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The underworld has been gloomy for thousands of years, with rolling black clouds, black tides, ghosts wandering, expressionless.

The water of the Styx River, across Duanhuntai and Mingshan, its liquid is like boiling water, constantly bubbling, different from the black air curling up in other places in the underworld, here is misty, all of which are condensed like the water in the world. The mist is vague and not very clear.

Or, it was the river Styx flowing like blood, which added a bit of brilliance.

In the bright red water, one boat, one paddle, one person.

The black clothes, the black hat, and the black veil cover the face, blending with the black behind him, and the coquettish black is more and more obvious in the red.

"The people in front want to cross the river?"

The faint and cold voice came through, wrapped in the wind of the Styx River, making no distinction between male and female, old and young.

On the Broken Soul Stage, a slender figure of a woman stands, her white clothes fluttering, she should have the appearance of flying clothes and fairy sleeves fluttering away from the dust, but the darkness of the underworld makes the conspicuous white even more abrupt, like light in the dark It suddenly pierced the eyes, so bright that it made people close their eyes and look sideways.

The red lips parted slightly, "Yes."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Mt. Ming."

For a moment, in the mist, it seemed as if water droplets condensed.

"What do you want?"

"The fruit of robbery."

After the woman in white finished speaking, the boat that was originally in the middle of the river slowly came across, and the black figure became more and more clear.

A short distance away, the black veil hanging down from the bamboo hat seemed to move, as if there was a sigh coming from far away in the sky, it seemed to be puzzled, but also to feel pity. Through the emotions on the surface, there were more complex and inexplicable emotions.

"Underworld Records" records: Mingshan is majestic, and it is born with fate and fruit.Once the fate of calamity is crossed, beyond the six realms, the past is over.Where is the mountain?Sanshenghedong Duanhuntai, the other side of the Styx River.

"Even if a mortal takes the Tribulation Fate Fruit, he can be resurrected from the dead and surpass the six realms, forgetting his past, but have you ever asked that person if he is willing to forget?"

The woman in white on the opposite side trembled when she heard the words, her eyes, which were full of red dust and frost, were full of gazing, and the clouds were scattered, and she could look into it, but it was full of mourning.

Is that person willing or not?She doesn't know either.

I just want her to live, to live well, to live!

"The Tribulation Fruit is a sacred object in the underworld. It blooms for a hundred years and bears fruit for a thousand years. It is protected by divine beasts. It is more difficult to obtain than ascend to the sky. The immortal should go back." Different from the voice just now, this time, it is probably closer, the white clothed The woman seemed to feel her calm indifference, and the complexity in her indifference.

That person could see through her identity at a glance, but it was normal. As a fairy, the aura on her body was unstoppable.

The immortal didn't back away because of the words, but just raised his lips and smiled, the pain just now was like an illusion, "If I was afraid, I wouldn't have come. Now that I have come, is there any reason to be timid?"

In the clear and bright, there is a chic and upright spirit from the fairy world, which makes people have to admire the temperament and courage of the slender body that is neither humble nor arrogant and never yields.

Seemingly knowing that it would be useless to talk too much, the man crossing the river slowly stood up, but faced the faint red water, "In that case, let the immortal see if he can persuade me to cross the river."

Mingshan is surrounded by the water of the Minghe River, like an isolated island floating on it.

If you want to cross the river, unless you use a specially made boat from the underworld to carry it across, otherwise, crossing it by force is like a stone falling into the river, sinking into it and instantly turning into a puddle of water.

Whether it is a wandering ghost with unjust souls or an immortal with powerful mana, they all end up in the same way. If they fall into the river of Styx, they will be swallowed directly, without exception, even their souls will be wiped out directly.

This is why the woman in white, even though she is a person in the fairy world, still has to travel thousands of miles to the underworld, humbly begging for a leisurely river crosser.

Here, the person who crosses the river is the king!

If he does not cross.She couldn't get across.

"I heard that the master of Minghe loves the red Bianhua on Huangquan, but after all, it is not easy to store. I will make my own idea below to carve the Bianhua with the blood and tears of dragons that have failed. I hope you will be lenient."

After the woman finished speaking, she stretched out her right hand, touched her thumb and forefinger lightly, and there was a sound like the collision of pearls and jade. When she looked up, she saw a bunch of red Bianhua flowers jumping out of her hand. The despair and sadness of Jiaolong Lijie before his death flowed in the red.

The curly and wavy petals seem to feel the remaining emotions of the bearer itself, and they bloom more sadly and vividly, just like the real flowers on the road to the Yellow Spring, curled sadly and stretched wantonly.

In the endless darkness of the underworld, it is slightly brightened by the pureness without any variegated colors.Flood dragons are originally sacred objects, and the blood and tears left by the failures of calamities are rare in a thousand years. It is even more difficult to carve them into complex flowers on this basis!

And she did it!

Flowers on the other shore, flowers bloom on the other shore, love does not see cause and effect, fate does not ask whether it arises or dies.

The pitch-black pupils, the bleak crimson color flowing, faint waves of light, set against the blood-red Styx River water, so coquettish and terrified that it makes lonely souls cry.

