[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

There are several rows of tea seats in the stove, but no one drinks tea. When I looked up, I saw the three characters of "Meng Pozhuang".

Traveling all over the underworld, the prisoner's injustice and debts are exhausted.Meng Po's pavilion broke up with each other, and the rustling fairy wind drummed up harmony.

Stepping into the tea house and opening the curtain, I saw a slender woman with gray hair hanging down by the bamboo window, leaving a lonely figure behind.

"Yang Jian begs to see Granny Meng." He cupped his hands and bowed slightly.

The gray-haired woman didn't seem to hear, she looked out of the window motionless, the wind was blowing her slender hair, and it danced wildly.

"Yang Jian begged to see Po Meng." He bent his body even lower and buried his head.

"Hee hee." A delicate child's voice came, "Is the guest tired from the journey? Sit down and drink a bowl of tea to quench your thirst."

When she mentioned it like this, Yang Jian suddenly felt that his mouth was thirsty, as if a fire was burning.

"Yang Jian begged to see Po Meng." Yang Jian's posture did not change, but his voice was as hoarse as sand in the desert.

"It's strange, don't you drink tea soup? The weather is so boring, even I'm thirsty." The woman didn't move like a sculpture, and her tone was extremely disappointed.

Yang Jian looked sideways slightly, and saw an earthenware bowl on the table next to him at some point, and the mouth of the bowl was covered with yellow mud.After thinking for a while, he picked up the bowl, raised his left hand, opened his eyes lightly, and cut a shallow opening on his wrist, pouring bright red blood into the bowl.

A woman's throaty chuckle sounded from inside the room, "That pottery bowl can hold the whole River of Forgetfulness, you are so thirsty that your tongue is smoking, how can you fill it up?"

Yang Jian took a step forward and handed a bowl full of blood behind her, "Sincerity makes a spirit. Yang Jian has nothing but a bowl of blood, willing to quench Granny Meng's thirst."

With the afterglow on the building, the woman turned her head slowly, with a just-right smile on her face as white as falling snow, "Thank you." She raised her neck and drank the bright red thirst-quencher in one gulp.

"Yang Jian..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt that his dry and tight throat was cracked by the sound, and the smell of blood spread in his throat, "Yang Jian has something to ask."

She looked behind Yang Jian, and said very softly, "The fog is about to clear, you can only ask three questions, otherwise you won't be able to find your way back."

"What will happen to the living if they drink Mengpo soup?"

"Forget all people and things, and suffer from the cold and the flood of memories."

"Is there any solution for Mengpo soup?"

"Yes, and no."

"How can I solve it?"

Meng Po smiled and said, "It's so sad, change your fate. You see, the fog is about to clear, I can't keep you, go, go quickly..."

In the deserted tea house, she sang leisurely by herself.

Greed, hatred, delusion/impermanence here/

On the Road to Huangquan/Don't Go Home Again/

In the increasingly light fog, Yang Jian suddenly stopped in his tracks.A drop of crystal water slowly fell in front of him at an unusually slow speed.

Ding-dong-

The water drops fell, and there was a sound of pearls and jade splashing.

Then, a sobbing voice resounded on the vast white land: "Yang Jian, I didn't mean to hurt you... no, no... I just wanted to hurt you... I betrayed everyone, and I also betrayed you. Because I want to be with you, I just want to be with you... can you forgive me, can you go back with me..."

Who is crying?

It's an inch.

Yang Jian seemed to be in a dream.

"Cun Xin, where are you?"

Never responded again.

Xuefeng Tianchi

"Cun Xin, where are you?"

Yang Jian stopped where he was and listened intently, but the human voice just now could no longer be heard.The fog has become thinner and thinner, and you can almost see the outline of the railing of the Naihe Bridge where it stands. Looking like this, you can see a small boat that has capsized floating on the river of forgetting in the distance, and a black spot on the side of the boat seems to be moving.

Do not……

Yang Jian only felt a roar in his head, and jumped into the water regardless of the mist that was getting thinner and thinner.

The water of Wangchuan scorched his skin until it hurt unbearably, as if a sea of ​​salty tears soaked his whole life.In the pitch-black water, Yang Jian's whole body's mana was locked in his body, and his mortal body approached the slowly sinking woman at the fastest speed. The new tender willow-colored dress was like a fragile hope growing from the ashes, which made him Fell like crazy to chase, for fear of completely losing the few light in this heavy life.

Lips and teeth met, Yang Jian let his breath pass.Her colorless eyes suddenly widened, and her pupils, which were as pale as amber, were inexplicably astonished, filled with a thousand emotions in an instant, just like before.

"husband……"

As soon as she opened her mouth, bitter water filled her mouth, excruciatingly painful.

Yang Jian pulled her to go upstream, but she held her cheek with both hands and kissed her.Before he had time to ask what was going on, he pushed her to the side of the buckled boat, and those little hands still clung to him desperately.

"Husband, it's been 11 years..."

……

When Yang Jian opened his eyes, what he saw was a calm and slightly concerned face.

It's Ao Lie.

Yang Jian got up, and a cold tear ran down his cheek.

"But I got stuck in trouble? If Xiaolong hadn't pulled him forcibly, it would be difficult for Zhenjun to come back."

Yang Jian shook his head lightly, his memory was like a shattered mirror, it couldn't be pieced together no matter what, only layers of sadness lingered for a long time.

"I asked. Granny Meng said...'Heartbroken, change fate'."

"that's it?"

Yang Jian's star eyes moved slightly, trying to recall, but there was only a foggy blank left.

