Meng Po likes the Son of Heaven, but it is Yue Lao who guards her. Yue Lao is good anywhere, but he is not the Son of Heaven.

And when the Son of Heaven abandoned her again for impermanence, he found out that Yue Lao had abandoned everyone for her, including ...... Myself.

"Ahh

A miserable roar exploded from the horizon that had been calm for a long time, and Meng Po's heart ached violently, and this pain hit her soul directly, millions of times worse than when she was deposed by Ji Gongyan......

Alone in the mountains to preach for thousands of years, the savage growth is coarse and vulgar, but Haoyue is often around. The epiphany flew up for three days, and then a glimpse of the underworld was given by the entire galaxy. When you meet you, your smile is all heartfelt. Since then, the bright moon has been cloudy.

The bright moon is often accompanied, watching the snow for thousands of years, between the moonlight and the snow, you are the third kind of stunning color, for me, the sun, moon and stars, Qing is the fourth kind of rare.

Since the ascension, there are three major regrets: the immortals have many affairs, the bright moon is often lacking, and there is no you by your side.

Tea does not quench thirst, and the red line fails.

Since then, the admiration has finally been ...... Hidden in the years.

Mountains and seas and other mud, the wind blows ugly ghosts. Lao Tzu is waiting for you to wait for the wind, and finally waiting for the waste roots!

There was once a young man who stepped on the moon and threatened to ask for fresh clothes and a thousand dollars, a drunken whip and a famous horse, and a girl who caught a glimpse of her!

Yes, he laughs now, but you still look a little like before......

"You can't do anything!"

The exhausted Meng Po stood up and went straight into the sky, and the hundred skills appeared again.

"You're a lady's man!"

See you again, the wind travels 80,000 miles, it is difficult to find the mountain when you raise your eyes, there is no charm in your eyes, and things are no longer people.

With the Three Realms General Order in hand, Meng Po easily came to the Heavenly Realm.

Cross the South Heavenly Gate, look at the acacia tree, and walk through the old palace.

She finally found what she was missing, the man who called himself Lao Tzu.

But who would have thought that the encounter between the two was not as vigorous as imagined. The man in front of him is not only his appearance, but even his words are not like the marks of his acquaintance.

The men and women under the tree are extremely inconsistent. The man is old and has a trembling demeanor, and the woman is white and beautiful, graceful and elegant.

The moon is old and the palace is clear, and the Huangquan road is cold. The heavenly realm is lovesick and the moon is old, and the underworld is helpless Meng Po.

The rickety man slowly put away the red thread between his hands, as if he had expected Meng Po to come, smiled indifferently, and said calmly: "Mother-in-law, you are here~"

Hiding her face with tears, Meng Po lost her voice for a while: "...... Month...... Month...... Old ......"

Seeing that his gorgeous clothes were stained with mud, without the service of the little scholar, the white-haired old man was even more pale, and he waved his hand: "Feel free to sit, I'm old, my waist and legs are not good enough, and I can't stand for a long time." ”

As he spoke, he sat down on a huge tendrils under the acacia tree.

"Mother-in-law, don't say much, I know you're coming, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I've been thinking about it for a long time, I'm a rough person, and I can't figure out a lot of things. So all along, no matter what I do, I always walk with my heart, I do it if I think it's right and worthwhile, and if I don't think it's right, if I don't think it's worth it, then I don't do it. ”

The white-haired old man laughed out loud, and his face bloomed like a chrysanthemum: "It's simple and fun to live like this, I actually want to go on like this, but it's a pity that I'm not as unique as I thought, and I'm no different from all living beings, and I can't jump out of the Three Realms and Six Realms, and I can't escape from these thousands of worlds." ”

"I'm a layman myself, but I pretend to be high and hate people's affairs, and I wish there was only wind and moon left in my life. But at one point I found out...... I was wrong. There are some things that you can't just dodge if you want to, and I'm a layman. ”

Meng Po's lips trembled slightly.

You talk to the fish, it understands you, and the color of its eyes will become darker. But it won't respond to you as if nothing was heard.

You talk to a bird, and it turns its head to look at you, its gaze piercing your pupils. But it won't respond to you, but it will stay in front of you for a minute until your head starts to get dizzy.

You talk to the gods, and He listens in your blood. But he will not respond to you, but you will feel pity and sorrow that goes deep into your bones.

When you talk to someone whose heart is dead, he will smile without showing his teeth, he will be polite, and he will be gentle. But he won't respond to you, because as soon as he turns around, he suddenly grows up, and he will never show his teeth and claws again.

"I like you!"

"My lady likes you!"

"The old lady is coming for you! You said you like the old lady too! ”

"You obviously said that the old lady is your woman!"

"Why don't you want me!"

At this moment, Meng Po was already hysterical, shaking the shoulders of the old man in front of her frantically: "You take me away!" I'll fly away with you, and I'll fly with you! ”

"You nodded! Lady, as long as you nod your head, okay! You don't have to speak, just nod...... He nodded......"

It turned out that one day, the girl who caught a glimpse of him would be humbled to the bone for him.

Wearing fresh clothes, stepping on the bright moon, and throwing a lot of money. Whip the famous horse, glance at the Iraqi people, and make bold statements.

He has everything he wants when he was young, but alas, he is not a teenager!

Yes, then he became familiar to everyone, and everyone began to like him, but it was not him.

"I want to say, you were really the best you at that time. I'm sorry I lost you. ”

Meng Po couldn't remember what happened later, she felt a little vague, she only remembered that the moon was old that day, and it was very sleek...... Very sophisticated...... Very good at saying festive words......

Finally, in front of the Nantian Gate, Yue Lao sent her away with a smile, no different from being in the underworld back then, and there was a slight embarrassment between the two.

Meng Po couldn't tell whether the lovesickness in Yue Lao's mouth was still not herself.

But isn't the so-called helplessness the old moon?

Looking back on the three-step love: willow eyebrows, drooping eyes, standard nose, goose egg face, fair and flawless skin with a faint red pink......

A glimpse of it, like a dream.

"You're Lao Tzu's woman!"

The earth-shattering madness of great expectation did not sound as promised, and the white-haired old man said with a fairy wind, and his face was kind.

Meng Po sighed softly and walked on. At that moment, her heart poured down......

......

Dreaming of juvenile things in the middle of the night, only dreaming of idlers does not dream of kings.

I am willing to return the eyebrows and eyes to the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, the pine forest drizzle to the first encounter, and the love at first sight to you.

The young man has his mountains and seas, his heavy mountain shadows, and his thousands of miles of waves. If you can, give it to him by the wind, give it to him by Haoyue, and give it to him by the bad roots. It is the unrestrained wind, the bright moon that rises alone, and the inferior root of innocence and guts.

All things give him, let him be free.

It is spring to gaze in, and summer to open your eyes. Everything starts again, and spring flowers bloom. The young man stopped to start loving, turned around and was injured, and stayed until the autumn sun fell leaves, not thinking about the past......

(End of chapter)