Lao Wang was silent for a while before he spoke again, "Providence is like this, only so." ”

When he said this, he turned his head slightly, and from Meng Liangliang's point of view, he actually saw that he was a little tall and deep. At the same time, the unfamiliar temperament on his body dissipated, even though he looked very deep now, the temperament he exuded was still a familiar formula and a familiar taste.

That's right, it's the kind of taste that looks very real at first glance, but after watching it for a long time, I feel that it is a pretended fairy wind bone.

Meng Liangliang felt that this was probably a routine, so he also made a deep face and said, "Lao Wang, you tell the truth. ”

Lao Wang stiffened, then turned his shoulders back and sat down, his expression was slightly annoyed, "I suspect that there are their eyes, ears, hands and feet in this underworld. You're clean, and you don't need anyone. He took a few big sips of the cup and said, "Your identity in the world is real, pretending to be an immortal cultivator who has a chance to get a chance, and you are tight." ”

Meng Liangliang pondered for a moment, "There have been several gods of the underworld who have died, so you should have more than one god." I'm not the only one with a clean bottom and a more real identity than real gold, so why is it me?"

"That's right, there are a few more. The annoyance on Lao Wang's face became more obvious, "For several miles, now you are the only one who believes that you are a god." Those people either think I'm mentally ill or they think they're mentally ill. ”

Meng Liangliang......

"Come out and walk around, and you'll get to know several immortal cultivators. Since the first generation of Meng Po, there have been eleven Meng Po who have become gods by sealing the gods, and only you have this kind of change as soon as you get close to Lechuan. ”

Meng Liangliang sat up straight for a moment, propped his hands on the case, and burst out with a sentence: "I was scraped down!"

In comparison, Lao Wang's reaction was not salty or light, he just lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, "How do you know that it is not the will of heaven?"

Meng Liangliang wanted to say that the statement of providence was superstition, but in an instant, he silently shut up when he thought of the re-established worldview.

"You've just become a god, you don't know anything, and you won't show a flaw in them. Ordinary immortal cultivators can't discern the breath of the gods, but for the sake of safety, I will ask for a shield seal. In this way, no one can see anything unless they are the gods of the Hung Mongols. ”

After Lao Wang finished speaking in one breath, he paused and asked, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Yes. Meng Liangliang stretched out three fingers, "Three questions." She retracted a finger, "One, you're more suitable than me, why don't you go?"

"I have other things to do. Lao Wang put on a posture of an old immortal, "The gods are back in place." ”

The corners of Meng Liangliang's mouth twitched, and he pulled up another finger, "The second question, who are you going to ask for the Seal of Concealment." Is it the god of Hong Mongolia? How many other gods are there at present?

"The way of heaven has changed, and the god of Hong Mongolia is now gone. At most, there are a few afterimages left somewhere. The old king sighed and said, "I don't need to know where to beg you." Blessings will be upon you when you leave the underworld. ”

Meng Liangliang lowered his head and pondered for a while, "That is to say, within the Six Realms, no one can see where I come from. ”

Lao Wang pondered for a few seconds, "So to speak. Even if you can cultivate merit like the Great Emperor of Beiyin, you can only see that you have a hidden breath mark on your body, and you can't see the origin of your true body. ”

After talking for a long time, it turned out that no one could see anything unless the god of Hong Mongolia, and he used exaggerated rhetorical techniques.

The corners of Meng Liangliang's mouth twitched again, she looked at Lao Wang for a while, then looked at Yue Lao, who was lying on the side, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you tell me secretly?"

Lao Wang didn't seem to hear it, and still raised a fairy posture, "The last question, let's talk about it." ”

Originally, he was not completely curious, and he refused to say that she would not ask again. After glancing at the place where Lao Wang had thrown the cigarette butt before, Meng Liangliang spoke, "Isn't it harmful to your health to smoke in the gods?"

It was Lao Wang's turn to twitch the corners of his mouth, "I still have something to do, I'll pick you up when I'm done." As he spoke, he stood up and put the old man beside him on his shoulder, "Send him back by the way." ”

Seeing that he was about to raise his feet, Meng Liangliang didn't grasp the question of whether the immortal smoking was harmful or not, she also stood up and put on a righteous face, "Don't worry about the soup, I won't say it." Anyway, the two of us are familiar with each other. ”

Lao Wang nodded, thinking that Meng Liangliang was just a noisy child, and his personality was not bad, and he was very good. As soon as he took seven or eight steps, he heard Meng Liangliang say again behind him: "By the way, I can do it now if I can do it, and you will have to run in the future." ”

Lao Wang silently withdrew his new evaluation of Meng Liangliang. She's not on the way, she's letting him on the road. He didn't reply, and sped up.

Meng Liangliang kept looking at Lao Wang's back, and there was a burst of admiration in his heart. To say that immortals are immortals, the figure of the old god is taller than the old king, but the old king carries him without the slightest difficulty, and the step is called a brisk walk.

After sweeping the cigarette butts on the shore, she was stunned for a moment and then shouted to Lao Wang's back: "Lao Wang, wait, who is responsible for the sanitation here?"

Lao Wang's footsteps didn't stop, only his voice floated back, "Meng Po is the lord of Lethe River, and the banks of the Lechuan River and these Manzhu Sawa are under the jurisdiction of your Meng Po Village." ”

"Every piece of paper spoils the scenery, and every move shows civilization. Meng Liangliang's high-pitched voice echoed on the riverside, "You and I are more conscious, and the underworld is very clean." ”

I don't know if Lao Wang didn't understand, his steps are getting faster and faster, and the shadow is getting farther and farther away. Meng Liangliang just wanted to shout bluntly, "Stop, come back, take the cigarette butts away", but it was too late.

After being depressed for a while, she looked at the tea case and bamboo slips around her, and then looked at the cigarette butt, and then walked over to pick up the cigarette butt and go to Meng Pozhuang.

In front of the gate of Zhuangzi, Ge, who had changed into a beautiful woman's skin, was standing there...... Flame it up.

Meng Liangliang, who was far away, asked, "Is there a trash can?"

"Nope. Yong was stunned for a moment, and his face exploded with a suspicious flattering joy, "Master Meng Po has learned the illusion technique! This speed has never been precedented, and Lord Meng Po's talent can be the first." ”

"I haven't learned, I'm looking for the Moon Old God Monarch to help. ”

Yong was not embarrassed, the thumbs up to her were not returned, and the joy on his face was not withdrawn, "I can find the help of the Moon Old Divine Monarch, and Lord Meng Po's luck is first-class." ”

Meng Liangliang shook the cigarette butt in his hand and asked him to ...... Let "her" see clearly, "How to deal with this." ”

Yong's hands were sealed, and a dark blue flame ignited out of thin air, "Leave it to me." ”

Throwing the cigarette butt into the flame, watching it blink into a wisp of smoke and dissipate, Meng Liangliang put his curious gaze on Yong, "What were you doing standing here just now?"

"The judge's scroll has been returned, and I'm here waiting for the ghost. ”