Feng Xiaoxiao didn't speak, she just sighed and held Qin Shisan's hand tighter.
The Wangchuan River is getting wider and wider, and the water is roaring like a ferocious beast. Qin Shisan feels the pressure is getting bigger and bigger. He is fighting against the entire underworld with his own strength, and the immortal purple blood runes support him.
He went down, and the perverts around him supported him as he went down.
The debts from the previous life must be repaid in this life. Nine reincarnations have passed, and he cannot bear to let Feng Xiaoxiao endure such painful torture.
Feng Xiaoxiao didn't know what she was remembering, but her heart was sweet. She hadn't felt emotions for a long time. She didn't know how long she had been waiting by the Naihe Bridge. If one life is a hundred years, then in a hundred years
, she only has one day where she can feel emotions.
She suddenly remembered some past events in the Great Qin Empire. In the Ziyang Palace in the center, a boy and a girl swung their feet and watched the sunset and sunrise in silence. The sentence she remembered the most was that when the boy grew up, he would
She said, "Be my princess today, and I will give you back a world tomorrow. There will be no war, only a peaceful world."
This sentence was deeply imprinted in her mind, and she remembered it again. It turned out that she was Feng Xiaoxiao, the princess of the infatuated man in front of her.
But all this changed on the night of the wedding. Instigated by the eldest prince, her people used the poison of time to kill the emperor and queen of the Qin Empire. They were the two people the boy loved most. When the boy
When she rushed in, she knew she could no longer escape this disaster.
When she surrendered to her golden years, she just wanted to tell the boy that the hatred in her heart had disappeared since that day when he was rescued. She wanted to tell the boy that I am willing to be your princess...
But her face was aging, and nothing could be changed. She died, and died under the poison of time, getting further and further away from that sad and sad land.
Reincarnation, she didn't know that there really was reincarnation. She walked into the gate of hell, walked along Huangquan Road, and crossed the Naihe Bridge. But just when she was about to reach the door of reincarnation, she suddenly stopped. Flowers bloomed on the other side, and bloomed on the other side.
She wanted to wait for the boy to come here. She was looking forward to it, but she was also afraid. She was afraid that the boy would come here.
"Debts from past lives and grievances from this life must be repaid in several lives." When she was confused, a voice appeared, as if to guide her in the direction.
"Who are you?" Feng Xiaoxiao asked. She was very scared, afraid that she would enter reincarnation and never see the boy named Thirteen again.
"I am the King of Hell!" The voice was cold and ruthless, like the way of heaven punishing everything.
"King of Hell, are you the Lord of Hell?" Feng Xiaoxiao's face suddenly showed excitement, "Sir, can you let me go once? Let me return to the human world?"
"No, heaven and earth cycle, no matter the cause or effect, no one can escape from here, even if you were the princess of the Great Qin Empire in the mortal world!" The voice of the King of Hell was extremely cold, "However, I can let you see that man again, but you must
Promise me something!"
"What's the matter?" Feng Xiaoxiao asked without hesitation, but then she shook her head again, "No, I don't want to see him anymore. I would like to meet him in front of Naihe Bridge. I hope he can live well in the world.
Well, I hope he forgets me and becomes the person he should be in his destiny."
"Destiny?" The King of Hell wondered, "Who can control destiny? No one can, not even me, and you will see him soon."
"Is he dead?" Feng Xiaoxiao's face turned pale.
"It's almost time." The King of Hell said, "Someone did not hesitate to use his power to change his destiny of reincarnation. He will go back and forth nine times in the reincarnation. After nine times, his Nine Dragons luck will be exhausted!"
"Who is it?" Feng Xiaoxiao asked, but then she thought of something, "I know, it's Qin Lin, his eldest brother, right?"
"None of this is important. What's important is that you still want to see him?" asked the King of Hell.
"I thought, I swore that I would follow him forever in the next life." Feng Xiaoxiao said firmly, "If Mr. Yan can be open-minded and let me meet him again, I am willing to agree to any conditions you have!"
"Okay, I want you to stay by the Naihe Bridge for the rest of your life and become a guide who can make people forget all their troubles." The King of Hell spoke.
"I am willing, but I have one condition!" Feng Xiaoxiao said.
"Say it!"
