Li Ting was silent. He had never seen such a person before.
Po Meng is a mortal, and her life as a mortal is full of regrets, big and small, but she never complains, and instead lives her life steadily and warmly.
But parting was too tragic, full of pain and accidents.
But even so, she rarely has intense emotions, she doesn't even shed many tears, and she won't be immersed in sadness. But her cloudy eyes when digging a grave, and her longing look when looking at the ten-leaf white chrysanthemum, can make people's hearts melt. It also became dull.
She is obviously just a mortal who has experienced misery, but her eyes are quiet and transparent. She looks simple at first, but after a long look, she feels calm.
It gives people a sense of security that if you tell her something, she will definitely not forget it.
It's strange, as if she understands the truth better than most people who have read books, and is more trustworthy than those who are knowledgeable.
Li Ting looked at Po Meng who was serving soup. Her movements were very steady and her expression was calm. She handed bowl after bowl to each ghost, and every movement was very serious.
In a daze, he recalled the scene of Po Meng making soup every day in her last days.
Such a calm and gentle character will definitely not turn into a crazy ghost, because her persistence is not paranoid at all, but it is this kind of soul that can serve the soup at Naihe Bridge for hundreds of years.
Po Meng must be a little lonely, otherwise, she would not joke with him about ten-leaf blackberries.
There is no ten-leaf blackberry. This old man who has not spoken to many people in the underworld for hundreds of years just wants him to see his past and glue a ten-leaf plant for her.
Maybe it's because like her daughter, I can drink five or six bowls of the soup she made in one sitting.
Although what I drank was Meng Po soup, I still drank ten bowls.
Li Ting found it a bit funny. Although it was absurd for an old man who was less than a hundred years old to see the shadow of his children in himself who had lived for more than three hundred years, he knew that she just missed her relatives a little.
"Grandma, I'm going to find the ten-leaf blackberry." Li Ting looked at Grandma Meng and said.
Po Meng didn't speak, just nodded and continued to serve the soup.
Li Ting led the two ghosts all the way back to Po Meng's small courtyard, and naturally walked into the other party's kitchen. His eyes moved slightly, and he searched up and down, left and right.
Finally, he knelt down and found flour in a cabinet.
Make a paste.
Although the leaves could be fixed with magic power, this question was originally caused by longing, so he wanted to put an end to this longing.
Li Ting recalled the steps of Mrs. Meng's daughter, tentatively filled a pot of water, then scooped a spoonful of flour into it and started a fire.
Then he pulled a large spoon from the wall, reached into the pot and started stirring.
Maybe too much water was added, and there was only a bowl of noodle soup in the pot for a long time.
He subconsciously applied a little magic to the fire. Sure enough, the water in the pot gradually decreased and the soup became thicker.
After stirring a few more times, Li Ting felt something was wrong. He turned over the paste at the bottom and saw brown lumps.
He pulled at the hard lump in confusion, but the paste on it quickly turned into a hard lump as he thought about it...
Only then did Li Ting remember the raging fire under the stove that was powered by magic.
He quickly handed over another trace of mana and extinguished the fire.
He went to the pot and smelled it twice, looking at the dry stuff in a daze. The paste had failed to boil, but the stuff in the pot seemed to be quite fragrant.
Li Ting took a piece and took a bite. It was crispy and slightly fragrant. It was really edible.
A burst of laughter came, and Li Ting turned around and saw Mrs. Meng. With a move of his hand, he subconsciously took the thing away from his mouth and looked at Mrs. Meng.
When the old man smiled, he was less gloomy, his wrinkles were relaxed, and he was a little kind.
He also laughed, and his tense arms relaxed a little, "Wait a minute, I'll do it again."
Po Meng smiled and said, "Okay."
Li Ting cleaned the pot, added less water this time, and started boiling it again, without using any magic power.
At this moment, what Longshan said was in his mind, "Cooking is different from fighting and killing. Vegetables are very fragile, do you understand? If you use magic power, it will be more difficult to master. This is not alchemy. Use They are all those difficult herbs.”
Tsk, Chef, I'm not going to bully you. Take your time and don't use magic.
Li Ting thought of Po Meng making soup, and there was a hint of peace in her eyes.
This peace is the reason why he wants to withdraw from the world of cultivation, but when he actually does it, he is still as eager for utility as before, which is also funny.
He finished the paste steadily, turned off the fire, and felt that his mood was much better.
Li Ting filled a bowl of paste and took it to the blackberry field.
He remembered that Meng Po's daughter was looking for a five-leaf white chrysanthemum, so he also found a five-leaf blackberry plant and picked it.
