Blossoms Bloom Three Worlds Falling Silently

After rushing for more than a thousand miles all the way, the underworld fire gradually dimmed until it disappeared. Meng Bo's whole body was wrapped in darkness. He could only hear the whistling wind in his ears, and he staggered a little.

He barely stabilized his body. The force of the strong wind penetrating through his body made him almost fall. In order to maintain his balance, Meng Bo leaned over and sat down. He didn't want to fall into the Wangchuan River. Can't get up.

The drifting speed of the cloak was getting slower and slower, and Meng Bo was suddenly tired. He felt a feeling he had never felt in a thousand years. He was half joyful and half confused, disturbing his mind.

Gently closing the eyelids, the days in the underworld are like scrolls, one scroll after another, like a reprint, without waves and waves, calm and disturbing.

His mind became more and more chaotic, and then slowly calmed down. He saw that he was in a valley, where there were many flowers and trees that he had never seen before, and from time to time, divine birds with seven-color feathers flew by.

Breathing the peaceful and unrepressed air, he felt that his body color became lighter and lighter, then became transparent, and then merged with the valley. That feeling was the ease he had never had in the underworld.

Meng Bo let his thoughts wander in the illusion, and was attracted by the wonderful and comfortable feeling in the illusion. However, this was only an illusion after all, and the bone-chilling coldness of his fingertips quickly brought him back to reality.

The water of the River of Forgetfulness is undoubtedly weird. It can carry any inanimate objects and make them float on the River of Forgetfulness, but it cannot support a soul that is originally ethereal and without any entity.Meng Bo's hand was soaked in the river water and he didn't want to pull it back. This cold feeling could wake him up.

He began to fantasize about whether the scenery in the world is as beautiful as the illusion just now. He has been on the Naihe Bridge for thousands of years, and he has seen countless scenery in the world, but they are not the same, whether the loess is barren, or the sky is full of wind and sand, or the mountains and rivers are beautiful, or the water village is gentle. Suddenly looking forward to the world to go to, I don't know what kind of scenery it is.

As the water waves drifted aimlessly, Meng Bo's eyes suddenly felt a gleam of light, which was particularly obvious in the boundless darkness, so bright and dazzling.

The river moved slowly towards the bright light, and he stretched out his hand, trying to grasp the spark, but he couldn't touch it with all his strength.

The cloak moved very slowly, and after a long time, the light was still out of reach. He became a little anxious, and swung a palm wind to slap the river surface, and the cloak immediately rushed out like an arrow.

Along the way, he waved several palm winds one after another, and that point of light gradually became larger, one cluster, one patch, and later, he could already feel the feeling of the breeze in the world, warm and soft, completely different from the underworld The wind is so fierce.

Then a palm wind waved him completely into this piece of light, but this piece of light was not as beautiful as imagined, the strong light stung his eyes so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, and when the sunlight hit his body directly There are also bursts of burning sensation.

Meng Bo tried his best to raise his arms to try to cover the glare of the sun, but found that the wide hem of his clothes was also penetrated by the sun. He stood on tiptoe and raised his breath, rolled up his cloak and jumped to the shore, and put the cloak on his body in a panic. It took a while to cover the strong sunlight, and it took a while for the eyes to get used to it before they could see the world in front of them.

A dreamlike purple-blue color stretches forward along both sides of the river. After the Bianhua flowers from the underworld come to the world, they immediately turn into a red mist and cover the river.The connection between the underworld and the human world is a mountain pass shrouded in red smoke, which is not very clear. Meng Bo has never seen such a beautiful scenery in the Sansheng Stone.

Rubbing his eyes, he took a closer look. The purple-blue flowers along the way were clearly the flowers of a kind of plant. He put on a cloak and approached the flower tree to observe carefully. The purple-blue flowers were hanging softly with the branches. Some of them even covered the ground in lumps.

He opened his fingers and wanted to gently stroke the small purple-blue flowers. Not surprisingly, he gave up after the palm penetrated through the flowers, but the faint scent of flowers I smelled still made me a lot happier.

Farther away are mountain screens. Meng Bo walked in the sea of ​​flowers, felt the air in the world, found a shaded place not far away, lay down quietly, and looked at the scenery that he had never seen with his own eyes. Clear blue sky.

From the underworld to the human world, although the journey is not difficult, it is still thanks to Yuyan's cloak.Didn't expect it to have such a big effect.He planned to take a rest in this sea of ​​flowers and plan his future life in the human world.What's more, his body is so repelled by the sun that he has to adapt for a while.

Closing his eyes, Meng Bo slowly relaxed, feeling his body light and light, like the illusion on the Wangchuan River.Although he has seen everything in the world on the Wangchuan River, he has never experienced it himself.

But this time coming to the world was too hasty, without any preparations, after thinking about it, he decided to listen to Yuyan, first go to see the bottom of the well in Hualu Temple, and then look for the woman with a strange fate.

She was born in a remote town in the Banyue Kingdom. She was the daughter of a tea merchant. She lived a good life and did not change her face in her previous life. She was born with a magnolia petal birthmark on the side of her face in front of her ear, which seemed to be branded on. She was 20 years old. Died in jumping off a cliff in nine months.

All of this is what Meng Bo saw on the Sansheng Stone, and she should be less than one year old now.

