The idiot went crazy again today

A breeze came from nowhere, blowing the trees and falling flowers, and the pink petals fluttered down, like dancing butterflies, falling all over the shoulders of the man in white.

Yuqingchi stepped lightly and walked slowly towards the person standing against the light. The distance between the two gradually approached. Luo Feng, who was attached to Yuqingchi's mind, finally saw the lonely and tall figure in front of him clearly. He has long snow-colored hair, half tied up and half falling to his waist.

The wind sent the fragrance of flowers, and the flowers on the branches fluttered down one after another. The man with his back to Yuqing Lake stretched out a hand, and gently caught a petal of the fallen flower. The moment the pink petal touched his fingertips, it turned into a red maple. , held in the palm of his hand, the next moment, the man turned around, revealing a picturesque, stunning face.The warm spring light here made his face more creamy, his outline was like a jade carving, his temperament was better than snow and frost, as if all the light of the sky in the world was gathered on him alone.

Yuqingchi had already walked behind him, seeing that he turned around and it turned out to be the person he had been thinking about day and night, he stretched out his slightly trembling arms to hug the figure in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the moment his arms touched that person's body, the other party turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Yuqingchi's arms stopped in mid-air, intertwined in the air, as if embracing an invisible body.

"Master..." Yu Qingchi murmured softly, but did not let go of the arms clasped in the sky, but tightened them slightly, then leaned forward slightly, moved his neck, and turned his head to the side, as if hugging He tightened the invisible body in his arms and lightly leaned his head on the opponent's shoulder.

"I miss you very much……"

"..." Luo Feng looked at the person embracing the air in front of him, and suddenly felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

He was inexplicably envious of the master that Yuqingchi was talking about. Although he didn't know where his soul was, someone kept him in his heart all the time, and he never forgot.On the other hand, I don't know the past, I don't know the future, even the only person in this world who can see him doesn't see him at all, he is not cared about, no one responds to his thoughts...

Yuqingchi didn't know how long he had stood beside his imaginary master, for so long that the sky faded and night fell, and for so long that Luo Feng almost suspected that Yuqingchi had turned into a stone statue, maintaining this posture for eternity, suddenly a misty The voice sounded, pulling his consciousness back.

"...By the river of Wangchuan, all you see are phantoms, reflecting the most difficult obsessions in the hearts of those who come. However, phantoms are fake after all. Even if you stay here for thousands of years, it will be difficult to see the person you miss the most in your heart again. .”

Yuqingchi suddenly came back to his senses, his eyebrows twitched, his ghostly aura rose suddenly, and he released a strong coercion.

"Who is here!"

As soon as the sharp words came out, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, the flowers and trees disappeared, and the grassland turned into an endless marsh of Artemisia marsh. A long blood-colored river ran across it, meandering and flowing.

A small gap suddenly appeared in the midair, and a woman wearing a fence and a white dress dragging the ground leaned out from the gap, accompanied by a faint fragrance, gracefully, and landed in front of Yuqingchi.

She was wearing a white dress with wide sleeves. The skirt and the fence on her head were all pierced with snow lotus with silver threads. She looked elegant and unparalleled.

But Yuqingchi was not fascinated by his extraordinary temperament, his voice was as cold as iron: "Who is secretly spying on other people's behavior, what is your intention?"

The woman looked at him calmly, and the veil on her face was slightly lifted by the breeze blowing from nowhere, revealing a smile on the corner of her mouth: "My name is Meng Po, and I am the guardian of the three-way oblivion. The people of Chuan, all the souls of Wangchuan are naked in front of me, without any reservations, their sincerity is like a baby, I did not intend to spy on your mind, if I offend you, I am very sorry."

"Meng Po?" Yu Qingchi's lips moved, and he said silently: "There is a Meng Po Village in the Yin Division, and a stunning woman sells tea soup - I thought this was just a fabrication by the world, but I didn't expect that there really was a Yin Division Meng Po in the world."

The woman lazily stroked her hair, and smiled suddenly: "Your Excellency, with the power of Jianmu God, presumably has been to Kunlun Hill in the West Sea. Knowing that there is a secret place of gods in the world, how can you doubt the existence of Yinsi Meng Po?"

"What you can see is far beyond my imagination." Yuqingchi looked at her steadfastly, seemingly casually said: "Since this is the case, does Mrs. Meng know what I want at this moment?"

"Your Excellency's request is like a bright moon hanging in the night sky. It is unobstructed and clear at a glance." Po Meng said indifferently: "I pray for the resurrection of the one I love, for the power to be tyrannical, and for me to protect that person comprehensively with my own power, so that I can be with you for a long time." .”

Yuqingchi lowered his eyes and smiled: "The score is not bad. As far as I know, Mrs. Meng is the one who extradites the dead to the other side. I wonder if you can ferry me?"

Luo Feng listened in Yuqingchi's brain consciousness and felt drowsy, almost falling asleep, because he didn't want to be touched from head to toe by someone who couldn't see his face in the dream, so he suppressed his sleepiness and listened to Yuqingchi and Meng Po playing riddles , Now hearing Yuqingchi's question, I can't help but slander: You are not a dead person, why did Po Meng save you?

