In a modern ward, an old man is lying peacefully on a hospital bed, and the doctor has said that the old man is dying.

In front of his bed, there was a group of people with red eyes, and several young children held his hand and cried, shouting that grandpa, grandpa don't go.

Wang Meng felt that he was very proud of his life, just like the fortune teller commented when he was a child, he was born arrogant and unbending. He has encountered artificial difficulties caused by many people, including his father's so-called relatives, but he did not choose to give in to them, compromise, and relied on his never-say-die heart to create his own happy life later, with a full house of children and grandchildren.

Wang Meng is not afraid of death, he has lived for a long time, he is over 80 years old, and it is time to let go of this world, but there is still a trace of regret in his heart, Wang Meng turned his head to look at his closest wife, who was once the most idle and willing to marry his own lady.

Wang Meng stretched out his hand to his wife with all his strength, and held her hand tightly, although his skin was rough, he still felt the same as before. Seeing the uncontrollable tears of his wife in front of him gushing out wildly, Wang Meng smiled faintly like every time his wife was sad before, and his voice was subdued and frustrated as if there was a healing magic power: "Shu'er, don't cry, I will always be by your side, let's pull a hook, so that no matter what life you are, I can find you along this promise." ”

The tearful man in front of Wang Meng held back his tears, believing that this promise seemed unrealistic to outsiders, and hooked Wang Meng, and said in a sad voice like sea water: "You must come to me." ”

"I will." After speaking, the hand that pulled the hook gradually weakened, and fell downward, Wang Meng's eyes slowly darkened, and no matter how loud the outside world shouted, he couldn't wake up, Wang Meng just felt that he was so tired and wanted to sleep.

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On a bridge, an old man with crane hair and a childish face, wearing a wide robe and coat made of cyan coarse cloth, drinking wine from a gourd, chatting with an old woman selling soup next to him, there are a large number of people walking by every moment, but everyone will come to the old woman to get a bowl of soup to drink, maybe tired of walking.

The old man seemed to be chatting, but his attention was all on the passers-by, as if he was looking for something. At this moment, his eyes seemed to notice something, a happy expression appeared on his face, and in a few moments, he came to a pedestrian, and the appearance of this pedestrian was clearly the young Wang Meng.

The people walking on this bridge will not be conscious, the old man put his palm on Wang Meng's head, and a picture appeared in front of him. "Well, yes, yes, your soul experience in this life is enough to save you from the defects of your body in that life. Wait a minute....... The old man was talking to himself with satisfaction, but suddenly saw the last hook scene before Wang Meng died, and hurriedly lifted Wang Meng's hand, and the shiny silk threads were wrapped around Wang Meng's little finger, imprinted with the wind, looming.

The old man pinched his fingers and counted them, and read inexplicable and wonderful words such as loss and loss in his mouth. I suddenly had the idea of taking Wang Meng to the old woman's to drink special soup, but I dispelled the idea at once, it's just that, since it's fate, let them go, it's just a pity that I'm a good disciple, I'm afraid I won't be able to meet such a qualified child in the future.

However, you can't make things so easy, the old man just wants to repay the dust but puts himself in, it's a big loss, give your kid a little stumbling, otherwise your life is too good, I'm afraid that your kid will lose his determination at once, and he won't cherish it.

With a plan, the old man lightly drew the silk thread in Wang Meng's hand, and the silk thread slowly broke, leaving only a little hair. Seeing that Wang Meng didn't fluctuate much, the old man took out another special soup from the old woman, let Wang Meng drink it, touched the beard on his chin with confidence, arched his hand to the old woman, and took Wang Meng to fly into the air.

The old woman ignored them and continued to bring soup to the people who came over the bridge, and this small episode did not affect the tranquility of the whole bridge from time to time.

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"Uh-huh......", Wang Meng opened his eyes with difficulty, felt dizzy, shook his head, got up from the plain wooden bed, and subconsciously wanted to find a towel to wipe his face.

At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside, and an old man wearing brocade clothes but with a simple style looked at Wang Meng with a face full of ecstasy, and his mouth was trembling because of joy: "Little master, little young master, you have finally woken up, the immortal is really superb, now the lord and the lady are relieved." Young master, do you want to wash your face, I forgot about this like this, the old slave should die, the old slave should die, wait a minute, the old slave will go and fetch a bucket of water. ”

Watching the old man who called himself an old slave happily walking out of the room, Wang Meng felt that his blank brain was touched by the little master, and his sleeping thoughts were like threads converging, flashing in front of his eyes like a slideshow.

The seventh son of the Huiji Wang family, but also the youngest son, there are three eldest brothers and three sisters, the Wang family is a wealthy family in Huiji, and wants to have a prominent reputation, but a certain ancestor on the ancestors has led to the Wang family can only live a low-key life for a hundred years, although the court has not pursued it too much, but with his father's ability, he can only be a county magistrate of Wushu County. This also shows that the imperial court is still not worried about the Wang family. Which ancestor Wang Mang made too much trouble, if Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty didn't see that the Wang family was powerful at the beginning, it would hurt the national economy and be difficult to deal with, plus the Wang family knew the current affairs after Wang Mang's death, and returned the power back to Emperor Guangwu.