"Please Lord Yan, please have mercy and let this nine-incarnation reincarnation not destroy his Nine Dragons destiny." Feng Xiaoxiao said.
"You really want to do this? This requires paying a greater price!" the King of Hell said.
"I am willing to pay no matter how high the price is. I only know that one day he will become the emperor in my heart, and he will fulfill his promise, and I am willing to be a stepping stone on his road, even if it is just for a moment.
I am also willing to use it!" Feng Xiaoxiao said.
"I will satisfy you, but the price is that you will never leave the underworld." The King of Hell said coldly, "There is a cycle of reincarnation for a hundred years. When he enters reincarnation, you cannot talk to him, and you will lose all your memories. I will give you
It’s a once-in-a-hundred-year pursuit of an opportunity. If you can chase him in nine reincarnations, all the costs will be written off. Otherwise, you will become Meng Po, the guide of reincarnation."
"I do." Feng Xiaoxiao looked at the Naihe Bridge with tears in her eyes. She suddenly felt a mysterious rule blessing her. Her memory began to disappear and her face began to age. On the other side of the Naihe Bridge, a young man was standing there.
Walk towards her.
At that moment, her heart was trembling. This was her boy, the boy who made a promise to her. But when the boy approached, Feng Xiaoxiao's memory slowly disappeared. When the boy stepped across the Naihe Bridge, she
The memory is gone.
"The debts of the past life and the grudges of this life. After drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup, I really want to see you in the next life!" She spoke mechanically and scooped up the Meng Po soup. At that moment, she felt a thousand kinds of intolerance in her heart, but she couldn't remember it now.
Who is this young man?
From then on, at the end of Naihe Bridge, there was an old woman selling Mengpo soup. People hated her because her Mengpo soup would make people forget their previous lives.
There was never any expression on Po Meng's face. She was so tireless in preparing Meng Po soup for the ghosts passing by. But whenever a young man came here after a hundred years, she would read the poem: Debt from previous life,
This world is still here; the world only thinks of gods and immortals, who has seen the immortal immortals; flowers bloom on the other shore, but what can be done in front of the bridge; looking at the river in front of the bridge, forgetting the river water, selling Meng Po beside the Sansheng Stone; Nirvana is in love with the devil, floating life is like
Dreams are wasted; I will die without drinking Meng Po soup, just so that I can be who I am in the next life.
When the boy leaves, she will shed a tear. This tear will enter reincarnation a hundred years after the boy leaves and turn into a star to chase the boy.
Nine reincarnations have passed, and Po Meng's tears in the mortal world have not been able to catch up with the boy. Even in the human world, the boy has not been able to remember a woman named Feng Xiaoxiao.
Another hundred years have passed, and this has been the boy's ten reincarnations. The tear turned into a woman called Happy. The century-old chase began again, and at the last moment of this life, the boy finally woke up, and the tear turned into a purple drop.
The blood blended into the boy's body...
"Looking at the three lives on the stone of three lives, the fate of the three lives will last forever. Who were you in love with in the past life? Will we meet again in the next life? In this life, the dream breaks the road to Huangquan, and there are tears in front of the flowers on the other side. Whose name is carved in front of the blood-colored stone? How many floors do you look at with tears in the countryside? It's charming.
In my dreams, I love this life, and I don’t envy gods or monks..." Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly read this familiar poem, her face full of helplessness.
At this time, she is the real Feng Xiaoxiao, whose appearance has not faded and her feelings have not died out, instead of Po Meng, the guide of reincarnation.
Unknowingly, her tears fell suddenly, maybe because she was happy for this reunion, or maybe because of the promise she had made, which would last forever.
"Boom!" Qin Shisan's big boat finally crossed the other side and arrived at the other side of the Wangchuan River. In front of them was the Huangquan Road. After walking through the Huangquan Road, you can leave the Gate of Hell.
"Look, Thirteen, the flowers on the other side are blooming so brightly. Can you give me a bouquet?" Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly said.
Qin Shisan was stunned for a moment, then walked to the other side of the flower bush and picked a full bunch. But when he turned around, he saw Feng Xiaoxiao already standing on the Naihe Bridge. She walked to the other side without looking back.
.
"Let's go. I'm very satisfied to see you once. I will fulfill that promise, become the emperor of the Qin Empire, and create a beautiful world. I will see it." Standing on the gazebo, Feng Xiaoxiao spoke.
