Allure of the World

Out of thin air, an unintentional person came.

Lanling's feet no longer hurt, and the soles of the feet are soft. She lowered her head and stepped on a sea of ​​flowers, which turned out to be soul-inducing flowers.

Isn't the soul flower red? Why is it all white here?

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, it really is the Naihe Bridge.

In the Xiaoxuan on the bridge, sits a beautiful woman with a white cloud dress and a soul-inducing flower beside her ear.

"We met again, but now you have become an unintentional person." She looked at Lan Ling with pity in her eyes.

"May I ask who the girl is?" Lan Ling asked.

"Meng Po."

"Isn't Madam Meng an old woman?" Lan Ling was surprised that Madam Meng was so beautiful.

"In the world, is it possible to collect characteristics from people's ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, and transfer them into the heart, to see people and things with heart. You only use your ears, you think I'm an old man Mother-in-law? That's why girl, you become an unintentional person."

"What the girl taught was that Lan Ling was unwilling."

Meng Po raised a white jade bowl from the front of her eyes, "Drink it, drink it, those things that can't be put down, those love and hate, those sadness, those unwilling will all be forgotten."

"Forget love water. But I can't drink it. So many people died for me. I can't forget. Can the girl help me?" Lan Ling stepped back.

"If you want to go back and take revenge, you can't. Everything has a reason." She refused.

"No, I won't take revenge, I will go back to protect the person I love." Lan Ling thought of her grandfather, uncle, Lixia, Qiaochun, and Ling Chen who didn't know if she was still alive.

Meng Po looked up at her and sighed, "You know that when you protect your lover, you will be bruised and bruised, are you willing?"

"Yes."

"It's an exchange. The girl doesn't want to forget this life, that's ok. But you and that person have gone through two lives, but they haven't recognized each other. Fate only has three lives, the last one, I will help you not to reincarnate But you have to recognize each other and love each other. Otherwise, you will return to this bridge of Naihe, make love water for me, and never reincarnate. Can the girl agree?"

"I promise. I've lived with that person for two lifetimes? The girl said it was Lingfeng?" Lan Ling was surprised.

"The secret can't be revealed, you have to find your lover yourself. But you agreed so quickly? Do you know how to make forgetful water?"

"Lan Ling doesn't know, but it's better than being gouged out."

"Forgetting love water, need a drop of raw tears, two old tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet of separation tears, this is The eighth medicine is your sad tears. You have to offer these sad tears for me every day, but are you willing?"

"Blue Spirit is willing."

"Okay, leave a bunch of your hair and drink this cup of rebirth soup, you will forget me, everything here, and the agreement between us, but you will remember your past life. go."

Lan Ling opened her eyes again.

What catches the eye is a round chubby face, "Miss, what are you dreaming about? You cry like that, and there are still tears. It's amazing that you can still cry when you are dreaming. !"

"Lixia? You are Lixia? Why are you here?" Lan Ling hugged Lixia tightly, she knew that Lixia was already dead, when she was framed by Lanyu, she wanted to protect She was killed by the cane.

"Miss, I've been here since I was a child? What's wrong with you? Confused?"

Lan Ling let go of her and looked around, the familiarity made her heart tremble. This is her Moshan's home, her boudoir when she was a girl. How many times, in the middle of the night, she came back here and lived a free life in this big mountain.

"Why, I came back here after I died? Is it because I miss it so much?"

"Miss, don't scare people, you can't die so easily, you just fell off the tree and fell, won't you break your brain?" Li Xia said, reaching out and trying Lan Ling's forehead.

The door opened suddenly, and a little green girl ran in.

"Miss woke up? Great, what day is it today, it's all a good thing!"

"Qiaochun, are you here too? The scar on your face is gone?" Lan Ling reached out and carried Qiaochun over, touched her face, and looked at her.

Last life. Her right cheek was slashed by Lan Qin, and her face was disfigured.

"Miss, my skin has always been very good, how can there be any scars?"

Lan Ling closed her eyes, is everything a dream? This dream is too long, and it is so real, it still hurts in my chest!

Lan Ling pinched her thigh, it really hurts.

Outside the window, the Moshan in late autumn, red orange, yellow and green, is a beautiful scene. Am I not dead? Or, am I alive again?

"Miss, there is another great thing, your father is here! You have always wanted to know who your father is. Does Miss know who your father is?"

Lan Ling was stunned.

"What day is it today?"

"On the tenth day of the eighth lunar month, what's wrong with you, miss?" Qiaochun was a little disappointed when she saw that her joy had not infected Lan Ling.

"The tenth day of the eighth month?" Lan Ling remembered that six years ago, on the tenth day of the eighth month, her father Lan Jingtian took her away from Moshan, and her life of despair began.

"What country is it now?"

"Da Chang, what's wrong with you, miss? Did you fall and forget everything?"

"My grandfather, uncle is still alive?"

"Of course! Miss, don't scare us!" Qiaochun frowned, and looked at Lan Ling with a worried look on her face.

Lan Ling suddenly sat up and hugged Qiaochun and Lixia tightly in her arms.

"It's good you're all alive!"

Traces of the vicissitudes of life. Only the eyes are as deep as the ocean.

This is a beautiful girl, like a lily with morning dew, this is not the resentful woman who has experienced betrayal and injury, and was cruelly gouged out.

"I'm really still alive." Lan Ling had mixed feelings.

Maybe my resentment is too deep, God let me live again? Lan Ling understood that he had returned to the time of a young girl.

"Miss, the hall master asks you to go to the Parkway Hall immediately." A girl hurried in to report.

"Miss, the hall master definitely wants you to see your biological father!" Qiaochun came up, "Miss' biological father is..."

"I see." Lan Ling said lightly.

"I haven't said who it is!" Qiao Chun widened her eyes.

Lan Ling understood that her grandfather wanted her to meet her biological father, Lan Jingtian, the grand marshal of the Daxing country.

She must not go with him this time.

"Qiaochun, come with me, I'll find my master. Lixia, if the hall master comes and asks, you don't know anything."

Lan Ling quickly packed up and put on the huge ring called Phantom on the index finger of her left hand.

"Miss, why are we leaving? Didn't you always want to see your father? He is the marshal of Daxingguo! Really, very majestic!" Qiaochun couldn't understand, she always wanted to see her father Miss, why is it so unusual today.

"Don't ask, in short, we will all die if we see him. So, at least today, we can't meet."

Yao Lin, Lan Ling's master, is a hermit, and the locals call him a medical fairy, living in Qinglong Mountain behind Moshan. Usually travel around the world, rarely stay in the mountains.

Lan Ling thinks that maybe the master will believe her rebirth. She has many things to ask her master.

Lan Ling took Li Xia and sneaked out of Moshan through the back door.

As soon as she entered the entrance of Qinglong Mountain, Lan Ling suddenly saw a man in black huddled in the grass behind the rock in front of her, she immediately pulled Qiaochun to squat down.

The man in black was leaning behind the rock, holding a sword in his left hand and wearing a silver eagle face mask. He was injured and had blood dripping from his right arm. There was also blood oozing from the abdomen.

Lan Ling saw a shadowy figure in front of him, the man walking in the front, looking from a distance, with white face, thin eyes and long eyebrows, handsome and gloomy.

At this time, he should be only King Ning.