People have seven emotions and six desires, they will experience birth, old age, sickness and death, and their short life can bloom with a completely different color from loneliness, but it is painful and suffocating at the end of life.

Wen Jiu insisted that Tang Wu's life as a mortal may not be smooth sailing, there are twists and turns, but he can spend his life peacefully, never expected that a long life is just his wishful thinking, and this person's life will always be fixed in his most beautiful years.

This is also the fate and calamity that Que must experience, he knows this, but he still can't avoid the sadness and helplessness in his heart.

"Let me take a good look at your face."

Wen Jiuzhi raised his hand to caress Tang Wubuli's thin chin, looking at his face that was extremely similar to Que Que, but pale as paper, it was really difficult to accept the fact that he had passed away at a young age.

"What, are you distressed?"

"Nope."

As always, he was stubborn and hard-mouthed, but his wandering eyes made Tang Wubao very satisfied, and he once again took Wen Jiuzhi into his arms, but this time he buried himself in his neck.

"The three forms of the Trinity may be the harshest test of our relationship today, but I believe that as long as we survive this hurdle, no amount of trials will separate us in the future."

"That's a nice thing to say, but there's one thing I need to tell you...... I seem to like you more now, I like your long black hair, I like your two soft thin lips, I like ......"

"I know that what you want to say most is actually that you like me, but I haven't smoothed your edges and corners, and your arrogance doesn't allow you to say what I expect."

To put it bluntly, it's tsundere.

I'm really looking forward to what he looks like when he arrives on the bed, and I really don't know if this tsundere will be able to be stubborn all the time.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Wen Jiuzhi finally pushed away Tang Wuxuan, who had been greedily sucking the unique smell of his body on his shoulder, stood up and patted the folds on his clothes, looking at the light-colored scars on his wrists and frowning.

Could it be that he has already weakened to such an extent, and the spirit rope will only make low-level monsters and spirit creatures miserable, when will it be his turn?

"I heard that after crossing this Lechuan River, it is the endless sea of flowers on the other side, I really want to pick one for you to see, the bright red blood, exactly the same as your beak, very good-looking, but unfortunately with my state of wandering soul, I am afraid that I will not be able to cross the bridge without drinking the Meng Po soup."

It's really serious nonsense, he has never seen the flower on the other side, but he can be sure that it is his own color.

Wen Jiuzhi finally turned around, and then saw the drowsy woman in white who was lying in front of the table, covering her long silver hair with a white veil, and holding a pu fan in her hand to fan the soup and charcoal.

This is Meng Po.

"Grandma Meng, the eight flavors of tears in the world, remove its bitterness, leave its sweetness, and it is the Meng Po soup that the dead soul drinks."

Hearing this, Meng Po woke up violently, looked at it with hazy eyes for a long time, and then realized that the person in front of her was extraordinary, and after thinking for a while, she remembered that it was the Xuanniao Ajiu who came to the underworld thousands of years ago.

"Ajiu? You haven't been to the underworld for a thousand years, and I'm still wondering if I can see you on this day when the ghost door is wide open. ”

It was hard to hide the excited tone, which made Tang Wubao, who looked back, sigh for a while, did everyone here call him "Ajiu......

Meng Po saw Tang Wubao, who had been lingering behind Wen Jiuzhi for a long time, and while beckoning the two of them to sit down, she poured out Meng Po soup that had been boiling for a long time from the casserole, and handed it to Tang Wuxuan, before she sat down and boasted about herself.

"My Meng Po soup, eight tears as a guide, one drop of raw tears, two old tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of lovesick tears, six cups of sick tears, seven feet of parting tears, and the last eighth taste is my sad tears. It's a pity, I've been selling soup for too long on the Wangxiangtai on the bank of the Lechuan River, and the sad things have long faded, and there are no sad tears. ”

Wen Jiu insisted on looking at the black bottomless soup in the bowl, compared to the clear and fragrant soup base thousands of years ago, it was hard to imagine what Meng Po had experienced in this thousand years to make the proud soup look like this.

"You...... Can this Meng Po soup still be sold? Tang Wuli leaned in and sniffed lightly, although it was not too pungent, it was definitely not delicious, even a dead soul like him, who had no obsession and had a dry mouth for too long, did not want to drink it, let alone others.

As soon as she heard this, Meng Po shook her skirt and lifted Erlang's legs on the bench, and the pu fan in her hand turned to fan herself, and she didn't want to take a look at the small stove where the soup was boiling.

"Love to buy or not, they don't want to drink, the old lady still doesn't want to sell it, anyway, thousands of years have passed, I have long faded the idea of leaving Wangxiangtai, I feel that it is not bad to stay here all the time, and even have so many feelings, I am reluctant to leave."

Hearing this, Tang Wubao was even more puzzled, and looked at Wen Jiuzhi in confusion, as if expecting him to explain this.

However, this Xuanniao himself did not have this intention, raised his eyes to look at Meng Po's broken jar, and sighed helplessly:

"You weren't like that before."

"yes, I used to ...... You can also make Meng Po soup that makes the souls of the dead coveted. ”

Finally, a trace of loneliness appeared on Meng Po's face, and she quietly looked at Tang Wubao, who had been staring at Wen Jiuzhi, with the corner of her eyes, and always felt that there seemed to be something missing from this wandering spirit.

"Would you like to take a sip of my bitter soup?"

"No, it's not that it's hard to drink, there are some things I can't forget no matter what."

When he said this, Tang Wubao still looked at Wen Jiuzhi with ambiguous eyes, and there was a fierce chill behind Meng Po.

Although gender is not important to the ancient god bird of Xuanniao, it was the so-called love supremacy in that era, and people who love each other will not be isolated because of the same gender, but ...... This revenant must be a man, and it's ...... Don't have a jingyuan?

"Dare to ask which immortal mortal body this is, do you want to take the mortal body to cultivate together to achieve positive results?"

Wen Jiuzhi took out a delicate teapot from the shop behind Meng Po, brewed hot water and put it in front of him, his tone was a little heavy, and at the same time he replied, he also released Liu Ying's spirit in the soul purification bottle:

"It's good if that's really the case, but he can't cultivate into an immortal body, and it was too late to learn that he was in the mortal world, and I didn't save his life, so that his mortal body could only rely on my breath to survive, and it was this reason that he didn't have the essence in his mortal body, and he couldn't cultivate into an immortal body, which was really evil."

But in Meng Po's ears, the helpless description became deliberate, and even made up the story of the two of them, and the picture full of emotions made this woman who seemed lifeless because she had been lonely for too long full of excitement, snapped her fingers at Liu Ying, who had just come to the underworld, and said softly:

"Hey, tell me honestly, if there is something unsightly about the two of them."