Chapter 1281

The night sky is deep and the stars are like dust.

Ye Chen took Lin's poetry and painting to a mountain stream and gently wiped the dirt on her cheek with a handkerchief.

Lin Shihua didn't resist. He was still staring at Ye Chen. His hands were still clenching the unfinished steamed bread. Sometimes he would take a hard bite and devour it, as if he had not eaten for a long time.

Ye Chen looked at the nose sour, eyes still have tears flashing.

He vaguely remembers that a hundred years ago, she was also a woman of extraordinary splendor. However, in order to save him, she performed the psychic forbidden technique, and the curtain fell on qingluan's back and in his arms.

Now, where is Lin's poetry and painting of a hundred years ago? Her eyes are full of fear, and her whole body is full of marks of damned years, leaving her in ruins.

I'm late!

Ye Chen gently stroked the clean cheek, he brushed away the dirt for her, but could not erase the traces of vicissitudes.

On one side, the Dragon looked at it quietly, but his heart could not bear it.

Lin Shi Hua is the only disciple of Taixu Gulong. If we talk about the seniority, he is also the martial uncle of Lin Shi Hua.

Oh!

With a sigh, the Dragon received his thoughts and looked at Ye Chen, "why not open the memory of previous life for her?"

"It's not that it doesn't work, it doesn't work." Ye Chen shook his head gently.

"No? What do you mean

"She lacks one soul and three spirits." Ye Chen said slowly, "I guess it is related to her taboo channeling in her previous life. She sacrificed one soul and three spirits to the underworld, so that after reincarnation, his one soul and three spirits are still in the ethereal underworld."

"The underworld." The Dragon frowned as if knowing how it existed.

"For this reason, as a friar, she was in a state of unconsciousness and did not know how to absorb aura, so she had to use food to satisfy her hunger." Ye Chen once again said, "such as her lack of soul and soul, can not open the memory of the past life, if forced to open, she is mostly out of her wits."

"It's a little difficult."

"You are the ghost of the Dragon Emperor. There should be a way." Ye Chen looks at Long Yi.

"The way is not without it." Long Yi pondered, "summon the missing one soul and three spirits with her only two souls and four spirits. However, the underworld is not an ordinary existence. It is not in the same plane with the world we live in. Even if it is the great emperor, it is difficult to communicate. It needs a spirit summoning array interwoven with soul and soul. If her missing soul and three spirits have been destroyed, even I can't help it."

"Give it a try."

"Well, I'll get ready." One of the ways to draw out of the valley is to use the mysterious force of the mountain to depict the deep-seated and mysterious veins.

Here, ye Chen has already got up and gently removed Lin's shabby clothes. There is nothing left.

In the moonlight, the carcass of Lin's poems and paintings is exquisite but dirty.

Ye Chen picked her up, without any evil ideas, put it into a Wang Qingquan.

The spring water rippled with soft ripples, moistened her body and hair, and constantly brushed away the dirt on her body. Under the bright moonlight, every inch of her skin was shining with luster.

After bathing, ye Chen took out a fairy dress and put on embroidered shoes for her.

Lin Shihua's delicate body is still shaking from time to time. The steamed bread in his hand has been replaced by Ye Chen as a crystal clear fruit.

Next, there is a mirror. She is sitting. He is standing, holding a sandalwood comb in his hand, gently combing his hair. "Your name is Lin Shihua, a disciple of hengyuezong of big Chu. Your master is Taixu gulong, your senior brother is Ye Chen, and you have a qingluan beast..."

Ye Chen is combing and talking, his words are soft, for fear of scaring Lin Shi Hua.

Lin Shi Hua!

Taixu Gulong!

Ye Chen!

Qingluan!

Lin Shihua murmured to herself, quietly listening to Ye Chen's words. She looked at herself in the mirror, looking confused and confused. This may be the first time that she looked at herself like this, and also the first time she knew what she looked like, familiar and strange.

The stars are bright and the moonlight is bright.

This picture is very warm, just like the groom dressing his wife.

When the Dragon came, he couldn't help sighing.

However, when he glanced at the mirror, his eyes narrowed slightly, because there was only Lin Shi Hua in the mirror, not ye Chen.

