The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

It was still the familiar Guimen Pass and Huangquan Road. After skillfully passing through Guimen Pass and walking along Huangquan Road to the end, Xuanyuan once again saw the endless stream of Wangchuan, Naihe Bridge and Po Meng on the bridge.

This time Xuan Yuan was not distracted by forcibly interpreting the rules of the underworld, but could study Wangchuan carefully. It is said that if you drink the water of Wangchuan River, all the feelings in your heart will be forgotten and you will no longer remember them in all your lifetimes. Forgetting the river means forgetting love.

But this is not the case with Meng Po Soup. After drinking Meng Po Soup, you will forget all the emotions, grievances and disputes in this life, and become a piece of white paper again before entering reincarnation. But when this soul dies again and returns to the underworld, he can remember his past and present lives. All of this can be reflected in front of the Sansheng Stone.

Therefore, Wangchuan is a more decisive kind of forgetfulness than Mengpo Tang. Just like the River of Forgetfulness itself, it cannot remember its own name from life to life and for eternity, so it can only call itself the River of Forgetfulness.

"The River of Forgetfulness...if those monks who cultivate the ruthless path can see this River of Forgetfulness, I'm afraid they will jump with joy." Blood red river.

For him, the water of Wangchuan is of no use at all. He is a swordsman who specializes in killing, but he is not one of those monks who practice the ruthless way. It makes no difference to him whether he forgets his feelings or not. People in this world are only divided into those who can be killed and those who do not want to be killed. Other than that, there is no difference.

Stepping onto the Naihe Bridge that spanned the Forgotten River, Xuan Yuan climbed up the steps and walked slowly toward the bridge. With every step he took, memories of his thousands of years of cultivation emerged one after another. His emotions, desires, and obsessions all emerged in his heart.

Taking a step on the Naihe Bridge, all kinds of things from the past life appear before your eyes. This is the Naihe Bridge, and it is also a road to ask questions. Are you willing to let go of the seven emotions and six desires in this life? After this life has passed, are you still stubborn and unwilling? Naihe Bridge, nothing in life.

But for Xuan Yuan, the replay of his life and the surge of emotions and desires he felt while walking on the Naihe Bridge were nothing at all. Mainly because... in the past thousand years, Xuanyuan was either practicing swordsmanship, killing people, or in retreat.

As for the love between children, well, to him, a thousand-year-old single, what is that? Don't know, don't know, don't care.

So to others, it is the Naihe Bridge that weeps blood and breaks the heart at every step, but to Xuan Yuan... it is just a stone bridge.

"Young man, on the Naihe Bridge, the dead can pass, but the living cannot. Please go back." When Xuan Yuan walked to the center of the stone bridge, the old woman who was making grass-green soup on the stone bridge and in the Meng Po Pavilion suddenly looked up and said, She sighed softly, her voice hoarse and her tone gentle.

Xuan Yuan stood with his hands behind his hands and paused outside Meng Po Pavilion. His deep eyes were filled with a bit of solemnity. Xuan Yuan looked at this old silver-haired old woman with a deep hunched back. Her face was wrinkled and skinny. His hands were slowly stirring in a large pot, and his movements were very slow, as if he was too old to move.

But Xuan Yuan knew that was not the case. Po Meng looked old, but her aura was very powerful. She was not dying as she looked on the outside. She was a very powerful ghost fairy. If not, she would not be able to suppress this. The souls of the dead who pass by Naihe Bridge every day.

Although, Xuan Yuan is absolutely confident that he can defeat her.

"I am very interested in this underworld, so I want to come here to experience it." Xuan Yuan stood with his hands behind his hands, his lips slightly hooked, and his smile was open and willful, "If you want to stop me, I will have to do something with you." "

He sighed, his expression calm and gentle, but there was a bit of sharpness and awe in his eyebrows: "Although I really don't want to do anything in the underworld, but if you insist on stopping me... I will not compromise." He thought. He wanted to see the whole underworld, and no one could stop him.

Po Meng stared at Xuan Yuan for a long time with her turbid eyes. Finally she sighed lowly, then lowered her head and continued to stir in the big pot with a lot of dirt: "If you want to cross the Naihe Bridge, you have to drink it." A bowl of Meng Po soup.”

She took out a large bowl, used a wooden spoon to scoop up a spoonful of green viscous liquid from the pot, poured it into the wooden bowl, and then handed it out: "Drink Meng Po soup, and you can cross the Naihe Bridge."

Meng Po put on a posture of either drinking Meng Po soup or fighting. Her attitude was very firm and resolute. This was the rule of Naihe Bridge. Even if Xuan Yuan was stronger than Meng Po, Meng Po would not let Xuan Yuan go in vain even if she was injured. past.

"Okay." In response to Meng Po's insistence, Xuan Yuan thought about the pros and cons between drinking Meng Po soup and fighting with Meng Po, and then nodded readily. He strode closer to Meng Po Pavilion, stretched out his hand, "give it to me."

