"That's about how it went. Tang Qian naturally told him, Du Tian and Du Lishan about the causes and consequences.

And Meng Po didn't seem to hear it at all, although she didn't hold Du Tian who walked out of the portrait, she hugged the scroll like a treasure.

"Oh...... In other words, you haven't seen his real person either?" Meng Po looked very sorry and seemed to be hesitating.

Tang Qian had already asked, "Have you ever seen an immortal?"

Meng Po nodded, but she always felt that she was absent-minded, and she didn't want to continue at all.

Tang Qian had no choice but to continue asking, "I need to know more. ”

Meng Po said helplessly: "It's nothing, although I heard that what she did in the Quartet Realm is almost to recreate a world with her own strength, but it doesn't matter, she is a dead person when she comes here, and the dead need to go through the procedures of the underworld, but she still seems to be unable to enter reincarnation because of some things - probably because of some resistance in the Quartet Realm." ”

Tang Qian knew that he was talking about Zhang Kaikai.

Meng Po continued: "Then she seems to have made some deal with the underworld, but she needs to forget some things - she is indeed very powerful, except for the monks who can't die on the underworld, just count how long she has lived, if her soul has been in the underworld, maybe it will cause some of the original Dao in the underworld to collapse - I have seen a person's soul to this extent." ”

Meng Po frowned, she seemed to be thinking carefully: "But you also saw it, I'm a woman, my hair is gray, I'm in a bad mood, and then I saw that she was so beautiful, so I made a bet with her, saying that you forgot some magic powers, and I bet with her that if I forgot who I was, no one would be able to save her - even if there was no obstacle from the Sifang Realm, no one would look for her back." ”

Tang Qian looked at Meng Po's eyes very unkindly.

Meng Po hurriedly said: "She agreed, she agreed directly, she didn't need to do anything if I couldn't do it, it had nothing to do with me, she said that she gave you a secret method, mailed through the yin and yang channels of the four realms and the underworld, which could recall her soul, and then drank my large portion of Meng Po soup safely......

Tang Qian had never heard of this secret method.

"So she doesn't know where she is now, or even who she is?"

Meng Po sighed: "Then you can only rely on yourself, I feel as if something has been added to the Meng Po soup she drank - not me, I swear." The scabbard in Tang Qian's hand was already against Meng Po's throat, and she hurriedly added the last sentence.

When she saw that Tang Qian's hand was very steady and did not look like she wanted to continue moving, she said: "Then she became the appearance of an underworld soul - you have seen it, white, inconspicuous, and then she left in a daze, and I don't know where she went." ”

There are two kinds of souls in the underworld, one is the soul like Meng Po who looks no different from ordinary people, and is generally going to be reincarnated, or the one who has cultivated to a high level, and the other is the appearance of one hundred and twenty-three.

Thinking of Bai Twenty-three, Tang Qian still felt a little

I'm sorry for her.

Tang Qian's hand was a little harder, which made Meng Po a little breathless: "Let's not talk about whether I can find her, if I find her, how should I turn her back?

Meng Po had some difficulty breathing, but still said: "Meng Po soup is to wash the soul, generally—I won't say general." Because Tang Qian's hand was more forceful, she felt that it was really easy for Tang Qian to pierce her throat with a scabbard if she talked nonsense.

"The Immortal Immortal is not an outsider, her memory supernatural powers, and her magic cultivation are all just sealed, and even she has been here for a long time...... I don't remember how long it was, but how it was a few hundred years ago - there will be a time difference from the Four Directions to the Underworld, before or after, it is like this, so she may have untied most of it by herself, and the last remaining bit you use this ......" Meng Po took out a small porcelain vase with some difficulty.

