When everyone lives, they will cry, whether they are happy or sad, or painful or hateful, or sad or loving.

At that time, Meng Po was still an old woman who was guarding the Nai He Bridge to boil soup, her appearance seemed to be over fifty years old, she collected the tears of the living people drop by drop and boiled them into soup, when people died, she let them drink on the Nai He Bridge, love and hate in a lifetime, ups and downs in a lifetime, people who are concerned in this life, people who hate in this life, will be forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po soup, and the next life will be like a stranger, and they will not know each other.

At that time, Yue Lao was still an old Taoist priest who had practiced for thousands of years, and he sometimes traveled to the world, experienced the ups and downs of the world, stood in the streets and alleys, shuttled between the crowds, just to find sentient people and tie a red thread for them. Asking what is the love in the world, it is called life and death promises, there are always many lovers in this world, and life and death promises are indeed too few, so he hopes to help more lovers. Sometimes he would stand on the top of the mountain, looking up at the vast starry sky, watching the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet at the Magpie Bridge, and sometimes he would look down on the mortal world, with two butterflies fluttering above the sea of flowers. He had to sigh lowly: If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old.

She remembered that she had been to this riverside with flowers blooming on the other side, the river was flowing rapidly, there were countless struggling ghosts in the river, they kept looking at the bridge by the river, Meng Li knew, that was the Nai He Bridge, and this river was the Lechuan River. At that time, she was a little fox who had only cultivated for hundreds of years, and she looked at an old woman on the bridge who was boiling soup, and those souls who walked by the bridge would stop to drink a bowl of soup in the old woman's hand. Out of curiosity, she also ran over and waited in line for the soup in the old woman's hand, and when it was her turn, the old woman smiled kindly and said, "This soup can't be given to you." ”

"Why, old woman, just let me taste it, I see that those people who were originally sad will not have a sad expression on their faces when they drink your soup, I think this soup must be delicious, so they will line up to drink it." The little fox Meng Li said with a pair of innocent eyes looking at the soup in her mother-in-law's hand.

"This bowl is not your soup, so you can't drink it." The mother-in-law put the soup in her hand behind her, and Meng Li sighed and said, "Okay." Walking forward with a disappointed look, when the mother-in-law just shouted for the next one, she secretly turned around, aimed at the bowl of soup, and wanted to take it, but was discovered by the mother-in-law, "You little fox is scheming!" The mother-in-law patted her head and said.

"Mother-in-law, just give me a bowl to drink, I just want to taste what this soup tastes like." Meng Li said pitifully shaking the old woman's hand.

"Do you really want to drink this bowl of soup?" The mother-in-law looked at this little fox who had only been practicing for hundreds of years and said.

"Hmm!" He nodded without hesitation.

"Well, it's fine, but wait." The mother-in-law sighed and said.

"When?"

"Wait for someone."

"Alone?"

"Maybe it's not a person, maybe it's flowers and trees, or it's possible that fairies and monsters are possible, in short, a person who can make you cry for the rest of your life, and when you shed enough tears for him to make a bowl of soup, you can drink it, but maybe you won't want to drink it then." The mother-in-law said meaningfully.

"Okay, I'll go and find the one who can make me cry, and I can taste this soup." Meng Li blinked and thought about it and said.

"But why wouldn't I want to drink it then?"

"Heaven must not be divulged." The mother-in-law smiled kindly.

Yue Lao has always been running for marriage, but he has never experienced what love is, and he suddenly feels that he is an incompetent Yue Lao! So he decided to take in an apprentice, he was looking for it in the world, he wanted to find a person with a love calamity, because he felt that only after the love tribulation was a true infatuated person, so that he could take his place.

I didn't expect him to really find such a person, it was a little girl, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and she looked at her, pinching her fingers, heh, this little guy will have such a shocking love disaster in the future.

Later, he brought this little girl back to the Yuelao Temple and taught her to cultivate, and he called this little apprentice Qingxiao.

Although there is one day in the sky, but one year in the world, after the little fox Meng Li left the underworld, she began to look for the person who could make her cry, she was looking for it while cultivating, maybe she never thought that this would be a catastrophe, a love catastrophe. If a demon wants to cultivate into an immortal, he must survive the catastrophe, and Meng Li's catastrophe is a love catastrophe.

Ten years later, Qingxiao grew into a handsome and radiant little Taoist priest, she wore a Taoist robe, combed her hair up, and others seemed to be indistinguishable from male and female.

Think about it, if it wasn't for the master's absence that day, Qingxiao happened to save the injured Meng Li, the injured Meng Li showed that his real body was a snow-white fox, Qingxiao bandaged its wounds, and in order to repay the kindness, the little fox has been following her, and begged her to take him in, and later, if it wasn't for the little fox who saved her when Qingxiao was injured, how can these not be called fate? may also be called a catastrophe, but Meng Li didn't know that the handsome little Taoist priest in front of him was the one he had loved for several lifetimes, and he had been obsessed with her for several lifetimes, so that he was willing to cry and look for the person he was looking for.

"And then?" Hearing this, I was strongly drawn to the beginning of this story.

"I don't know what happened later, Xiaoli didn't talk about it, she only told me the beginning when I knew her." Dark said, shaking the colorful wine in his hand.

"I only know that now Xiaoli has become Meng Po in the underworld, and the real Meng Po told her how to make Meng Po soup and reincarnated herself, but she stayed, and opened a bar here, Qingxiao seems to be the old moon, but they never met again, but I know that Xiaoli has been waiting, waiting for her Qingxiao to come to her." Dark said lightly, and I saw a hint of unpredictable emotion in her eyes.

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