Dijun's black moonlight is back

There was another heavy snowfall on Jiange Mountain, and the snow was so heavy that passers-by on the road could barely see their way forward.

At this time, a person climbed the mountain against the wind and snow.

A person was buried in the newly built tomb. She was once a world-renowned genius practitioner.

Now she is dead.

In a heavy snowfall, he died in Jiange Mountain.

When Ling Yu arrived, Tang Yuan was sitting in front of the grave, chatting with the deceased.

Seeing Ling Yu, he walked over very naturally, and handed her a stack of paper money and three sticks of incense.

"Your senior sister has been waiting for you," Tang Yuan said, "Fortunately, you didn't come too late."

There is no inscription on the stele, and the soil on the mound is very new, and it has not been covered by such a heavy snow.

Ling Yu knelt in the snow and kowtowed many times towards the unwritten tombstone.

Tang Yuan didn't stop her either, just watched quietly from the side.

The heavy snow fell for a long time, and the earthy tombs turned into snow-white, and there was no intention of stopping at all.

Tang Yuan was dressed thinly, but he was also here with Ling Yu who was cultivating immortals.

"You have sent a lot of fairy grass over the years," Tang Yuan said, "With your medicine, she survived until this winter."

"You don't come to see us, but we know you left it outside the door."

Ling Yu didn't dare to look at Tang Yuan, but could only look at the tombstone.

"Your senior sister's health has not been very good since she survived the thunderstorm," Tang Yuan said, "Now it is considered to be the end of her life, so you don't need to be too sad."

Tang Yuan handed Ling Yu a carving knife: "Before she left, she said that if you come, you will carve for her."

After finishing speaking, he left, which was also what Fu Shuang had told him to do.

The snowflakes fell on Ling Yu's eyelashes, and after being melted by the heat of her skin, they turned into drops of water and slid down.

It looked like she was crying.

Ling Yu felt stuffy in her heart, and she couldn't tell what it was like.

She has lived in vain for tens of thousands of years, but she really doesn't understand emotions.

Fushuang died, her heart seemed to have been dug out, it was very painful and dull.

She touched her face, and the drops of melted snowflakes stuck to her fingertips.

Everyone will shed tears when they encounter sad things.

But she won't, when Qing Ruo died, she was very sad, and she didn't have a single tear.

At that time, she would hate and complain, but she didn't have this kind of feeling that her heart was stuffy.

She thought, maybe it was the reason why she had no one to hate this time.

Ling Yu got up and walked to the tombstone, picked up the carving knife and carved it stroke by stroke.

Fushuang was very kind to her.

She once came to Jinsha Remains with hatred for everyone and everything in the world.

Unexpectedly, the first person she met calmed down her violence and savagery.

Let her be willing to calm down and feel everything around her.

Fushuang was very gentle, and would always bandage her wounds and bring her various small pastries from the market at the foot of the mountain.

When she coaxed Ling Yu, it was like coaxing a child.

It's a pity that she couldn't survive the thunder disaster and died in this snowy day.

The way of heaven is so ruthless, the ugly will always exist in the world, and the beautiful will perish in an instant.

Ling Yu finished carving the tombstone, threw the carving knife away, and turned and went down the mountain.

Wen Jingchan originally thought that she would go back to Qingcheng Mountain, but she did not expect that she walked from the world to Huangquan Ferry.

This is not a place that ordinary ascetics can find. Even if they find it, the soul guide at the ferry will not send people to the underworld at will.

On the way here, Ling Yu specially changed her clothes, and she was black from head to toe. She also caught many hawks and plucked the few black feathers from them.

Wen Jingchan watched Ling Yu weave those black feathers together and turned it into a cloud shoulder to wear.

He didn't know what she wanted to do, so he could only follow her to Huangquan Ferry.

At the ferry, there are many boats drifting on the water of Wangchuan full of flowers from the other shore. Ling Yu stood on the shore, thinking for a moment and conjured up a sword.

Without saying a word, she swung a sword, which caused the water in Wangchuan to be choppy.

"Li Feng," Ling Yu said, "you still haven't come to meet the deity?"

The soul guides at Huangquan Ferry didn't know Ling Yu, but they didn't dare to act rashly after seeing this battle.

On the other side of the river, a small red boat was paddling over, and a man with glaring eyes stood at the bow.

His eyebrows and beard are very thick, and his complexion is too red to look like a normal person.

If Wen Jingchan has read folk picture books, he will know that this person is Li Feng, the ruler of the underworld who is in charge of the underworld.

When he came, he was aggressive, but when he saw Ling Yu, he was a little panicked.

Wen Jingchan remembered that the Xingjun who was in charge of Futu Ti also looked like this.

"Lingzun is here," Li Feng even saluted her, and asked her respectfully, "What's your business?"

A petal from the other shore that was rolled up by the sword energy fell on her shoulder, and Li Feng got off the boat to guide her forward: "Why don't you go to the mansion to reminisce about the past?"

With Ling Yu's current level of cultivation, how could he really go to the underworld, I'm afraid he would be torn apart by resentment before he passed the gate of hell.

"Mortal life book." Ling Yu stretched out his hand towards him.

Li Feng froze for a moment: "This, this is a bit embarrassing for Xiaojun."

He took off the petals from Ling Yu's shoulders, and cupped his hands towards her: "Spiritual Venerable, take pity on me, I'm just an earthly immortal, I really dare not offend the gods in the sky."

"Bring it." Ling Yu didn't give him room to discuss, and only demanded his death.

"Otherwise," Li Feng said, "Lingzun, come with me, and I'll take you in. The fate book is on my desk, and you snatched it, so I can have an explanation."

Ling Yu squinted at Li Feng, his eyes were cold and sharp: "It's your turn to discuss with this deity?"

There are many ghosts and errands at Huangquan Ferry, and Li Feng doesn't know why this Shaohao is embarrassing himself here.

Who knew that Ling Yu really couldn't go to Hades with him, and she was a little powerless here.

"This deity only changes the fate of one person," she said to Li Feng, "Leave after changing."

Li Feng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that she didn't come to tear up the fate book.

He took out the life book that he claimed was on the desk from his pocket, and put it in Ling Yu's hand.

Ling Yu looked into his eyes and made his back sweat continuously: "This, this, Xiaojun also suddenly remembered that he had brought it with him."

"Look for a disciple of Mount Qingcheng named Fushuang in this life," Ling Yu said, "I want her to be prosperous and prosperous in the next ten lives, with peace and happiness."

Li Feng couldn't do this anymore, the murderous Shaohao Lingzun actually made such a request.

Seeing that he was still not moving, Ling Yu poked the life book on his chest.

Under the spine of the book is where the fairy bones and spirit roots of the land lord are located.

He trembled in fright, and quickly opened his life book to find the person Ling Yu had mentioned.

According to Ling Yu's wishes, Li Feng wrote Fu Shuang's fate one by one, and turned the notebook upside down for her to check.

"Is Lingzun satisfied?" Li Feng asked.

Ling Yu roughly glanced at it, either the princess princess or the richest man Zhangzhu or the only daughter of the general.

She turned around and disappeared without saying a word, leaving only Li Feng breathing out a long sigh.