At this point, the old man sighed leisurely: "This is a living story, and I feel sad just thinking about it."
Po Meng was even more speechless. She looked at the old man and said, "In this case, the emperor is not a foolish king. He can uphold justice for an ordinary old man."
The old man laughed: "The emperor wants to educate the world and follow the rules of heaven, so he will naturally punish these evil people."
After speaking, he looked at the snowy moon in the sky and drank all the spiritual wine in the glass in one gulp.
When Po Meng saw it, she stood up and took a bowl of hot soup from the pot: "Drink this soup and go find your dream in the afterlife."
The old man took the wooden bowl, blew on it, held it in his hand, and drank the soup in a short while.
He sighed and said with a wry smile: "The world is too miserable. I would rather not be a human being in the next life."
Po Meng was speechless for a moment, so she could only reply: "Can you not control the six paths of reincarnation?"
The old man put down the empty bowl in his hand and said goodbye to Po Meng: "I'm going to see if I can do something different in my next life. I say goodbye, senior, and thank you for the spiritual wine."
Po Meng pointed to the snow-covered railing and asked, "Look carefully, what's written on it?"
The old man turned his head and looked around, only to see a faint light emerging from the stone fence covered by white snow.
He looked at the two people above and murmured, "Senior, what I saw was the word 'Shura', so I'll go."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and headed to the other side of Wangchuan River without looking back.
Seeing the old man disappearing in front of her, Po Meng couldn't help but sigh: "They say that the world is suffering, but you don't know that the Infernal Shura is suffering even more!"
The snowy moon faintly shone on the Wangchuan River, illuminating the woman with a wry smile as she slowly poured the remaining soup into the river, and also illuminating the lonely souls rushing to drink the soup.
Sure enough, as Po Meng said, no one can guess the mystery of the six realms of reincarnation.
The old man told two stories, both of which are inseparable from greed, anger and ignorance.
After putting away the bowl and extinguishing the fire, Po Meng waved her hand to open the magic circle on the bridge and walked towards Huangquan Village step by step.
At this moment, the teacher and Xiao Ling'er should be in their dreams.
…
Spring goes and spring comes again, when the wind and snow in the sky of Wangchuan Bridge turn into the elves in Li Xiuyuan's fingers, and turn into countless sword energy slashing into the void.
The peach blossoms and apricot blossoms in Huangquan Village revealed their buds on the branches.
Po Meng and Xiao Ling'er had already prepared Yiling rice and water jars, waiting for Li Xiuyuan to start brewing wine.
Confucius Avenue is promising, and he has become accustomed to life in Huangquan Village with peace of mind. In addition to teaching Xiao Ling'er to play the piano and Long Potian to read and write, he also goes for walks in the village.
These days, only Po Meng is the most comfortable.
Because Li Xiuyuan went to the bridge for her at night, and Xiao Ling'er and Long Potian accompanied her up the mountain to collect elixirs during the day.
Lying in bed in the afternoon, she could still hear the sound of Xiao Ling'er's piano. Such days were a rare enjoyment for her.
It took five days, and with the help of Xiao Ling'er and Long Potian, Li Xiuyuan brewed ten tanks of spiritual wine.
Two jars belonged to King Guang of Qin, and the others were left in Po Meng's yard.
Po Meng looked at him and smiled: "Why don't you see Ji Zang come up to you for a drink?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly when he heard this, so he had to take Long Potian to brew another vat, saying that if Ruruo Ksitigarbha came, he would give him another vat of spiritual wine.
After all, next time, I don’t know which year or month I will be able to return here.
Xiao Ling'er is quite quiet these days. From time to time, she accompanies Li Xiuyuan to make soup on the bridge.
Looking at the surging river, Xiao Ling'er couldn't help but ask: "Brother, spring has come. After the spirit wine is brewed, are you going to leave Xiao Ling'er?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and replied softly: "I don't know either. As long as you practice well here and wait for the memory of your previous life to awaken, I can rest assured that there is no vendetta here."
