When Feng Qiwu left, Meng Po sent her a few jars of Lansheng wine, saying that she would go to her to ask for it after drinking it later.

After returning to Jiuling Mountain, Feng Qiwu often dreamed of the man who appeared on the Nai He Bridge, a little familiar, a little inexplicable heartache.

Speaking of heartache, Feng Qiwu always felt that this heart was pounding so hard in recent days, as if it was about to jump out.

"Could it be that there are some after-effects in the underworld?" muttered to himself, then shook his head and denied himself.

Holding his head and thinking about it, he caught a glimpse of Lan Sheng on the table, hurriedly hugged it, and rubbed his face with his face, "Let me taste if you are delicious."

I poured a full cup, carefully put it on the tip of my nose and sniffed it, "Produced by Meng Po, it really deserves its reputation", and it was extremely sweet.

When I was drinking, I heard an angry voice, "Linghua Shangxian is really good, leave me alone in the underworld, and hide and drink alone"

Feng Qiwu muttered, "It's you who want to be with you...... To be the same..... What's that called?"

"King of Chujiang" Yunhe looked like he hated iron and steel, and he was heartbroken.

"Yes, King Chu Jiang. It's you guys who want to drink together, and I can't bother the two of you Yaxing, so I'll come back first."

Yunhe also rarely argued with her, "I saw that you were pale in the underworld that day, but now it's fine."

Feng Qiwu shook his hand, "What can I do?" It may be that the air in the underworld is not good, and I haven't gotten used to it for a while."

"Nothing is fine"

Yun He saw three jars of Lansheng wine on the table, and stood up in shock, "This Meng Po is so generous, she will send three altars as soon as she gives it?"

Feng Qiwu opened Yunhe's hand, "Let me tell you, this was given to me by Meng Po, but I don't have your share, besides, I did Meng Po a great favor, so they gave it to me" Feng Qiwu looked at Lan Shengjiu's look of pity, which really made Yun He want to laugh a little.

"How can you help Mother Meng?" Yunhe asked.

"Do you know that Meng Po had a favorite person when she went down to the mortal world before, but in the end, the two failed to fall in love with each other in the mortal world......... Later, Meng Po finally saw him in the underworld, but he refused to be reincarnated, so Meng Po fed him and drank Meng Po soup, and from then on, they were strangers to the end of the world...."Feng Qiwu made a long story short and popularized Yunhe's science.

Yunhe nodded clearly, "I've been hearing about ghosts before, Meng Po has waited for someone for five hundred years and hasn't waited, so that's the case."

Feng Qiwu touched Yunhe with his elbow, "What do you say is love?"

Yunhe's figure paused slightly, and he instantly became serious, "It's probably enough to watch her well"

"Then did you have a favorite fairy before?" Feng Qiwu asked curiously.

"Of course there is, it's just that people never tolerate me in their eyes" Yunhe lowered his eyes with a hint of sadness.

"That must be that fairy has no vision, a handsome and beautiful man like Emperor Ziwei has not taken a fancy to it, it must be eyeless, don't mind too much" Feng Qiwu said comfortingly.

Yunhe was interested, and looked at Feng Qiwu with his head in one hand, "Yes, how do you say that fairy's eyes are long?"

Feng Qiwu thought about it carefully, and said slowly, "Do you have a love for turnip greens, maybe that fairy thinks that she is not good-looking and is not worthy of you." ”

Yunhe nodded in agreement, "Yes, it would be nice if everyone looked as good-looking as Xiao Qiwu."

"The beauty of thought"

Two hours later, Feng Qiwu sent Yunhe away, saying that he was a little sleepy and wanted to rest.

Yunhe was a little interested, "Then I'll come to see you tomorrow"

Feng Qiwu yawned, and with a wave of his hand, the enchantment was sealed around Jiuling Mountain, and a soft collapse was placed in the courtyard, and Feng Qiwu was very happy to lie on it.

"Wu'er, Wu'er, Wu'er......"

"Who is it, who is calling me again?"

Feng Qiwu looked around, looking for the voice. Then I saw a beautiful courtyard in front of me, and there were lanterns lit outside the courtyard, and I gently pushed the door in, and the sound seemed to come from inside.

"Who called me again?"

A man dressed in white walked from the opposite side of the attic, growing lotus step by step, approaching, and took Feng Qiwu's hand, "Wu'er, I planted your favorite Manzhu Shahua"

Feng Qiwu was led by him like this, looking at him intently, under the eyebrows were a pair of dark purple eyes that were seductive, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, and the red lips were pursed, as if smiling but not smiling.

I don't know if it's a very cold night, the man's hand is very cold, Feng Qiwu covered his other hand and whispered, "Beware of the cold"

When the man heard this, his hand tightened.

The man took Feng Qiwu to a room and pointed to the dead branch on the windowsill, "You see Manzhu Sawa is about to open"

Feng Qiwu took a closer look, "This pot of Manzhu Sawa is the same as the one I raised, but it has never bloomed."

With a wave of the man's sleeve, the withered branch seemed to be alive, slowly stretching his "waist", first the emerald green leaves, the leaves slowly fell off, and the red blood-like flowers gradually opened.

Feng Qiwu looked at it in disbelief, "How did you do it?"

"Because you're here?"

"When I come, it will bloom?"

The man looked at her with a smile in his eyes and nodded.

"Why?"

"Because you like it, it will bloom"

Feng Qiwu listened to the fog, and he didn't bother to think about it, now he has time to carefully look at the room, Bai Yu's desk is full of paintings, Feng Qiwu picked it up and took a look, isn't the person in this painting himself?