, her appearance is aging again, and the mood on her face is getting colder and colder.
"No, how wonderful would my world be without you? What if I am respected by both heaven and earth without you?" Qin Shisan was angry, "Why don't you come with me? Why? Is this hell trapping you? Or are you?
Still hate me?"
Feng Xiaoxiao no longer answered, she was already Po Meng, the expressionless guide to reincarnation.
"If you don't leave, then I will destroy this underworld and recreate reincarnation!" Qin Shisan's aura became stronger and stronger, and the Desolate Sky War Spear burst out with dazzling light, "Imperial Dao, the Spear of the Void, pierce through this world for me.
One day, I want the light to return here!!!"
The Desolate Sky War Spear seemed to feel the anger of its master, and turned into an invisible spear. A heaven-destroying aura came out from the Desolate Sky War Spear, and the surrounding void was distorted by this force. This is the true power of the emperor.
, accompanied by the law of void.
With a "swish" sound, the Void Spear was thrown, and the void collapsed wherever it passed. The entire underworld was shaking, affected by this terrifying imperial power. This was not Qin Shisan's power, but came from Huangtian's armor and Huangtian.
The power of the war spear, the power inspired by his anger, the destructive power contained in the purple blood.
At this moment, the underworld became a real purgatory. The rules of order were pierced by the Spear of the Void. The water of the Forgotten River poured back like a crack in the void. The Naihe Bridge collapsed. When the Spear of the Void pierced the sky, a ray of light fell down and illuminated the entire place.
The underworld.
Qin Shisan jumped up, crossed the Naihe Bridge, and grabbed the old woman. At this time, the old woman was already frightened by this devastating scene.
When their hands were about to touch each other, hundreds of blood-red chains suddenly fell from the void, locking Qin Shisan up and pulling him back to the void.
At the end of the chain, hundreds of heavenly ghosts tens of thousands of feet tall were holding the chain and tightening it. I don't know when the war drums thundered, and countless terrifying auras lingered in the shadows. The aura on their bodies was not Qin Shisan's at all.
Can be compared.
"Fellow Taoist, help me!" Qin Shisan roared, and the chain penetrated his bones, but he did not feel any pain.
Lu Changsheng walked out of Qin Shisan again. He was holding an ancient book, which contained the eternal Taoist charm.
He picked up the ancient bronze whip and hit the heavenly ghosts at the end of the chains. This time, the ancient bronze whip exerted its power again. The heavenly ghosts immediately shattered after being hit.
"Bold!" A loud shout came, and a person suddenly walked out from the shadows. This man was holding a giant pen and his aura was extremely terrifying. With just a loud shout, Lu Changsheng, who was holding an ancient bronze whip, was shocked back and vomited several times.
His mouth was bleeding, and his face was frighteningly pale.
But Lu Changsheng did not stop. He suddenly opened the Taoist book and silently recited an ancient mantra: "Don't move in the past, the handprint of the Ming Dynasty!"
A huge Buddha's hand formed in the void, and after Lu Changsheng gave a sharp shout, it pressed down on the person holding the giant pen.
The man holding the giant pen was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly returned to clarity. He picked up the giant pen and drew it in the void. The handprint of the Ming King was cut into two halves, and then disappeared without a trace.
Lu Changsheng's expression changed, he cut off the chain, and pulled Qin Shisan towards Huangquan Road, but Qin Shisan shook his head. Lu Changsheng had no choice but to return to Qin Shisan's body again.
"If you dare to cause trouble in the underworld, you will be a slave forever!" The person holding a giant pen wrote a huge word "slave" in the sky. It hung over Qin Shisan's head.
"Are you really not leaving?" Qin Shisan looked at Feng Xiaoxiao.
"He can't leave. The contract has been signed long ago, and now you can't leave either!" The man holding a giant pen printed the word "Slave".
That power made Qin Shisan tremble all over. This person was too terrifying and he couldn't resist it at all, but he was unwilling to leave.
"That's enough!" Seeing the huge word "Slave" printed on it, a fat white figure flashed out. It was a rabbit. It raised its hand and pawed, and turned the word "Slave" into nothingness.
"It's you!" The man holding the giant pen looked ferocious.