Fu Huanjing felt that these dialogues didn't mean much, so he continued to read the next dialogue.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, under this marriage tree, you have helped countless couples and held up the red line of marriage. I don't know what about your own root?" asked the Emperor of the Divine Realm.

Yue Lao Xianjun threw his gaze into the distance, and there seemed to be the shadow of a girl in his pupils. Her long inky hair rose without wind, and her plain white clothes added a bit of sadness.

"Benjun, I don't need that thing. Yue Lao Xianjun bowed his head and replied with tears in his eyes.

"Hades King, why is he so free to visit his old body today?" asked Meng Po's ghost attendant.

"Because this king is curious, you have picked up countless bowls of thick soup next to this pool of forgetfulness, erasing your personal love story. So what kind of love story do you have?" asked the Ghost King of the Underworld.

Hearing this, Meng Po's ghost attendant threw her gaze into the distance, and her eyes seemed to reflect the figure of a young man. His long pale hair rose in the wind, and his inky dress was dyed a little cold.

"Old body, there is no such story. Meng Po ghost bowed down and said with a broken heart.

After Fu Huanjing finished reading, he found that it was boring dialogue again, and he was slightly annoyed and continued to read the next dialogue.

"A thousand years have passed, and he has forgotten me after all. ”

Meng Po knelt on the cold ground, caressing the red rope that the old immortal monarch gave her. Next to her was a bowl full of forgetful soup, hiding her face and weeping.

"It's ridiculous! I still can't forget him. ”

Meng Po's ghost servant gently picked it up, and the bowl of forgetful soup beside her drank it all, crying and laughing heartbreakingly.

"Just let it go, and let it get rid of my thousand-year-old wishful thinking!"

Meng Po's vision gradually became blurred. She seemed to see that he who used to stand on the edge of the white bridge, his eyes were thicker than ink, exuding an unusually strong affection, crying and crying.

"Forget about him!"

Meng Po closed her eyes, a tear from the corner of her eye, and after all, she couldn't help but fall for him again, and she was reluctant to say.

At this point, he Fu Huanjing couldn't bear it anymore, and angrily tore the page "Yue Lao Meng Po Tribulation".

Subsequently, two elderly men, a man and a woman, appeared hand in hand, in front of his Fu Huanjing.

"What is a painting boat?" Fu Huanjing suddenly asked with his mouth disobeyed.

"Red, old moon, marriage!" replied the male expectant with a smile on his face.

"Can you be specific?" Fu Huanjing then asked.

"Underworld, Meng Po, Hongchen!" replied to another female expectant and old man happily and sweetly.

"Can you be more specific?" Fu Huanjing finally asked.

"Love is deep and shallow!" The two old men were dressed in red clothes, rejuvenated, and transformed into a sixteen or seventeen-year-old appearance, holding hands to say goodbye.

Fu Huanjing understood, the painting boat was broken with broken red flowers, lit with depleted green lanterns, painted with faded human skin, and depicted the shadows of the past. Tonight, every year, every year. In the blink of an eye, it's a lifetime again.

It turned out that the girls in the Qixi Festival would come out to pray for marriage. Meng Po's ghost waiter, in the crowd, accidentally caught a glimpse of a young man in white. But after just one glance at him, he disappeared in the sea of people. Since then, the old fairy of the moon has left the appearance of the white clothes in the heart of the girl who has just fallen in love. Meng Po's ghost waiter had to drink and think about people in the painting boat, and while she was drunk, she danced alone to express her admiration. In the end, Meng Po ghost servant drew the appearance of the old fairy on paper and kept it. Just that glance, you can depict the appearance in detail, which fully shows that Meng Po ghost servant has a deep affection for the old moon immortal.

"The reason why we often call our wives our wives. Maybe it's because of the love that every one of our lives puts into us. It all starts with Yue Lao, and ends with Meng Po!" The secret servant Futu used the pipe in his hand to knock Fu Huanjing's head and smiled.

Seeing that he was discovered by the master, Fu Huanjing no longer made those senseless struggles and let him be punished. He thought to himself, it's a big deal to go back to the third floor of the Jingxin Wine Shop and eat a few more punches from his old man, anyway, he has rough skin and thick meat, so he is not afraid.

