Only affection, family affection, love and friendship can accompany you through this long road to hell.
The Sansheng Stone, as blue as the sky, stands by the Ruishui River, and its faint brilliance seems to be calling people to approach it.
Han Mengxiao walked over gently, stretched out his hand to touch the smooth mirror, and murmured: "Is this the Three Life Stone? Is it really that magical to be destined for one life and love for three lives?"
"Love is definitely given. As for whether we can join hands for three lifetimes, it depends on whether the person who has it understands how to cherish it." Xuan Zun also came over and answered Han Mengxiao calmly.
"Haha, that's true," Han Mengxiao turned his head to look at Xuan Zun and joked: "However, I didn't know until today that you, the King of the Demon Realm, can say such emotional words."
Xuanzun immediately glanced at Han Mengxiao: "You have underestimated me. There is no matter in this world that I cannot understand. I don't want to be unhappy with those annoying things."
"My dear, my dear, you are indeed only suitable for fighting!" Han Mengxiao smiled lightly and walked towards the river.
There is a white mist that persists all year round on the Ruoshui River. The color of the river water cannot be seen clearly. Only a stream of cold, salty air rushes into the nose, making Han Mengxiao shiver unconsciously.
"This weak water river is really cold. How are we going to get across?" Han Mengxiao looked at the thick fog in front of him and frowned: "I don't know how wide this river is. I heard about this weak water before.
It is so ferocious that it can swallow up the bodies of all immortals, demons and gods and seal their souls."
"The rumors are true, but they are for others. In my opinion, this is just a small river." Xuanzun smiled arrogantly, flicked his long sleeves, and quickly weaved a layer of enchantment around Han Mengxiao's body.
The barrier was something Han Mengxiao had never seen before. It looked like a big bubble, protecting Han Mengxiao inside.
"Let's go there!" Xuanzun pushed the bubble, and Han Mengxiao's body floated over, but Xuanzun himself did not do anything to protect him and flew away.
Passing through the thick fog, Han Mengxiao was instantly stunned by the beautiful scenery in front of her.
I saw the land on the other side, the green jasper flower stalks were full of red and white flowers, the red ones were in full swing, the white ones were not stained by the dust, incomparable residual beauty and poisonous beauty, the flowers were side by side, slender
The petals are intertwined with each other and extend forward without end.
So coquettish, so beautiful, it makes those who look at the flowers feel infinite sorrow. I don’t know that they are pity for this exquisitely beautiful flower. It blooms quietly and lonely on this other side where no one has set foot, for thousands of years.
, get no praise, no blessing.
I am still sad about my fate, just like this flower, blooming without regrets, but withering and lonely.
"Midnight, I thought, would it be a good idea to transplant these flowers to Huangquan Road so that more people can appreciate such beauty?"
After staring blankly for a while, Han Mengxiao uttered these words.
"Well, it's good." Xuanzun didn't know how Han Mengxiao had such an idea, but since she wanted to do it, she followed her.
From then on, souls who walked onto the Naihe Bridge to be reincarnated would see a beautiful and refined woman taking a flower hoe and painstakingly burying seeds that looked like garlic but were much larger than garlic on both sides of the Huangquan Road.