Li Jianguo's idea is very simple.
It is absolutely impossible for me to really travel across mountains and rivers to pick that kind of grass. If I were the Li Jianguo they imagined, there would be no problem, but now I am a loser Li Jianguo. If you and I can't get back the distance, there will definitely be no chance for me.
I'm just sorry for Cui Ling, no one can save him...
Li Jianguo became indignant again.
I actually thought I was sorry for Cui Ling! It’s not like I wanted to kill him! Isn't it obvious that the person I feel most sorry for is myself? That guy Cui Ling wants to kill me, so what if I do it for him!
I am a heavenly official after all! I've been running around so much for you, solving so many problems, and I can't say it's all a credit to your hard work!
It’s just that I was implicated in Cui Ling’s matter. Except for Mr. Bao, everyone else started to doubt me!
The more Li Jianguo thought about it, the angrier he became. Anger arose in his heart, and evil grew in his guts! I clapped my big hands, picked up the chopsticks, and started cooking!
Li Jianguo chewed a mouthful of meat as if to vent his anger. Thinking back to his short career as a heavenly official, an inexplicable grievance came to his heart. Before he could adjust his emotions, tears as big as beads began to form in circles in his eyes. .
Could it be...that this is really what fate is?
Thinking that his short career as a scapegoat was coming to an end, Li Jianguo couldn't control it anymore. His tears fell on the plate like strings. The food, which was already slightly salty, began to taste bitter.
As the saying goes, a man doesn't shed tears easily, but he has not yet reached the sad point.
The waiter next to him couldn't help but be touched when he saw this. He walked gently behind Li Jianguo and put his hand on Li Jianguo's shoulder.
Li Jianguo felt the long-lost warmth, and slowly turned his head with his cheeks puffed up.
The waiter said:
"You can't pay the bill, you poor man."
Li Jianguo cursed in his heart, but fortunately he had been prepared. He took out the sketch of Jiu Nether Fantasy Grass that Qingxian had just drawn for him from his arms, lowered his head and continued to cook, and said coldly: "The Fifth Princess of the Dynasty Is the authentic work not enough to pay for your meal?"
The waiter was surprised, took the painting, looked at it carefully from head to toe, and looked at Li Jianguo in surprise.
Li Jianguo was picked up.
Several waiters immediately came over to hold Li Jianguo up. The leader of the waiters said disdainfully: "Now there are so many new ways to eat Bawang Meal? Where can such a sour scholar come from and dare to lie about calligraphy? Drag him out, beat him and throw him away. go outside!"
Seeing himself being dragged forward, Li Jianguo quickly shouted:
"I am the Heavenly Official, put me down, put me down!"
"Bah, return it to the Heavenly Official, get out! I will cure your mental illness today!"
Li Jianguo screamed and was thrown out. When he left, he desperately pulled a chicken leg from the table and stuffed it into his mouth. He only felt a kick in the butt and fell down the steps top-heavy.
He sat slumped on the ground in disheveled clothes, looking at the sky, which was dark and desolate. Several passers-by walked past Li Jianguo in disgust.
Li Jianguo smiled bitterly.
A guest at the Pluto's Seat in the Tenth Hall, a guest at the Black and White Hall of Impermanence.
The Great Sage Qitian calls him brother, and the Great Immortal Zhenyuan talks short and long words.
After all, it was just a dream.
In the end, he was still no match for fate. No matter how uncertain the future was, the fate of the scapegoat was already doomed from the beginning.
Li Jianguo felt that the chicken legs in his hand were also tasteless, so he took a few more bites, stood up, and looked around blankly, looking for a trash can.
dizzy.
Li Jianguo only felt his feet dangling in the air, being lifted up, and then placed firmly on a hard shoulder.
Li Jianguo was a little confused and turned sideways to look at the stone head next to him.
"You're all in control? Why are you here?"
Under Control, Jun carried Li Jianguo and gently untied the red flower knot on the back of his hand. As he untied it, he said, "Come and find my pet, little Roudan."
On Master's other shoulder, three little birds poked their heads out and chirped: "There are still us! There are still us!"