Great Elder Murong Bo held the Linyuan Sword, the Second Elder Wuchen Pavilion Master waved his pen lightly, the Third Elder Bodhi Zi stepped on the cloud carpet, the Fourth Elder Duanmu Ziyan held a heavy halberd, the Fifth Elder Ouyang Chun carried a double sword, the Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse waved a bamboo fan, the Seventh Elder Shangguan Haitang held an ice spirit silver spear, and the Eighth Elder Yuwen Leopard leaned on the top of the floating dust stone staff.

After this "Moon Old Meng Po Tribulation", Fu Huanjing not only discovered that he was indeed married, but also unexpectedly discovered the weapons used by the eight elders of the Yunding Sword Sect. This is a rare and excellent material for him to write the Illusory Chronicles!

Judging from the current progress of his Fu Huanjing and writing the Fantasy World Chronicles Canon, the old hatred of Zhixue is hopeful.

The Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse returned defeated, and he no longer looked for trouble with the Secret Servant Futu.

Like a master like a father, the master of the meditation workshop, seeing the down-and-out young master Fu Huanjing, is still a little understanding. The weapon functions of the eight elders of the Yunding Sword Sect were recorded in great detail. I was going to tell him about the calamity that the Six Realms would inevitably face in the near future.

"Master, how can you be so free today to write a book here with your apprentices. Fu Huanjing was puzzled.

"Stinky boy, it's not the opposite of the wine shop, a new Qifeng Pavilion has been opened. The old wine worms who were able to come and go to our meditation wine shop all ran to the other side to drink flower wine. In this way, your master and I will be forced to be idle today!" Shadow Servant Futu smiled bitterly.

"Master, from the apprentice's point of view, this is not a good thing. Now that you're six out of fifty, you don't have to do the same thing you did when you were in the prime of life. The business of this meditation winery, with the careful care of the three elder brothers, will naturally not make ends meet. Therefore, you old man should now sit back and enjoy the blessings and spend his old age in peace!" Fu Huan stopped his pen and rubbed the shoulder of the secret servant Futu and said.

"Stinky boy, just your sweet mouth, I'm afraid you didn't fall into the honey pot! The three righteous sons of the master are indeed honest and honest, and they take good care of the winery. However, Master, I am still worried that the calamity of the Six Realms will inevitably befall in the near future. At that time, countless living beings were slaughtered, but the teacher did not know how to stop it. You say, how can you be a teacher and spend your old age in peace?"

"The Six Realms Calamity, Master, please tell the apprentice quickly, where did that calamity sprout, and where did the calamity breed?" Fu Huanjing stopped and quickly knelt down and pleaded.

"Come!"

With a soft cry from the thin old man, the heavy book of the human world of Yunding Zangbao Zhai appeared on the round table in front of the master and apprentice.

Next, I saw the thin old man waving his right hand lightly, driving the aura mana at his fingertips. The heavy canon on the round table turned through the pages quickly.

"Out!"

With the shout of the thin old man slapping the table, at the illustration of the page where the ceremony stayed, a precious human realm sacrificial ritual vessel Four Sheep Fangzun jumped out of the drawing.

Seeing that the huge Siyang Fangzun is a bronze ritual vessel in the late Shang Dynasty of the human world, a huge sacrificial article. It has a square body, a square mouth, and a large edge. neck ornament, along the extravagant. Long neck, high hoop feet. The neck is high, and the four sides are decorated with banana leaf patterns, triangular crests and animal face patterns. The shoulders, abdomen and feet are integrated into one and are cleverly designed to form four curly-horned sheep.

"So, master, do you mean that you want the apprentice to go to that human realm, retrieve the Siyang Fangzun, and store the wine for you?" Fu Huanjing asked with a smile after thinking for a while.

"Stinky boy, are you looking for a fight? Now the beings of these six realms are about to face a catastrophe that will destroy the world. Let me just let you say, when you talk about the Four Sheep Fangzun as a teacher, will it just be for your own small profits? Also, before, you kid, with the stinky Linghu Hezhen who sold fake medicine, went to Luoxian Slope to steal the Tianji Stone. As a teacher, I found you kid, and I had bad thoughts about the thin skin and tender flesh of Linghu Heqing, and I thought that you must be good at Longyang. Why don't you say that you want to cure Longyang for you by taking these four sheep Fangzun for your teacher?"

"Master, the apprentice knows his mistake!" Fu Huanjing cried.

"Stinky boy, listen carefully! The grim situation in these six realms now is as good as the Four Sheep Fangzun in front of you. Humans, illusions, immortals, and gods, all the beings in the four worlds, are like the curly horned sheep's heads around this vessel, allowing the demons and demons in the upper and lower worlds to slaughter and slaughter at will. The Dark Attendant said with a serious face.

