Chapter 3 The Return of the Soul

In the mist, came an unintentional person.

Lan Ling's feet don't hurt anymore, and the soles of her 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 bridge of Naihe.

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.

"Mengba."

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

"In the world, is it not possible to collect characteristics from people's ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, and transfer them to the heart, to see people and things with heart. You only use your ears, and you think I'm an old mother-in-law? That's why girl, you become a heartless person."

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

"Forgetting 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 want to go back and protect the person I love." Lan Ling thought of his grandfather, uncle, Li Xia, Qiao Chun, and Ling Chen who didn't know if he was still alive.

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

"willing."

"That has to be exchanged. 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, and in the last life, I will help you not to reincarnate. But you have to recognize each other, And love each other. Otherwise, you will go back to this Naihe Bridge and make love for me, and never reincarnate. Can the girl agree?"

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

"The secret cannot be revealed. You have to find your lover yourself. But you agreed so quickly? Do you know how to make Wangqingshui?"

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

"Forgetting love water requires a single tear, two old tears, three bitter tears, four regretful tears, five inches of lovesickness tears, six cups of sickness tears, seven feet of separation tears, this eighth medicine is you A handful of sad tears. You have to offer these sad tears for me every day, but are you willing?"

"Lan Ling 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 his eyes again.

What caught my eye was 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? Are you Lixia? Why are you here?" Lan Ling hugged Lixia tightly. She knew that Lixia was already dead. When she was framed by Lanyu, she was killed by a stick to protect her. .

"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 here 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, didn'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? Are the scars on your face 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 good, how can there be any scars?"

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

Lan Ling pinched his thigh, it really hurts.

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?" Qiaochun looked happy.

Lan Ling was stunned.

"What day is it today?"

"August 10th, what's wrong with you, miss?" Qiaochun felt disappointed when she saw that her joy had not infected Lan Ling.

"The tenth day of August?" 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 name is it now?"

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

"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 Qiao Chun and Li Xia tightly in his arms.

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

She let go of them, who were stunned, and staggered to the bronze mirror. In the mirror, there was a slightly childish slap face of an elf, with curvy brows and almond eyes. 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 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 meet your biological father!" Qiaochun came up, "Miss' biological father is..."

"I see." Lan Ling said lightly.

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

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

This time, she must not go with him. If she doesn't go to the Marshal's Mansion, she will not meet Ling Feng and Ling Chen, and there will be no disaster in the future.

"Go back to the hall master and say I haven't woken up yet," Lan Ling instructed Li Xia.

"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 his 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 why the young lady who had been wanting to see her father was so abnormal today.

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

Lan Ling's master Yao Lin is a hermit, and the locals call him a medical fairy.

Mountain. Usually travel around the world, rarely stay in the mountains.

Lan Ling thought that her master might believe her rebirth. She has many things to ask her master.

Lan Ling took Li Xia and sneaked out of Mo Shan 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, and she immediately pulled Qiaochun to squat down.

The man in black was leaning against 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 person walking in the front looked at him from a distance, with a white face, narrow eyes and long eyebrows, handsome and gloomy.

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