If Meng Bo unraveled the truth about her suicide before she jumped off the cliff, maybe her fate could be changed. This is also his selfishness. He always feels that her eyes hide secrets about himself.

The setting sun on the mountainside was red like a ball of flames. For Meng Bo, who had just arrived in the world, everything was new, including the setting sun.Seeing it slowly sinking into the mountains, he stood up from the shade of the flowers, and without his cloak, he quietly indulged in this long sea of ​​flowers.

The sun has set, and Meng Bo can go out for a walk. Although there is still a lot of time, he is afraid of accidents, and he wants to find the woman as soon as possible.With a slight breath, he jumped onto a flower tree and looked down at the beautiful scenery. If possible, he would like to live here forever.

Meng Bo jumped up, lit a series of flower trees, and moved forward quickly without direction. He just wanted to go out, but was afraid of going out.Finally, when the sky was about to be completely dark, he stood on a section of the cliff, looked back at the road he saw, and jumped again, getting farther and farther away from the purple-blue flower sea.

On the rolling hills, there are occasionally a few families with candlelight.After walking for a long time, I finally saw a village-like place with hundreds of wooden tile houses gathered.He jumped onto the highest roof, listening to the intermittent barking of dogs, a black cat crossing the narrow path, suddenly turned around, and met his eyes, which were shining with coquettish green.

In this village at this time, the lights of most of the houses have been extinguished, and Meng Bo can't wait to see how people live, whether it is the same as what he saw on the Sansheng Stone.Looking around, there are still several rooms in the wooden building where he is sitting that are brightly lit.

Several wooden buildings with three sides and two floors formed two courtyards, one in front and one in the back. It seemed that this was the largest house in the village, but compared with the palace of the underworld, it was nothing worth mentioning.Meng Bo took off his cloak and landed gently in the backyard, where the lights in the main hall were the brightest.

Standing still in the middle of the yard, he was considering whether to approach or not.A person who looked like a servant girl had already bumped into him, and when he was about to dodge, the servant girl passed him and walked backwards. He actually forgot that people can't see or feel him, since Then he doesn't have to worry about it.

Following the way the servant girl came, Meng Bo walked towards the main hall.Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the main hall, another man walked towards him, well dressed, he should be the owner of this place.Meng Bo was looking at him carefully, but he also stared at Meng Bo intently. He could see himself, and Meng Bo shuddered in his heart.

With a pale face and a thin body, he seemed to have been plagued by illness all year round. He looked at Meng Bo for a while, then looked back at the back room, and then stepped out of the main hall door and disappeared into the night.

Seeing Meng Bo, he suddenly realized that someone died in this room, and that was his soul. Following his review just now, Meng Bo came to the back room.

Sure enough, on the bed surrounded by many men, women and children, the man who had just met Meng Bo was lying on it.A doctor with a gray beard was feeling his pulse, shaking his head and sighing from time to time, the people in the room were in a mess, some were anxious and panicked, some had already started sobbing loudly, only the middle-aged man sitting on the wooden chair beside him looked Indifferently, but if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that the teacup he is holding is trembling slightly.

"Young master has no pulse, please send condolences to Mrs. Madam!" The old man put down the hand of the person on the bed, got up, packed his things and went out.The people in the room who were already in distress couldn't hold back any longer, and a middle-aged woman lying on the bed cried loudly: "Yan Xiu, my Yan Xiu..." The girl standing behind her also rolled her eyes. overflowing with tears.

Several people who looked like maids and servants wiped their tears secretly: "Why did such a kind and loving person like the young master die so early..."

Seeing this kind of scene of life and death parting, Meng Bo no longer felt the slightest turmoil in his heart. However, the middle-aged man sitting in front of the window couldn't sit still any longer. He put down his teacup, came to the bed, glanced at the person on the bed, and turned around. out the door.

Not wanting to hear such mournful wailing, Meng Bo followed the man out of the room.From the looks of it, the dead man should be his son. Most of the fathers on the Sansheng Stone who send a white-haired man to a black-haired man are extremely sad, but it is rare to see such a calm person.

Along the garden path in the courtyard, Meng Bo followed the middle-aged man to a laurel tree.The bright moon was in the sky, and the sporadic moonlight passed through the leaves and sprinkled on the ground, and also sprinkled a little on the man's body.Under the shade of the tree, his original stalwart figure looked very depressed. Meng Bo walked gently to his side to see his expression clearly, his face that was already a bit vicissitudes was full of pain.

Under the fine moonlight, Meng Bo clearly saw the tears flickering in the corners of his eyes, and wiped them away with his hands. Then he sat on the ground slowly with one hand on the trunk of the laurel tree, with his head hanging down. For some reason, Meng Bo felt As a father, he suffered no less from the loss of his beloved son than the miserable woman crying in the house.

Meng Bo was standing beside him, quietly feeling his grief spreading, as if he wanted to bring his emotions into it, from the small shade of a tree, to the whole courtyard, and then the clear moonlight. Will be painted a thick layer of desolation by him.

Emotions are not something that a yin fairy like Meng Bo who has no relatives and no reason can understand thoroughly. No, he has a friend like Yuyan. Yuyan has told him a lot, but he forgot to say what human emotions are like. ——It is the sad place in the world, and the moon is full and full, and the heart is heartbroken.