In the ethereal, an unintentional person came.

Lan Ling's feet no longer hurt, and the soles of their feet are soft. She bowed her head and stepped on a sea of ​​flowers, which turned out to be a soul-attracting flower.

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

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

In the Xiaoxuan on the bridge, there is a beautiful woman sitting in a white cloud dress with a soul-attracting flower in her ear.

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

"Excuse me, the girl?" Lan Ling asked.

"Meng Po."

"Po Meng is not an old woman?" Lan Ling was surprised that Po Meng was so beautiful.

"What matters in the world is to collect features from people’s ears, eyes, noses, and mouths, and pass them into the heart. You have to use your heart to see people and things. If you only use ears, you think I’m an old mother-in-law? That’s why you are a girl. Will become unintentional."

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

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

"Wang Qing Shui. 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 to get revenge, no. Everything has a reason." She refused.

"No, no revenge, I want to go back to protect the one I love." Lan Ling thought of grandpa, uncle, Lixia, Qiaochun, and Ling Chen who didn't know if he was still alive.

Po Meng looked up at her and sighed, "You know that if you protect your lover, you will be bruised all over your body. Would you like that too?"

"willing."

"That's an exchange. The girl doesn't want to forget this life, you can. But you and that person have gone through two lives, but didn't recognize each other. There is only three life, and I will help you not to reincarnate in the last life. But you have to recognize each other, And love each other. Otherwise, you have to go back to this Naihe Bridge and make me forget the love and never reincarnate. Can the girl agree?"

"I agree. I have lived with that person for two lives? The girl said Ling Feng?" Lan Ling was surprised.

"The secret is not to be divulged, you have to find your love by yourself. But you agreed so quickly? Can I know how to make Wang Qing Shui?"

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

"Forget the love water, you need a drop of tears, two old tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesickness tears, six tears in sickness, seven feet farewell tears, this eighth medicine is you A handful of sad tears. I have to offer these sad tears for me every day, but are you willing?"

"Blue Ling is willing."

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

Lan Ling opened his eyes again.

What caught my eyes was a round chubby face, "Miss, what dream did you have? You cried like that, and there are still tears. It is amazing that you can cry in your dreams!"

"Lixia? You are Lixia? Why are you here?" Lan Ling hugged Lixia tightly. She knew that Lixia was dead long ago. When she was framed by Lanyu, she was killed by a stick to protect her. .

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

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

"Why, I came back here after I died? Is it because I missed it too much?"

"Miss, don't scare people, you are so easy to die, you just fell from a tree and fell a bit, wouldn't it be a **** brain?" Lixia said, reaching out and trying Lan Ling's forehead.

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

"Miss is awake? It's great, what day today is all great things!"

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

Last life. Lan Qin made a big cut on her right cheek and her face was disfigured.

"Miss, my skin is always good, so how can there be scars?"

Lan Ling closed his eyes, is everything a dream? This dream is too long, and so real, I still feel pain in my chest now!

Lan Ling pinched his thigh, which hurt.

Outside the window, 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?" Qiao Chun looked happy.

Lan Ling was stunned.

"What month and day is today?"

"On the tenth day of August, what's wrong with you, miss?" Qiao Chun was a little disappointed when she saw that her joy had not been infected by Lan Ling.

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

"What country name is it now?"

"Dachang, what's wrong with you, miss? You forgot everything after a fall?"

"My grandfather, uncle is still alive?"

"Of course! Miss, don't scare us!" Qiao Chun frowned, and looked at Lan Ling with a worried expression.

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

"It's nice that you are all alive!"

She let go of the stunned faces of them, and staggered to the bronze mirror. In the mirror was a slightly childish slapped face of the elf, with curved eyebrows and apricot eyes, and the face was delicate and white, and there was no trace of the vicissitudes of life. But the eyes are as deep as the sea, like water in autumn.

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

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

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

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

"Miss, the hall master must want you to meet your biological father!" Qiao Chun leaned forward, "Miss's biological father is..."

"I see." Lan Ling said lightly.

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

Lan Ling understood that grandpa wanted her to meet her biological father Lan Jingtian, the general of Daxingguo.

She must not go with him this time. If she doesn't go to the Marshal's Mansion, she won't meet Ling Feng and Ling Chen, and there won't be any subsequent disasters.

"Go back to the hall master, just say I'm not awake yet," Lan Ling told Lixia.

"Qiaochun, follow me and I will find my master. Lixia, if the hall master comes to ask, you don't know anything."

Lan Ling quickly packed the package, and put on the huge ring called the Phantom on his left index finger.

"Miss, why are we leaving? Don't you always want to see your father? He is the marshal of Daxingguo! Really, very prestigious!" Qiao Chun couldn't understand why the lady who had always wanted to see her father was so abnormal today.

"Don't ask, we will all be dead if we see him. So, at least today, we can't meet."

Lan Ling's master, Yao Lin, was a hermit. The locals called him a medical immortal and lived in Qinglong Mountain behind Mo Mountain. I usually travel around the world and rarely stay in the mountains.

Lan Ling thought that perhaps the master would believe her rebirth. She has many things to ask her master.

Lan Ling took Lixia and sneaked out of Moshan from the back door.

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

The man in black leaned against the rock, holding a sword in his left hand and wearing a silver eagle face mask. He was injured and blood dripped from his right arm. There is also blood oozing from the abdomen.

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

As if struck by lightning, Lan Ling took a long breath and stayed there. Although it was far away, Lan Ling still recognized at a glance that it was Ling Feng. At this time, he should still be King Ning.