It was Shangguan Yun, Shangguan's son who died under his sword. Like Wu Xin, he is also a great practitioner. He has been practicing hard since he was born, just to avenge his father's murder.
That day, the young man who came to the door looked at Wu Xin and said, "You killed my father back then!"
Wu Xin looked at him and shook his head: "I have lost all my memory. How can I remember killing your father?"
The young man said: "Do you want to remember everything in the past? I can help you realize it... I have the soul-breaking grass, but you will die within three days after eating it."
Wu Xin, who had been in pain for countless years, looked at the young man and replied: "I do."
The young man took out the soul-breaking grass, Wu Xin swallowed it in one gulp...and then fell into a coma for two days.
At noon on the third day, Wu Xin woke up.
When he woke up, he remembered everything. He looked at his beloved wife at home, spat out a mouthful of blood on his chest, and murmured, "Is it possible that I'm sorry for Qingluan?"
Not long after, Wu Xin died in the arms of his lover.
.......
When the young man said this, he drank half of the remaining tea in his hand, took out the long sword from behind and placed it on the table.
Looking at Qingluan, he said: "Aunt Qing, my name is Mo Huanxin!"
Li Wuxin burst into tears when he heard this. He gently picked up the sword and saw that the sword was engraved with "Mo Fei" on one side and "Wuxin" on the other.
After Mo Huanxin handed the sword to Li Wuxin, he said goodbye to her and Po Meng, then walked off the Wangchuan Bridge, and then gradually disappeared into the boundless night.
Li Wuxin stared blankly at the place where Mo Huanxin disappeared, speechless.
Her century-old memories gradually disappear in the long river of time...
The memories of his life are reviewed in three days.
One was reborn as a butterfly in Huangquan Village, and the other lost his life trying to retrieve his memories.
Li Wuxin had already crossed the "Naihe Bridge" a hundred years ago.
As an unintentional Mo Fei, it is possible that Meng Po accidentally drank a bowl of soup and crossed the bridge to be reincarnated.
Could it be that at the moment, he drank half a bowl of Meng Po soup and died and came back to life.
Li Wuxin, who has jumped beyond the Three Realms, does not want to forget the memories of the world and is nostalgic for Huangquan Village. Waiting for hundreds of years,
Just for the lover who is separated by the river and has lost his memory...
It wasn't until midnight that Li Wuxin followed Po Meng back to the small courtyard in Huangquan Village.
With a long sigh, Li Wuxin hung the Mofei Wuxin Sword on the wall.
Looking at Po Meng behind her, she said, "I want to forget this memory..."
Po Meng looked at her and shook her head, and replied helplessly: "Then you have to drink a lot of soup. Back then, you drank half a bowl and it didn't matter."
Li Wuxin was stunned, looked at her and continued to ask: "Can I go to the Six Paths to find Wuxin?"
Po Meng shivered when she saw her, and said with a wry smile: "That is under the jurisdiction of the underworld. I can't go there. My level is not as high as yours right now."
Thinking about her own affairs, Po Meng looked at her and said softly: "I am only here to replace my sister for a hundred years, maybe in these two days... The day my sister comes back will be the time when I leave. ."
"Mother-in-law, are you leaving here?" Li Wuxin was a little confused.
Po Meng looked at her helplessly and said: "The Po Meng you see is just a shadow named Po Meng. If you want, you can also transform into Po Meng."
"My sister and I made a promise for a hundred years, and the time is coming in the blink of an eye... My love in the world has not even begun yet, but you have already ended up turning from a silkworm into a butterfly and gained a new life."
Li Wuxin looked at her and said blankly: "So it turns out that my mother-in-law is just called mother-in-law, and she has been standing guard on this bridge for a hundred years in place of Mother Meng?"
There was also a shocking wave in her heart. What kind of determination it took to stay on this bridge for a hundred years.
It's true that I have been waiting here for a hundred years, but I have also awakened the memories of my previous life and cultivated to the legendary realm. It seems that I will be able to cultivate to a higher realm in less than a hundred years.
