Chapter 22 The Story of the Three Worlds

"Okay, you teach me." Ling Chen really followed Adu to clean up the pheasants.

He rolled up his sleeves, the knife skills were not jerky.

Lan Ling smiled slightly, "So you can too?"

"Although I don't often do it, I did it when I was young." He looked back at Lan Ling with a smile in his eyes: "You can try it later, I made you a beggar chicken."

Lan Ling came over, squatted down beside Ling Chen's legs, rubbed his head on it, looked up at him and whispered, "It would be great if you weren't the prince.",

Ling Chen paused, "No one can choose their origin. Do you like this kind of life?"

"Don't you like it?" Lan Ling asked back.

"I like it, but I don't dare to ask for it."

Lan Ling patted the water next to him with a slap, splashing Ling Chen all over.

The crowd laughed.

Tian Ming and Gu Fan walked in with Lixia and Qiaochun playfully, Tian Ming was holding a piece of brocade, and Gu Fan was carrying a few boxes of snacks.

The two guards were so shocked that their mouths could not close when they saw Ling Chen who was busy being a beggar.

Ling Chen rubbed ashes on his face, rolled up his sleeves, took out the roasted fragrant beggar chicken, and tore off the drumsticks for Lan Ling.

"Have a taste."

Lan Ling took it, reached out and wiped Ling Chen's face with his sleeve.

"It's very fragrant, so fragrant. It turns out that my husband is also so powerful! Axiu, look, my husband can also be a beggar, stop showing off your Adu all day long!"

Lan Ling's little face shone brightly, and there was oil on her nose when she ate.

Ling Chen looked at her, a little lost.

Sometimes life is very short, but a moment is very long. Some things in a moment will be remembered for a lifetime.

For lunch, there are beggar chicken, various mushrooms, wild boar, wild ginseng, venison, frog, bacon...

Lan Ling seemed to have not eaten for a long time, and was simply sweeping the floor.

Tian Ming and Gu Fan also had endless aftertastes.

When Lan Ling left, Adu stuffed her with half a bag of smoked pheasant.

Walking on the mountain road, Ling Chen reached out and grabbed Lan Ling's hand and held it.

"Hey!" Lan Ling exclaimed softly.

"What's wrong?" Ling Chen asked.

"My feet are sprained." Lan Ling whispered.

Ling Chen squatted down, lifted her foot and looked at it.

He leaned over and squatted down: "Come up, I'll carry you."

Lan Ling jumped up directly, with a rough posture.

Tian Ming and Gu Fan were stunned, and were dragged by the girls and hurried to the front.

"How do you know that I want you to carry me?" Lan Ling put both hands around his neck, her face pressed tightly against Ling Chen's back.

"You didn't slap your feet at all, you sly little fox."

Lan Ling giggled.

"Ling Chen, walk slowly."

"Um."

"Slow down."

"Ling'er." Ling Chen looked back at her, his eyes extremely gentle.

At this moment, Shaoguang is just right. Lan Ling wished time would stop.

"Only at this time, you are my husband, and my husband alone." Lan Ling lay on his neck, put her small mouth up, and bit his neck fiercely, like a little wolf.

There is some love, only in a certain place, or a certain period of time.

On the second day, Lan Ling took Ling Chen to Qinglong Mountain to see Master.

She didn't know if the master was willing to see Ling Chen. In the last life, Ling Feng came to see the master, but the master never met.

"Remember when we first met in Qinglong Mountain?" Ling Chen asked.

"of course I remember."

"Why did you look so annoying to me then?"

"Because I hate royals."

"The first time we met, how did you know I was from the royal family? You know me?"

"..."

"If I said, I dreamed of you, would you believe it?"

Seeing Ling Chen staring at her seriously, he laughed a few times.

"I was joking, I hated you at that time because you broke into Moshan and Qinglongshan."

Ling Chen seemed to believe it.

"Master is a hermit. I don't know if the old man is willing to see you. Can you wait for me outside?"

