I don’t know if it has some sense of warm wine or what’s wrong. Wen Nuo, who usually practices in Mengpo Village, has continued to practice, but today I can’t sit still no matter how I sit, and I always feel unspeakable joy in my heart.

Even Meng Po looked at Wen Nuo who had been wandering around her incredible ways. He said that Wen Nuo was already an adult when she died early, but why did this person keep walking in the underworld with a child's body?

Meng Po, who was thinking about it, didn't even realize that she was herself. She murmured to Wen Nuo, who looked like an old child, with her hands on her back.

After the small black cloth shoes were settled in the dark road, the round bun's face turned slightly red, and then he said to Meng Po: "I used to be controlled by an evil ghost and had a contract with the master and servant. Whatever he wanted me to be like, and what I was like. Later, after being caught by Xiaojiu and given a name, Xiaojiu didn't like to get along with adults, and children were always closer to Xiaojiu."

Listening to Wen Nuo's straight answer, Meng Po was amused and stuck to her head and hit Xuan'er, "I said, just say it, why are your face red?"

"Because, I feel that Xiaojiu is coming to pick me up." Wen Nuo put his hands on his back, shaking his head, and he really had the posture of a warlock.

But who is Meng Po? In this underworld, for thousands of years, she would not be able to make a name for this underworld. Meng Po, who slightly opened her eyelids, sniffed lightly, looking up at the moon that was always red like a fire. Her pair of dark eyes that saw through the world suddenly became a little confused.

Meng Po, who smiled slightly, continued to lower her head and play with the silk on her hands and said, "How can I take it seriously? It's better to practice hard and become a ghost cultivator, and then I can still meet you with that little wine every hundred years."

"Oh, no!" Meng Po, who was half-concealed, reached out and lifted her gauze dress, lay down on the stone bed, turned around behind her, and said half drunk and half awake: "Your little wine is from the Lord. You, haha, you are even worse than me!"

"Missing?" Wen Nuo looked at Meng Po in confusion and said, "Why am I miserable? If one day Xiaojiu really no longer thinks of me, I will drink your Meng Po soup. I will never meet you in the next life, never hope, no mercy, no fate, just hope that this life will be smooth!"

"Ha!" Listening to Wen Nuo's soft voice, Meng Po was shocked for no reason. Then he reached out and cast the spell, scooped the Meng Po soup prepared for the creatures of the Huangquan into his mouth, like a cow drinking, and the soup even flowed along the gauze dress onto the stone bed.

Wen Nuo, who had developed some cleanliness obsessed with Xiaojiu, insisted on Meng Po's drunkenness and dreaming state, and saw an alternative beauty, which was a desperate but tenacious beauty, like a red flower growing on the abyss of the underworld.

When Wen Nuo first saw the flower, she thought it was the legendary flower of the shore, but this woman, who was crazy, as beautiful as a madman, and as sick, smiled enchantingly and told him that the flower of the shore was the little red flower he was stepping on like a weed under his feet.

As for the red flowers that only grow on the Netherworld Abyss, they are varieties that Meng Po doesn't know, and they may not even know the Pope. Legend has it that it is a flower... Hey, what is it? Meng Po didn't say that day, so she couldn't guess it.

Wen Nuo, who shook her head, immediately sneezes at Meng Po, who should have fallen asleep.

This made Meng Po look at Wen Nuo, whose feet were touching the ground with a little fright, and said, "Baby, your soul body is a bit special. Your feet can touch the ground, eat things in the mortal world, and the habits of people in the mortal world. Otherwise, you can choose a physical body and keep your body back on your behalf!"

"Really?" When Wen Nuo heard this, her round eyes lit up suddenly, staring at Meng Po's eyes tightly, with expectations in her eyes.

With a "bang!", Meng Po fell directly on the stone bed again, wearing a bed of small red shoes and a golden bell staggering.

"Fake it!" After she lay down, Meng Po continued to pour Meng Po soup into her mouth. In her always gentle and evil voice, this sentence made Wen Nuo hear heroic and teasing.

"Go." Wen Nuo, who rolled her eyes directly at the man, continued to endure the excitement in her heart, "I heard that you would dress up in the house every other cycle, then put on a red dress, put on a crown, and stand next to the Mengpo soup for a day?"

"So what, so what, no!" Meng Po didn't mind such rumors, but maybe she thought at first, but now even if that person knows her, he is afraid that the one he cares about the most will not be himself.

Besides, the one who would hold his face and say that the person who is most worried is that his person is the same as what Wu Kaixin said, and is no longer his own.

"I heard you are Meng Jiangnu?" Wen Nuo continued to ask.

"Meng Jiangnu?" After reading these three words without any pause, Meng Po looked at Wen Nuo with some amusement and said, "Who did you hear?"

"On the same day, I was sold to a wealthy family as a servant. I heard from those study buddies that they also said that if there was a woman who could be so infatuated with them like Meng Jiangnu, she would have to chase the woman back even if she chased her to the underworld." Wen Nuo looked at Meng Po with a clear look in her eyes and said, "So you are really Meng Jiangnu? It's really..."

Wen Nuo didn't finish his words because Wen Nuo himself didn't want others to mention the cause of his death. Do not do to others what he did not want others to do to others. That was what Xiaojiu taught him.

"It's true that scholars in the world are the most romantic." Meng Po was not annoyed, and continued to lie on the stone bed, pressed his head with one hand, looked at Wen Nuo with his eyebrows raised and said, "Xilang is also a scholar!"

"Hmm? Is Xilang your husband?" Wen Nuo continued to ask, "Then do you miss him? Ah, no, what you just drank Mengpo soup. Everyone said that drinking Mengpo soup can forget the various aspects of your previous life. Why do you remember so clearly?"

