Since Meng Po was willing to lose in the hands of Han Yu, it can be seen that she didn't want to embarrass Han Yu, but in the decoction that carried the memories of Han Yu's previous life, Meng Po said that there was one thing missing.

"What's that?" Han Yu asked eagerly.

"It's not in a hurry, and when the time comes, I'll naturally hand over that thing to the Divine Venerable." Meng Po's face was pale, but her eyes looked at Han Yu with a trace of reluctance, and when she fell into my eyes, she suddenly felt that this look was so familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere. "I have forgotten how many lives I have been alone in Meng Pozhuang, it has been a long time since it was so lively, the last time I ...... The last time someone came here to accompany me, I can't remember how many lives ago. ”

We originally thought that the rest of the things were very important, and we thought that it would take a lot of effort to get them, but we didn't expect Meng Po to say that they would also be handed over to us, and Han Yu sat down again with a long sigh of relief.

"Last time? Has anyone else been here but us? Han Yu suddenly asked curiously.

"Of course someone comes, it's not that if you want to enter the six realms of reincarnation, you have to cross the Nai He Bridge, and before crossing the bridge, you have to drink Meng Po soup here who has forgotten your previous life." Yun Duruo said seriously.

"That's not the case, this Meng Po Village is my place of cultivation, and the reincarnation beings of the Three Realms and the Six Realms come here to ask for a bowl of Meng Po soup, but I have never let anyone in, I boiled the Meng Po soup and handed it over to the ghost pawns to distribute to the reincarnation sentient beings at the bridge." Meng Po shook her head and said.

"You've never let anyone come to Meng Po Village?" I was already very curious about the woman opposite, and I was even more interested in hearing her say this. "And who was here last time?"

"......" Meng Po hesitated for a moment, and every time her chest rose and fell, her face became even paler, but it seemed that the pain was far less than the person I mentioned, so that Meng Po suddenly felt sad when she thought about it.

I can't remember how long that was ago......

Meng Po paused for a long time and finally turned her head to look outside Meng Po Village, from here looking out the window, we could just see the bridge that separated the past and the present life from the bridge, and then we heard Meng Po's slow and gloomy voice, she seemed to tell us a long memory.

Meng Po said that she couldn't remember how many lifetimes ago, the reincarnation of all beings in the Three Realms and the Six Realms would pass by the Nai He Bridge outside the window, and after drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup at the bridge that had forgotten the memories of her previous life, she would cross the bridge and enter the reincarnation.

The Three Realms were originally set Meng Po, she was in this Meng Po Village, every day she could see the joys and sorrows of all beings walking across the bridge, love and hatred, how many crazy men and women fell in love with each other, only looking forward to staying together, meeting on the bridge and waiting for a thousand years, at the beginning, Meng Po could still be moved, and the throbbing slowly faded after a long time, no matter how attached she was in her previous life, but when she arrived at this bridge, she could only sigh in the end.

This side of the bridge is silent because the heart is dead, and the memory of the past life is lost, and the bridge is sad and choking because of the heartbeat, and can not forget the lingering of this life, and in the end, they can only hug each other by the bridge.

In the next life, continue the front edge.

As everyone knows, these mountain alliances and sea vows floated into the window from the bridge to the ears, and slowly only became Meng Po's shallow smile, no matter how deep the love, no matter how heavy the love, no matter how blazing the mountain league and sea vows, in the end, it could not withstand a bowl of Meng Po soup, and when they arrived at the other side of the bridge, they were already strangers, reincarnated, and they were afraid that the reunion would only pass by.

"The Meng Po soup I boiled can erase all the memories of my previous life, and I have boiled my own heart as quiet as a mirror for too long, and my heart is as heavy as a stone, I thought that I would no longer stay in my heart for these crazy men and women, until that life I happened to look back and saw the person standing under the locust tree outside the window......"

We were so engrossed in listening that we even forgot that we came here to retrieve our memories, and Han Yu was so worried that he wanted to hear the past that Meng Po told us slowly subsided, and no one interrupted Meng Po, and everyone listened to her quietly and continued.

Han Yu sat opposite Meng Po, the water was boiling on the stove next to the case, Meng Po moved her body slightly, her face was difficult, I think she must have been injured a lot, but Meng Po still struggled to make a pot of tea, her pale face was even more haggard in the fragrance of tea, she slowly poured tea into the teacup, her hand was unstable, and the tea splashed and overflowed.

Meng Po poured tea while continuing to tell us, she said that she saw a man outside the window, his face was handsome and unruly, scarred, leaning on the locust tree outside the window and staring at the bridge, Meng Po had already been unmoved, and did not go at all to see more people waiting on the bridge, all kinds of people were unforgettable.