Then he picked off all the leaves of another five-leaf blackberry, dipped each piece in a little paste, and stuck it to the long stem of the blackberry.
Li Ting's movements were not subtle, but his expression was serious.
A quarter of an hour later, a ten-leaf blackberry plant was finished, and it looked a bit nondescript.
But Li Ting still took it to the house and handed it to Po Meng, who looked quiet.
Po Meng looked at the crooked leaves of the ten-leaf blackberry, and a look of kindness flashed in her eyes. Without saying anything else, she handed Li Ting a small sign and pointed to the mountain peak.
The small sign is made of black jade, which is gentle to the touch. Three words are engraved on it - You Feng Ling.
Li Ting knew clearly in his heart that the mountain with the Forgettable Beans was called Youfeng, and this order should allow him to enter. Is it so easy? His heart moved slightly, and he looked at the old man intently for a while, and then saluted her. , said thank you.
Then he took Yan An and Qing Qing to Youfeng.
"How many times can this token be used?" Li Ting took the Worry Peak Token and asked the interesting person next to him.
Interesting glanced at the black jade token and said: "The mountain formations in the underworld are unified, and tokens are required for entry and exit. This kind of black jade token is the highest level and can be permanently entered and exited. It is not a consumable."
Li Ting was slightly happy when he heard this. The territories of all parties in the underworld were clearly divided, and access to many places needed to be reported. But with this order, it meant that he could freely enter and exit a mountain peak.
The King of Hell had said before that he didn't care about him. The advantage was that he was free, but the disadvantage was that it was difficult to develop in the underworld and he was always an outsider.
But with this token it's different.
It is equivalent to him having a definite power that he can hold in his hands. Po Meng's gift is not unimportant.
For a moment, Li Ting felt a little emotional, remembering Po Meng's story, and said to him interestingly: "Po Po Meng's daughter died early, and they probably didn't meet her in the underworld, but Po Meng has been serving soup here, if her daughter After being reincarnated and entering reincarnation again, you should still be able to see it, but I don’t know if you’ll still recognize it.”
Interesting turned his head and looked at Li Ting, "Mother Meng checked the information on the underworld."
"So where was she reincarnated?" Li Ting asked curiously.
The little girl slowly shook her head, "Meng Po's daughter turned into a ghost. No one rescued her at that time, so she turned into a resentful ghost. She couldn't drink Meng Po soup and couldn't be reincarnated. Her soul disappeared."
Li Ting was a little stunned.
That old man didn't wait for his daughter when he was born, and after his death, he served soup at Naihe Bridge for hundreds of years, and he still didn't wait for her?
There are too many misfortunes in this world, and my life is not going well, but I am still able to be reborn in this underworld and change my destiny.
Li Ting didn't think there was any special significance in defeating the ghost, but thinking of Ye Ming and the complexity in Po Meng's eyes when she saw him, his heart softened a little.
There are some things in this world that once you choose to do them, you must do your best.
Because sometimes when you look back, you will find that cause and effect have long been entangled and tied to you.
At the foot of Youfeng Mountain, Li Ting followed the Youfeng Order and opened a hole in the formation. One person and two ghosts took this opportunity to enter. After a few breaths, the hole slowly closed on its own.
"Meng Po said that only she and the King of Hell can break the seal of the mountain. What does it mean? They don't need the Worry Peak Order to come in and out, right?" Li Ting thought for a while and asked.
Interesting nodded and said: "The King of Hell is the ruler of the underworld, and there are imprints of his soul everywhere in the underworld. Naturally, there is no need for it. And Po Meng is the manager, so the mountains she manages are naturally allowed to be imprinted."
Li Ting said "hmm" and learned a little more about the underworld.
There are many unknown low plants on the mountain, but none of these plants have pods. Walking all the way to the mountainside, I saw a green-black vine with black pods hanging on it, which was the same as when Po Meng reshaped her body. Used the same.
This is the Forgettable Bean.
As soon as Yan An saw the Wangyou Bean, he was immediately attracted to it. He floated towards the Wangyou Bean Vine, stretched out his hand made of Yin Qi, grabbed the Wangyou Bean Vine and pulled it hard, obviously intending to pull it all together. Walk.
Li Ting:...
Even after becoming a ghost, Yan An did not change his greedy nature.
However, in the next moment, the Wangyou Bean Vine quickly slipped away from Yan An's hand like a snake, and then all the Wangyou Bean Vine in the mountain started to move, trying to entangle Yan An.
A fierce light flashed in Yan An's eyes, and a vine-like black mist filled his body, entangled with the Wangyou bean vine.