Hidden God

Chapter One

There is a road at the foot, bluestone paving, and the life and death of the gully, which is called the yellow spring.

Looking up at a river, the dark green river water reflects this life, it is Wangchuan.

A bridge on the river, with fate as the step, forgotten all the dust and fame.

There is a stone at the end, and when you look back on one's rebirth, the dust will be broken, that is, the three lives.

Huangquan Road, Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge, Sansheng Stone.

Destiny is reversed, reincarnation is long, stop, stop.

Look, these few sentences are so generous, transparent, and heavy! It's a pity that it was accompanied by a small tune from Jiangnan Wu Nong's soft language, and it was named "Why Both".

These few words have been floating in the sparkling Wang Chuan for a year. When Ah Yin first saw it, it was really shocked for a few days. Only when she saw the hanging ghost floating in Wangchuan humming this Jiangnan soft tune with a long tongue, and poking her heart like a thunder, she no longer had any illusions about the world song that the ghost world is proud of.

After Ah Yin died, the thing she felt most regrettable from the bottom of her heart was this.

It is said that this term was made by Ao Ge, the lord of the ghost world, in order to keep the three realms living on the Naihe Bridge who had been thinking hard for a hundred years. On the Day of Dacheng, Ao Ge amnesty the ghost world and invites the fairy demon of the three worlds to congratulate him. As soon as the word came out, it spread in the Three Realms for a while. Everyone was proud and compassionate of the ghost king, and she was full of admiration. It's a pity that the banquet went on for a few days, and the hanged ghosts in the hall leaned against the Jiangnan minor in the small hall of the banquet hall and sang for a few days in colorful costumes. When the banquet was over, the fairy demon king who participated in the banquet was carried out of the ghost world by the ghost chase, regardless of the depth of his way.

Ever since the ancient true **** Bai Ju used his body to pay homage to the Tribulation of Chaos, and the ancient world was closed again, in the Eight Desolations that have been calm for hundreds of years, this is the most absurd thing to count.

Of course, the superb appearance of the ghost king Ao Ge has also spread to everyone in the sky and the earth, and the beautiful fairy demon flying around in the underworld in Chengri suddenly increased.

Ever since Ah Yin had learned the tragic experience of the celestial demon from which little devil's mouth was broken, the heart that had been pierced by Diying finally became relieved.

Seeing that it's a little farther around, let's go back to the Naihe Bridge on Wangchuan.

In fact, no one is so mysterious and terrible. The Naihe Bridge at the end of Huangquan Road is just an ordinary slab bridge. The only thing that is rare is that this bridge connects the cycle of life and death.

There is a green stone table in the middle of the bridge with a green bowl on it, and I see that the life is good. Sitting lazily on the bridge was a ghost with a green robe. Turn your head, oh ho, this skin is not covered, every day the soul of Naihe Bridge falls into Wangchuan because of this person's appearance.

This ghost is wearing a brocade crown on his head, the cuffs are inlaid with pure gold thread, and the belt is hung with Nantian warm jade. Just a robe, it takes a hundred years of silk from Yunxi Mountain's fairy silkworm to be woven, and the skin on the black boots is sturdyly taken from the body of the cloud swallowing beast from the demon world. In a word, this person is not right, this ghost is pretty and expensive.

"Yo, Ayin, you're back, come and talk to me for a while!"

Maybe it’s because God has a good life in the past few days. There are not many people who die. However, the ghost has fallen in the sky. This ghost is boring. When he looks back at the familiar face coming from the bridge, his mouth is raised, and the whole face is suddenly bright. If the chrysanthemum.

Ayin glanced at him slowly, then walked up the stone steps, and stopped beside the ghost with two legs dangling. Slowly stretched out his hand and only raised his eyes a little bit, "Give it to me, remember to warm it up. "

Three-year-old children know what to drink on Naihe Bridge. Unexpectedly, the ghost shook his head, a thousand unhappy, Baba looked at her and blinked to ask for credit, "Ayin, don't panic, let's chat, this time I entrusted you to the richest royal, you Life will always be a happy life, with power, and Qiaoerlang too!"