Tang Qian let go of the scabbard and reached out to take the small porcelain vase, so that Meng Po could catch her breath and breathe violently several times, she continued: "It's a little useful, in fact, it's still up to her - the most important thing is that you need to find her." ”

Meng Po then got up and muttered away: "Stinky boy, if I hadn't gotten this painting, you would still be able to control my Meng Po...... I really seem to have fallen into the realm because of too many doppelgangers...... Boy, don't be complacent, wait for me not to be Meng Po's ......"

Tang Qian didn't pay attention to her at all, he was thinking about things.

I want to live immortal things.

It doesn't matter who the secret method of the Immortal Immortal was cut off by, he didn't receive it, what matters now is that he needs to be able to find the Immortal Immortal.

There seems to be only one thing on his body that has something to do with the Immortal Immortal.

A painting.

Bloody and tearful beauty picture.

The figure of this beauty picture is Hua Suwen, but the face is a collection of the faces of immortal immortals for several times, including the innocence of Changwen when he was a child, the purity of Hua Suwen who is most likely to become if he is carefree, and the heroism of the immortal immortal who has experienced the world and finally grinded out.

Tang Qian didn't even know how to describe it, so he had to draw her, because the rhetoric was insufficient to reflect her appearance.

This is also the favorite picture scroll of the Immortal Immortals.

Tang Qian couldn't help but be a little stupid when he looked at this painting, he had always carried this painting with him, but after arriving in the underworld, he never took it out, after all, the immortal immortal was also here, if he really met it, he also found himself looking at a painting in a daze, and he couldn't say that he would be ridiculed.

But now it's the only one.

There are a few points of cinnabar in the corners of the eyes of the blood and tears beauty picture, which was painted by Tang Qian when the soul of the immortal immortal was about to go to the underworld at the end, this painting has no mana, no miracles, and it can't even be done on the paper, but there is a trace of the breath of the immortal immortal.

This kind of aura is mysterious and mysterious, and even Tang Qian still thinks that this picture is his highest achievement in painting.

Even the person in the painting can't even move.

"Hey, if you're me, you

How should I find her? Tang Qian looked at the immortal immortal in the painting, and suddenly asked a very stupid question, the immortal immortal in this painting couldn't move or speak, so he quickly realized that it was stupid.

However, the person in the painting does not move, but the painting does.

The speed was fast, Tang Qian's reaction was almost the limit of the monk, and the speed was the same, before he suddenly turned over, broke through the roof of the inn, and then continued to catch up.

It doesn't matter what the shouting in the back is, after that, he will definitely compensate the shopkeeper of that store, this painting is moving, and there is hope to find the immortal immortal.

The painting flew so fast that Tang Qian even used his fastest body technique, Phantom Cloud Crossing, and reluctantly followed the painting to the edge of a mountain cliff outside the city.

There was a white-clothed figure on the edge of the cliff, and the painting circled around the figure and fell into her hands.

Tang Qian saw the familiar face of the figure.

One hundred twenty-three.

Bai Twenty-three was a little stunned when she saw Tang Qian, although the clothes on her body had been changed into the usual clothes of the guide, she was still holding a veil that Tang Qian was somewhat familiar with.

The dancing girl in the wine shop turned out to be one hundred and twenty-three.

With such a fluttering figure, Tang Qian should have thought of it a long time ago, but today he had met too many people and too many things, so he didn't expect it.

Tang Qian was still a little stunned. Bai Twenty-three was very embarrassed, and rushed over to Tang Qian and said, "What are you looking for Master Meng Po? You two also went to the inn——"

Tang Qian had already hugged her.

Didn't say anything.

The evening breeze was light, and the sky was hazy, and there was no sun and moon, and there were always some shortcomings, but Bai Twenty-three stopped talking, and his pale face was red.

The moment was quiet.

Heaven and earth are quiet.

It seems that only the sound of the heartbeat between the two can be heard.

Why does the soul have a heartbeat?

