The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Climbing up the well-proportioned bluestone steps, Xuan Yuan slowly stepped onto the Naihe Bridge. His silver-patterned robe silently passed over the dusty bluestone as he walked, but not a single dust on the ground was stained. . Because what covers this Naihe Bridge is not ordinary dust, but deep memories and deep-rooted feelings that have turned into dust under the heavy pressure of time.

Stepping on the bluestone bridge covered with traces of the vicissitudes of time and dusted with memory, every step Xuan Yuan takes, pulled by the mysterious power of this Naihe Bridge, a dusty memory of the past will be forcibly awakened, and then It reappeared before his eyes, as if he were experiencing it all over again.

These memories and emotions from the past surged up in Xuan Yuan's mind, including the difficulty and hesitation when he first embarked on the path of cultivation, the high spirits when he was successful in cultivation, the majesty and solemnity when guarding the Sword Sect, the loneliness and loneliness when he was Ling Jueding. Loneliness... Naihe Bridge evokes his nostalgia and feelings for the past, as if trying to make Xuan Yuan sleep in the memories of the past, and also seems to be reminding him through this method of evoking the past that the past can no longer be pursued and should be Look forward and move forward.

"I have known this for a long time." Xuan Yuan chuckled and shook his head slightly. Even without Naihe Bridge to bring out these past memories and emotions, Xuan Yuan knew what to do. If he had been content with the past and refused to move forward, he would not have taken such a risky step as ascending when he still had a thousand years to live. The immortal ladder had been broken for ten thousand years, and when Xuan Yuan tried to ascend, it would have been long ago. Be prepared to die.

Striding across the bluestone slabs under his feet, Xuan Yuan walked from the bank of the Wangchuan River and the other end of the Naihe Bridge to the center of the Naihe Bridge, where Po Meng's Wangyou stall was placed. The stall was very simple, with only a yellowed and old white cloth covering the top. There were five or six large white porcelain bowls with small gaps on the rim on an old wooden table. Next to the wooden table was a statue of half a person. The large pot is more than one meter high and has a diameter of more than one meter. Steam is coming out of it, and a special aroma is wafting out, which makes people feel ethereal.

This cauldron, half a man's height, is completely black, with mysterious lines all over its body. However, these lines are obscured by the thick dirt accumulated over the years, making it difficult to distinguish them clearly. Behind this old-looking cauldron, which had been used for an unknown number of years, stood a stooped old lady. She was wearing a dark blue robe, leaning on a cane in one hand, and holding a large pot ladle in the other. Stirring in the big pot was none other than Po Meng.

The old lady with white hair and wrinkled face is already very old. She looks senile, making people suspect that she may fall down at any time. After all, she is old and it is impossible to say when she will die. However, although the old lady's face has drooped with age, her hands are still very steady. She grabs the big pot spoon in her right hand and constantly stirs the hot soup in the big pot, causing more steam and white mist to rise on the big pot. Come.

It's just that, although this scene seems to have a homely and warm atmosphere, what can't be erased is that no matter how you look at it, these dark green soups boiled in this dark cauldron look... It's all very weird. The green soup was boiling in the cauldron, and bubbles appeared from time to time. The color was so weird that one suspected it was poisonous.

Xuan Yuan stood in front of Meng Po's Wangyou stall. Although he had seen the projected Wangyou stall before, he had to say that the appearance of the real Meng Po soup seemed to be more lethal. Xuan Yuan lowered his eyes and glanced at Po Meng who was still standing behind the big pot stirring the green and turbid soup. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Give me a bowl of Po Meng soup."

Po Meng's right hand stirred the soup for a moment. She leaned the large spoon in her hand against the wall of the pot to ensure that she would not cause any trouble to Meng Po's soup due to her shaking hands. Then she slowly looked up. Xiang Xuanyuan showed a complicated expression on his old face covered with wrinkles and age spots, as if to say: Why is it you again, why is it always you.

In Po Meng's timeline, it had only been a few decades since she last saw Xuan Yuan. For Meng Po, who lives in the underworld and sticks to Naihe Bridge to cook Meng Po soup day after day and year after year, Xuan Yuan is the only person she has seen in hundreds of years who cannot beat Meng Po but still wants to drink Meng Po soup. The living person of Tang is really impressed, and now he recognizes it when he sees it.

Meng Po glanced at Xuan Yuan with complicated eyes, and said slowly: "Meng Po soup is a forget-me-not soup made for the souls who are about to be reincarnated to wash away the memories and emotions of their past lives. You are not a dead person. You walked across the Naihe Bridge. You have never fallen into confusion, and it obviously has not made you unable to see clearly. Why do you want to drink Meng Po soup?"

