The white-eyed old man's three questions about Meng Fan are extremely close to the three unfilial pieties.

What are the three unfilial pieties?

Blind obedience, seeing that parents are at fault and not persuading, so that they fall into injustice, is the first type of unfilial piety;

The family is poor, and the parents are old, but they do not go to the official to eat and support their parents, which is the second kind of unfilial piety;

Not marrying a wife and having children, cutting off offspring, this is the third type of unfilial piety.

Among the three unfilial pieties, the third unfilial piety is the greatest.

As the saying goes, there are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is great.

The third question of the white-eyed old man was extremely ruthless, clearly pointing out that Xiaoxi was a mortal person, and Meng Fan should give up Xiaoxi, take individual women, and give birth to children to his parents......

"You know!"

Meng Fan, who rarely spoke rudely, couldn't help but scold the old man.

Why did he debut?

If Xiaoxi hadn't had an accident, he would have married Xiaoxi, had one or two children, or several children, accompanied Xiaoxi with the children, watched the sunrise and sunset every day, watched the grass grow, and watched the clouds roll up...... This kind of happy life is what he dreams of.

Even if he knew that he would become an elder in the future, a small deputy palace master, and a lord of a city...... It's all untempting.

The wife and children are hot on the kang, and the gods don't change it!

But something happened to Xiaoxi, he was extremely afraid of trouble, in order to save Xiaoxi, he walked all the way, like walking on thin ice, but even so, he would still lose his life if he was a little careless, he sometimes would "have no heart and no lungs" to think about how good he was when he was asleep, he didn't know anything, he wouldn't leave his family, he wouldn't walk out of Pig's Trotter Mountain, he wouldn't wander in thousands of rivers and mountains, he wouldn't see the deceit of this cultivation world, he wouldn't miss it, he would be miserable, lonely, lonely, and sad......

Meng Fan looked up at the sky and then at the ground.

Not what I want!

Meng Fan's eyes were momentarily confused, thinking about what this third layer was tossing?

What is a fight?

Is it to let yourself fight with yourself, fight with heaven and earth?

So what is this white-eyed old man?

What does it represent?

Meng Fan suddenly looked directly at the old man and asked, "Old man, you are so old, your parents have died, right?"

The white-eyed old man was stunned when he heard this.

Meng Fan asked again: "When your parents died, did you have to wear linen and filial piety to see you off?"

Meng Fan no longer looked at the white-eyed old man's face, and continued: "Do you remember where your parents' graves are now?

"You are half a year old, and you can leave an heir for your ancestors, why are you here alone now?"

"Where are you from? Do you remember where your hometown is?"

"If you have children, do you know what they have become now?"

"Have you ever made a toy for them and bought them something to eat?"

"Your wife, have you ever given her true affection, is she doing now? Have you ever thought about her?"

"Did she send you off when you left her, did she cry?"

"Did you look back at her when you left?"

"Maybe she's holding a crying child or two in her hands!"

The white-eyed old man floated in front of Meng Fan, in Meng Fan's repeated questioning, his expression became more and more stiff, the fog around him was rolling, and the air flow was disordered, he was originally the interrogator here, but he didn't expect to be asked by Meng Fan to have a lot of fluctuations in his mood, it was strange!

"Hugh is talking nonsense!" The white-eyed old man suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, and the white-eyed eyebrows that were several meters long fluttered with great momentum, "Little mole ant, you dare to stir your three-inch tongue in front of the old man, what qualifications do you have to ask the old man these little things? Do you know how old the old man has lived? How many spring moons and autumn winds have you seen in the world? How many earthly life and death, joys and sorrows have you seen?"

The white-eyed old man opened his arms and fluttered with long sleeves: "The things you said are just a grain of millet in the sea in the eyes of the old man, a grain of sand in the desert, the old man is already floating outside, not disturbed by the dust, you can glimpse the avenue of heaven and earth when you look up and look down, and you can only see a piece of heaven at the bottom of the well, how do you know the vastness of the old man's state of mind......"

The old man kept talking, his voice was deafening, and he almost said that he had eaten more salt than Meng Fan had walked.

"Don't you dare to recall?" Meng Fan said softly, "How do you have a great state of mind? Is there any sourceless water and rootless wood in this world? Mirror flowers and water moon are really meaningless and beautiful?

"How can the old man not be in it?" The white-eyed old man stretched out his finger and raised his long white eyebrows, "The old man just said that the old man has seen how many spring moons and autumn winds in the world, how many life and death ......"

"Then I'll ask you, old man. Meng Fan raised his head and said slowly.

"Can you remember the full moon of the year you were born?"

"You've seen a lot of life and death, have you been to Netherworld Purgatory?"

"What's on the bridge, what's carved on the Sansheng Stone?"

"How many lifetimes can I miss it?"

"Who did the mountain league swear to?"

"Have you ever cried with a wine and looking at the moon?"

"Have you ever ignored a word?"

"Has there ever been a cycle of life and death in this earthly world?"

Meng Fan's voice was not high, but the more he spoke, the faster he spoke, the voice spread out, buzzing in the ears of the white-eyed old man, the white-eyed old man seemed to be in a state of thought, and the two white-eyed eyebrows that were several meters long were unconsciously drooping......

Has anyone ever asked him this before?

Among the people who appeared before him, there were those who did not speak, those who wept and begged for mercy, and those who begged for death with all their hearts...... No one asked him so many questions, he was condescending to ask others, destroying the state of mind of those people!

The white-eyed old man felt a strange emotion spread in his chest, and what Meng Fan had said kept echoing in his mind.

Some things seem to be remembered!

Her eyes were teary eyes, and he vaguely remembered them;

He said those mountain alliances and sea oaths, and he didn't seem to have forgotten them;

It seems that there really was a day when he drank too much and cried under the moon;

It seems that it is really for someone's words, he doesn't care about it, he can go to the sword mountain and the sea of fire;

Thinking about it, the white-eyed old man's two long eyebrows lowered to the side of his face, and suddenly his nose was sore, and tears filled his eyes, and the white-bearded old man hurriedly raised his head, pretending to be majestic and profound, wanting to seep tears back into his eyes.

Meng Fan only said lightly: "If you want to cry, cry!"

The white-eyed old man sniffed strongly, but he didn't let the tears flow.

Meng Fan raised the corners of his lips: "If you don't cry, how do you know what tears taste?"

The white-eyed old man suddenly let out a low whimper from the depths of his throat, and two lines of tears flowed down the wrinkles on his face, curling down, and his body twitched one after another, obviously grief to the extreme!

The third floor of Emperor Chongming's Immortal Palace, bucket.

What is consumed is people's fighting spirit, fighting spirit, and will to survive!

The white-eyed old man is not a human being, but he can use the white mist to communicate people's hearts, and in the long years, he has fused the memories of countless people, and then these memories destroy them, but whoever appears in front of him, even if he can get out alive, this life will be wasted...... At this time, Meng Fan asked repeatedly, and the love, hatred, hatred, and hatred of those people, all kinds of feelings surged into his heart, lingering!

The white-eyed old man cried like a wounded child for a while.

At this time, there was a faint layer of flames, burning under the old man's suspended body, and I don't know when it appeared there......

The white-eyed old man suddenly asked Meng Fan, "Are the tears salty?"

"Crying for the first time, right?"

"It seems to be ......"

"Then it's better to cry a little longer. ”

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