Xiao Ling'er said oh, thought for a while and replied: "Think about it, this place is somewhat similar to the ancient Mingyue Village."
"Mingyue Village...that's a dream."
Li Xiuyuan sighed and replied: "Maybe when you grow up and become more powerful than my eldest sister, you can go back."
"Are you like my brother?" Xiao Ling'er asked.
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan replied: "I'm not good enough yet. I can't help myself wherever I go. I also hope to be like you one day..."
Xiao Linger smiled and handed Li Xiuyuan a jar of honey.
He smiled and said, "There is autumn honey in it, as well as spring honey. My brother will use it to pickle apricots when he goes back. It will definitely be delicious."
"Would you like to keep some? You can pickle it in Huangquan Village. Sister can do it."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and asked, "You and the teacher can both eat it then."
Xiao Ling'er nodded: "I still have some here, how can I miss them? My eldest sister also likes to eat pickled apricots."
The two returned home all the way. The master was teaching Long Potian how to write, and Meng Po was sitting beside him boiling water and making tea.
Seeing the two people coming in, Po Meng smiled: "It's rare that Xiao Ling'er is in a good mood today and is willing to accompany her brother to the bridge to make soup."
Xiao Ling'er sighed and said with a wry smile: "I want to go sometimes, but my brother won't let me follow."
Seeing Li Xiuyuan's silent expression, Master couldn't help but sighed and asked, "Xiuyuan, are you leaving here?"
When the dragon soul entered the body, even the master was not completely refined. King Qin Guang said that he was afraid that when the master was refining, that would be the day when he would break through the realm and overcome the tribulation.
The master is not in a hurry now.
Li Xiuyuan replied: "I don't know, it may be a few days, it may be until the end of spring."
Comings and goings are never arranged by himself, and this is something he has no control over.
Po Meng took his hand and said softly: "Today, Xiao Ling'er and I picked some bamboo shoots on the mountain and will fry them later in the evening. These spring bamboo shoots and your winter bamboo shoots have two different flavors."
"Okay, just so I want to have a drink."
Li Xiuyuan took a space ring and handed it to his master and said, "Teacher, these are some spiritual stones that the disciple found later. I don't need them right now, so you can use them first."
The master trembled: "There is so much spiritual energy here, how can we use spiritual stones?"
Shaking his head, Li Xiuyuan explained: "Disciples can't help but come and go, and I don't know if the teacher can come back when he leaves Huangquan Village..."
Xiao Ling'er nodded, took the ring and stuffed it into the master's hand.
He smiled and said, "This is my brother's wish. Teacher, please don't worry about him."
Long Potian then said: "Don't be afraid, we can find more spirit stones after we leave, so teacher don't have to worry."
Li Xiuyuan waved his hand: "You guys have tea, I'll take a break."
…
The spring breeze blew, blowing the petals on the branches, but could not move Li Xiuyuan's dream.
After completing the arrangements for the master, King Qin Guang helped solve the remaining matters. Then he fulfilled his promise to King Qin Guang, and even brewed a jar of apricot flower wine for Ksitigarbha.
Facing the crescent moon and the gentle spring breeze, Li Xiuyuan once again went to the head of Wangchuan Bridge.
It seemed like it was just one winter day, but he had practiced swordsmanship for two winters. Although he could not yet compare with the female saint, he was already very satisfied.
At least I have found the direction of cultivation and have an extra trump card to save my life.
In his opinion, it was enough for Datang at least.
The clouds were very low on spring nights, and even though there was a crescent moon shining on it, the sky and the earth were hazy.
After getting on the bridge, I lined up the wooden bowls in the basin and poured soup into it. I looked at the other side and wondered if I would go to Lingshan Mountain with my eldest sister tomorrow to collect herbs. I would also go to the top of the mountain to see the cave that Qingluan's father had sealed.
He was interested in the matter of seeking knowledge and wanted to find out.
After waiting for half an hour, watching dozens of guys drinking soup in boredom and heading to the other side of the bridge, I couldn't even think of inquiring.
I secretly sighed that hearing too much of this story was like drinking too much soup on the bridge.