Master Zhizhi handed the flower knot on the back of his hand to Li Jianguo, turned around and squinted his eyes to look for the direction: "This is for you, you did a good job, little Roudan. It deserves a big red flower."
Li Jianguo was a little at a loss. He carefully took the flower knot over. At the same time, he had to admit the fact that the flower knot made by the three little ones was really better-looking than himself, and his ability to do it by himself was not as good as three stones!
Li Jianguo held the flower knot in his hand. After a long time, he changed it to Master Zhizhijun and murmured: "This is what your brothers gave you. It is most suitable for you to bring it. There is no need for you to follow me, even though I am with you." I have nothing to do with myself, but Hades will come to arrest me soon, and if you follow me, you will be implicated."
Lord In Control seemed to be thinking, he stopped, and then said calmly: "I don't remember having anything to do with Hades. I just have a relationship with you."
Li Jianguo felt a little ashamed: What a great stone, but I actually lied to him...
In Control Jun's calm voice rumbled from the lower right side of his body:
"Now, where are we going?"
Li Jianguo raised his head, looked back at Hades, and glanced at the glorious Hades Hotel.
Li Jianguo thought of Huang Si.
Huang Si is no longer with him now, and goes to investigate the lonely soul box alone.
Huang Si once said that he trusted me very much before, but now that the Three Realms are in catastrophe, he really can't do much to help.
I don’t know how many more orphans will be born living in the underworld...
Li Jianguo stopped thinking about leaving the situation, looked at the dark night in front of him where the torches could not light up, and made up his mind.
"Let's go, leave Hades."
"They just disappeared into the sea of people, and there has been no news since. Only in the underworld, the legend of Li Jianguo subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger is occasionally sung. He is already a legend."
Li Jianguo was thinking about this voice-over, and then the voice-over was interrupted by a clearer and sweet voice:
"Master Li, the reception was not good and the welcome was far away. I wonder why Master Li came to my place at this time?"
In Control Jun turned around with Li Jianguo. Li Jianguo looked at the graceful figure wrapped in black robe from the bright lights of the hotel.
It's Po Meng.
Li Jianguo smiled miserably and said: "Nothing. Madam Meng Po, the Three Realms are in trouble, but I can't do much to help, and I feel deeply ashamed. Alas, if I could have half of your ability, even the ability of your God of Memory, I would I won’t end up..."
Li Jianguo's tone paused.
……etc.
Po Meng is...the God of Memory!
Something lit up in Li Jianguo's eyes.
He suddenly jumped down from Mrs. Meng's shoulders. He didn't have time to adjust his clothes. He ran to Mrs. Meng in two steps and held her hand excitedly:
"Mother Meng, hurry up, come with me!"
Po Meng was puzzled: "Master Li, what are you doing?"
"Explain on the way, hurry up, you are in charge, take us away, the faster the better!"
…
The third day, 15:47 pm.
Meng Po was suddenly and unpreparedly pushed into the bedroom where Cui Ling was by Li Jianguo. There were Bao Zheng and Black and White Wuchang inside, while Qingxian had already gone to deal with other things.
Although Bao Zheng looked confused, he still stood up quickly and prepared to salute. Li Jianguo waved his hand at Bao Zheng: "Master Bao, time is urgent, so I won't be polite. Cui Ling, are you okay now?"
Bao Zheng shook his head: "Master Xie and Master Fan are taking turns using their true energy to stabilize Cui Ling's original spirit. Shouldn't Master Li go pick the Nine Netherworld Fantasy Grass? Has it been picked back now?"
Li Jianguo didn't answer, and pushed Po Meng to Cui Ling's bed. Then he remembered something, took a few steps back, and said to Bao Zheng: "The development of the matter was not my intention, but I won't mention it. . Now let me ask you, if I fail to save Cui Ling, but save the Three Realms, can I be freed?"
Although Bao Zheng was a little confused, he nodded calmly: "The merits outweigh the faults. Cui Ling's crime, according to normal laws, cannot escape death. If Mr. Li can really save the Three Realms, it must be a major meritorious service. According to the law, It should be rewarded.”
Li Jianguo waited for these words, then dropped his promise, took two steps forward, and said to Po Meng, "Mr. Po Meng, do you understand what I told you on the way?"
