The Yanmen of Zhousheng is like the old days without end of spring

33 days, Lihentian is the highest,

Among the four hundred and four diseases, lovesickness is the most painful.

People in the world experience the pain of parting from life and death, and experience the pain of not being loved, but they don't know that their own fate has long been doomed in the dark, and they can't escape the astrolabes and reincarnations even if they run around.

At this moment, Beichen Xiaonanchen Wang Zhousheng's fate chart was in the center of the main hall of Siming Xingjun, and the orchid light flickered in the fate chart, becoming increasingly dimmer.

Si Ming Xingjun's face sank like water, and the two children kneeling in the hall were silent like cicadas.

The silver figure at the entrance of the main hall flashed, and an anxious voice resounded through the empty main hall, "What's going on! How did Po Junxing die!"

"Mr. Du'er Xing." The boy on the ground saluted tremblingly, "Mr. Hui Xing, it was Xiaoxian's fault. Xiaoxian accidentally bumped into the natal chart of Pojun Xing today, and made a big mistake. Now I am waiting for Master to forgive me." .”

"You..." Du'er Xingjun was angry for it, and he wanted to scold him, but it didn't help, so he had to turn his attention to Siming Xingjun: "If the star of the Pojun dies, the star of the corrupt emperor will be in danger. Fate has changed accordingly, now is not the time to send out disciples, you should think of a way!"

"I let you say everything, what do you still ask me to say?" Si Ming Xingjun raised his eyes impatiently and stared at Du'er Xingjun, "You are the only one in a hurry? You are the only one who knows that Di Xing is in danger? Half of the people are going to change their lives? I don’t know? You are yelling there, have you thought of a way?”

"This, I, didn't I come to discuss with you?" Du'er Xingjun was choked by Si Mingxing, and blinked his eyes.

"Discussion? That's right, there is a discussion and a deal. You talk about what to do first, and we discuss it." Siming Xingjun flicked Fochen, walked in front of Du'er Xingjun, and raised his long silver eyebrows. Tail dangling.

"Me? How do I know what to do? I have never encountered such a thing. You are the first house of the six stars of the Southern Dipper, and I am the fifth house. I ascended to the heavens thousands of years later than you. You let me find a way Why are you so embarrassed?" Du'er Xingjun was not convinced.

"You also know that you ascended to the heavens thousands of years later than Wan." Si Ming Xingjun slapped Du'er Xingjun on the head with a handle of Buddha dust, "Next time you yell at me and you are out of order. See if I don't pull out your teeth."

"Hiss—" Du'er Xingjun covered his head first and then his mouth, "Wrong, wrong, am I in a hurry? Then what should I do?"

"Let's go, let's go to the underworld." Siming Xingjun raised the Buddha dust, and Zhou Shengchen's life chart turned into a wisp of smoke and was collected into his sleeve.

"Hades? Will this matter not be reported to Emperor Changsheng?" Du'er Xingjun asked.

"Go and report," Si Ming Xingjun smiled at Du'er Xingjun, "Report to the Antarctic Changsheng Emperor to know, and then cut off the fairy book and die, and practice ten thousand years again. I will wait for you here."

"I think the Emperor Changsheng is busy with affairs, so let's deal with some trivial matters by ourselves." Du'er Xingjun smiled sincerely.

"It took half an hour for the sky to break the army, and the world has been in chaos for more than a month. Let's go, set things right in half an hour, and everything will be back to normal."

After all, Si Ming Xingjun has already stepped on the cloud first.

"Wait for me—" Du'er Xingjun followed afterward.

The underworld is secluded, the road between the sun and the sun is broken, and the love of the old world is separated.

Xiao Nanchen King, who was decisive in killing and attacking, stopped at the bank of Wangchuan River. Fortunately, he hesitated for a moment, but was eventually caught up by Si Ming Xingjun.

"Naihe Bridge, Mengpo Soup, how many people enter the Abi Hell calmly and fearlessly, but they dare not drink this bowl of soup that forgets their past." Si Mingxing seems to be talking to himself, but also to the people around him.

Zhou Shengchen's back was standing tall and firm, without moving a muscle.

"I don't care about you, you are not good at aggressive tactics," Du'er Xingjun leaned over and whispered in Siming Xingjun's ear, "Tell me, am I worrying for nothing? Friendship, this is not the first time for you, no wonder you are not in a hurry, you have a lot of experience after making trouble for a long time."

