Chapter 70 Chapter 292 Parting

Suddenly footsteps sounded behind him, Ding Ying got up sadly and said: "Sir, the person who picked me up is here." Wei Ning nodded and said, "I know, I'll go and talk to them." Seeing that the yin energy in the back was getting stronger and stronger, Wei Ning opened the yin and yang eyes, and sure enough, he saw two yin servants appearing one after the other. Wei Ning cast a spell and wrote it in Yin script.The two yin and yin were very surprised. They looked at each other, and they were obviously very surprised that Wei Ning could see him. However, there are not a few people who are proficient in the law of the yang world and understand yin and yang. Obviously, this person is one of them. See After Wei Ning's request, the two men discussed for a while, and nodded heavily. The masters in the world are unpredictable, so it's better not to offend them.

Wei Ning asked the two Yin servants to wait for a while, and then cast spells on the spot. First, he used the technique of drawing the ground as a prison to trap his own body in the formation, thus forming a Tai Chi invisible to outsiders. Continuously casting spells in the formation, he took out a piece of talisman paper in his hand, and chanted the "Bright Light Curse" loudly, clapped his hands, and the talisman paper burned out, Wei Ning's whole body was shot like electricity, and after a while, another person appeared A Wei Ning, while his own deity is in the formation, like a clay bodhisattva, unable to move.

Wei Ning's method is called "Contemplating Falling Yin".It is said that Yang people can shorten the time of going to hell with this method, which is similar to sightseeing, but the time is very short. If the time is delayed, the soul will not be able to return to the body. Wei Ning went out of his body, glanced at Ding Ying, took her hand, and said, "Let's go." Ding Ying's eyes were blurred with tears, and she stood in the distance, refusing to move. After a long time, she suddenly said softly: "Sir, if you don't want me to go, I'll stay here with you."

Wei Ning sighed silently in his heart. He knew that if Ding Ying missed this opportunity, he would not know how long it would take to reincarnate again. He couldn't be so selfish and miss someone's life. Extremely unbearable, he hesitated for a while, and said slowly: "Let's go." Ding Ying's face turned pale immediately, and after a long time, she took the first step slowly, and said with a sad smile, "Sir, I'll listen to you." Then she followed behind the ghost messenger and left silently. One step, two steps, three steps, every time Ding Ying takes a step, her body trembles violently, the night wind keeps blowing so quietly, time is also passing quietly like this, Wei Ning dare not look at Ding Ying, a road, I don't know where it leads, and unknown flowers are planted on both sides, and the breeze is blowing, just like the past of Wei Ning and Ding Ying, it may come to the hearts of the two at any time.

Ding Ying didn't dare to look at Wei Ning, because she knew that if she saw him, she would never have the courage to leave this man again. "Woo..." The whistling wind blew his clothes, and Wei Ning suddenly heard an ethereal voice: There are only vines entwining trees in the mountains. Where in the world are vines entwining trees? If the vines do not entangle the trees, spring after spring will be wasted Sad and lingering, as the wind blows through the flowers on the roadside, the road behind has become farther and farther away, but the road ahead seems to have no end. Ding Ying and Wei Ning intertwined their hands, Ding Ying's body was still trembling, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would leave Wei Ning, suddenly Ding Ying stopped, looked up at Wei Ning gently, and said: " Xianggong, if there is no Qiqi, will you keep me?"

Wei Ning felt a pain in his heart again, this woman beside him, and Qiqi, Wei Ning, what virtue and ability do you have, you can have the love of two such good women at the same time, God's favor for you has reached the limit, How have you ever repaid these two women around you? One, was beaten to death by your own hands. And the other one was sent to hell by your own hands. Does your heart ache? How much he wanted to keep this woman, but he couldn't, he couldn't be so selfish. The singing came. Even the two of us have been friends for a hundred years and died at the age of ninety-seven. The lyrics on the bridge are so heartfelt, and the flowers on both sides bloom even more coquettishly. In the bleak and cold world, it seems that there is only this pair of Bi people who shouldn't be together.

Life and death. There were tears in the corners of Ding Ying's eyes, which passed away quietly, and suddenly smiled again, and said to Wei Ning, "Wei Ning, will you forget me?" It was the same question again, Wei Ning's heart was still hurting, and he whispered: "No, I will remember." "You won't, I know, because I left you a gift that you will never forget me..." Ding Ying said with a smile, but the tears kept gushing from the corners of her eyes. Aoki Xiaoqiao, an old lady next to her, held a big porcelain bowl in her hand, she seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

The atmosphere was extremely cold, I don't know if it was because of being on Huangquan Road, or because of the cold hearts of these two people. "I'm here." After Ding Ying finished speaking, she turned around sadly and looked at Wei Ning, "Thank you for coming to see me off." After speaking, Ding Ying let go of Wei Ning's hand, and walked forward, she didn't dare to turn her head, Wei Ning's body trembled, and he watched Ding Ying's figure, everything here is so quiet, the quietness is suffocating, only the ice The piercing pain kept piercing Wei Ning's heart.

The singing is still singing, and it seems that it has been singing since a thousand years ago. Who died at the age of ninety-seven and waited three years on the Naihe Bridge? This night seemed extraordinarily long and difficult. Ding Ying took one last look at Wei Ning, and after that, it was a farewell. Forget the soul soup, this life is farewell forever. No matter how passionate and lingering the love once was, it is farewell forever. In this life, it seems to have waded through thousands of mountains and rivers, but after thousands of rivers and mountains. It is farewell. Yes, whoever dies at the age of ninety-seven will wait three years on the bridge of Naihe.