The wind and moon of the other world are full of the world

In the hail of bullets, he washed "Black Wing" with blood, and sent the boss of "Black Wing" to hell with blood, and the price was that they both died.

The soul was floating in the dark night sky, he looked coldly at Heiwuchang holding the soul-calling banner, driving away a group of dead souls to disappear into the boundless darkness, he smiled and said to Bai Wuchang who was dressed in white, "Let's go. "

"With a touch of the soul, there are tears on the face." Bai Wuchang looked at the young man with slight surprise in his eyes.

The boy smiled beautifully: "You are dazzled."

After all, the white shirt, the boy turned around expressionlessly, but took up the blood red sleeves.

Turning around, the hell is on earth, the young man is in hell with shackles and chains, but his face is calm.

Mistakes in this life will be repaid in the next life; kindness in this life will be repaid in the next life.

Standing in front of the Naihe Bridge with a thin body, the young man looked at the Wangxiang Terrace at the other end of the bridge. There was an old woman holding a long and big spoon, cooking the soup that was only mentioned in superstition—Mengpo soup.

Forget the previous life?

He doesn't want to.

The young man lowered his head. There were countless wild ghosts and lonely souls in the Wangchuan River. It was turbid and yellowed, with a hint of blood. The water surface was calm and waveless, but there was a layer of white mist lingering on it. The river must have been icy cold.

The calm face still showed a bit of childishness, but he took a step forward without hesitation, and jumped into the Wangchuan water.

Brother Qingyu, may you take a slow step on the road to death, so that Xiao Nian can find your figure; May I grow up and keep you young in the next life, so that Xiao Nian can protect your life in peace.

However, after all, he underestimated the erosive power of the Wangchuan River under the Naihe Bridge. He felt his body sinking in despair. He thought his soul would be trapped in the Wangchuan River for thousands of years, but Meng Po on the bridge accidentally rescued him.

His soul lived on the other side, and he was ecstatic, but when faced with the bowl of soup in Granny Meng's hand, he felt powerless, and his soul was so desperate that he suffocated.

Who will save him?

As long as he doesn't forget, he is willing to pay any price!

The sapphire-like pure and soft light suddenly enveloped his soul, and then he saw the bowl of soup in Granny Meng's hand slam to the ground.

"Gu Xiaonian, I will save you, but you must live on my behalf."

With a green shirt and long sleeves, and black hair flying, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who was similar to his age was floating in the air, his clothes fluttering, and his ethereal and divine clear eyebrows looked like an exile.

"I'll live for you, does your world have my Brother Qingyu?" The young man sitting on the ground looked up with pale lips and asked.

The young man in Tsing Yi floating in the air frowned slightly, raised his hand and pinched his fingers. After pondering for a moment, he nodded and said, "He was reincarnated in the Jinshuo Dynasty where I belong, but whether you can find him or not depends on your own chance..."

"Okay, I'll live for you." Gu Xiaonian's weak voice was firm.

The young man in Tsing Yi smiled bitterly, and slowly raised his hand. Gu Xiaonian felt a sudden burst of strong and dazzling blue light, and then a sharp pain in his soul. Before he fell into darkness, he heard a voice lingering in the ear--

"Remember, your name is Meng Qianxun."

When he opened his eyes again, he was in an antique room, and in the room sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, an old man with white hair and brows, a bone of bones and immortal demeanor.

——Young man, no matter what you have experienced, since my apprentice Qianxun chose you, from now on, your name will be Meng Qianxun, and you will be my Tianyi's closed disciple and a descendant of the Xuanling Clan. A patriarch...

Dream Chihiro?Chihiro in a dream.

Such a sad name, the difference between one word and the wrong one, but it touched the sadness in my heart.

"Chihiro knows."

He calmly accepted everything, everything that originally belonged to that young man in Tsing Yi, his master, friends, feelings, and responsibilities...

"Chihiro, Chihiro!...Dream Chihiro..."

One higher than the other, a little angry, a little impatient voice pulled Meng Qianxun back from her thoughts, Meng Qianxun raised her head in embarrassment, and met Cheng Zalan's deep eyes like ink.

"What's wrong?" With a soft voice, Meng Qianxun was slightly puzzled.

"What are you thinking about? You're so preoccupied that you shouldn't be able to do it for a long time." Cheng Zailan thought of Meng Qianxun's loss of control just now, and his heart was extremely complicated, and he couldn't think of good or bad for a while.

"It's nothing, it's just something from the past."

Meng Qianxun smiled, lowered his head and stirred the warm millet porridge in the bowl with a spoon, his mind continued to wander, since his soul traveled through time and space to the Jinshuo Dynasty, he had never lost his composure like this tonight, maybe the young and calm man in front of him Man, it's really different.

Cheng Zailan frowned, leaned forward suddenly, and said stubbornly: "The night is quiet, it's a good time to recall the past, if Qianxun doesn't mind, why not tell me, it's my reward for sleeping with you all day never mind."

