Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 840
In winter, there is a lot of snow powder.

A tree of plum blossoms blooms on the edge of the cliff, bright red.

Su Mengchen stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the fiery red color, stretched out his hand, touched it lightly, and wanted to fold it off, but when he put his finger on the branch of plum blossom, he couldn't remember the girl wiping the snow for the orchid on the edge of the cliff. She looked like a pink, so she smiled lightly, stroked the petals of the plum blossom with her fingers, and then withdrew her hand.

He lowered his head and looked at the cliff in front of him.

Is this the place where Zhao Kingdom's secrets are buried?
Under the layers of mist, he smelled a scorching and decaying atmosphere, and waves of darkness gushed out, but was suppressed by a powerful force.

He stood there with his hands behind his back, not paying attention, but when that layer of breath came again, he suddenly felt a little familiar.

That kind of familiarity comes from another part of his breath that has been embedded in his soul.

Su Mengchen stood there, and then, with a flash of his eyes, he jumped into the abyss.

This seems like a magical place to others, but to him, there is nothing unusual.

The silver robe was wrapped in clouds and waving from its sleeves.

He closed his eyes, fell, and then stepped into the darkness.

It was boundless darkness, and there was light falling with him, but it couldn't enter like him.

A black river surged with a dark breath.

He squatted in front of the river, and the dark breath smelled the breath of a stranger, and immediately rushed towards him, trying to swallow him.

However, when the man's fingers pierced the water, those dark auras flashed, as if they had touched something terrible, they retreated quickly.

That's awe, it's their fearless strength

The darkness receded and the water became clear.

It was pure blue, magnificent beyond words, crystal clear.

Su Mengchen lowered her eyes, and saw the scattered bones through the clear and transparent river water.

He looked at the bones for a long while before turning around and walking towards the boundless darkness.

Even though he has traveled to many, many places, there has never been a place that is as dark and devouring as this place.

Without any vitality, even light can be submerged here, so what else can't be destroyed?
The endless darkness seemed to have no end.

If other people walked here, they would definitely feel scared because of the barrenness in front of them.

Because, unpredictable.

However, Su Mengchen walked strangely smoothly.

Countless voices condensed here, and through his spiritual consciousness, those obsessions left here slipped past his eyes wave after wave.

Is that life and death, that is entanglement, that is sorrow and joy, or, is there a little bit of hesitation?
However, life is born alone, so why hesitate?
Su Mengchen stopped in her tracks.

He raised his hand.

He felt her breath.

A very wanton and warm breath.

He closed his eyes and chased after the breath.

The soul seemed to be floating along, the sun and the moon kowtowed in front of his eyes, and he floated out with that wisp of breath.

Beyond the sky and the earth, there are bright sparks, large tracts of hibiscus flowers blooming in front of your eyes, and the darkness greets the sunset, which is extraordinarily gorgeous in the interlacing.

There were phoenix calls all around, but that phoenix call seemed to be different from the phoenix calls he knew, grand and desolate, gentle and shrill, as if it contained another force.

And in such a grand announcement, a cry sounded.

This is the busiest day in Snow City.

His spirit drifted past, and then saw her.

The clear spring was flowing, and a young and beautiful woman was sitting beside her, with loose hair, gentler than the bright moon, her eyes were like spring water, and her fingers were like spring onions. She looked deeply at her daughter, as if she was watching a miracle.

The handsome man stood there, half-kneeling down, stroking that small face with trembling hands, he watched the night and the sun intersect, and said with a smile: "You are the best gift that God has given us, I am with you Your mother has nothing else to ask for in her life."

And beside the two of them, there was a young boy holding a piano. He looked at the child and asked, "Can I visit my sister in the future?"

The man raised his hand and put it on his shoulder: "Fu Qing, if there is a chance, of course it is possible."

He looked into the distance: "However, Wanzhi is what we asked God for. We have promised that if she can be born, we will pray for the common people overseas, in the land of return, and never set foot in our homeland again."

The man's voice was desolate and distant. Although he was reluctant, he was more calm.

This is the greatest promise a father can make to a daughter.

As long as you are good, you will have no regrets in this life.

The sunset glow swept across the light, and the strange phoenix cry faintly came from between the sky and the earth.

Su Mengchen watched the entire Zhao Kingdom erupt because of the birth of this girl.

He smiled and walked over.

He looked down at her, and for a moment, it was as if the beginning of the fate that had been reunited for many years came again after 18 years.

My heart was gripped by that force, it was so fierce that I couldn't resist it.

He only saw her eyebrows and eyes, which vaguely looked like he had touched them. He slowly knelt down in front of her, and then stretched out his hand, feeling a little nervous.

