The two of them grinded their ears and temples, as if they had just discovered Wang Ming, Fan Wuxu was a little embarrassed, and pulled Meng Po over, "Come, Jiang Er, this is the immortal who rescued her husband." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Little girl Meng Jiang, meet the immortals."

Meng Jiang was wearing a waist-length skirt, elegant and quiet, with a waist wrapped around the palace silk waist, and came to thank Wang Ming.

"Get up, little things, what's the point." Wang Ming didn't dare to be too pretentious, and reached out to help the two of them up.

To put it mildly, Hei Wuchang and Meng Po are famous ghosts and gods in Yinsi, Wang Ming is an ordinary person, he finds that he is facing an uncle, and he doesn't dare to be too casual.

"I wanted to offer some merit to repay the immortal for saving the helpless. But listening to what Fan Lang said, the immortals don't look down on merit, and the little woman has nothing to handle, only this bowl of Meng Po soup is not bad, and the Three Realms are famous. ”

Meng Jiang picked up a jade bowl, and the merit in the bowl flickered, and it was washed by the medicinal soup, shining brightly.

"Ah, Meng Po Tang."

Hearing Meng Jiang's words, Wang Ming was shocked and complained in his heart, "Merit, I lack it!" It's very lacking! It's very important, but if you are poor, who says that there is no lack of merit? I'm still worried about the decrease in merit. ”

Wang Ming really wanted to explain that this was a misunderstanding, a big misunderstanding, and he received merit.

However, he brought his own immortal aura, and he didn't dare to easily expose the misunderstanding, he pretended to be forced, no matter what the consequences were, he had to pretend all the way, it was exciting.

"Yes, Meng Po soup is made of precious medicinal materials in the world and the underworld, plus the water of the Lechuan River, which has miraculous effects."

"The ghost drank the Meng Po soup, and the good man was reincarnated as a human after drinking, and became wiser and stronger; The wicked are drunk, dim, tired, and weakened, so that they may have a chance to rehabilitate themselves. ”

"Drugs taken from the world, boiled into soup that looks like wine but not wine, are divided into five flavors: sweet, bitter, bitter, acidic and alkaline."

"Come to think of it, the above immortal energy, it will also drink a delicious taste, the taste is special, Meng Jiang specially prepared for Xie Shangxian."

Meng Jiang was affectionate and sincere, unpretentious, holding a bowl of Meng Po soup, respectful and unusual.

"Shangxian please, I drank this bowl of Meng Po soup, and I have the right to be kind to the insiders."

Fan Wusu licked his lips, looking hungry and thirsty, looking at Meng Po Tang as if he saw something good.

Wang Ming didn't dare to drink it easily, good and evil were inseparable after all, he was just a good person, not an immortal, pretending to take the jade bowl handed over by Meng Jiang, "This Meng Po soup is famous in the Three Realms, it is really magical." ”

"Shangxian may not know that the medicinal food cooked by Meng Jiang is famous in the underworld, and this Meng Po soup is even better, we have nothing to do, just take her bite." Fan Wusu was full of happiness, licked his lips, and was a foodie.

"This soup can be drunk by mortals?" Wang Ming looked at the black man Fan Wushu, as if to help him ask.

"Shangxian can rest assured, good mortals drink this Meng Po soup, can be refreshing, refreshed, can make people forget many things to recall. If there is no boiling in the water of the Lechuan River, it is a good medicinal food with ordinary water, which can stabilize the mind, regulate qi and blood, and calm the soul and sleep. Meng Jiang didn't forget to introduce it.

"These medicinal herbs are available in the mortal world?" Wang Ming held Meng Po soup and didn't drink it, and asked without a trace.

"This soup was originally boiled by the little girl in the mortal world, with two spoonfuls of honey, sour jujube kernels three coins mashed, longan meat, Sichuan salvia three coins each, lily five coins steamed, lily five coins steamed, and an egg yolk added. After coming to the underworld, after improving the prescription, using the water of the Lechuan River, and the egg yolk is also used for the yin crow egg yolk, the medicinal soup can be famous in the Three Realms and become the famous Meng Po soup. ”

Hearing what Meng Jiang said, Wang Ming's heart let go a lot, and he looked at Fan Wusheng, "Is it possible to drink without help?" ”

"I can't drink in this body, and I have become a foreign black living in a foreign land, living a hard life, and doing some out-of-the-ordinary things in order to survive." Fan Wuxu's expression was gloomy.