"that's it."

Ao Lie closed his eyes and recited the sound of the Buddha, and sighed: "I'm afraid I can't solve it with my own strength."

"Perhaps, this is the 'fate' as the saying goes in Buddhism. Fate arises and disappears, and fate is empty." Yang Jian pressed the bloody mouth on his wrist that had been sealed with mana, and slightly pulled his sleeve to cover it more tightly. "The rain is coming in the Three Realms, and Cun Xin is safest only by my side. At the Dragon Palace, Lao Bodhisattva has concealed Cun Xin's whereabouts. There is also the old story of pouring Mengpo soup 45 years ago. Yang Jian is not inconvenient to investigate it himself, so I ask the Bodhisattva to worry about it. "

"Should be."

……

Turning to the flowing snow, boarding the bed and hugging the clumps.Mandarin ducks dance neck-to-neck, and emerald acacia cages.

The three dragons in this room were doing a fake show for real, they were burning with desire, after all they were seriously injured and couldn't stand it, after a while they felt weak and weak, their eyes went dark, and they passed out.

In the dark sea of ​​consciousness, a proud and heroic man walked towards him.

"Master..." The three-headed Jiao hurriedly bowed their heads and cupped their fists.

Even Sanshoujiao himself did not expect that after 2000 years of spiritual connection, Yang Jian successfully rebuilt the bridge between the two of them.

"How does it hurt?"

"Go back to Master, I can't die."

"How is the defense of Vulture Mountain?"

"Internal defense is medium, but subordinates can only operate in non-core areas."

Yang Jian frowned, "Who asked about your internal affairs?"

"The perimeter is heavily guarded, with at least three layers of deployment."

"How to generate distribution? Make it clear."

The three-headed jiao had already guessed what Yang Jian was thinking, and was very moved, but still hesitantly refused to answer in detail, "The master has important things to do in the heavenly family, and this subordinate is not worthy of your personal rescue. The subordinate has discovered the secret of the Black Lotus Sect." It's a big secret, I want to be an undercover agent here to prove my fame, and ask the master for a favor."

"What kind of decree, let you be a man?"

2000 years ago, the three-headed dragon attempted to rape the little demon fox girl, but Yang Jian caught him on the spot, sealed his human form, and made him only a cold weapon ever since.

"...Yes, please be merciful, master. With the punishment of 2000 years, the sins of the subordinates in the past should be paid for, right?"

Yang Jian sneered: "Even if I force-feed you a black lotus, Wutian wouldn't really believe you. He just left you as bait. Why talk about the word 'undercover'? Forgive you from now on, how can you be worthy of the spirit of your old friend in heaven?"

The three-headed dragon gritted his teeth, and smiled wryly, "Empty words are useless, so it's no wonder the master doesn't believe in my ability. The subordinates are seriously injured, and they can't cooperate with you to escape from the clutches of the devil. Please don't think of the subordinates as much as the master, and wait for the good news. No If you succeed, you will become benevolent." After speaking, he escaped from the sea of ​​consciousness without waiting for Yang Jian to stop him.

When he woke up dizzily, the figure of the red-haired banshee had long since disappeared by his side, only a wisp of sweet fragrance and a crimson purse that was old and not old.

The black lotus contrasts with each other, and the shades and colors are separated, rendering a solemn mountain.The mist is lingering, the purple smoke is rising, and the peaks and ridges are soaring to the sky, and the temples and pavilions are faint.

As soon as they landed, hundreds of monks retreated in unison, the black robe took over Feng Yunyao's curtain, held it carefully, and followed her to the Tianchi on the top of Lingjiu Mountain.

"Hey, I heard that the Holy Envoy of the Black Lotus sent back the three-headed flood dragon?"

"At Ayinavar's place, he was seriously injured and almost failed to save him. I couldn't believe him at first, but since Yang Jian is so ruthless, the revenge of beheading is bound to be avenged, so I can't help but not believe it."

The black robe sent Feng Yunyao to the entrance of Tianchi, and she was not qualified to go forward. Holding her curtain, she stood on the spot, staring at the brisk back climbing up the stairs, with a trace of his burly figure appearing at the corner of her mouth. An extremely disproportionate and shy smile came.

Tianchi is the highest place of the Holy Snow Peak in Lingjiu Mountain. Looking down, it looks like a round mirror with a diameter of 36 feet, reflecting the sky, implying "seeing the big from the small".

The early sun on the leaves and the rain, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind and lotus are lifted one by one.

The black lotus in the pool is sparsely scattered, and a 72-petal rosette floats in the center, on which sits a black-clothed monk with his eyes closed and meditating, with long hair draped over his shoulders and a face carved like a knife.

Feng Yunyao pulled back her dress slightly, bowed her knees and bowed down, calling out: "Master."

A black lotus floated to the shore without ripples or ripples.Feng Yunyao got up and stepped on, the lotus carried her to the center of the pond.The golden skirt swayed with the wind, passing through different shades of ink, like a koi carp in a pond, like a phoenix descending into the world.

"Master, there is a new kind of powdered tea in the world. The fresh leaves are greened, roasted, smashed, poured into boiling water to cook, and served with a black glazed tea bowl. The color and taste are very good." She said, offering a glazed bowl with both hands , in the bowl is a paper bag, wrapped in good tea cakes, "Master is busy with academic affairs, Yunyao can't help much, this small gift is Yunyao's kindness, please accept it, Master."

"Let's try new tea with new fire, poetry and wine take advantage of the time. Yunyao, you have grown up..."

On the left of the lotus seat, Xun