"Do you know that I really envy you... You are actually a woman who doesn't even want the Three Realms, and you can never suffer from the six realms of reincarnation..."
Po Meng, who has already experienced three reincarnations, knows how miserable it feels, but there is nothing she can do about it.
In the past hundred years, she had seen too many sentient beings on the bridge, and there were too many stories that she didn't even want to recall.
Now, all she wanted to do was drink a bowl of soup that she cooked and drive all this out of her memory.
Waving her hand, Po Meng walked to her room.
After listening to Qingluan and Mo Fei's story, she wanted to have a good sleep and go to school, waiting for the return of the woman in the white dress.
A hundred years later, her cultivation level has not increased by one point, but she has cultivated the Samsara Sword to a new level. She can even dance the Shura Heavy Sword as lightly as the wooden sword Ruoshui.
It was only after a hundred years of practice that she realized that she had thought that she had mastered the Ruoshui Sword Movement to the extreme, but she turned out to be the frog at the bottom of the well.
Even now, she dare not say that her Shura heavy sword is already extremely heavy. Who knows if one day she will get another piece of metal and she can't help but recast it.
Will it become five hundred? Or even heavier?
Who dares to say that he is the most powerful person in the journey of cultivation?
With a curtain of autumn breeze as her pillow, Po Meng, who had worked hard for a hundred years, fell into a deep sleep.
...
The next day, Mrs. Meng, who got up early, did not take Li Wuxin to Lingshan to collect herbs. Instead, she cooked a pot of vegetable and meat porridge to wake up the sleepy Li Wuxin and get up to wash up.
"Aren't you going to collect medicine today?" Li Wuxin was a little surprised. This was not Po Meng's style.
You must know that she has been here for a hundred years, and except for the night of the full moon, she has never seen Mrs. Meng sleeping in.
Po Meng looked at her and smiled and said: "The medicine we collected can be used for another ten or eight days. I will enjoy my time in Huangquan Village in the next few days.
After breakfast, Po Meng made a pot of spiritual tea and called Li Wuxin to drink tea together.
Li Wuxin held the cup and blew a breath, took a small taste, looked at her and said: "I have drunk a lot of tea, but the tea made by my mother-in-law is unique..."
Po Meng was stunned for a moment, and then said leisurely: "If you like it, drink two more cups. To be honest, I also like the tea I brew. It seems that my husband and master at that time also liked the tea I brewed... .”
I drank a lot of the soup that I had cooked for a hundred years.
Now Po Meng found that she was the same as the woman in the white dress back then, sometimes sober and sometimes confused.
Looking at the woman in front of her who has experienced hundreds of years of hardship and is still in her twenties and eighties, Po Meng sighed softly and murmured: "It's so rare to be confused. It does make some sense!"
Li Wuxin was stunned, looked at her blankly and said, "Mother-in-law, are you enlightening me?"
Unexpectedly, Po Meng shook her head and said softly: "Your suffering is over. As long as you are willing to let it go, it will be a new beginning... Fusion, Mahayana... True immortality can be expected, but my suffering still has to be Keep going."
Seeing Li Wuxin frowning slightly, Meng Po smiled and said: "Maybe Wuxin has already gone to reincarnation. Just let go of the past with him. Let him live and let yourself live..."
"Has mother-in-law ever seen my lover crossing the bridge?" Li Wuxin asked reluctantly.
Po Meng glared at her and said with a smile: "There are hundreds, if not thousands, of people crossing the bridge every day. Do you think I am a god asking each one of them?"
After making two cups of tea, Po Meng felt something in her heart and took out the iron piano with a wave of her hand.
When Li Wuxin saw it, he quickly moved the tea set away from the table and made room for her to play the piano.
Caressing the iron harp, Meng Po said faintly: "A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. Think about it, I haven't played the harp for a hundred years... Let's play a piece of music happily today. The rest of our lives will be long. Let's cherish it."