The scorching breath suddenly approached, and through the small wooden table, there was a scalding temperature. Meng Qianxun stared at Cheng Zailan with a trace of panic in his eyes: Can you tell him?

Finally, with a gentle smile, Meng Qianxun pushed the porridge bowl to the center of the table, held her chin, the corners of her mouth raised, her phoenix eyes sparkled, and her vermilion lips parted lightly: "Zai Lan, let's play" Sincerely "Let's play the game."

"The truth?" Cheng Zailan was puzzled.

"Well, to be honest, we take turns to ask each other a question, and the person who answers can only tell the truth. This is the rule of the game. Zailan, if you want to know my secret, you have to trade your own secret."

Cheng Zailan thought about it, and felt that it was basically a good deal, and he was reluctant to let his son not be caught by a wolf, ahem, he was really curious about Meng Qianxun.

"Which one of us will ask first?" Cheng Zailan couldn't help becoming shrewd as long as it involved transactions.

Meng Qianxun narrowed her eyes and said, "It's decided by guessing the fist."

"it is good."

Facts have proved that cleverness is misunderstood by cleverness. Meng Qianxun thought that her reaction and eyesight were excellent, but unexpectedly, Cheng Zailan, who has unfathomable martial arts skills, was superior.

"Okay, just ask." Meng Qianxun dropped her shoulders in frustration, as if she was at her mercy.

"Why are you approaching me?"

His eyes were like stars in the night, and Cheng Zailan's gaze on Meng Qianxun's face was somewhat sharp and interesting; since there was no taboo, and he exchanged the truth for the truth, then he got straight to the point.

Meng Qianxun was taken aback, apparently did not expect Cheng Zailan to ask this first question, frowned slightly, Meng Qianxun pondered for a moment, and then said: "Jin's treasury is short of money, it just so happens that you came to Fengdu at that time, he Asking me to borrow money from you, it was a business at first, but later, when I had my own desires, you kissed me, and I fell in love with you."

With a light smile and a soothing tone of voice, without any false intentions, Cheng Zailan stared at Meng Qianxun's clear phoenix eyes and nodded, maybe he was too worried.

"It's your turn to ask."

Meng Qianxun tilted her head, smiled incomprehensibly, raised her phoenix eyes, and said, "Zai Lan, what do you want to do in the world of ice and fire?"

Cheng Zalan was startled in his heart, his deep eyes were sharply directed towards Meng Qianxun, and his voice suddenly sank: "How do you know that I'm going to enter the Demon Realm?"

Meng Qianxun rested her chin, her phoenix eyes were as calm as water, she looked at Cheng Zailan calmly, but smiled without saying a word.

Cheng Zailan suddenly felt frustrated. What he said just now was tantamount to admitting the purpose of his trip!

"Zailan, you broke the rules, and now I'm asking the question." Meng Qianxun looked calm, as if he didn't see the chill in Cheng Zalan's eyes.

Cheng Zailan sighed in his heart, and said helplessly: "The mission of the family, Cheng will definitely destroy the Yuan Dan left by the demon king Yongdi in the world."

Frustrated with accepting his fate, a trace of sadness flashed in Cheng Zailan's eyes.

The air was suddenly silent, in the dark night, with no lights and no wind, Meng Qianxun's expression could not be seen clearly, it took a long time as if he had made up his mind, and a soft voice came out in a low voice.

"I'll go with you when the Beiliao matter is resolved."

Cheng Zalan's eyes were surprised, his originally clear and calculating mind became confused, and he obviously didn't say anything, why did Meng Qianxun propose it?

Is it really just because... I like it?

"Why do you want to go with me?" Cheng Zailan was puzzled.

"Is this the second round of questions?"

Cheng Zailan nodded without hesitation.

Meng Qianxun said with a gentle smile: "Grand Yu, I want to enter the Ice and Fire Heaven to find out the inside story of the demons; privately, isn't it normal to be by the side of the person I like..."

The corners of the mouth are curved gracefully, the phoenix eyes are bewitching, and the charm is revealed, adding a bit of coquettish cynicism.

Cheng Zailan had no choice but to pick out the falsehood in Meng Qianxun's words, so he rubbed his brows and said, "It's your turn to ask."

Meng Qianxun pinched her chin, muttered silently, raised her head to look at Cheng Zailan for a while, and said, "I don't have anything I want to ask for now, I'll keep this question for now, and I'll ask after I think about it."

Cheng Zailan twitched his forehead and immediately said, "No way!"

"Rules are acceptable." Meng Qianxun said in a calm and unhurried manner without blushing.

"What rules, you never mentioned it!"

"You didn't ask. Anyway, I reserve the right to ask a question. Well, it's decided. I'll go out and see the situation."

Said, Meng Qianxun didn't wait for Cheng Zailan's answer, got up and walked out quickly.

"Hey, Meng Qianxun, you are playing a rascal!!...It's so late, where are you going?..."

Looking up at the faint blue halo in the dark night sky, Cheng Zailan hastily caught up. Really, I have never seen someone who sleeps so hard during the day and goes out to wander around at night!