Lu Fusheng reached out and touched the box with some vigilance, and a bunch of things came out in a hurry. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Five pieces of glittering lapis almost blinded everyone's eyes, Song Yan stepped forward to check, and was very surprised: "It's actually six-grade laplite!" This is the rhythm of getting rich! ”

Lu Fusheng smiled: "Senior brother, why are you so obsessed with money?" ”

Song Yan smiled and didn't speak, but continued to check the contents of the box.

The more he looked at it, the more strange Song Yan's face became.

Lu Fusheng couldn't help but look at it, a snakeskin bag that he didn't know what to do, a piece of coal that looked very ugly, a sword, a flute, some Chinese herbs and some fragments of dark iron.

She put it away after showing the Xuantie to everyone, and beckoned Jiang Qingcha: "This flute is very suitable for you." ”

Jiang Qingcha pouted: "What flute?" ”

But when Jiang Qingcha saw the flute, he took it in his hand with trembling hands, and sighed for a while: "Fusheng, your hand has been opened!" ”

Lu Fusheng looked at Jiang Qingcha puzzled.

Jiang Qingcha explained that this flute is Miao Jiang's call for the holy flute, with a white jade body, a fiery sword spike, and a butterfly that seems to be imprinted with wings that have been spreading.

This flute is three times more effective than her original flute, and the time it takes to perform a clear tone can be cut in half.

This flute will appear here, and Jiang Qingcha attributes it to Lu Fusheng's luck.

As for the rest of the things, everyone divided them according to their needs.

All the Chinese herbs were given to the rest of the alchemy, and the snakeskin bag was identified as a super Qiankun bag and the sword were given to Xie An, and the remaining ugly coal was put away by Song Yan, and the blue stone was one by one.

Lu Fusheng was worried that Song Yan would suffer a loss, so he asked cautiously: "What do you want coal for?" ”

Song Yan smiled mysteriously: "This is not a lump of coal, this is a good thing." ”

Lu Fusheng pursed his lips and didn't ask again, but continued to walk forward with the soul-attracting lamp.

Yu Sheng shouted at the back of his voice: "Go to the bridge, go to the bridge!" ”

"You have to pay a bridge toll to get on the bridge." An old voice resounded through the sky.

Immediately after, the manju sawa disappeared from everyone's sight, and was replaced by an ancient small bridge, on which a woman in gray lowered her head and stirred the jar in front of her.

"This is Lethe Bridge?" Lu Fusheng asked, "That mother-in-law is Meng Po, right?" ”

Half-idle, but wrinkled, not silent for a long time.

Song Yan also frowned and was stunned for a while before muttering, "It's not quite right." ”

"What's wrong?" Yu Sheng hurriedly came to Song Yan's side, for fear of losing face in front of this boss because of some negligence.

Song Yan glanced at Yu Sheng lightly and explained; "I saw in Master's picture book that Meng Po was not supposed to be a gray-haired old woman, but it doesn't look like this, it's like an aunt next door."

Listening to Song Yan's words, Banxian couldn't help but laugh: "When I met Meng Po back then, she was a young woman. ”

"You were tens of thousands of years ago?" Xie An silently added, "After so many years, it's not unusual for Meng Po to be old." ”

"Meng Po is a god." Half-idle raised eyebrows.

"But in the picture books we grew up, Meng Po is an old lady." Xie An used his own experience as a child to support his opinion.

Yu Sheng looked at the two of them as if they were seriously discussing and couldn't help but speak: "This is a secret realm, are you so online?" ”

Meng Po, who had been waiting for a long time, was not happy, and a bowl of soup was spilled.

Everyone didn't expect that Meng Po would directly use such a non-offensive trick as pouring soup, and they didn't even have time to hide at once, Meng Po soup fell on people, and a picture appeared in front of them.

It was a love that lasted until death, but after all, it couldn't compete with reality and law.

In the thousand-year reincarnation, the flowers and leaves of Manzhu Sawa will never be seen, which is a curse.

Once upon a time, the flowers and leaves of Manju Sawa each transformed into two spirits, one male and one female.

The two have the same heart and heart.

However, Huangquan Road couldn't tolerate this relationship, so he asked Meng Po to present a bowl of Meng Po soup to the two.

The woman knew something in advance and spilled all the Meng Po soup.

Year after year, year after year, the man has long forgotten the woman who fell in love with him back then.

The woman remembers those beautiful days after day.

After a long time, the woman felt sad and boring, she played tricks on the spirits on the Huangquan Road, tossed the passing travelers, just to ask them, is it happier to forget?

And Meng Po, who has been cooking Meng Po soup all year round, is used to seeing sorrows, joys and joys, and her heart has already been extremely cold.

She has never drunk Meng Po soup, and she has never forgotten her sweetheart, but there is no joy or sorrow.

"Is it that important to forget?" Meng Po's voice carried a sense of desolation that pierced through time.

The scene faded away, and they were speechless for a long time in the face of the woman with a calm face and eyes like the Dead Sea.

Meng Po scooped a bowl of soup and handed it to Song Yan, and said with a smile: "You can forget all your troubles when you drink it." ”

Song Yan slowly raised his hand and handed Meng Po soup to his mouth, and Meng Po smiled lightly.

Song Yan shook, as if he had suddenly sobered up.

He looked at Meng Po with a bowl and asked, "Manzhu Sawa said that she wanted a bowl of Lechuan water, can I send this bowl to her?" ”

Meng Po smiled faintly: "It's up to you." ”

Meng Po didn't seem to be aggressive, and Song Yan turned around and returned to Manzhu Sahua.

He had been staring at Song Yan's back for the rest of his life, and he was relieved to know that Song Yan came back empty-handed.

There is no impression about Meng Po for the rest of her life.

It was as if apart from them, no one had seen Meng Po in the Yin and Yang worlds.

And they passed this level like a joke, Meng Po splashed them with water, let them see a poignant love story, and then got out of the way.

Further on, there is the reincarnation platform.

They looked at those three words and stopped suddenly.

Looking back, Meng Po's stagnant eyes revealed a faint blankness.

For some reason, Banxian suddenly wanted to go to the Nine Netherworld Mansion to meet the real Meng Po for a while.

It's just that at this time, how to clear the customs is the most important thing.

Half-idle said tentatively: "In the Nine Netherworlds, the dead soul can jump into reincarnation and reincarnate as a human by walking through the Huangquan Road and drinking the water of Lethe, in this secret realm, can we leave from here?" ”

"But what if, we don't go out?" Yu Sheng asked rhetorically.

Lu Fusheng asked strangely, "Haven't you studied the strategy?" ”

"No one has ever seen Meng Po, so in the next paragraph after Meng Po, we will be the first to do the strategy." The rest of his life spread his hands and tentatively took a step forward.

Jiang Qingcha grabbed Yu Sheng suddenly: "Let me come." ”

Jiang Qingcha raised the appeal to his lips and played it gently, and a small green snake quickly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.