"Master, what then?" Fu Huan said with a smile.

"Stinky boy, what are you laughing at? Laugh again, the teacher will also use the scabbard of this amazing sword to beat you hard. The two demon venerables of the human realm, the eldest grandson of the demon venerable giant beast, and the three great demons under his command are gathering the forces of the two demon worlds everywhere. The other one, the Demon Venerable Spear God Ye Luming single-handedly, is ready to fight the strongest person in the Four Realms alone. In fact, the invasion of the two worlds of demons and demons, our mountains and rivers of the four realms are also forced to be helpless. They demonized the overpopulation of the two realms, and their respective resources had reached their limits, so they expanded their territory and invaded our four realms. The thin old man sighed and sighed.

"Master, the apprentice had a big dream last night, and the dream of himself was smooth and free. After waking up, the disciple understood the meaning of Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. He also understood why people want their dreams to come true. As the old saying goes, live reality as a dream, and live a dream as a reality, but in a different way of living. I didn't understand it when I saw it before, but now I have a deep understanding of it. Fu Huanjing got up and rubbed his old legs and comforted.

"Stinky boy, it's a very long fantasy article, and the teacher is so eager to calm down and read it slowly. It seems that there are always external factors that interfere, and the teacher has not been able to read it smoothly. Those fantasy articles have been opened a few times, but the teacher has not been able to look at them a few times. This seriously contradictory psychology finally let the teacher wake up from his sleep. Even if it is just a few words that I see in my teacher's dream, it is enough for me to have endless memories. For the teacher's deep thought, how many words can I remember in the long story of the reality of the illusion world?" said the thin old man.

"Master, what you said is very true. That virtual and real, Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, after all, a dream. In the end, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, you are a gift and a disaster. Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou. Fu Huanjing recalled Ruan Qingting, who had been thinking about it for a long time, and sighed.

"Stinky boy, all encounters in this world are reunions after a long absence. All love-hate entanglements are past and present lives. You are her floating clouds, and she is your lovesickness. You are the one who has gone through the red dust together in the twilight of her morning and twilight. She is the flower on the other side of the three-life stone between the churning sea of clouds and the sea of clouds. You are her sorrow that her flowers bloom and fall, and she doesn't see each other. She is the bitter belly of you who hate to see each other late and eventually separate. You are her uncle's tooth, Zhuang Zhou's dream of Nan Ke. She is another dream of Handan that you can't ask for, and you can't meet it. The thin old man looked back at the past in the human world and wept.

"Master, a dream of Huangliang is a dream after all, and Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly is also empty. In the end, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, you are a gift and a disaster. If there is no butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream, there is no gift and no catastrophe. However, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, which is both fate and calamity. Zhuang Zhou has a butterfly in his dream, and I also have a fateful catastrophe. Zhuang Zhou's dream woke up and the butterfly dissipated, but I woke up from my dream and broke the catastrophe. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of the butterfly, and I looked for the catastrophe in my dream. Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly in his life, and I use a life to cross a catastrophe. Fu Huanjing thought of the beautiful woman Qianying and drank bitterly.

"Stinky boy, you have long been married, and you know the love of a hammer. Fifty-six years of love for the teacher, tell you kid. It takes a moment to reach out, but it takes many years to hold hands. No matter who you meet, she is the person you should be in your life, and it's no accident. The thin old man said drunkly.

"Master, if you and your sister don't owe each other, how can you meet?" Fu Huanjing asked.

Hearing this, the wizened old man, drunk, told him what little vigilance he had left. There are a lot of things to say in my heart. He didn't answer his disciple's question, but just pretended to be drunk and lay down on the warm bed, and fell asleep.

Fu Huanjing returned, and the Celebrity of Himself on the round table returned to his thatched house.

Looking at the dilapidated plaque of "Fu Huan's Mansion" on the ground, Fu Huanjing's eyes widened, his fists clenched, and he was determined to snow his old hatred.

After clenching his fists for an unknown amount of time, Fu Huanjing noticed that he was tired, so he let go of his hands and fell asleep.

In the end, Master Fu Huanjing, the secret servant Futu, the thin old man, the old man with the sword in the Chaos Sword Pavilion, and the owner of the Jingxin Wine Workshop, these five identities are what unknown secrets have been experienced in a person's fifty-six years?