Before he could think about it, Granny Meng nodded and then shook her head and sighed: "I really want to help you, but it's a pity that the person you miss has never come to the River of Forgetfulness, let alone crossed the river to the other side."

"This, how is it possible?" Yu Qingchi was slightly taken aback, and his brows furrowed sharply: "I saw the prophecy piercing through his chest with my own eyes. At that time, his cultivation base had already disintegrated, and there was no possibility of him surviving. Presumably, Wangchuan had many souls. , you have forgotten."

"Oh," Meng Po chuckled, and said firmly: "Although there are many souls in Wangchuan, I have never overlooked a soul in tens of thousands of years. Besides, the fairy king I saw in your memory is extraordinary and extraordinary. Dust, a fairy and handsome man, is a man of heaven and earth, whose power of spirit far exceeds that of ordinary people. Even if he is hidden among thousands of troops and horses, he is like the light of a bright moon, shining brightly, making people unforgettable. I said If he has not seen it, it must mean that he has never set foot on the River of Forgetfulness."

Never set foot on the river of forgetfulness... never set foot on the river of forgetfulness...

Yuqingchi recited these words silently, and an inexplicable, meager hope arose in his heart. He couldn't wait to blurt out the question, but was afraid that the answer he got would be his own wishful thinking...

Will his master still survive in this world?

Meng Po penetrated into people's hearts, so she naturally saw what he was thinking, and said lightly: "The soul has not set foot on the river of forgetfulness, there are three explanations. One is that this person is not dead, and the other is that this person's soul has disappeared, and there is no trace in the world... ..."

When he heard the words "this person is not dead", Yuqingchi's heart moved, and eager hope rose in his eyes, but when he heard "the soul is gone", the heart-wrenching despair and worry flashed in his eyes .

He naturally hoped that his master was not dead, but what he saw that day was clear, the heavenly prophecy penetrated his body, and Luo Yunhuan, who had lost all his cultivation and strength, had absolutely no chance of surviving, but the heavenly prophecy only hurt his life, not his soul , and it is impossible to make the master's soul disappear...

Yuqingchi fell into a kind of restless confusion.He can't believe that the master is not dead, but he doesn't want to believe that the master's soul is gone.

"What's the last explanation?"

"... Another explanation is that someone used their strong obsession to forcibly leave his soul in a certain place, preventing him from coming to Wangchuan to reincarnate."

Yes!

Yuqingchi clenched his fists secretly, the veins on the back of his hands popped out, and hatred flashed in his eyes:

If there are people in this world other than him who have unknown desires for the master, it must be Fengyue!At that time, Master died in Yunhai Tiancheng, and Yunhai Tiancheng had already fallen into the hands of Fengyue and others. Now that Master is dead, his soul has not reached Wangchuan, and he is not by his side. Apart from being imprisoned by Fengyue, he can still appear Where!

Yuqingchi was suddenly enlightened, and his eyebrows were furious, his heart was on fire, and he almost wanted to leave to find the important person in Fengyue.

Meng Po saw through what he was thinking, and smiled unpredictablely: "Your Excellency is too anxious, just listen to me, otherwise, even if you find the soul of that person, if you don't know the way to return the soul, wouldn't it be a waste of joy?"

Yuqingchi was full of Luo Yunhuan, and wanted to leave, but when she heard Granny Meng's words, she stopped abruptly, saluted her seriously, and asked respectfully: "Master Meng, please tell me."

Granny Meng stroked her long hair from her sideburns, and said eloquently: "The soul of the deceased cannot leave the body too far, and must linger near the body, or simply be sealed in the body, so you only need to find the body of that person. , we will probably be able to find his soul."

Yuqingchi nodded and said: "Where is his soul, I have a direction in my heart, and I will ask Mrs. Meng to tell me the way to return the soul."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Meng Po, who had always been at ease, suddenly sighed and said: "The method of returning the soul is much more difficult than finding the soul of the dead. It is not a lie to know that the dead cannot be resurrected. His Majesty the Emperor possesses the secret treasure Condensation Furnace that can bring the dead back to life."

"Condenser furnace?"

"That's right," Granny Meng's voice was like clear water in the forest, clear and pleasant, and she spoke clearly, "The Congealing Furnace is the treasure of His Majesty the Ghost Emperor in the Impermanence Hall of the Ghost Domain. It can bring back the soul of the dead. Just put the furnace on the dead Next to the body, the furnace will automatically attract the souls of the dead into the furnace, and the souls will flow back into the furnace like smoke. This process will last for seven days and nights. Resurrection will do."

Yuqingchi smiled confidently, and the look of determination reappeared in the corners of his eyes and brows: "It's just a censer, I'm going to the Wuchang Temple of Ghost Domain, and ask the Ghost Emperor to borrow it."

Granny Meng shook her head lightly, and the long veil fluttered slightly with her movements: "The power of the ghost emperor's soul is infused in the congealing furnace, how could he lend it easily? Your Excellency is overthinking."

Yuqingchi flicked his sleeves, and proudly said: "I sincerely ask His Majesty Ghost Emperor to lend me a loan, if he is really unwilling..." Yuqingchi paused, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he laughed: "Then we have to grab it."

After finishing speaking, he saluted with both hands, and said to Po Meng: "Please also ask Mrs. Meng Po to do something, and send me across the river to the Impermanence Hall of the Ghost Realm."

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