"Oh, you ask this?" He blinked his phoenix eyes, Xuan Yuan's thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a light smile, and he replied with a nonchalant smile, "I just want to try, the real Po Meng Can the soup make me forget my past life? It is said that Meng Po's soup can wash away people's memories and emotions. I am very interested in it. I just happened to give it a try now. "

Po Meng, Po Meng fell silent. Her left hand on crutches couldn't help but tremble a little. Not only did she have an impulse in her heart, she wanted to give the guy in front of her a cane and let him make a casual request and ruin Meng Po soup. Knowing how difficult it is to make Meng Po soup, it is not just for him to waste! How can anyone come to drink Mengpo soup just to see if drinking Mengpo soup will make you forget everything? What on earth do you take Mengpo soup for?

She can't beat her, she can't beat her, she can't beat her! After silently reciting the cruel reality three times in her heart, Po Meng finally suppressed the urge to fight with Xuan Yuan. She tried hard to squeeze out a smile on her face that was full of wrinkles and could not be distinguished. She spoke to Xuan Yuan in a tone of voice. He smiled "kindly" and said, "Sir, please wait a moment, I will serve you some soup right now."

She picked up the large pot with her right hand, which was as dry as a chicken's claw. Meng Po tremblingly scooped out a bowl of soup and handed it to Xuan Yuan. Her tone was respectful: "Sir, this is Meng Po soup. Please use it." After drinking, Just leave quickly and don’t come here to drink soup again. Don’t embarrass her, a lower-level worker in the underworld (?) who works day and night to maintain a small business without any income, okay!

Taking the large white porcelain bowl, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. The Meng Po soup with a faint green color being cooked in the large pot was obviously steaming hot, but Meng Po's soup was scooped out and served in the white porcelain bowl. The Po soup is completely cold, with no warmth at all when touched in the hand. It is so cold that only a dense fragrance quietly emerges and floats on the tip of the nose, making people unable to help but feel intoxicated and lost in thought.

Lowering his eyes and staring at the soup, which looked so weird that it made people completely unappetizing, Xuan Yuan raised his hand and put the rim of the white porcelain bowl to his lips, raised his head and drank all the bowl of Meng Po soup. Xuan Yuan drank the cold and clear green soup in one gulp and poured it into his stomach. However, after finishing the bowl of Meng Po soup, he said...

"It tastes nothing." Holding the empty bowl in his hand, Xuan Yuan cast his eyes on Po Meng, slightly doubting whether she was using fake Meng Po soup to deceive others. What the hell was she brewing? The green-colored decoction looks very permeable, but in fact it has no taste at all, worse than pure water, which is really boring.

Taking the white porcelain bowl from Xuan Yuan's hand, a dim light flashed across Meng Po's turbid old eyes. She raised her head and stared deeply at Xuan Yuan. Meng Po just said: "Meng Po soup is based on Wangchuan water. The Seven Emotions and Six Desires were added as the main ingredients and mixed with Forget-worn Grass. The adults drank the Mengpo Soup but did not taste any taste. This shows that the Seven Emotions and Six Desires in the world are nothing to adults and can no longer affect them in the slightest. "

Xuan Yuan responded boredly: "Oh, so Meng Po Soup is of no use to me at all, is it?"

"As a living person, if you have a very strong emotion of not wanting to forget, then no matter how much you drink Meng Po soup, you will still not forget the things you don't want to forget, and you will still remember them very deeply." Mr. Meng Po He replied honestly, "My lord is very strong, so as long as you don't want to, even Meng Po Soup can't forcefully wash away your memory."

Xuan Yuan was deep in thought, and nodded slightly towards Po Meng. He stopped saying anything about the matter. Instead, he raised his finger and pointed at the figure lingering on the other end of Naihe Bridge, pointing at the figure wearing a light golden robe with a blank face. The tall figure lingering in confusion asked in a deep voice: "Who is he and why is he lingering here? Don't you even care about the underworld?"

Po Meng couldn't help but think haha. The reason why they didn't care about this pale golden figure in the underworld was exactly the same as the reason why Po Meng didn't dare to anger Xuan Yuan. They couldn't beat this person in the underworld and were no match for him. In this case, they The underworld naturally does not dare to care about this person wandering around and refusing to enter reincarnation.

Anyway, after tens of thousands of years, this figure in a pale golden robe was just wandering around the Wangchuan River. He would not disturb the order of the underworld too much, so they reluctantly tolerated it and didn't care too much about him, just let him go. Let him wander along the banks of the River of Forgetfulness. At worst, just treat him as a decoration and ignore him.

Looking at Po Meng's expression and reaction, Xuan Yuan vaguely guessed something. He chuckled lightly and stopped asking who the lingering figure was and why he was wandering here. Instead, he asked instead: "Where is Ming Yue?" ?where is she?"

Hearing Xuan Yuan inquire about Ming Yue's whereabouts, Meng Po suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then she sighed softly: "His Majesty Pluto is beside the Sansheng Stone."