After listening to the second part, I soon forgot the first part.
A gust of night wind blew by, bringing some petals to the bridge of Wangchuan. Li Xiuyuan stretched out his hand to catch a piece, wrapping it around his fingers.
But he saw a figure wandering at the end of the bridge. It was like the first time he came here, and he didn't know whether he should go on the bridge or not.
Sighing, Li Xiuyuan, who transformed into Po Meng, stared at the petals between his fingers.
He murmured to himself: "There is the River of Forgetfulness here. Once you get here, there is no turning back. It's just a matter of time..."
The figure at the bridge was stunned, obviously frightened.
After a moment of panic, he lowered his head and thought for a long time before slowly walking towards the bridge.
Looking at Po Meng, who was wearing a floral skirt, she said, "Mother-in-law, is this the River of Forgetfulness? Do I have to cross a bridge to reincarnate?"
Po Meng smiled and said: "Where does the girl come from and why is she so uncertain? This place is naturally above the legendary River of Forgetfulness..."
Looking closely, he saw in front of him a woman in her twenties, wearing a red dress.
With long hair reaching her shoulders, it was obvious that she died before getting married. Seeing this, Po Meng couldn't help but sigh secretly, thinking that the world is indeed impermanent.
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Since your cultivation is not weak, why did you enter reincarnation so early? Where is your home?"
With her beautiful hair framing a melancholy face, the woman in the red dress couldn't stop her tears from dripping down. She started crying without replying.
Po Meng couldn't see it, so she had to drag a chair to the table and pour another cup of spiritual tea.
Said: "It's still early, how about having a cup of spiritual tea, sitting for a while, and chatting with my mother-in-law?"
The woman in the red dress nodded when she heard this, pinched her sleeves and gently wiped away the tears on her face, sighed, and took a sip of the spiritual tea.
Then he replied: "The little girl Murong Lingyu is from Tianluo City..."
"Boom!" Like a spring thunder in the night sky, it awakened Po Meng's memory of Goudan. That year, she followed her husband and his wife, Mu Mu.
The past from Dagouzhen all the way to Tianluo City.
Thinking of this, Po Meng sighed quietly and said: "Don't worry, tell me your past slowly and see if I can share some of your sorrow."
The woman in the red dress sighed and said quietly: "This is an unbearable story. I never thought that I would be harmed by the brother of my best sister..."
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but frowned upon hearing this.
He muttered to himself: "Who? Wu Dangyong?"
With a roar, this thunder fell on Murong Lingyu's head. Holding a cup of spiritual tea, she was stunned.
Looking at the frowning Po Meng in front of her, she asked, "Senior, have you been to Tianluo City? Do you know Mr. Wuhua and his sister Luo Hanyan from the City Lord's Mansion?"
Po Meng shook her head: "Haha... leave me alone and continue telling your story."
I sighed secretly in my heart, thinking that this world is so small. When I came to the Forgotten River and transformed into Po Meng to guard the bridge for my eldest sister, I would also meet my old friends from Tianluo City.
Although it was only a brief encounter.
He didn't even dare to confirm whether the woman in the red dress in front of him still remembered the young Goudan who disappeared with the wind by the Yanyu Lake.
Murong Lingyu frowned slightly and took another sip of spiritual tea. Po Meng slowly refilled the hot tea for her.
"Originally, Wu Hua's sister Luo Hanyan and I were good sisters. We have been sympathetic to each other for more than ten years and have never blushed..."
Murong Lingyu smiled wryly at herself and said: "Unexpectedly, it turned out to be just my wishful thinking and my own sentimentality..."
Po Meng replied coldly: "You are not the first to be sentimental and hateful since ancient times... It's just that since Wuhua is married to Princess Wutong, how could he harm you?"
In his opinion, since Wuhua has an inexplicable grudge against him, he is still a disciple of Mount Xumi, so he should pay attention to his image no matter what, right?
Not to mention, he is still the young master of Tianluo City.
Murong Lingyu smiled bitterly and said: "Everything has to start with the murals in a secret realm..."