Meng Po looked at Cui Ling on the bed, still hesitant: "Master Li, Meng Po soup has never been given to creatures other than souls. Master Cui has not yet become a soul. I don't know how he will react after drinking it. Will it happen?" effective……"
Hei Wuchang was shocked when he heard this. He sat up suddenly from the bed, felt dizzy for a while, and sat down again unsteadily.
It took a huge amount of energy to stabilize Cui Ling's soul, and even these two Hades warriors now felt like they were out of power.
Hei Wuchang closed his eyes and shook his head, then asked Li Jianguo anxiously: "Drink Meng Po soup? Then his memory is not completely erased? At present, the two of us can still stabilize his spirit, but if the memory If it is cleared, then all our efforts will be in vain!”
Li Jianguo was about to explain the identity of Po Meng's God of Memory. Po Meng immediately gave Li Jianguo a look, and Li Jianguo declined with approval.
Others don’t know that Po Meng is the God of Memory, right? They also don’t know the mechanism of action of Mengpo Decoction.
Meng Po told herself that the essence of Meng Po soup is actually to copy the memory of the person who drinks the soup into her own mind. So as long as Cui Ling drinks the soup, his memory can be transferred to Meng Po's brain, then it will be OK Retrieve the location of the annihilated souls in the Three Realms!
This was also the plan Li Jianguo explained to Po Meng on the way. Li Jianguo asked Po Meng, "Mr. Po Meng, what do you think is the chance of success for this plan?"
Po Meng lowered her head and thought for a moment: "I will try my best and I will adjust the formula. Although there is no precedent before, but after all, I am also a thousand-year-old god. The chance of winning may be more than 90%."
"The odds of winning are good enough, so please hurry up."
"Give me ten minutes." Meng Po immediately left and went to a separate compartment to start preparing her Meng Po soup.
Everyone still looked at Li Jianguo and Meng Po in confusion, and Black and White Wuchang's vigilance against Li Jianguo did not seem to relax at all.
Li Jianguo paced the room with deep thoughts.
Although this method can detect all the annihilated souls in the three realms, there is still an obvious drawback: Cui Ling will still die, and he will still have to bear the charge of imprisonment for murder.
But at least the Three Realms can be saved!
At least I was saved!
Li Jianguo remembered the words of Zhen Yuanzi's clone, about the part where his fate was closely related to the fate of the three realms.
Is this what he was referring to?
There is a 90% chance...that 10% chance will not happen to you, right?
While thinking about it, Meng Po Tang walked out of the side room holding a cup of slightly red reagent.
"It doesn't follow the normal Mengpo soup production process, and there are no seasonings. It shouldn't be particularly delicious..."
Li Jianguo then escorted Mrs. Meng to the bedside: "It's now, what kind of bicycle do you want? Sir, thank you for the trouble. Lift Cui Ling up. Sir Fan, please continue to protect Cui Ling Yuanshenang! Don't fall short." Got it!"
Cui Ling parted her lips, and the liquid flowed down the gap between her teeth.
Po Meng suddenly frowned.
Li Jianguo was shocked: "What's wrong, Mrs. Meng Po?"
Po Meng struggled to reply: "It's... it's successful..."
"Why do you have such an expression..."
"Cui Ling is a god, and his memory lasts for hundreds of years. I have never accepted such a huge amount of memories at once before... Don't worry, let me take it easy..."
Po Meng was sitting on a table next to her, frowning, and gently stroking her temple with one hand.
"Master Fan, please don't let go. We can only give up on Cui Ling's soul until Po Meng tells us all the points of annihilation souls. We can eliminate them one by one. Before that, don't..."
…
Li Jianguo's shouts in the room became thinner and thinner, as if separated by a thick water curtain, they gradually disappeared.
Cui Ling's memory was like a bottomless lake, submerging Meng Po's consciousness. Po Meng has never seen such a wealth of memories and emotions. Under normal circumstances, a normal person's memory is only about the same as a glass of water.
Po Meng steadied her breathing, adjusted her mind, looked at the dark bottom of her memory, and plunged into it.
