hualu Temple in Yundu. I will watch for you." Meng Bo just wanted to Opening his mouth, Yuyan lifted him onto the cloak with one hand, and then blew a strong wind, the cloak moved quickly, the scenery on both sides of the bank became more and more blurred, and he, still full of doubts, didn't have time to ask.