Seeing that Ah Yin didn’t respond, he touched his chin and pinched his fingers. “It’s not right. You were only seventeen or eight years ago when you were sent away last time. You are a princess of a country. Why did you die so early? The air can't resist your bad luck? Or is that cowardly courageous? Are you dying of grief again?"

He said that he was going to touch the sparkling waves of Wangchuan to see Ah Yin's situation in this life. Ayin Yinsi looked up and took a look at him, "Xiuyan Guijun, don’t have to look at it. The cohort in this life is a good man, but he got seriously ill as soon as I got married and went away within a year. I’m a princess. It's true, but I can't stand the reputation of Koff, caught the wind and cold, and died of illness."

She spoke calmly, as if she was talking about other people's lives.

This ghost calling for Xiuyan is not surprised, and smiles gently: "Then you don't have to be reborn, Ayin, you are a destined ghost, I see you stay in the underworld and guard me Huangquan Road is good!"

Ayin snorted, seeing Xiuyan alone, and thinking about it, he jumped onto the bridge and couldn't help but bury Tai: "What you said when I was reincarnated in my last life, this time I will live a long and peaceful life. Le, you don't think it's a horrible life!"

Xiuyan is quite innocent, "I can't blame me for this, your fate is already the most wealthy in the world!"

Ayin snorted and sighed, holding his chin in melancholy.

Yes, I can't complain, I'm all entrusted to the royal family! Is it true that as Xiuyan said, she was destined to kill her, destined to be a broom?

Ayin is a ghost, or a very old ghost. Although his appearance was ordinary, he was lucky enough to hug the thigh of Xiuyan Guijun, who has the name "Ghost Seeing Sorrow" in the underworld.

As the old saying goes, "The king is good to see, and the little ghost is hard to deal with." Immortals, demons and monsters can't escape reincarnation. The status of ghosts guarding Huangquan Road in the Three Realms has been subtle since ancient times. Since when Xiuyan stayed at Naihe Bridge is impossible to test, I only heard that Xiuyan Ghost Lord has an unfathomable appearance in addition to being angry and resentful. Such a mysterious and powerful Qiaoguijun willing to stay at the head of Naihe Bridge for hundreds of thousands of years is also a rare thing.

The fate between him and Ayin is that there are some drops of water that pierced through the iron rod and turned into needles.

Ayin is a ghost who doesn't remember the past. This is a bit wrong after careful consideration. Ayin just doesn't remember her past in the ghost world.

Ghosts are invisible, and they transform into form by the way. Ayin knew that her soul was shattered from the memory, and she didn't even have the qualifications to reincarnate. She would be raised in the bottom of the underworld for a hundred years before she could transform into a big girl. Everywhere in the world is the weak and the strong. She was able to condense her soul into shape, and she really suffered something unknown to outsiders.

She considers herself open-minded, her soul is gone, and she has forgotten the awful things that appeared in the underworld inexplicably. After she made up her mind to set foot on the innocent reincarnation of Naihe Bridge, she didn't bother to think about it anymore.

Xiuyan didn't notice her at first. There are thousands of ghosts in the underworld. How could he remember an inconspicuous female ghost, but he couldn't bear Ah Yin's weird and sad life, and he stood on the Naihe Bridge for the fifteenth time. After holding back his anger and asking him if he could give a good life, Xiuyan had such a slight impression of her. It was also due to the fate of the two. Xiuyan Guijun, who always looked at Gaoding and indifferent to everyone, gave Ah Yin a good face, and even took pains to watch her road to reincarnation. From this look, Xiuyan was intrigued.

It has been more than three hundred years since Ah Yin was reincarnated for the first time, and Naihe Bridge has gone through more than a dozen times. In each life, he must live no more than twenty, and he will die for love. Xiuyan discovers that she is a strange ghost. Others have drunk Mengpo soup and walked over Naihe Bridge. The past life has been forgotten, and every life is empty and white. Well, she didn't remember when she was reborn as a human being. Once her braids became ghosts, her life in the past would be recounted in her mind.

The first few times Ah Yin could bear it when he walked the Naihe Bridge, he quietly drank Meng Po Tang and went on the road. Until the fifteenth reincarnation, I finally couldn't help but bear the burden.

When you are alive, you will decline. If you die, you will remember the fate of each life. Even if Ah Yin is a ghost who has only tossed to death, she still feels that God is a bit unkind.

