Dragon King relies on green tea

The picture scroll of Liu Shuang's blooming is very hazy, there is only a hazy mist, and there is a white back that even men and women can't see clearly.

The whole picture scroll is like moving out of a dream, hazy and fuzzy, but so real.

Even when Zisang Yanshu saw the picture scroll, he couldn't immediately tell what it was painted on, but Liu Shuangzheng held the picture scroll and said cheerfully beside Zisang Yanshu: "I saw it, It's you, it's you, the person in the dream is you."

Zisang Yanshu carefully looked at the hazy scroll, and even he didn't recognize it, but Liu Shuang insisted that it was him, which caused a ripple in Zisang Yanshu's heart that could not be calmed down.

Even if he enters reincarnation and forgets the past, he can still recognize at a glance in the vast world that he is the closest person he ever was.

At this time, Zisang Yanshu looked at Liu Shuangbiao in a daze, as if looking through him, looking at another person under this body.

"Have you been waiting for me for so many years?"

"I drew this painting a long time ago. I kept seeing a blurry shadow in my dream. Although I couldn't see it clearly, I always wanted to find the owner of this figure, so I named it "Returning". , I don’t know where to return, I don’t know where to find.”

Liu Shuangbin held the scroll in her hand and said happily: "But I don't need it now, I have already found the owner of this figure. I believe in past lives and this life, and I also believe that we must be the most cherished people in past lives."

"Yes!" Zisang Yanshu couldn't calm down the turmoil in his heart for a long time, his eyes were moist instantly, and he hugged Liu Shuangbiao fiercely, "I finally found you. Before you knew it, I was looking for you for a long time. Brother Jian Xu, I finally saw you."

The original joy was suddenly lost because of a title, and the scroll in Liu Shuangzhen's hand slipped to the ground. , maybe my name was Jian Xu in my previous life, but now, I don’t remember.”

A moment ago Liu Shuangbin was still happy because of the fate between them, but when Zi Sang Yanshu was really in front of him, and he called out a name that was unfamiliar to him, all the previous joy suddenly disappeared. For a moment, it poured down like a basin of cold water.

But when she raised her head, she accidentally met Zi Sang Yanshu's astonished gaze, and Liu Shuang felt that what she had said was too much.

It was clear that he had saved himself just now because he had a relationship with the person he was looking for, but he denied the existence of that person, Liu Shuangbiao immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

Zi Sang Yanshu stared at Liu Shuangbin closely, not knowing what it meant.

After such a stalemate for a while, Zi Sang Yanshu just picked up "Returning" on the ground, carefully brushed off the dust and dust on it like a treasure, put it back into Dao Liu Shuang's hand, and said to him: "This is the book. Please put away your remnants of the previous life."

Liu Shuangbin glanced at "Return to the Search" again, and could see Zisang Yanshu's special affection for it, Liu Shuangbin said directly: "Originally the picture was you, but now that you have appeared, it should be given to you. "

The house is full of Liu Shuangbin's calligraphy and paintings, strange handwriting, strange appearance of the person in front of him, and his strange reaction to himself, making Zi Sang Yanshu feel that the person is not someone he is familiar with, but the breath on his body It's not wrong, it belongs to Jian Xu's unique breath.

Zisang Yanshu held "Return to Search" in his hand, and said disappointedly: "Maybe I scared you."

When he was disappointed and left, he also told Liu Shuangbin: "I have set up a barrier in the mountain, no ghosts dare to approach, you can rest in peace."

Is this going?Could it be that I offended him?

It was clear that he had only met tonight, but Liu Shuangbiao felt a void in his heart when he saw him and the figure at the moment when he came to the door. He wanted to keep Zisang Yanshu, but he didn't know what position to take. stay.

In July and a half, after midnight, the gates of ghosts will open, and ghosts from the underworld will return to the world to visit their relatives who are still in the world, and the ghost market will also open.

Zi Sang Yanshu came to the ghost market with "Return" in his hand, and many ghosts in the ghost market drifted past him.

Among them are the ghosts who are about to be inferior to reincarnation, and there are also ghosts who have persistent obsessions and still have nostalgia for not forgetting to continue wandering in this life.

The Ghost Lord finds Zisang Yanshu in the most lively attic of the ghost city. Zisang Yanshu is sitting on the top of the attic, looking down at the entire ethereal ghost city.

Seeing that Zisang Yanshu's expression was not right, Guijun laughed after observing for a while: "The matter in the Valley of the Medicine King has been settled, now you should go to the human world to find the reincarnated god, it is possible that the vast dragon king can't be found in the human world." , so Daogui City came to ask Ben Jun for help?"

"You said that mortals enter reincarnation after death. If they meet their close relatives from the previous life again, can they still recognize each other?" Zi Sang Yanshu inadvertently clenched the picture scroll in his hand, and Liu Shuang's strange appearance was still in his mind.

"Dragon King is really a good question." For a while, the ghost king didn't know how to answer his question, so he brought him from the ghost city to the bank of Wangchuan River.