"Ha, how could you little ghost who has been in this Huangquan for a hundred years know how long I have been in this Huangquan?" Meng Po snorted, then removed her wrist and let herself fall on the stone bed and hummed the singing that made the whole Huangquan feel extremely familiar.

Who says, don't forget each other, don't forget

Who would have thought of returning to his hometown

Whose ears, the sad sounds echo

Ups and downs for a lifetime

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Listening to the song that was like crying, Wen Nuo suddenly remembered that when he was wandering in this world, he was supposed to be in his prime, but he was born with dust and came from the rouge and water powder and retreated to the dirty and dirty place.

Whenever I toss and turn with the scholar who is a good person, I always feel hope, pray with hope, and wait with my heart.

But in the end, the eyes were stained with the world. I sat under the tall building, chatting and laughing at the banquet, and heard the indulgent numbers, but my thoughts would occasionally recall my youthful recklessness.

When I am old and return to the attic, looking at the ethereal and vain, I always think of that past and the good guy who once gave me a glimmer of hope.

Or a hundred years later, when the old place is revisited, the old friend has passed away and the beauty is not here, the descendants of the people who are good at it will always say a few words in a good manner: "When you meet a city, you will know your way, you will be strangers, and you will be paranoid! It's ridiculous, lamentable, and pathetic..."

After singing, Meng Po looked back at Wen Nuo, who was obviously a round bun with a pleasing face, but her eyes were filled with a melancholy look that was more melancholy than the octogenarian who was staggering on Meng Po Bridge.

This contrast made Meng Po laugh and said, "Hey, I said, you little devil, why are you so melancholy? What did you instantly realize in front of me, the old woman?"

"Ah? No!" Wen Nuo shook his head and said, "I'm just thinking about what will happen to those women who have wandered into Fengcheng in their previous lives in the next life? Will they wait in the underworld for those who have made vows to them?"

"Don't worry." Meng Po, who was stunned by Wen Nuo's words, covered her smile and showed off her teeth, "They will be the most casual people among the guests of the underworld."

"Is that true?" Wen Nuo, who turned his head, seemed to understand something, and nodded to Meng Po without understanding anything, and said, "What kind of guest is that I can't let go of for thousands of years?"

"Ha, that kind of guest!" Meng Po, who smiled slowly, shook his charmingly, covered his mouth with a smile and said softly: "Did you see the wronged soul in the water of the Huangquan Pond? They will slowly wash away their memories. Such obsession is not something that I, Meng Po Soup, can do!"

"Besides, Mengpo Soup, the legend is that Shennongming came out. I don't know if there is anything missing. This Mengpo Soup is always unsatisfactory for those who are obsessed with it. Look at my good pool of water, I still want to raise a lotus." Mengpo said and poured a scoop of Mengpo Soup into the pool.

"Now, these things are so crowded that they can't even spread my boat. Do you think they deserve to be guilty?"

"Does it be a crime? You have a decision in your heart, right?" Wen Nuo smiled and looked at Chi Zi's soul body, slowly laughing at his bun's face like a flower. He said that there are still many "qingren" in the world who finally got married. It turns out that Meng Po is also a kind-hearted person.

"Yes, there was a decision!" Meng Po slowly got up from the stone bed, stepped on the red flowers, and walked along the edge of the water of the Huangquan Pool, with bells ringing on her ankles.

The past March, the fragrance of peanuts in Jiangnan

Who has ever promised a long and lasting love

After a dream, I suddenly woke up and burst into tears.

Why not drink the soup in the cup with me

From then on, we forget each other without any injuries or panic

"No pain or no panic!" Meng Po, who murmured softly, looked at the ghost-torn talisman passed from the world, couldn't help but whisper lightly, then waved to Wen Nuo behind her and said, "Boy, you really have sensed it too much. She really summoned you. Go, go, I hope you are not hurt or no panic!"

"No extravagant requests, no panic." Wen Nuo's small face was full of doting and warm smiles. After he replied to Meng Po rebelliously, he closed his eyes and let the talisman lead him back to the man.

He didn't know what love was, but Wen Nuo knew that Wen wine was loving to him, but only the love was more like a relative...

Seeing Wen Nuo's figure disappear from her eyes, Meng Po felt a little lost, and the bells slowly rang from the edge of the pond.

"Ameng, I, Xilang, I can't let you go!" Everyone says that scholars are all romantic, but Xilang doesn't even know how to say love words.

The only thing that goes against the saint's words and deeds is that he likes to hold Meng Jiangnu's chin and say something.

Before he went to build the Great Wall, Meng Jiangnu forced to search through all the books of Xilang and found the word hidden in each sentence of Zhihu.

Meng Jiangnu searched for those words for a long time, just because a woman had no talent at that time was virtue. Meng Jiangnu, who was virtuous, could not tell a word, and even their marriage was just a matchmaker's words.

I thought such a marriage was not about love, but in the second year when Xilang went to build the Great Wall, Meng Jiangnu, who was stumbling, found all the dull words.

Xilang said: "Ameng, my heart is happy."

Xilang said: "If you have good fortune and fame, I will choose you."

Xilang said: "Ameng, I can't let go of this farewell."

Xilang said: "Ameng, I just want to seize this glimmer of life."

Xilang said: "Ameng..."

"Ameng! Haha!" Meng Po smiled indifferently, as if his red ears were still in front of him, as if his romantic but affectionate eyes were still in front of him, but Meng Po also knew that what she could still follow was just the ancient books full of Zhihu people that were treasured by him.

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