Knowing that he couldn't touch it, he still stretched out his hand and touched his eyes little by little.

"Late."

He opened his mouth softly, as if he was afraid of frightening the child.

When his finger landed on her eyebrows and shouted these two words, Xiao Wanzhi suddenly turned towards him, and then giggled.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard the young boy say: "Look, my sister is so beautiful over there."

Su Mengchen then turned her head, only to see that the sky and the earth were blue, and the sunset glow licked the blue sky, as if the tail wings of a phoenix were parting the sky, extremely gorgeous.

He looked deeply at her smile and smiled.

Wanzhi, did you laugh while looking at the scenery over there?

It was the third year of Tiancheng in Zhao Kingdom, and a baby was born. Like all life in this world, it carried the greatest hope and beauty of its parents.

He knew that these were all buried in the deepest part of the girl, so he stayed in that dark place and was repeatedly engraved, so that he could see them because of the induction of the dragon's essence and blood.

He watched the three of them leave, watched her being carried away by the people in the temple, and watched her grow up little by little.

Surrounded by the empress and people in the temple, they changed the girl's name, but to their surprise, they looked up the name in various scriptures and wanted to match the girl known as the true body of the phoenix However, every time the name is read, the non-speaking baby will say "wow", and there are no tears in his eyes, but he wants to cry, so everyone panicked, so they had to hold her in the palm of their hands. Put each word in front of her and let her choose.

The little baby's chubby hands swept away one piece of paper after another, then sat on the table, firmly grasped the two words, and giggled.

one night.

one to one.

He leaned against the peach tree, looked at the prosperous lights and the lively crowd, and smiled slightly.

Oh, is this, his late letter?
He continued to walk forward, the peach blossoms in Zhaoguo bloomed, the pear blossoms faded, autumn came, winter passed, Xiao Wanzhi went from crawling to walking, and turned three years old.

He walked along the road of the palace, Chunhan climbed up the palace, stained his fingers with blue frost, a snow goose flitted across the sky, Xiao Wanzhi stumbled from there, those beautiful eyes sparkled with joy Light, she opened her arms and ran towards him.

Run into his arms?
Su Mengchen couldn't help smiling, then squatted down, and opened her arms slightly.

However, the little girl passed straight through him, and then threw herself into the arms of the boy behind him.

"Brother Xueyi!"

Su Mengchen was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head in self-consciousness, how could she see herself?
He turned around and finally saw the man.

Snow-clothed boy.

The eight or nine-year-old boy has already shown his figure for the first time. The Zhaoguo Imperial Palace is covered with lines, and the thousand-year-old building is pale and simple. Standing there, he looks like a little snow that just came, but it seems to bring some fresh green. , with bright and clean eyebrows and eyes, I am afraid that any dirty words in this world will not be able to be used on him.

He hugged Xiao Wanzhi.

"Why did you run out?" He smiled and turned his head, looking at the little girl with pink makeup and jade.

Xiao Wanzhi smiled with crooked eyebrows, and her voice was glutinous and sweet like a soft cake dipped in sugar: "I miss Brother Xueyi."

Xiao Xueyi hugged him, and walked forward step by step.

"Do you miss Brother Xueyi?"

"Yes! I think of brother Xueyi's smile, I think of brother Xueyi's hand, I think of brother Xueyi's, um, pumpkin cake."

"I'm afraid it's the last thought that's true, huh?" He asked in a low voice, but his eyes were full of doting and connivance.

Su Mengchen walked slowly behind them.

The bluestone slabs of the palace were slightly moist due to the melting of snow powder. He watched the little girl being held in the arms of the little boy, and gestured for him.

"I saw that bird yesterday, it's so big, it's bigger than Ah Wan, bigger than brother Xueyi, bigger than trees, bigger than the palace..."

"The seven great masters said I was a mischievous one, but I didn't. I just watched their beards grow, and I helped them shave them off at night. Wanzhi has always been very obedient, right brother Xueyi?"

"Brother Xueyi, are you tired of hugging me?"

The little girl's words were soft and waxy, her eyes were black and white, and she looked at the snow-clothed boy with clarity, as if her heart softened when she watched people.

The snow-clothed boy has been listening to Xiao Wanzhi's words patiently and gently, and after listening to Xiao Wanzhi's answer, he shook his head: "I'm not tired."

The little girl immediately hugged his neck: "Ah, brother Xueyi will keep Ah Wan in his arms, okay?"

Xiao Xueyi couldn't help but raised her hand and pinched her little nose: "Okay, you little girl."

Su Mengchen followed slowly, watching Xiao Wanzhi's carefree smile, watching the snow-clothed boy pamper and tolerate her, watching the little things he loves to do to Song Wanzhi are all the little things she loved to do for her. Saya did it...