The ghost of Xiuyan has guarded the Naihe Bridge for thousands of years, and has never seen such a ghost abandoned by people and gods. Besides, the ghosts he faces every day are lifeless ghosts waiting to be reborn, and none of them can remember every encounter in the underworld like Ah Yin, so the two of them feel irresistible when they come and go.

It is said that “there are people in the government that are easy to handle”, and Ayin is not implicit, and has been forcing Xiuyan to find good people for her in the past few lives. Xiuyan is accustomed to things, and I don't believe that Ah Yin is so unlucky. He is very concerned about this matter. I find it better in my first life than in my first life. So after another ten lives, no, this time, she will be sent to the royal family.

It's a pity that for five hundred years, this hapless ghost girl still has such a bad luck!

It's only been eighteen years now, and I've got another braid.

"Ayin." Xiuyan stretched out **** to poke Ayin's shoulder, then pointed upwards, "I think you are born with a predestined relationship with the underworld, and you are not suitable for being a person, so just be a ghost. If it's a chance. Properly and cultivate well, you may be able to achieve Consummation in the future and ascend to the God Realm."

Ayinbai glanced at him and snorted: "Xiuyan, you treat me as the little devil back then. In the past few hundred years, even Shangjun has rarely appeared in the Three Realms, let alone God!"

The **** realm mentioned by Xiuyan is the ancient realm, and it is completely in two dimensions with the three realms. I heard that to enter the **** realm, at least a half-god mana is required. She is a low-level ghost, so she can have such delusions and good luck!

Xiuyan is used to nonsense, this time the nonsense is a bit far away.

Xiuyan touched his nose, a little bit ridiculous, but not reconciled, "Oh, girl, even if you don't ascend to the God Realm, it's not bad to stay in the underworld. These years, the ghost king has treated the underworld like a paradise, don't believe it."

He said inviting credit and waved towards Wangchuan, the sparkling water dispersed, and the splendid scene of the corner of the underworld appeared in front of the two of them.

There is always only dark night in the netherworld. At this time, the Anhua Street in front of the ghost hall is full of hustle and bustle. Hundreds of large lanterns float over the netherworld. There are stalls selling lanterns on the nearby road, and the hall of the ghost king is not far away with red lanterns and colorful silk. Ayin then remembered that the day of her death in this life was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

It's a pity that the world reunion day is when she is on the road alone.

They are all dead. These ghosts really like tossing around. Ah Yin has been tossing for five hundred years for the good fortune of his life. There is no leisure to see others comfortable, she is slanderous in her heart, wondering when to drink the soup and go on the road. Ayin yawned and turned his head to see that Xiuyan was a single figure, really pitiful, so he wanted to accompany him for a while before reincarnation.

"Ayin, do you think the underground palace is like the world? You stay and be a ghost!" Xiuyan didn't see Ayin's yawning face, and he persevered in preparing to make Ayin's ghost book an iron case.

A Yin didn't bother to pay attention to him, waved his hand perfunctorily, glanced at the corner of the water mirror inadvertently, and was slightly startled.

The bridge fell silent for a while, Xiuyan followed her eyes.

At the corner at the end of the street, a young man stood quietly.

He was dressed in white, standing upright under the peach tree on the corner of the street, and his cold and white figure smashed the eyes of the dark underworld. Countless ghosts passed by the peach tree, but did not dare to approach him for half a minute. This person is surrounded by immortal spirits, and at a glance, you can see that he is a rare upper immortal.

In the pavilions on both sides of the street, there were countless female ghosts watching him with blushing and cautiously, and there were even immortals hidden among them. According to Ayin, half of the excitement in the underground palace tonight was caused by him.

But the indifferent aura of his whole body has transformed the peach tree into his detached territory within half a meter, as if anyone who takes a look at this place more is a blessing for Sansheng.

It doesn't seem to be a simple lord, Ah Yin touched his chin, his eyes slid upward.

At one glance, Ah Yin almost fell into Wangchuan half of his body.

Oh, this look is too handsome, as well as the noble Wen Jun who swells into the bones...Ayin dares to hold the assurance of conscience with the countless eyes of her husband for more than 20 years, this immortal, is a high-class goods!