"Fan Lang suffered."

Meng Jiang cried when he heard this, his eyebrows were full of pity, if it weren't for Lu Juan coveting her beauty, Fan Wusu would not have suffered this catastrophe, and he felt guilty.

Therefore, Meng Jiang was even more grateful to Wang Ming for rescuing Fan Wusheng and returning to his position, holding a medicine spoon in his hand, holding a jade bowl in his hand, pouring medicinal soup, and facing the jade bowl in Wang Ming's hand, "Senior, please, dry this bowl of Meng Po soup." ”

With that, she drank it all.

"Dry, dry this bowl of Meng Po soup."

Wang Ming put his mind at ease, he is full of merit, obviously he will not be a bad person, he is confident that he can have three hundred merit points at the beginning, and he has not done anything bad, drinking this Meng Po soup, even if he is not an immortal, there will be nothing.

Grunt! Grunt!

Meng Po soup entrance, all kinds of flavors on Wang Ming's heart, many years of confusion because of the death of his parents in a car accident, provoked the hardships of a family, the bitterness of going out to be an old driver, the happiness of getting along with his sister, the world's flavors, ups and downs, and many feelings came to him.

At this time, the whole person relaxed, and there was a feeling of unloading the burden and freeing him, which made Wang Ming happy in his heart and shed tears.

"Laughing."

After drinking Meng Po soup but a cup of tea, but after half a life, Wang Ming calmed down, looked at Fan Wusu and the two said lightly.

"Shangxian, a person with such a temperament, it is better to sigh without help."

"The immortals are compassionate and compassionate, and they are really virtuous."

Fan Wusu and Meng Jiang hugged their fists, they were even more respectful, admiring in their hearts, but they still cried over the ability of immortals, they thought that Wang Ming was compassionate and compassionate, and wept for the suffering of the world.

"That's it, let's go, I'm leaving."

Wang Ming felt that his whole person had been sublimated, and he unloaded his courage in his heart, becoming more free and easy, holding the green ox in his hand, and turned around to leave.

Besides, if you stay in the underworld for a while, you will consume more merit points, but Wang Ming is unwilling.

"Immortals, please slow down!"

Meng Jiang held a gourd in his hand and stopped Wang Ming, "Shangxian saved Fan Lang from water and fire, the little woman has nothing to reciprocate, she should use a gourd Meng Po soup for Shangxian to drink on the way to quench her thirst." ”

"Great goodness!"

Wang Ming agreed to come down, and he was not hypocritical, and took Meng Po's soup gourd.

The three of them crossed the Nai He Bridge and came to the other side of the Lechuan River, where Fan Wusu manifested himself and carried the black man onto the green ox.

Fan Wusu is in black clothes and black hats, and his skin is white, he is such a handsome young man, he and Meng Jiang are really polite, a pair of beautiful people made in heaven.

"The predecessors have orders, and there is no salvation when the liver and brain work on it."

Fan Wusu bowed respectfully and admired Wang Ming from the bottom of his heart.

"Meng Jiang, it's the same." Meng Jiangfu sang with the woman, and also bowed respectfully.

"Two people stay, no need to send more."

Wang Ming rode a green ox, holding a bull rope in his hand, a Meng Po soup gourd on his waist, and a black man hanging behind his back.

However, at the bridgehead, Fan Wusu and Meng Jiang watched Wang Ming ride the green ox forward, admiring and respecting in their hearts.

"Shangxian is really a master, and he is playing in the world, so he is not at ease."

"The immortal style is admirable."

Meng Jiang was the same, suddenly, her face turned sideways, "It's not good, there are many crows, evil ghosts, and ghosts outside the prison, but I forgot to remind the immortals to pay attention." ”

"Haha, the lady is laughing, who is Shangxian? We are not afraid, let alone immortals. ”

Fan Wusu stood aside, watched Wang Ming leave, heard Meng Jiang's words, laughed and finished speaking, his eyes bloomed, he hugged the beauty around him, and tenderness flashed in his eyes.

Meng Jiang was also as charming as silk, with love in his eyes, and shrank into Fan Wushu's arms delicately, recognizing his statement, and suddenly charming, so ambiguous......