This is the past when he was absent, there was a boy, and the little girl who held him in the palm of his hand cherished him very much.

Should I be thankful?

Over there, the palace gate was opened, and the beautiful and gentle young Empress Zhao rushed out, with eagerness and concern in her eyes.

"It's so cold, hurry up, Ah Wan is so young, what should I do if I'm freezing?"

She opened the door, grabbed the handkerchief in her hand, and hurried down the steps.

When a gust of wind blows, the snow powder is blown away, and the scenery between the sky and the earth changes instantly, and it is summer night.

The sky and night are as cool as water.

The little girl is five or six years old.

Although the young girl with immature features was still immature, but because of that extraordinary bloodline, that unparalleled complexion had begun to show.

Su Mengchen looked at the little girl standing there, looked at that face, vaguely expected something, couldn't help trembling slightly.

The past and the past, what kind of mark did time leave on her?
He walked slowly to her side.

This is the temple. On top of her head is a thousand-year-old tree with twining vines and a height of more than [-] meters. In summer, small white flowers bloom, propping up a piece of sky.

The little girl was lying on the stone steps under the thousand-year-old tree, flipping through a book.

Sometimes she frowned, sometimes bit her lips, sometimes she closed her eyes as if she was thinking hard about something, all kinds of appearances were never seen in Song Wanzhi later.

He walked over and lowered his head, only to see the complicated ancient characters.

It turned out that the little girl was stuck with a problem.

He looked up and saw small fireflies shuttled on the thousand-year-old wood. He thought about it, and waved his hand slightly.

The little fireflies that shuttled through it actually fell down because of his wave, and then gathered one by one in front of Xiao Wanzhi.

The pale green light illuminated the book in front of him more and more clearly.

Xiao Wanzhi raised her eyes and looked at the little fireflies gathered in front of her eyes, her eyes shone with delight and novelty.

Su Mengchen stepped forward, sat beside her, and looked at her with the light green light.

Xiao Wanzhi was lying there, her eyebrows and eyes curved like a crescent moon in the sky, she spoke carefully, as if she was afraid of disturbing these little creatures.

"Are you here to accompany me?"

The little firefly just waved its wings gently.

Su Mengchen looked at the little girl with a smile, and said softly, "Yes."

Xiao Wanzhi raised her hand cautiously, and watched a firefly land on her white and tender fingertips.

The little firefly received the light.

In fact, it is just an ordinary little bug.

Song Wanzhi stared at it and blinked: "Thank you."

She turned her eyes to the book again, and said: "I made a bet with the great master, I want to understand the problems in this book, you say, I will definitely understand, right?"

The light of the little firefly's tail flickered.

Su Mengchen couldn't help but smiled softly: "Yes, you can."

How could his little girl not be the most powerful?

Xiao Wanzhi laughed happily: "Yes, yes, I heard you say yes!"

The little child's brows and eyes were all stretched out, as if he was playing tricks, and there was a little bit of secret joy.

The little firefly flapped its wings, glowed green again, and gathered above the little girl.

The little girl raised her head, looked at the huge lights that gathered one by one, and fell into deep thought.

Su Mengchen looked at her with a smile, and slowly said: "There are three lights in the world. In the world we see, sometimes the real light may not come from itself, but from external objects. The world seeks the development and nourishment of blood from the heart. , but I don’t know that everything in the world can become its own brilliance.”

"For example, the moon in the water, perhaps, a lake for a month, there should be countless moons in this world."

Su Mengchen spoke slowly, maybe the girl in front of her would never hear it, but what does it matter?

He just wanted to tell her.

But as soon as his words fell, the little girl over there suddenly jumped up, and then suddenly saw the moon on the lake, and then suddenly laughed happily.

"I know! I know!"

"Moon in the water! Moon in the water!"

As the little girl said, she bent down to pick up the book, then flung off her little feet and ran towards the distance.

Su Mengchen sat there, looking at the clear lake in front of Gumu, and smiled slightly.

He lowered his head and saw a small earball rolling down the stone steps, which belonged to the little girl.

The grown-up girl no longer has the bright moon pendant, but when she was young, every daughter in Zhaoguo would have pierced ears.

So, this is her back then.

Su Mengchen stretched out her hand.

Originally in nothingness, that small bead rolled down into his palm.

A small pearl, without light, with a hint of yellow in the white.

He looked at the pearl, then gently put it in his arms, stood up again, and walked towards the lake.

A bright moon was reflected in the water of the lake, and there was a trace of dark clouds floating in the moon.

He lifted his foot, then stepped into the water, the shadow of the moon shattered instantly, and then stepped into another scene.

Reality and nothingness are often in a single thought.

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