Attracted by the immortal energy of the dragon's blood and tears, some lonely and wild ghosts rushed over one after another, entangled in Yin energy, white clothes with water, and cold to the bone.The snow-white and slender fingertips are against the manjusawa in full bloom, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

White clothes, black hair, red flowers.

Immortals enter the painting, and the national player Danqing is hard to describe.

The man in white glanced lightly at the wandering souls and wild ghosts who were coming, needless to say their greed, but standing in front of them were the people of the fairy world full of aura. Although the bead was good, it was something that recognized the owner , Comparing the two, only to find that they were just joining in the fun.

After a while, it was all a disappointment.

"Fairy, I'm afraid I can't bear it." The man crossing the river refused.

The man in white on the soul-breaking stage frowned slightly, and with a twist of his fingertips, the Bana flower disappeared. If she really believed this high-sounding refusal, she would be an idiot!

There are so many people who want Jieyuanguo, and the fairy things she received might not be able to fit in a house, but now she clearly rejects her gift, could it be that this thing is not liked by her.

"Flooded with dragon's blood and tears can help immortals cultivate for a hundred years. Immortals should keep it by themselves."

The man in white finally couldn't help frowning, but his demeanor remained the same. He was elegant in white and asked patiently, "I don't know how to let me cross the river?"

The gift she spent days and nights carefully preparing was rejected mercilessly, but she didn't care about it, the point was, she wanted to cross the river!

Between the two of them, the slight sound of the river Styx flowing was flowing in it.

After a long time, the man in black said, "Recently, I suddenly want to hear stories. If the stories of the immortals can move me a little bit, that's enough."

Want someone to tell a story?

Fortunately, she has traveled through the world for several lifetimes, and she can easily pick up the stories of the gifted scholar, the beautiful woman, the monarch, his ministers, father and son, which are full of joys and sorrows, and this is not a problem for her.

After thinking about it, she told a story about a subjugated king

When I was young, I still wanted to live a long life and live in harmony with the sky, so as to preserve my fame for thousands of generations.

What I saw in my last life was the flames of war, millions of dead bodies, and the gorgeous palace turned into a sea of ​​fireworks.

Covered in dust and sand, the majestic emperor was dressed in ragged clothes, kneeling in the yellow sand filled the sky, weeping dimly, his snow-white hair on the temples stained with blood...

Her voice is clear and gentle, but when it comes to the emperor's powerless suicide and martyrdom, there is also a trace of desolation and vicissitudes in her gentle and lingering voice.

Time flies, I don't know how many years ago, amidst the fireworks, the young and immature smiling face said to himself, "You wait for me, you wait for me to become a wise king through the ages, then marry you as the queen, and go down in history with you, and be future generations forever praise."

But in a daze, the young man's temples were covered with frost and snow, the flames were bleak and tears were flowing, "It's gone, everything is gone... I am an arrogant emperor, I can't even protect my subjects!"

The cold light was shining, and the blood was filled.

"It's boring, let's change it."

The man in white came back from the long memory, and a bitter smile rose from the corner of his cold mouth. She thought she had forgotten something, but it turned out that the memory was still fresh.

She changed to another one, and was rejected again.

Next, several of them were abandoned for one reason or another.The woman in white almost thought that this person was deliberately making things difficult.

"Do you have a notebook with you?" asked the man crossing the river.

The atmosphere froze slightly, and the woman subconsciously touched the booklet on her waist and nodded.

"Can I browse it?" Seeing that the person didn't answer, the person continued, "It is rumored that Siluo Xianren used to record separations and reunions in the human world when he was in the human world. I wonder if the records in the booklet in the hands of the immortals will be more moving?"

His fingertips trembled.

The face of the man in white was hazy and indistinct.

"is it not OK?"

May I?

In my mind, the banter and joy in the man's eyes suddenly fell to the tip of my heart, and my heart felt as if it was hit hard by a sharp hook, bloody and painful.

You recorded the relationship between my two lifetimes?Does that mean we have two lifetimes of love?No wonder Miss Ben sees you so familiarly and pleasingly.

Show me, what was my husband like in the previous life?Yushu facing the wind?Suave?then what?

Probably because the things written are really shameful, otherwise you would still hide them?

Where is she hiding, it is clearly there, and she keeps it on her body all the time.

The red lips of the man in white faded in an instant, and there seemed to be an impulse in his throat. The man's name was repeated several times, and she almost called him out.

"What? Can't you watch it?"

She smiled wryly, and the cyan booklet floated in her palm, "Of course, you can read it."

The man who crossed the river turned around and firmly caught the flying scroll, which seemed to have the faint fragrance of flowers from the other side.The edge of the blue scroll was tightly held by slender jade-like fingertips.

Turning to the first page, there are a few crooked words on it that read "Mandarin duck wrong".

It must have been added by herself.

Sure enough, after turning another page, the undignified regular script came into view, crooked like a small earthworm.

What she wrote was as expected, a record like a story.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly I want to write about the relationship between two women. Sometimes I feel that a man is really not good enough for a woman. If there is a person who really loves me, it doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman, as long as I am happy, wouldn't it be great.Life is lived for oneself anyway.