Ling Chen looked at Lan Ling and agreed. He knew that the current Lan Ling only regarded him as her husband, not a prince, nor a prince.

Lan Ling's master Yao Lin is eighty-seven years old this year, with a thin face, fluttering white hair, and an immortal style.

"Master!" Lan Ling rushed into the master's arms.

"You..." Yao Lin looked at Lan Ling, his eyes darkened.

"Master, have you noticed that I have changed?" Lan Ling asked.

"Well, it has changed. The eyes have changed, and the temperament has also changed a bit."

"I brought someone here and waited for me outside. Ling'er doesn't know if your old man wants to see him."

"Since he's here, let him in." Yao Lin asked the little boy to invite Ling Chen in and served him tea, but he didn't come out to see him.

"I have something to tell you alone. You have nothing to say to me?" the master asked her.

"Of course there is!"

Lan Ling told his master about his rebirth carefully. Yao Lin listened and didn't speak for a long time.

"Master, do you believe it?"

"Believe."

"But why? What's the matter?"

"Ling'er, we live in this world like a drop in the ocean. In addition to the Northern Wilderness Continent where we live, there are other continents around us, and there are many things we don't know about."

Lan Ling was confused.

"For example, when a person picks up a piece of food in front of an ant, the ant just thinks it disappears out of thin air. The current human being is that ant."

"Oh, I see, there's actually something we don't know

space

exist? "

"Yes."

"The so-called past and present life is actually just a different space. I think in a certain time and space, there are still some entanglements between you and some people. I will tell you a story I heard when I was a child."

The master took a sip of tea, "The North Desolate Continent where we live is the Chaoyun Continent to the east, the Nanyang Continent to the south, the Xizhou Continent to the west, the North Desolate Continent to the north, and the Hexu Continent in the middle."

"The Hexu Continent is in charge of these five continents. The one in charge of the Hexu Continent is Emperor Qingyang. His youngest daughter Qingyun has a marriage contract with Yuan Chun, the young master of the Beihuang Continent, but Qingyun suddenly regretted the marriage and fell in love with the Second Highness of the Beihuang Continent. Yuan Lie."

Lan Ling listened quietly.

"The Great Emperor Qingyang was furious and severely punished Qingyun, and wanted to abolish Yuan Lie's cultivation, pick his tendons, and put him in a water prison to never be reincarnated. Qingyun asked the Great Emperor to release Yuan Lie, and the Great Emperor asked her to leave Yuan Lie. In order to save Yuan Lie, Qing Yun swore a poisonous oath. If Yuan Lie couldn't fall in love with her in three lifetimes, she would be annihilated. The emperor finally agreed."

The master stopped for tea.

"And then? Did Yuan Lie fall in love with Qingyun?" Lan Ling was anxious. Regarding love, women are always more persistent than men.

"In the first life, Yuan Lie married Qingyun, but he recognized the wrong person and mistook his concubine for her. He loved her concubine and tortured her in every way. He never even looked at her, until she lost her life to save him. , he woke up, but she was dead;"

"In the second life, they didn't recognize each other. He didn't understand until she was going to be gouged out of her heart. He went to save her, but he didn't save her, and he lost his own life..."

Lan Ling felt heart palpitations, the punishment of gouging out the heart? She thought of herself, it turned out that she was not the only one who had suffered this criminal law. Lan Ling's eyes were dark, "What about later?"

"There is no later. It's just a story." The master put down the cup, "Don't you know how to pour tea for the master?"

Lan Ling poured tea for the master.

The tears in her eyes finally fell, "But master, they still have a lifetime!"

"Therefore, there are past lives and present lives in this world. For example, you. Since you are reborn, you should live your life well. You must not be obsessed with anything, but you must not fight. You must not be perfunctory, but you must be flexible.

"Linger understands. But master, what happened to Qingyun and Yuanlie's third life?"

"I don't know, this is the story of my childhood."

Despite Lan Ling's death, the master never told her the story of the third world.