The man hugged Feng Qiwu from behind, "Wu'er, I've been waiting for you for five thousand years, and you're finally here"

Feng Qiwu turned around stiffly, facing the pair of dark purple eyes, looking carefully, what flashed in his mind was the eyes of the black dragon in the dream.

The two have been overlapping, and they have been overlapping "Are you the black dragon in my dreams?"

The man didn't answer, and Feng Qiwu continued to ask.

"What's your name? You said you've been waiting for me for 5,000 years, but I can't remember anything. ”

The man remained silent, but the deep purple eyes, the deeper the smile, and after a moment the man disappeared again.

Feng Qiwu searched the entire courtyard and didn't find "Who are you?" shouted loudly into the night, but no one answered.

Feng Qiwu was shocked, and woke up suddenly, with a cold sweat on his back, and with some only memories, he drew the man who had just been in the dream.

Without waiting, he went to the Xingjun Mansion.

"Si Ming, Si Ming..... "Before the sound arrived, the little fairy boy on the side shook his head helplessly, "Master, I'll go to sleep first"

Si Ming sat and drank tea very calmly, and poured a cup for Feng Qiwu by the way.

"Si Ming" sat down and poured a cup of tea violently, then took out the painting in his arms, "Si Ming, you can help me see, who is this?"

Si Ming slowly opened the painting, and the moment he saw the person, Si Ming froze.

In the end, Feng Qiwu touched Si Ming with his elbow, "Tell me quickly, do you know this person?"

He ...... Did he come to you?"

"Nope"

Si Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"But the last time I saw him in the underworld, I just dreamed of him again, do I know him?"

Si Ming wiped the sweat from his head, "I've never seen him"

"That's weird, he said he's been waiting for me for 5,000 years."

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the teacup in Si Ming's hand died heroically.

"Si Ming, what's wrong with you, why are you so soulless?"

"Oh~ Maybe I'm a little tired these days" Si Ming didn't turn his head away, hiding his weakness.

Feng Qiwu looked around, moved to Si Ming's side, and said cautiously, "You help me take a look at my life tribulation, see if there is this person in my life tribulation?"

"It's ridiculous, fate is a heavenly opportunity, how can I show it to you at will"

"Oh, I'll just take a look, it won't affect it, will you show me it" Feng Qiwu pulled the corner of Si Ming's clothes and said coquettishly.

"No, if the Emperor of Heaven knows, I will be punished by God."

"If you don't say it, I don't say it, how can the Emperor of Heaven know"

"Anyway, it just doesn't work," Si Ming pulled back the corner of the clothes in Feng Qiwu's hand, "Linghua Shangxian, please go back"

After eating the closed door, Feng Qiwu made a grimace at Si Ming, "If you don't look at it, don't look at it, why are you so fierce?"

Si Ming breathed a sigh of relief: "Have you come out yet?"

Suddenly, Si Ming yawned, closed his eyes, and fell to the ground.

Feng Qiwu hid aside and said secretly: "Is this still rare to live in this immortal?"

Finding out the Xingjun Mansion from Si Ming's body, he went to the Pillar of Destiny, thousands of books were turning, and his eyes were almost gone.

Feng Qiwu stretched out his hand and cut the opening, and the Pillar of Destiny absorbed Feng Qiwu's blood and turned faster, and slowly stopped after a while.

Familiar and unfamiliar scenes appeared in front of me.

At the foot of the West Mountain, I met him for the first time.

He took her back to Jiuyou Mountain to take care of her.

She liked Manju Sahua, and he planted a mountain.

When the Emperor of Heaven wanted to kill her, it was when he took her to suffer, when he accepted her memories and gave her heart.......

These memories all poured into Feng Qiwu's head, and Feng Qiwu fell to the ground in pain, tears flowing uncontrollably.

"Qinghan, you are my Su Qinghan, how can I forget you?" Feng Qiwu roared through the fairy world.

Si Ming slowly opened his eyes, only to feel a little sore all over his body, and suddenly felt that something had changed in the Pillar of Destiny, and he flew over with a trick.

The scene in front of him made him a little dumbfounded.

Feng Qiwu's eyes were scarlet, and his whole body exuded black energy.

"Chi You?" hurriedly used the immortal method to temporarily suppress Feng Qiwu.

"Si Ming, you let go of me, let go of me" Feng Qiwu struggled.

"You know it all?" asked Si Ming lightly.

"Hmph, Si Ming, how long are you going to hide it from me?" Feng Qiwu reprimanded in a low voice.

"I'm doing it for your own good, Qi Wu, put it down, Su Qinghan is no longer the Su Qinghan of the past, he ..... now"

"How's Qinghan doing now?"

"He's Fallen Now"

Feng Qiwu was stunned for a moment, and laughed out loud randomly, "How is that, he is an immortal, I will cultivate into an immortal, he is a demon, I will cultivate into a demon"

Feng Qiwu was shrouded in an aura that could not be suppressed.

"Qiwu, calm down, the resentment in your body has not been completely eliminated, and you will be used by him if you continue like this"

Suddenly, there was a bunch of golden light in Feng Qiwu's eyes, as if he had been hit by something, his head became heavier and heavier, and finally he fainted on the ground.

Seeing this, Si Ming held Feng Qiwu in his arms.

"Emperor of Heaven"

"Feng Qiwu can't keep it, if she stays any longer, the Three Realms will have trouble sooner or later"

"If you kill her now, what will Su Qinghan do?"

The Emperor of Heaven fell into deep thought.