Chapter 3: Rebirth

In the mist, a person without a heart walked.

Lan Ling's feet no longer hurt, and her soles felt soft. She lowered her head and stepped on a sea of ​​flowers. It turned out to be the soul-attracting flowers.

Aren't soul-attracting flowers red? Why is it white here?

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, it was the Naihe Bridge.

Naihe Bridge: It is a legendary bridge leading to the underworld in folk belief. "Naihe" is the name of the river in hell according to Buddhism. If a person wants to be reincarnated after death, they must pass through this bridge and drink Meng Po's soup. After drinking Meng Po’s soup, they forgot their memories on earth and was reincarnated.

In the small pavilion on the bridge, a beautiful woman sat upright, wearing a white cloud dress and a soul-attracting flower by her ear.

"We meet again, but now you have become a person without a heart." She looked at Lan Ling with pity in her eyes.

"Who are you, young lady?" Lan Ling asked.

"Meng Po."

"Isn't Meng Po an old woman?" Lan Ling was surprised that Meng Po turned out to be so beautiful.

"Don’t people have to use their ears, eyes, noses, and mouths to observe the things in this world and then pass into the heart? You have to use your heart to understand people and things. You only use your ears, and you think I'm an old woman? That’s why you became a heartless person, young lady."

"Your teaching is correct. It’s just that Lan Ling is a little unwilling to let go."

Meng Po picked up a white jade bowl from in front of her, "Drink it, drink it, and all the things that can't be let go, those loves, hates, sadness, and unwillingness will be forgotten."

"It’s the forget love water. But I can't drink it. So many people have died for me. I can't forget them. Can you help me, young lady?" Lan Ling stepped back.

"If you want to go back for revenge, you can't. Everything happens for a reason." She refused.

"No, no revenge, I want to go back to protect the people that I love." Lan Ling thought of her grandfather, uncle, Lixia, Qiaochun, and Ling Chen, whose life or death is still unknown to her.

Meng Po looked up at her and sighed, "Do you know that protecting your lover will hurt you all over? Are you willing to do that?"

"Yes."

"Then we need to exchange. If you don't want to forget this life, that's fine. But you and that person have gone through two lives without recognizing each other. Fate only lasts for three lives. For the last life, I will help so that you don’t have to reincarnate. But you must recognize each other and love each other. Otherwise, you will have to return to this Naihe Bridge and make the forget love water for me, and never reincarnate. Do you agree, young lady?"

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"I agree. I have spent two lives with that person? Are you talking about Ling Feng?" Lan Ling was surprised.

"The secret cannot be revealed. You have to find your lover by yourself. But how come you agreed so quickly? Do you know how to make the forget love water?"

"Lan Ling doesn't know, but I’m sure it's better than being betrayed by someone."

"The forget love water requires one drop of fresh tear, two cents of old tears, three parts of bitter tears, four cups of regretful tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, and seven feet of separation tears. The eighth ingredient is your handful of sad tears. You have to offer me these sad tears every day, are you willing?"

"Lan Ling is willing."

"Okay, leave a lock of your hair and drink this cup of rebirth soup. You will forget me, forget everything here, forget the agreement between us, but you will remember your past life. Go."

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Lan Ling opened her eyes again.

What came into her view was a round, chubby face. "Miss, what did you dream about? You cried like that; you even have tears. It's amazing that you can cry into tears in your dreams!"

"Lixia? Are you Lixia? Why are you here?" Lan Ling hugged Lixia tightly. She knew that Lixia had died long ago. When Lixia was framed by Lan Yu, she was beaten to death in order to protect her.

"Miss, I've been here since I was a child. What's wrong with you? Are you confused?"

Lan Ling let her go and looked around. The familiarity of this place made her heart tremble. This was her house in Moshan, the boudoir of her youth. Many times, in her dreams at midnight, she returned here again, living a free life in this mountain.

"Why, after I died, did I come back here? Is it because I missed this place so much?"

"Miss, don't scare me. You won’t die that easily. You just fell from a tree. Your brain is not damaged, is it?" Lixia said as she reached out to touch Lan Ling's forehead.

The door suddenly opened and a little girl in green ran in.

"Miss, are you awake? That's great. Today is a good day!"

"Qiaochun, you’re here too? Is the scar on your face gone?" Lan Ling reached out and picked up Qiaochun, touched her face, and looked at her.