The large expanse of bright red Bana flowers formed a strange harmony with the gloom and gloom of the underworld, as if such a gorgeous flower should not appear in the underworld where there is only death, and it seemed that it should have grown in the underworld.

Guijun pointed to the many ghosts struggling in Wangchuan River, and wrote to Zisang, "Does the Dragon King know why they come here again?"

Zi Sang Yanshu glanced coldly at the ghost king, and said calmly: "The punishment law of the ghost king in the underworld is cruel that neither the world nor the gods dare to match. If you want to come to Wangchuan, it is also one of the tortures of the ghost king."

The ghost king did not deny it, and replied: "Dragon King got half of the answers right. Ghosts encountering the water of Wangchuan are like flesh and blood of mortals, and they are in pain. However, they all voluntarily descended to Wangchuan."

Zi Sang said: "Voluntary?"

The ghost gentleman explained very seriously: "Yes, they all voluntarily go to Wangchuan. Many souls don't want to forget the memories of their previous lives after death. They have feelings that they can't let go of in the world, so most of them don't want to drink Mengpo soup to enter reincarnation. So the underworld established a rule that if you can endure the thousand-year torment of the Wangchuan River, you can enter reincarnation without drinking Mengpo soup."

"Wangchuanshui is more painful than a pan of swords, mountains, fires, seas, and oil. If you can't survive in Wanchuan Hanoi, it means that there will really be ashes and smoke that will no longer exist. When this rule comes out, many souls will no longer struggle, but there are still people who have lost their lives." A lot of dead souls will jump off the river of forgetfulness even if they know they are doomed."

Ghost Lord said leisurely: "Because they have memories that they can't forget, and there are people who don't want to forget, even if they are tortured for thousands of years, even if their souls are scattered, they still have to remember. Maybe if they forget it, they will no longer be persistent, but if they forget it, maybe they will no longer be that person. people."

In one word, Zisang Yanshu told the truth that Zisang Yanshu didn't dare to face, but Zisang Yanshu kept silent, even so, she still didn't want to admit and face it.

From the moment they met, Zisang Yanshu had been holding the scroll tightly in his hands. Gui Jun had long guessed that the scroll was of great significance to him, and he could also guess who gave it to him.

Gui Jun said in a deep voice: "Reincarnation is just the same soul, a brand new person. No matter how many entanglements there were in the previous life, he will also have new concerns and concerns in this life. Sometimes the Dragon King remembers the most painful things. Yes, why not, I wiped the memory of the Dragon King, just like those souls who drank Meng Po soup, the past is completely broken."

The air around him suddenly became colder, and Zi Sang Yanshu glanced coldly at the ghost king, showing a murderous look all over his body: "The ghost king is not afraid of the underworld, just like the gods were 3000 years ago, you can try it."

When he came to the underworld, Zisang Yanshu just wanted to ask for an answer that he knew but was unwilling to face.

The ghost king knew that he just wanted to deceive himself, so the ghost king directly pierced the window paper without leaving any room.

After being unable to pretend to be confused any longer, Zi Sang Yanshu left angrily with the scroll in his hand, and the ghost king still shouted behind him: "Dragon King, don't be persistent anymore, after reincarnation he is not a god at all, before the return of the soul, he is just a A mortal, an independent mortal, no one wants to be the shadow of others, if you really regard him as a god, then respect his life in this world."

I don't know if Zisang Yanshu has advanced half a point, his figure quickly disappeared into the underworld.

The surroundings were very quiet that night, even in the deep mountains, it was July and a half, just like what Zi Sang said in Yanshu, no ghosts or monsters dared to appear.

Liu Shuangbin's mind was filled with the surprise when she saw Zisang Yanshu, and her dream became clear at that moment.

When the blurred figure in the dream becomes clear, it will never be forgotten.

He really wanted tonight that everything was just a dream, but if it was a dream, it would be too clear, but if it wasn't a dream, he couldn't find any trace of it ever existed.

Liu Shuangbin waited in the thatched hut for several months, until the leaves turned yellow and fell outside the hut, but she never saw the person he wanted to wait for.

A yellowed leaf fell in the palm of her hand, and Liu Shuangzhen couldn't help but lamented that the time passed too quickly, "In a blink of an eye, it will be from autumn to winter, are you really leaving, or is it just a big spring and autumn dream I had, you Do you want to take away even the dream?"

He lives in the deep mountains, where there are few people around, and he seldom makes any loud noises, but at this time, he heard huge footsteps approaching.

The sound of footsteps was obviously coming in this direction, and he could clearly hear that it was the sound of human footsteps, not ferocious beasts in the deep mountains.

Liu Shuangbing was still thinking that someone would specially come to the deep mountain where he was, when several warriors in strong clothes appeared beside him.

Liu Shuangbin looked familiar to these warriors, he had seen these warriors before.

After the samurai appeared, he was also very polite to him, clasped his fists to him and said, "Young Master Liu, I'm taking the liberty to visit, the Lord sent me to escort Young Master Liu out of this place."

Liu Shuangbin has lived in the mountains for several years, and has been safe and sound, and he is just an unknown painter who makes a living by selling calligraphy, who would come here to trouble him.