Si Ming Xingjun cast a sideways glance at Duer Xingjun, Duer Xingjun felt a chill in his back, shut his mouth wisely, backed up and backed up, and began to study the texture of the Sansheng Stone.

"If you don't want to drink this Mengpo soup, just don't drink it." Si Ming Xingjun continued.

Zhou Shengchen turned his head slowly, his handsome face was reflected by the blood-red mandala flowers by the river, and there was a kind of bewitching beauty, he looked at Si Mingxing Jun coldly, "Who are you?"

Even Si Ming Xingjun, who is used to seeing tens of thousands of skins and bones in the world, can't help but sigh in his heart when he sees Zhou Shengchen with his own eyes, Xiao Nanchen Wang has really been bestowed by God, Zhilanyushu's bones are excellent, although he can only see Zhou Shengchen With a ray of soul, one can still see how unparalleled Zhou Shengchen is in the world.

"You just have to tell me, would you like to not drink this Mengpo soup?" Si Ming asked.

Zhou Shengchen's eyes lowered slowly, the pain in the eyes flashed past, and he lifted it up again, with an imperceptible softness, "Yes."

In his life, he came from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Every step was difficult, and he was scheming everywhere. The cold-blooded clan, the unbearable way of death, and the lonely heart, he didn't want to take away a single bit of memory, but unfortunately, In the bloody memory of the blade, there is her.

Since she is there, she cannot be forgotten.

"So, but this Naihe Bridge, would you like it?" Si Ming continued to ask.

Zhou Shengchen looked at Si Ming carefully, "What do you mean?"

"Don't drink Mengpo soup, but don't cross the bridge of Naihe, don't cross the Wangchuan River, and don't go up the road to life," Si Ming looked into Zhou Shengchen's eyes, and said word by word, "Send the little Nanchen Wang Zhou Shengchen back to Pingyin, you Would you like to?"

Zhou Shengchen's eyes fixed on Si Ming's eyes, pain, humiliation, unwillingness... After several twists and turns, a contemptuous smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he turned around, still looking at Wangchuan in the distance, and a sigh escaped from the corner of his mouth , "No need."

"Are you willing to do this? Serving the country and the people all your life, and being stigmatized forever after death?" Si Ming said so, with an unsurprising expression.

"Death is empty. For a general, it is fate to be suspected and guarded against. Go back and do it all over again. It's just a few years later with a different way of death." Zhou Shengchen said lightly.

"So, what about Ji Shiyi?" Si Ming floated out his name lightly, and sure enough, Zhou Shengchen's back froze instantly.

Without waiting for Zhou Shengchen to speak, Si Ming raised his whisk in the air, and a sea of ​​stars suddenly appeared on the Wangchuan River, reflecting the Zhongzhou Imperial City. From a distance, it was covered in white snow and dressed in red. A group of prominent clan elders stood in front of the city gate, as if What kind of ceremony is being held.

"This is a grand conferment ceremony at the right time. After you die, the Jin family will be the queen, and Shi Yi will confer the title of noble concubine. Afterwards, the canonization ceremony will be regarded as an honor and favor."

Zhou Shengchen clenched his fists tightly.

The woman was dressed in red, and she walked out slowly. A married woman should be extremely beautiful, and she is also extremely beautiful, but that beautiful face does not have the joy that a bride should have, but an unshakable determination.

Zhou Shengchen seemed to open his mouth, but there was no sound.

Until she bid farewell to King Ping Qin, turned around and went up the tower, step by step... she dropped the red silk, threw away the golden hairpin...

"Eleventh..." Zhou Shengchen's eyes seemed to be on fire, and the fire was reflected by the bright red wedding dress on Ji Shiyi's body, and it became more and more intense, like blood and fire.

The woman had already stood on the highest point of the city tower, looking westward in the direction of Xizhou, and smiled sadly.

Zhou Shengchen, I'm here to marry you, if there is an afterlife, would you marry me instead?

The sound hits the ear, every word pokes the heart.

Dressed in red, she floated down.

I can't tell where is the red silk and where is the blood...

"eleven--"

This sound, piercing and heart-piercing, hovered over the Wangchuan River, and never dissipated for a long time...

"How to go back."

It was still the same voice, hoarse and determined, with a hint of urgency.

Si Ming slowly put away his whisk and smiled.Du'er Xingjun looked up at the stars, and sure enough, it didn't take half an hour, and he still had time to go back to play chess with Lu Xingjun, Sigong of the Big Dipper Second Palace.