Anyway, he has never tasted Meng Po Soup, so it would be a good idea to try it now! He wanted to know if this Meng Po soup could make him forget his whole life, and if it could wash away his memory.

Holding the wooden bowl, Xuan Yuan lowered his head and sniffed the smell of Meng Po soup. It was bitter, unpleasant, and very pungent. Xuan Yuan paused and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It wasn't that he was suspicious, but that Meng Po Tang not only looked weird, but also smelled weird...

Is this thing really drinkable? Xuan Yuan frowned and glanced at the bowl of Meng Po soup with a slightly stiff expression. He finally made up his mind, raised his head and drank the bowl of Meng Po soup in one gulp.

But what surprised Xuan Yuan was that after drinking the Meng Po soup, the taste in the mouth was not weird and bitter, but as clear as snow-capped mountain water and as sweet as honey water.

After a bowl of Meng Po soup, Xuan Yuan blinked his eyes, tilted his head and recalled, and then... he still remembered everything clearly!

What about forgetting the seven emotions and six desires of this life? These are all unreliable advertising slogans. He didn't forget anything. It's a crappy Mengpo soup. Bad review!

He thought Mengpo soup was so powerful, but in the end, he forgot nothing. He even remembered everything when he was thirteen years old and just started practicing!

As if she noticed Xuanyuan's speechlessness, Mengpo took the wooden bowl from Xuanyuan's hand tremblingly, and then said in a hoarse voice: "My lord, your soul is strong, and a bowl of Mengpo soup naturally can't make you forget the past."

Mengpo opened her turbid eyes and glanced at Xuanyuan, and said nonchalantly: "You have to drink at least a dozen bowls." She stretched out her hand and said, "But to cross this Naihe Bridge, one bowl is enough."

The corner of his lips twitched, Xuanyuan looked at Mengpo a little speechlessly, then shook his head and walked across the Mengpo Pavilion and walked under the bridge.

Xuanyuan had no curiosity about the Wangxiangtai and Sanshengshi. He didn't care about his past and his previous life, so he passed by without even looking at them.

After passing the Mingshan Mountain, Xuanyuan saw a huge and majestic palace from afar. Even at such a long distance, Xuanyuan still saw the words written on the horizontal plaque on the palace. Those were three iron-painted and silver-hooked, three-point-in-the-wood words - Yama Palace.

Finally arriving at the destination, Xuanyuan squinted slightly, looked up at Yama Palace, and then took a step out, and had already come to the front of Yama Palace from the side of Mingshan Mountain. Standing in front of Yama Palace, Xuanyuan paused for a moment, and finally shook his head and chuckled, and stepped in.

Even if there will be danger in Yama Palace, so what? Just because you know there will be danger, you have to give up? This is not Xuanyuan's style.

Knowing that the road ahead is dangerous, I go forward alone. This is Xuanyuan, or the style of sword cultivators.

After entering the Yama Palace, Xuan Yuan discovered that the hall inside the Yama Palace looked taller than it did from the outside. The area inside the palace was very large, and the sky was very high, but it was empty. There was nothing else except the throne at the top, and there was no trace of fireworks.

This was different from what Xuan Yuan had imagined about the Yama Palace. There was no Yama, no judge, and no wronged souls being judged. Instead, it was empty.

"You are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time!" Just as Xuan Yuan was looking around, a loud laugh suddenly sounded. The speaker's voice was crisp, his tone was cheerful and generous, his words were high-spirited, and he was full of fighting spirit.

Xuan Yuan looked up and saw that a figure appeared at the highest head of the Yama Palace. She was wearing a slim and thin black armor, holding a dragon scale whip that was four or five meters long in her hand. This person was full of fighting spirit, and her aura locked Xuan Yuan from a distance, making him unable to escape.

Zheng!

A sharp sword chant sounded, and the simple and unadorned Sky-breaking Sword appeared in Xuanyuan's palm. He looked up at the woman in black armor. From her aura to the weapon in her hand, Xuanyuan asked thoughtfully: "Are you Hades?"

"Yes!" Hades showed a sharp smile on his face, "I noticed the first time you entered the underworld. You are a very strong opponent. How about a fight?" Hades spoke very straightforwardly and made her meaning clear.

Xuanyuan did not answer, but the Sky-breaking Sword in his right hand suddenly trembled, emitting a clear sword chant.

A smile flashed across Hades' heroic and bright face. There was no need for Xuanyuan to answer. The reaction of his natal sword had already revealed his meaning.

Fight!

The sword energy was rampant, and the whip shadows were woven into a net. In this empty and huge Hades Palace, Xuanyuan let go of all restraints and fought Hades with all his strength.

The sword sang in the night, and the sword froze fourteen states. The sword energy was crisscrossed, as graceful as a startled wild goose, and the sword energy exploded in the Yama Palace. The sword intent was noisy and pressing, suppressing the entire underworld and causing turmoil.