Rebirth of the supernatural sword emperor

Jiang Nan walked barefoot in the direction of Wangyou Mountain. There was no expression on her beautiful face, but various expressions kept flashing in her eyes, as if she was trying hard to accept something. The long silver ponytail behind her followed

As she moved and swayed, the red tie was dancing like a butterfly.

After who knows how many days and years, Jiang Nan came to a bridge. At the head of the bridge was a stone tablet with two big blood-red characters "Nai He" engraved on it.

"This is the legendary Naihe Bridge!" Jiang Nan chuckled, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and walked onto the bridge.

The entire bridge is more than ten meters wide and is made of red wood. I don't know whether it is vermilion paint or blood. The whole bridge is so red that you can't see the end at a glance.

Jiang Nan put away the folding fan and took out the Tang Dao. As he walked, he looked around and inadvertently looked under the bridge. The blue water flowed slowly, and occasionally a whirlpool appeared. A distorted human face could be vaguely seen.

The feeling of disappearing into the water is a bit scary. My instinct is that it is best to stay away from the water here.

Suddenly a tent appeared in Jiang Nan's eyes, "Is there someone there?" Jiang Nan looked at the tent in surprise, but still walked over. Anyway, in the words of the old man just now, he was already dead, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

When I walked into the tent, I realized how old the tent was. I don't know how many years it had been here. The tent had some signs of weathering. It was crumbling, and it seemed that the tent would collapse in the next moment.

"Ahem...are there people again?" An old voice came from behind Jiang Nan. Jiang Nan suddenly turned around and found that a hunched old woman was coughing and looking at him, with hazy eyes.

Staring at Jiang Nan with a trace of emotion, holding a kettle in one hand.

"Young man, come here! I'll take you on your way." The old woman turned around and walked towards the back of the tent without waiting for Jiang Nan to speak.

Jiang Nan shrugged and followed the old woman to the back of the tent. He saw a kettle on a coal stove steaming, obviously boiling. The old woman lifted the boiled kettle from the coal stove and put the kettle on the coal with difficulty.

It's on the stove, but unfortunately it can't be put on.

Jiang Nan couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward to take the kettle and helped her put the kettle back on the coal stove.

"Ahem, young man, you are so kind-hearted!" The old woman coughed twice and gasped. "But in this world, the people who die the fastest are kind-hearted people! Ahem..."

"Your tone of voice is so strange!" Jiang Nan put his index finger on his chin and said with a smile.

"You? Oh, you also saw that dead old man! Is he okay?" The old woman said with a smile as if she had remembered something.

"Yeah, he also gave me this..." Jiang Nan picked up the red tie on the ponytail from behind and waved it in front of the old woman's eyes. However, the old woman didn't even look at it, walked to a table, and started from the table.

Pick up a bowl and pour the water from the pot into the bowl.

The old woman put the teapot on the table and said in a cold tone: "You should have guessed who I am!"

"Of course, on Huangquan Road, I can't think of anyone else who would provide free tea except her. I'm right, Po Meng!" Jiang Nan said with a faint smile, looking at Po Meng.

"Haha, you are really different, no wonder that damn ghost would give you something. But now that you know who I am, you know what to do next!" Po Meng raised her head and laughed in a high-pitched voice, staring at

Jiang Nan said.

"Well, I've naturally been fascinated by the legendary Meng Po Soup for a long time, but can you tell me where the Wangxiang Terrace and the Sansheng Stone are? I want to take a look at the past and present lives!" Jiang Nan picked up the bowl of Meng Po Soup from the table.

said.

"I will take you there after you drink it! Drink quickly!" Meng Po looked at Jiang Nan in a hurry and said fiercely.

"You really have a bad temper!" Jiang Nan shook his head, raised his hand and drank the Meng Po soup. After drinking it, Jiang Nan became sluggish. He just stood there blankly.

"Haha, you are mine. This body, this perfect body belongs to me!" Po Meng ran towards the sluggish Jiangnan with a ferocious face with saliva at the corner of her mouth.

Just when Po Meng was about to touch Jiang Nan's clothes, a glimmer of light flashed in Jiang Nan's originally dull eyes, and she kicked Po Meng aside as she rushed towards him: "You really can't wait!" Jiang Nan pulled out the Tang Dao and slowed it down.

Said slowly.