Fan Wei was fascinated, and hurriedly asked: "What's the problem?" Nie Jingya said with emotion: "One day in the world, one year in the underworld, and the time in hell is even longer. When the pharmacist committed suicide, it was close to dawn, so the time in the underworld was actually It has been a long time. When he rushed to the lookout stage, he encountered a familiar back, but he was eager to find his deceased wife and ignored it. In fact, the familiar back was the deceased wife who had experienced the torment of purgatory and was ready to reincarnate. The Absolute Pharmacist found Hades, and Hades told him that the only way to meet his deceased wife in the next life was to reincarnate on the snow lotus and wait for the deceased wife’s discovery. The pharmacist agreed without hesitation and reincarnated as a snow lotus, quietly Waiting for the arrival of the dead wife, this time is twenty years. Finally one day, the dead wife appeared, but the dead wife did not pick the snow lotus, because another medicinal picker quickly climbed. In this way, through countless reincarnations, They met and separated countless times, and the two did not meet again. Finally, the pharmacist put everything down and reincarnated, he fell in love with another woman, gave birth to a daughter again, and continued to nurture snow lotus. When the daughter married, The pharmacist and his wife removed the snow lotus together
, Make a secret medicine, give her daughter to marry. "
Speaking of this, Nie Jingya stopped talking.
Fan Wei sighed lightly and said with emotion: "His dead wife is attached to the snow lotus?" Nie Jingya shook her head and said helplessly: "The daughter of the medicine master in this life is actually his dead wife. He personally took his dead wife. It was given to another man. This is how things are in the world, especially love. Once you miss it, you may never meet again, even in reincarnation. Each medicine master
The joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the world are concentrated on the snow lotus. Therefore, each petal of the snow lotus has a different color, and it eventually becomes the seven-color flower of today. "It's a tragic legend. Duan Lin told Fan Wei at the beginning that if there are seven colors in this world, he will truly love Fan Wei. I am afraid it is also because the seven colors represent the love that will never turn back once you miss it. Duan Lin If you know that you will never meet Fan Wei again in the future, you will be here
In this life, desperate to fall in love with Fan Wei courageously.
Fan Wei didn't know if Qi-SeYu existed, but one thing was certain. Duan Lin's love for Fan Wei really existed, even if it was only hidden in his heart, he didn't dare to fuck.
Sorrow and sorrow filled her heart, Fan Wei couldn't hold back, a tear slipped down. It turns out that the reason why Nie Jingya is so important to Duan Lin is only because Nie Jingya has the answer Duan Lin has been pursuing. Duan Lin’s answer is that Qi-color chrysanthemum does not exist, which leads to the conclusion that whether Duan Lin can be reincarnated as a person and meet Fan Wei again, or will never meet again, only this
I love fiercely.
Fan Wei quietly wiped away her tears and looked at Nie Jingya. Although she tried her best to conceal it, she couldn't hide the slight crying in her mouth: "So, does Qisele flower exist?"
Nie Jingya sighed: "There is no evidence to show that Qi-SeFang exists. Everything about it just stays in the legend. Otherwise, Duan Lin would not give me such a long period of ten years."
Hearing this, Fan Wei suddenly realized a question, and grabbed Nie Jingya's shoulder: "Since Duan Lin asked you to look for Qisele, it means that the question he has been buried in his heart has not yet been answered! Before knowing the answer , Is he really going to die?"
Nie Jingya was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "I know you are sad, but the problem is that all of us have watched Duan Lin's soul fly away. For ghosts, the word soul fly away is the ultimate death... I can understand you. In the mood, but Duan Lin is afraid..."
Fan Wei shook his head repeatedly: "No, before he knows the answer, he will definitely not die! At least he will not die so thoroughly!"
Nie Jingya comforted: "Since you can't accept the fact that Duan Lin is dead for the time being, you should treat him as alive, as long as you can feel better in your heart."
It's not just as simple as not acknowledging the facts! But Duan Lin won't die like this before determining whether Qi Se Fan is alive! Seven-color pansy is the ironclad proof!
Thinking of this, Fan Wei quickly turned around, hurriedly left the park, and headed to Tingtao Pavilion as quickly as possible.
Arrived at Tingtao Pavilion at noon, when the sun was the most poisonous of the day, but Tingtao Pavilion was as desolate and dilapidated as ever, even gloomy, as if nothing had happened.
Fan Wei passed through the desolate courtyard and opened the door to enter the Tingtao Pavilion. As a result, a thick smoke came over her face. The smoke came from the center of the hall. Where the butler was squatting, there was a copper basin in front of him with flames burning in it, as if something was burning.
Seeing Fan Wei, the butler nodded slightly at Fan Wei and sighed: "I knew you would come back."
Fan Wei did not pay attention to the housekeeper for the first time, but walked quickly to the housekeeper and found that the things the housekeeper burned were all belonging to Duan Lin!
"What are you doing?" Fan Wei asked in surprise.
The butler sighed lightly: "The master is no longer. These are the master's relics and burned to him."
As soon as these words came out, Fan Wei couldn't help but frown: "Duan Lin is a ghost in the first place, why should he use a human funeral to worship him? Besides, soul flying is the ultimate death, even if it is burned, he will not receive these things. Right?"
The housekeeper was stunned, but the stunned expression on his face was fleeting: "It's just a thought, don't get me wrong."
Fan Wei knelt down, staring into the eyes of the housekeeper, and questioned every word: "Duan Lin is really dead?"
The butler lowered his head, burning his clothes, and said in a deep voice: "The master is dead, you should stop disturbing his purity. To be honest, after the curse is released and the emotion is restored, the person I hate most is you. If it wasn't you, how could the master end up like this?"
Fan Wei felt guilty and said with guilt: "I admit that I killed Duan Lin, but..." Before Fan Wei finished speaking, the housekeeper shook his hand: "Now that I admit it, the other things are meaningless. Master. Do everything to seal Zhou Mengdie and protect your safety. If you have such a trace of gratitude to the master in your heart, you will cherish the hard-won life in front of you.
Don't waste the master's pains. "
Fan Wei couldn't help clenching his fist, and said with dry lips: "I don't believe he died like this! He is Duan Lin! He is death himself, and death itself cannot die!"
The steward's hand stopped for a while, and slowly raised his head to look at Fan Wei, and asked: "Even if the master is still alive, he doesn't love you, why should you bother yourself with mediocrity?" "What if I find Qisehuan?" Finish)