Thinking that he was wrong, Long Yi rubbed his eyes in a hurry and went to see it again. He was sure that he was not wrong. There was only Lin Shi Hua in the mirror, but ye Chen, who did not comb her hair.

The Dragon frowned and looked at Ye Chen, "what's your situation? Why can't the mirror show you?"

"I'm handsome!" Ye Chen shrugged.

"I'm not kidding you." The dragon's eyes almost narrowed into a line, gathering a sharp light, staring at Ye Chen, as if to find a clue from ye Chen's body.

However, he did not find anything wrong, and his brow was deeper.Ye Chen laughs and doesn't speak. He combs Lin's beautiful hair like water waves. Then he doesn't forget to put a pearl hairpin on her well pulled hair. This is the end.

Lin Shihua looked at himself in the mirror and laughed foolishly. He also ate a bite of lingguo.

Ye Chen took out the wine pot and poured a mouthful of it. Then he looked at the dragon and said, "the summoning spirit array is ready."

The dragon one gently nods, still full of eyes deep meaning looking at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen poured a pot of wine into his stomach, which led to Lin's poems and paintings and went straight to the mountain stream.

In the open space of the mountain stream, there is a huge array of thirty Zhangs in diameter, which is full of ancient divine patterns. There is also a kind of power that makes Ye Chen unable to explain clearly the road, as if it did not belong to this world.

Sit up!

Ye Chen smiles gently at Lin Shi Hua.

Lin Shihua stepped back a little timidly, but when she saw Ye Chen smiling at her, she went up again and sat in the center of the array. Her delicate body began to shiver and looked around in horror.

The Dragon took a deep breath and began to pinch the fingerprints quickly. The fingerprints were so complicated that ye Chen even smacked his tongue.

Call the spirit, go!

As the Dragon rebukes one by one, his fingerprints freeze.

As his handprint was fixed, the spirit calling array was opened, and the divine patterns on it began to flow. One after another, they bloomed with brilliant brilliance and began to overflow with mysterious power.

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, opened the immortal's eyes, and fixed his eyes on the summoning spirit array.

For some reason, the power of this spirit summoning array is very similar to that of a man who once used it.

Hum!

The spirit summoning array was humming, and the spirit of the array gathered on Lin's poems and paintings.

Oh!

Lin Shi Hua, holding his head, murmured in pain.

Soon, she has a gorgeous Fairy Light straight into the ethereal sky night, through the sky and the earth.

Ye Chen subconsciously raised his face, quietly staring at the ethereal.

There, there is a vortex emerging, constantly rotating, also growing larger, the other side of the vortex, communication is a dark world, dark and quiet, like a space black hole, can not see the end.

It can be heard that the dark and lonely world is full of the howling of fierce ghosts, as well as the power of the dark.

Is that the underworld?

Ye Chen murmured, even if he just looked at it, he had a feeling that his mind would be swallowed up.

Don't look back!

Dragon Yi, who is in charge of the array, suddenly gives a cold rebuke.

Needless to say, ye Chen has also taken back his eyes. There is a wisp of black blood flowing out of the corner of his left eye. The underworld is mysterious and powerful. It is an unknown existence, which makes his heart tremble.

Oh!

Lin's poems and paintings in the array are still murmuring in pain, and their souls always have the posture to rush out.

Ye Chen frowns and looks at Long Yi.

The Dragon looked pale, but he still maintained the array. "The underworld is too big, and there are too many spirits of death. Even if there are souls, it is hard to find them. It takes time, and it is not up to you and me."

"Poetry and painting won't last long." Ye Chen said in a hurry.

"Of course I know." Dragon took a look at poetry and painting, and then glanced at the ethereal, "or too small to see the underworld."

"Such as the heaven and the universe, the dead can not be reincarnated, whether they want to return to the underworld after death." Ye Chen asked.

"Not really." Long Yi said slowly, "in his later years, the supreme one also used the anti worldly God channel to pass through the underworld, so that we could see a corner of the underworld. There are living beings in the underworld. The emperor Taixu called it the spirit of death. The underworld also has the same existence as the emperor. After death, some people may return to the underworld, but there are very few people like that."

"The world is full of unknowns."