In her previous life, Lan Qin cut a large gash on her right cheek, leaving her face disfigured.

"Miss, my skin has always been very good, how can there be any scars?"

Lan Ling closed her eyes. Is this all a dream? This dream is too long and too real that she still feel a pain in her chest!

Lan Ling pinched her thigh and it hurt so much.

Outside the window, the dark mountains in late autumn with the red, orange, yellow and green made a beautiful sight. Could it be that I am not dead? Or am I alive again?

"Miss, there is another good news. Your father is here! You have always wanted to know who your father is. Do you know who your father is?" Qiaochun looked happy.

Lan Ling was stunned.

"What month and day is it today?"

"It's the tenth day of the eight month. What's wrong with you, young lady?" Qiaochun was a little disappointed when she saw that her joy did not infect Lan Ling.

"The tenth day of the eight month?" Lan Ling remembered that six years ago, it was on the tenth day of the eight month that her father Lan Jingtian took her away from Moshan, and her desperate life began from then on.

"What is the country's name now?"

"Dachang, Miss, what happened to you? Did you forget everything after the fall?"

"Are my grandpa and uncle still alive?"

"Of course! Miss, don't scare us!" Qiaochun frowned, leaned over to look at Lan Ling, with a worried look on her face.

Lan Ling suddenly sat up and hugged Qiaochun and Lixia tightly in her arms.

"It's great that you're all alive!"

She let go of the stunned girls and staggered towards the bronze mirror. In the mirror was a small, slightly childish face with curved eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. Her face was delicate and white, without any traces of vicissitudes of life. But her eyes were like autumn water and as deep as the sea.

This is a girl of stunning beauty, like a lily covered with morning dew. This is not the resentful woman who has experienced betrayal and hurt and had her heart cruelly gouged out.

"I'm really still alive." Lan Ling was overwhelmed with emotions.

Maybe it was because I had too much resentment that God allowed me to live again? Lan Ling realized that she had returned to her youth.

"Miss, the hall master asks you to go to Baihui Hall immediately." A maid came in hurriedly to report.

"Miss, the hall master must want you to meet your biological father!" Qiaochun came up, "Miss's biological father is..."

"I understand." Lan Ling said lightly.

"I haven't told you who it is yet!" Qiaochun opened her eyes wide.

Lan Ling knew that her grandfather wanted her to meet her biological father, Lan Jingtian, the Grand Marshal of Daxing Kingdom.

She must not go with him this time. If she doesn't go to the Marshal's Mansion, she won't meet Ling Feng and Ling Chen, and there won't be any disasters in the future.

"Go report to the hall master and tell him that I haven't woken up yet," Lan Ling instructed Lixia.

"Qiaochun, come with me. I'm going to find my master. Lixia, if the hall master comes to ask, just pretend you know nothing."

Lan Ling quickly packed her bag and put on the huge ring called Meiying on the index finger of her left hand.

"Miss, why are we leaving? Haven't you always wanted to see your father? He is the marshal of Daxing Kingdom! It’s really, very impressive!" Qiaochun couldn't understand why her young lady, who always wanted to see her father, was acting so abnormal today.

"Don't ask. Anyway, if we see him, we will all die. So, at least today, we can't meet."

Lan Ling's master Yao Lin is a hermit, and the locals call him the Medical Immortal. He lives in Qinglong Mountain. He usually travels around the world and rarely stays in the mountains.

Lan Ling thought that maybe her master would believe in her rebirth. She had many questions to ask her master.

Lan Ling took Qiaochun and sneaked out of Moshan through the back door.

As soon as they entered the entrance of Qinglong Mountain, Lan Ling suddenly saw a man in black huddled in the grass behind the rocks in front of her. She immediately pulled Qiaochun down.

The man in black leaned against the rock, holding a sword in his left hand and wearing a silver eagle mask. He was injured, with blood dripping from his right arm and blood oozing from his abdomen.

Lan Ling saw shadowy figures in front of her. The man walking in front looked fair-skinned, with thin eyes and long eyebrows, and was handsome, but his expression was gloomy.

Lan Ling was stunned. She took a deep breath and stayed there. Although he was far away, Lan Ling still recognized him immediately. It was Ling Feng. At this time, he should still be Ning Wang.

Ning Wang: Ling Feng’s title, which means King Ning. The sons of a Chinese emperor were titled kings.

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