Although Wang Mang led to the decline of the Wang family, the descendants of the Wang family could not deliberately ignore him, and every year they worshiped their ancestors, they would solemnly worship him, of course, this kind of thing will still be low-key.

However, it is precisely because of the worship of Wang Mang that the incense continues. Wang Meng got the opportunity to be born this time, and people in later generations said that Wang Mang was a traverser, but only the people of the Wang family understood that it was because Wang Mang's master, an old man named Kunlun Shangxian, gave Wang Mang a journey to the next life, so that Wang Mang could see the shortcomings of the world with the experience of two lives, but he underestimated other forces and failed. Which immortal also disappeared into the world after this time, and there was no news.

Wang Meng liked to listen to his mother tell him these stories when he was a child, Wang Meng was frail and sickly since he was a child, and his brain was not bright, as if something blocked the bridge to knowledge in his brain, but paradoxically, his frailty and low intelligence were caused by his divine power that could carry the tripod, Wang Meng's physical body was difficult to control this power, so that the power continued to eat, and the doctor predicted that he could only live to the age of twelve, although the family found countless methods, several brothers and sisters traveled for many years to find a way to continue his life.

Wang Meng did not give up his optimism about life because of this, he should live and have fun. is the so-called endless road, which Kunlun immortal who taught Wang Mang appeared in front of the Wang family, and the picture scroll of the immortal passed down from generation to generation of the Wang family made Wang Meng's father immediately understand that his youngest son was saved.

Kunlun Shangxian gave Wang Mang the experience of the world, then retreated, only recently out of the customs, pinched his fingers, knowing that his precious apprentice had given his life for his difficult ideals, helplessly sighed, thinking about the master and apprentice, he was about to become an immortal, so he was ready to give the apprentice's descendants a little creation, which made him pay attention to Wang Meng, understand his divine power, and also saw that he was not lacking in intelligence, but because his physical strength was too strong, oppressing the soul. Shunshui pushed the boat to give him this opportunity to continue his life, settled the fate, and took him and some servants who took care of him back to Kunlun Mountain Daofu.

Wang Meng slowly recalled, remembering that before he fell asleep, the old man told him that he would send himself to the next reincarnation, so that his soul would be strong for a hundred years, so that the physical body would get nutrients from the powerful soul and develop to match the strength of this body, and his intelligence would become normal, although not to mention the wisdom of the demon, but it is also considered the average level in the world, if the full score is 100, I think there will be a level of seventy to eighty.

But the strange thing is that Wang Meng has a hard time remembering anything about his life in the first life, only some residual impressions. But he didn't know this, but he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, as if something was missing, forcing him to want to recall these things.

The more Wang Meng thought about it, the more his head hurt, he sat on the chair with his head propped up, and looked at the little finger of his right hand meaningfully, as if there was something on this little finger that attracted his attention.

At this time, the old man who claimed to be an old slave, who was actually the housekeeper of Wang Meng's family, came in with a basin of warm water, and saw the little young master holding his head, his face was a little pale, and he was half frightened to death, so he hurriedly put his face aside and went up to ask Wang Meng what was going on.

"It's okay Uncle Wang, I just want to remember something, the more I think about it, the more my head hurts, I can't remember, my body is fine, you see." As he spoke, Wang Meng lifted a forty or fifty-pound stone bench beside him with one hand, but his face did not change in the slightest, and he was very relaxed.

Uncle Wang saw that the little young master would no longer vomit blood if he exerted his strength, and his face had changed from white just now to normal ruddy, so he relieved his heart and said happily: "That's good, that's good, little young master, do you know, you just scared the old slave to death, if you have three long and two short, the lady and the old master, as well as the eldest young master and the young lady, they will die of sadness." Let's not think about those things, since we can't think of it, we don't want to think about it, maybe it's some sad things, God feels so sorry for the little master, I definitely don't want you to be sad when you see sad things. ”

"Well, what Uncle Wang said is reasonable, then I won't think about it." Wang Meng is also a person who can afford to put it down, but when he said this again, he subconsciously looked at the little thumb, where is something, and his heart is really a little uncomfortable, this is Wang Meng's feelings, but it is just that he has been there for a while and pressed it down, and he doesn't want to.

"Uncle Wang, I'll wash my face, rinse my mouth, and eat, I'm really hungry."

"Okay, okay, the old slave will go and prepare." After speaking, Uncle Wang walked towards the outside of the room and ordered the servants who had come to the Kunlun Mountain Daofu to prepare food.

Wang Meng washed his face, rinsed his mouth, opened the window, looked at the scenery of Kunlun Mountain outside the window, and felt a sense of happiness in his heart, it was so good to be alive, and he unconsciously shouted loudly.

The excellent lung capacity made Wang Meng's voice resound throughout the valley, as if to say to heaven and earth that he Wang Meng had returned.