"When I met Childe...... I liked it very much, and I didn't know why, so I wanted Childe to take me away, and when I heard that Childe was looking for another woman, I took the liberty to tell Jizo Bodhisattva the news that there was a wild ghost with extremely high cultivation——"

Tang Qian was a little helpless, the person he was looking for seemed to be the one hundred and twenty-three in front of him, one hundred and twenty-three, who was the immortal immortal.

Bai Twenty-three said that she had been here for three hundred years, and the difference in time made her wait for him for three hundred years.

Time can rub away some things, but there are many things that can't be erased, and even Meng Po Tang will make the immortal immortal remember that feeling.

This may be because the Immortal Immortal is an Immortal, or maybe it is because of the Immortal Immortal's feelings for Tang Qian.

Love.

Tang Qian asked, "Who am I?"

Bai Twenty-three replied: "Tang Qian." ”

Tang Qian asked again, "Who are you?"

One hundred twenty-three said naturally: "One hundred twenty-three." ”

Tang Qian took out a small porcelain bottle, which was given by Meng Po, saying that it would be good to drop this on his body, he pulled out the cork and lightly-

Like a turbulent river, the cyan water gushed out of it—

"Tang Qian!" the woman's cry resounded through the cliff, startling a group of birds that had fallen asleep—

— There will also be birds in the underworld, although not magpies, and this voice is no longer a hundred and twenty-three.

It is an immortal.

Tang Qian felt that he was so stupid today, he didn't even find out what Meng Po gave him a storage magic weapon, and he didn't even enter the mana to investigate, he just thought that a drop would make the immortal come back, so he didn't hesitate.

Now he was half soaked, but the woman next to him was soaking wet. The two worked side by side, close together.

The woman's appearance was different from the portrait, not a union of three people, but only one person.

Hua Su asked.

Tang Qian poured it from the head, so the immortal immortal would naturally turn into a soup chicken from head to toe.

"Your sword. "The Immortal Immortal seemed to be conjuring up a sword without a scabbard, which was Tang Qian's broken sword.

"Thank you—" Tang Qian was about to reach out to take it, but the Immortal Immortal took the sword a little farther away.

She smiled slightly: "First of all, I want to explain, you have to ask me Hua Suqing." There was a hint of cunning in her eyes: "Do you like this very young look?"

Tang Qian smiled dumbly, he had already stretched out his hand to take the sword, and Tang Qian's arm was longer.

Immortal Immortal or said that it should be Hua Su who asked now but must know the answer, it seems that Tang Qian will definitely not give him the sword if he doesn't say it, and his body leans a little, so that the sword is farther away from Tang Qian's hand: "Isn't it?"

Tang Qian had no choice but to say, "Yes." ”

Hua Su asked and smiled even more happily: "So in the future, I will be Hua Su Wen." ”

She still didn't give the sword to Tang Qian.

Tang Qian looked at her, knowing that she still had something to say.

"I didn't mean to steal your sword. Hua Suwen explained: "There is also this little fox, I put it away as soon as I saw that it was a female fox, subconsciously." Hua Suwen puffed out his cheeks, and took out a round little fox that looked like he was asleep, Tang Qian had no idea that Hu Xiaoyan would be so cute when he turned into his original form.

Tang Qian was helpless: "Fox, I can explain." ”

"What about the sword. Hua Su asked, "I can explain it, I still remember the sword that cut off my head." ”

Tang Qian could only laugh dryly.

Hua Su asked but smiled: "Forget it." Then he handed the broken sword to Tang Qian.

Neither of them left, nor did they rush to change their clothes, they just clinged to each other.

Hua Su asked, "Strictly speaking, your sword cut off my head, so it wasn't Tang Qian who won the Immortal Immortal, but Tang Qian's sword that won the Immortal Immortal." ”

Tang Qian also had to say: "In whose hand is that sword held?"

Hua Suwen sighed: "So when the immortal immortal lost to a nobody, he became depressed and became ill, and he didn't want to be born, and only Hua Suwen was left in the world." ”

When two people sit together, there seems to be no loneliness in the world.

(End of chapter)