There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

Chapter 223 The Flowers Bloom on the Other Bank of the River of Forgetfulness

"Phoenix flowers are fragrant on Phoenix Mountain, phoenixes are falling on Phoenix Terrace, red phoenixes, pink phoenixes..."

Under the dark sky of the Demon Realm, the entrance of the formerly bustling Demon Palace is now empty. Outside the tall and heavy palace gate, a child in fine clothes is squatting on the steps, playing with two phoenix flowers in his palm, muttering words in a childish voice.

But he didn't seem to be familiar with this ballad, there were only these two lines repeated over and over again, it sounded rather strange after a long time.

The child didn't care about these things, he just played with the phoenix flower in his hand seriously.

I don't know when the flower was picked from the tree. Jiaoyan's petals have withered a little, and the child seemed a little dissatisfied. What it looks like when it's picked off the tree.

And this scene happened to be watched by Ji Luyue who came out of the magic palace.

Ji Luyue took a breath.

Although she named the child Ji He, she knew that the child was not the same person as the real Ji He, but as the child's time in the magic palace grew, Ji Yunyue discovered that the child was really the same as Ji He Yue. It's getting more and more like it.

She remembered that when Ji He was young, she could also turn the flowers in her palm from decaying into a living.

You must know that the power of the demons is domineering and domineering, and they advocate destruction. Few of them can reverse their power and create vitality instead.

For so many years, she has only seen Ji and one.

Today's Xiaoji and Que have also mastered this ability, is it because they are all chosen by the heaven?

Ji Luyue's heart was mixed with joy and sorrow, she couldn't care less about invading the human world, her mind was full of bringing up Xiao Jihe well, and she couldn't be as careless as before, as a result, the child was abducted by people from Tiangong, and her whereabouts were unknown the...

Thinking of this, Ji Luyue stopped hesitating, but took a step forward, picked up Xiao Jihe who was playing alone, and said, "Good boy, it's time for your homework, let's go back."

After Hanshu left that day, Xiaoji and Zongai went to play at the entrance of the Demon Palace, but when he heard that Ji Yuyue asked him to leave, he didn't show any reluctance, nodded lightly, and followed Ji Yuyue up.

Quiet, well-behaved, sensible, obedient.

These factors together made Ji Luyue like Xiao Jihe very much.

The Demon Realm is busy raising children, and Hanshu on the other side is not idle either.

Princess Changping moved Changping City to the underworld, and raised a village of ghosts as companions. Although the village looks like a human being, except for the enchantment of the village, there is still an endless dark sky.

The Underworld is even darker than the Demon Realm.

Hanshu stayed in the village for two days and had nothing to do. He felt very bored, so with the permission of Princess Changping, he left the village.

Outside the village, there was actually a blood-red river, and the river was full of red flowers, magnificent in color and shaped like ghost claws.

Hanshu took two steps forward, only to find that the bloody river was not red, but because those red flowers not only grew on the shore, but also grew in the water, the color was reflected in the river, and it looked like red flowers from a distance. Go, it's like a river of blood.

In fact, the river is quite clear.

When Hanshu walked to the river, he suddenly felt thirsty and wanted to lower his head to grab a handful of water to drink, but just as he bent down, he heard a cold reprimand from the side: "Ignorant boy, do you know what kind of water is in this river? Want to bow your head and drink?"

Hanshu was taken aback, and then realized that this is not the real world, and the river is not necessarily the real river, he hurriedly stood up straight, trying to find the person who reminded him loudly, but after searching around, he found nothing. turn up.

But I heard the voice say violently like thunder: "Here! Look down!"

Hanshu lowered his head, but saw a young woman wearing a dark blue skirt standing in front of him among the knee-high red flowers. The woman was short like a child, but her face was mature and beautiful, which was what a young woman should look like. Holding a big bowl in his hand, he was frowning at Hanshu.

Although her expression was a bit serious, because of her height, she didn't have any momentum at all.

Hanshu couldn't help laughing, took a step back, and said, "Who are you?"

"I'm Po Meng." The woman pursed her lips very seriously and said, "This Wangchuan water will make people forget their memories. If you don't want to collapse by the river in embarrassment and don't even know who you are, then you should Get away from it."

It turned out that this was the water of the legendary Wangchuan River. Han Shu looked back and felt that the clear water looked familiar against the red flowers in the river.

But he had never been to Wangchuan, how could he know the water of Wangchuan, so he smiled and said, "Thank you for reminding... This flower is also like the water of Wangchuan, will it make people forget?"

"No, although the fragrance of the flowers is charming, you just need to stay close." After the woman finished speaking, she ignored Hanshu and walked away to the side after finishing her beating.

She squatted in front of a cluster of luxuriant red flowers, carefully stretched out her hand, picked the biggest one, and put it into the large bowl that she carried with her.

Hanshu showed a curious expression, walked up to the woman who called herself Meng Po, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Wangchuan flower can evoke people's memories of the past, and Mengpo soup can make people forget their past and present lives. Reborn souls are often unwilling to abandon the past. I first use the fragrance of Wangchuan flowers to indulge them, and then give them a bowl of Mengpo soup , forgotten in memory." Po Meng said quietly.

When she spoke, her eyes were all on the flowers in front of her, and she looked very devout.

Hanshu looked down at the red Wangchuan flower on the ground, and squatted down with Po Meng: "Can the Wangchuan flower remind people of the forgotten past?"

Granny Meng paused, looked up at Hanshu, and after a moment of silence, said: "Yes."

Only then did Hanshu set his eyes on those red flowers, he was silent and didn't know what he was thinking.

Granny Meng moved lightly and quickly, and soon filled the big bowl she was carrying with her. When she looked up, she found Hanshu was still squatting beside her. She couldn't help being curious about this person who had been watching her for so long, and asked with wide eyes. : "Why are you looking at me here?"

Han Shu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "I was wondering if I could take these flowers back... I seem to have forgotten something, if its fragrance can remind me of the past..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Po Meng say: "Since you have forgotten it, it is either unimportant or cannot be remembered, why do you still have to remember it?"

"This..." Hanshu just had such an idea, he didn't even know if he really lost his memory, but was stunned on the spot when asked by Granny Meng.

Granny Meng ignored him, picked up the big bowl in front of her, and turned to leave.

When he reached the edge of the flowers, he suddenly heard her say: "Yes."

Only then did Hanshu come back to his senses, and looked at Granny Meng's back, showing a knowing smile.