After saying that, he took a silk scarf and wiped the harp carefully twice. Then he waved his hand, and a tinkling sound flowed from the strings, like a gurgling stream in the mountains.
When she played the first note, Li Wuxin covered her lips.
Back then, she played the harp every day, but listening to Po Meng's harp made her feel like the mountain springs were right in front of her eyes, and the wind and clouds in the sky were just between her fingers.
But at this time, Meng Podi was carelessly stroking the strings, intentionally or unintentionally, with no intention of playing Yifeng properly. At this time, she seemed to have returned to Luoxia Mountain...
"I want to see the flowers in Luoyishan, see the prosperity of a lifetime, and see through the vicissitudes of the Six Paths."
Po Meng couldn't help but murmured something, and then she caressed it with her hands, like rain hitting the plantains, like the wind blowing through the bamboo forest, and light like the flowers in the spring breeze.
When the piano was almost inaudible, Po Meng began to sing softly:
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night.
Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.
I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip.
I'm afraid that the boat in Shuangxi will not be able to carry it, and I will be very sad.
...
"I'm afraid that the Shuanggai boat can't carry it, and I'm full of sorrow." Li Wuxin, who has seven exquisite orifices, couldn't help but hum along, thinking about his miserable experience as if it was just yesterday.
Could it be that Wuxin has passed away and Wuxin has returned? The current Li Wuxin is both Li Wuxin and Qingluan.
Should she gently erase the past from the depths of her heart?
"I'm afraid that the boat in Shuanggai cannot carry it, and there are so many sorrows... Why do you still have so many sorrows after a hundred years have passed? Could it be that the autumn water in that river cannot carry it?"
At this moment, a woman's gentle voice suddenly appeared in the yard.
As if she didn't know who was coming, Po Meng still sang the last song and played the last note...
He raised his head, looked at the person who came and said, "A hundred years have passed, senior."
The visitor came to the table and sat down, gently stroking the strings, and sighed quietly: "The dragon that stirred up the wind and clouds in the nine heavens has turned into the strings between your fingers. It seems that you have many stories."
A golden light filled the air between her waves. When Li Wuxin was stunned, Po Meng in front of her turned into a thirteen-year-old boy...
Li Xiuyuan, who was dressed in black, looked at the woman in white skirt quietly and smiled: "Don't seniors know everything about me?"
The woman in the white dress looked at him, curled her lips, and said with a smile: "You were running around for nine or ten days, how could I know? Even the King of Hell in the underworld probably doesn't know, right?"
After speaking, he looked at the woman next to him and smiled: "Little girl, where are you from? How come you have lived in my yard, or stayed there for a hundred years!"
"Senior, you are... oh my god!" Li Wuxin covered his mouth.
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and said quietly: "I think I told you this... The me I used to be and the she in front of me are actually just a name. If you want, you can become that name. "
When the woman in the white dress heard this, she couldn't help but pat the table and said with a smile: "Little guy, you really should go to practice Buddhism. If you are ferrying people in the temple, you can be as good as me cooking soup on this bridge."
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and shook his head gently and said: "I am a Taoist priest! I am a talisman writer. If you don't believe me, ask Miss Li. She has relied on my talisman to survive the calamity for hundreds of years."
"Oh, come on, you know this truth in your heart...even the monks at Thousand Buddhas Temple can't beat you. By the way, you can even transform those monks, why don't you transform yourself?"
The woman in the white dress saw Li Xiuyuan put away the iron piano gently, looked at him and asked blankly.
"I've been cooking soup here for a hundred years, and I've been drinking it for a hundred years just to test the soup... I can't seem to remember many things clearly. Senior, I seem to have turned into you."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but smile faintly as he thought about his extremely simple life over the past hundred years.
The woman in the white dress couldn't help laughing, looked at him and said, "Isn't this exactly what you want to live in?"
Li Xiuyuan calmly put away the iron piano and put on the tea set.
