Zhao Wujiang walked extremely slowly and evenly, and his powerful soul felt that a ghost was following him.
Just as he was about to think of a way to get rid of or solve the problem, he heard the subtle sound of rushing water, the bluestone road in front disappeared, and he stood on the edge of the bank of a river.
The river water is clear but a little turbid, the water splashes gently swaying, and the light and shadow flow on the river surface.
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly and reached out to touch his waist before he remembered that he had forgotten the hatchet in the alley where Fan Wujiu appeared before.
The golden light flowed from his hand, and he looked around.
Turning sideways, he discovered that a beautiful and spiritual girl was standing not far away.
The girl was wearing a simple long dress and walked slowly towards him. Her two braids swayed slightly and her smile was gentle and sweet, like the girl next door.
After seeing the fierce old woman and the "touching porcelain" old man along the way, he became extremely wary of the girl in front of him.
"Your name is Zhao Wuyan?" The girl walked slowly on tiptoes with her little hands behind her back, her expression a little nervous and a little nostalgic.
Zhao Wujiang nodded. He suddenly noticed that the divine water ladle in the storage bag in his arms was getting hot. He glanced sideways at the river and his eyes trembled.
Forgotten River?
Could it be that the girl in front of me is...Ghost Emperor Meng Po?
"What a nice name." The girl's eyes were slightly moist, and her dimples were so shallow and deep when she smiled, full of aura:
"You look a lot like an old friend of mine."
"Then your old friend must be very handsome, right?" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were solemn, but his tone was cheerful.
The girl pursed her lips and nodded. She walked around Zhao Wujiang with her little hands behind her back. Her head was slightly tilted and her eyes were crooked, looking at him.
Zhao Wujiang also looked at the girl openly. Her pretty face was not overly delicate, but just the right amount of beauty, gentleness, and full of aura, especially the swaying braids, which gave the girl a touch of innocence.
He glanced twice for no reason, and for some reason his mood became more peaceful.
The girl took out an ancient xun and waved it in front of Zhao Wujiang's eyes. Her originally smiling eyes were a little red for some reason, and her soft and light voice also trembled a little:
"Do you recognize it?"
"Ancient...Xun..." Zhao Wujiang didn't know why.
"Then do you recognize me?" The girl's voice became more and more trembling, her spiritual eyes became more red and misty.
Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that something was wrong with the girl's mood. He answered honestly:
"Lord Po Meng?"
The girl pursed her lips and smiled, bit her red lips, nodded, turned around, and sighed with a trembling tone:
“Use the divine water ladle to fill it with water.
Don't worry about filling up the water. After taking the water from Wangchuan River, keep walking against Wangchuan River until dawn again, and you can leave Youdu. "
"Thank you, Mrs. Meng Po." Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists in greeting. He stared closely at the girl's back, and for some reason an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.
He took a deep breath and began to ladle water with a wooden ladle, preparing to reshape his body and warm his soul in the future.
Po Meng asked him to hold on to the water, and then he would scoop out a little more. As long as he was not too greedy, he should be fine.
In a short time, he filled two wine gourds, about seven or eight ladles.
Mrs. Meng did not say anything to stop or scold her. He sighed in his heart that Mrs. Meng was a nice person, but a little strange.
After filling the water, Zhao Wujiang wanted to thank him again, but found that Po Meng's figure had disappeared by the Wangchuan River.
He cupped his fists and saluted into the void, then walked away against the current.
In the cold mist beside the Wangchuan River, the girl's eyes followed Zhao Wuyang. After thousands of years, her eyes turned red again.
Just now, she was almost sure that Zhao Wuyang was the brother who stood upright in the world like the blue sky for eternity, protecting her and protecting her.
But she sensed that Zhao Wuyan's soul was incomplete, but it was complete and integrated, and it was not anyone's soul at all.
Zhao Wuyang is Zhao Wuyang. No matter how similar the name is, no matter how similar the appearance is, it is just Zhao Wuyang, another similar flower born in the world after thousands of years, a similar person, nothing more.
Not willing to give in, she asked Zhao Wuxu two more crucial questions.
But Zhao Wuyang didn't even answer.
She was disappointed again.
Her brother, whom she loved but did not win, told her that if they met again, Xun would definitely play her favorite song, and he would definitely recognize her.
No matter heaven and earth, no matter the underworld, no matter time and space, no matter how far away they are, he will definitely recognize her!
But Zhao Wuyang didn't recognize her just now, and the xun didn't make any sound, just like a familiar stranger.
The girl searched for it for ten thousand years, founded Youdu, and set up various official positions in Youdu according to the stories her brother told her under the starry sky on the tribe's sacred mountain.
She also met these people who were really named Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu.
She ferried them to Youdu.
She established the rules of Youdu, and she protected the souls whose obsessions lasted forever.
She knew that if her brother was still alive, he would be guided by his obsession to come to Youdu.
But tens of thousands of years passed by in the blink of an eye, and countless obsessions gathered in Youdu, but there was no familiar figure to her.
So many people were buried in the catastrophe and in the years.
She was the only one left in the world, and the only person she was familiar with was the Fairy East Region. The snot-nosed kid who followed her and her brother shamelessly for sweets has now become the supreme Lu Zhong.
The girl's clear tears rolled down, dripping into the river of forgetfulness, and she withdrew her eyes.
For eternity, she sighed again.
The fog in Youdu is getting heavier.