That person should also be waiting for someone, but not like other crazy men and women who only want to make a vow to see each other in the next life on the bridge, just quietly staring at the people passing on the bridge, Meng Po was curious for a while and looked into the distance along the man's gaze, and saw that his eyes had been looking at the woman on the bridge affectionately, he watched quietly without doing anything, until the woman walked across the bridge and entered the reincarnation, he followed like a shadow.

Meng Po said that she didn't care about it at first, until the second, third, and ...... She also forgot how many lives, every time the man would come to the locust tree, every time he was scarred and presumably dead, but he always waited silently for the woman to enter the reincarnation and then perseveredly followed.

Accustomed to seeing a bowl of Meng Po soup can offset the mountain alliance and sea vows, Meng Po said that it was the first time she saw a man with such a long love with the world, so she looked at the man more, he always liked to lean on the locust tree and gaze quietly, occasionally the woman who passed by on the bridge may see him will look back, at that moment the person will always bloom a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

The world is just for this look.

Meng Po slowly began to be a little curious about the man, the deepest affection is not the mountain alliance and sea oath, but just like the person even if there is no return, but still do not leave the world to follow, gradually Meng Po finally knew why the person would wait by the locust tree, because only in this way will he know where the woman will be reincarnated in the next life, and he will follow with perseverance.

Meng Po was very curious that since there was a chance to meet in the world, why didn't the person recognize the woman, but had to wait for the rest of the world, and what made Meng Po even more curious was that the person could not drink Meng Po soup when he crossed the bridge.

It's not that she was shocked by the origin of that person, Meng Po said that she knows better than anyone else that there are two cruelest things in this world, one is to remember too much and remember too clearly, so that there will be too many entanglements and memories in my heart so that I can't sleep and can't let go, every time I think of the pain, and the other is waiting, the first old age of my life at that time.

But that person actually gathered the cruelest things of time into one, and he was waiting for the woman all the time, but he kept the memory of every life, whenever he was alone in the dead of night, he must have recalled the past a little bit and was afraid that it was the deepest torment for him, Meng Po began to really pay attention to that person, how deep the affection must be to make that person willing to bear the most painful thing of time.

The time of the man who came in each life was different in the morning and evening, sometimes he would come earlier, still scarred and bruised, but always under the locust tree, if the woman had not arrived, the man was sitting under the locust tree and waiting, never heard him say a word, even if Meng Po stared at him in the window next to the locust tree, the man never looked sideways, as if in the eyes of the man except the woman who had stayed with him for the rest of the world.

In one life, the man arrived in advance, with shocking scars all over his body, and the blood stains on his body must have died again, perhaps he was really tired and leaned against the locust tree to take a nap, Meng Po took a serious look at the man's face for the first time, it was a handsome but resolute and strong face, with clear contours as if carved out by a carving knife, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned with uninhibited pride.

Meng Po Zhuang's only hobby is a cup of tea, Meng Po somehow poured a cup of tea for the man, but did not disturb the man but quietly placed it under the locust tree, and the next day the man under the tree has said goodbye, and the cup of tea that was drunk is placed on the windowsill, presumably the man knows who gave this cup of tea.

When the person came again in the next life, there were many herbs by the window, Meng Po was surprised to find that it was the medicinal materials needed for Meng Po soup, and the medicinal materials of Meng Po soup were taken from the world, presumably the person collected and put it on his body before entering the underworld, Meng Po was stunned that the person could not only come and go freely in the underworld without drinking Meng Po soup, but also knew the recipe of Meng Po soup, but seeing that the person sat under the locust tree for a long time and it was inconvenient to disturb, Meng Po poured another cup of tea and put it by the window, and the next day the person left the cup was exhausted.

Since then, it seems to be a wordless agreement, Meng Po always prepared a cup of tea by the window before the man came, and the man would always drink it all and leave the herbs to thank him the most, this subtle tacit understanding has lasted for several lifetimes, Meng Po has never spoken a word to the man, and she doesn't even know the person's name.

We were all a little moved when we heard this, Yun Duruo and Gu Xiaoxiao were girls after all, and they seemed to be moved by the long-term affection for that person, but I really liked the friendship between that person and Meng Po Although there were no words, it seemed to be shallow but rich as tea.

A cup of tea and a few herbs seem to be ordinary and ordinary, but they are all they can give each other, and they don't need to deliberately reveal everything without saying anything.

Meng Po poured good tea for Han Yu, and paused for a moment when she said this, her injuries were too serious, and a single cup of tea was poured all over the table, even if such a simple action as pushing the teacup fell on her, it became difficult, and she slowly pushed the teacup in front of Han Yu.

Han Yu also seemed to listen attentively, picked up the teacup and put it at the corner of his mouth, I saw Meng Po's eyes with a hint of expectation as if he was waiting for something, the tea stopped at Han Yu's lips, and then slowly put it down, he seemed to care more about the story that Meng Po hadn't finished telling, and even forgot what happened before, and asked curiously and seriously.

"And then?"