Meng Po was a ghost servant, and she was silent behind her hands.

"What if the king ordered you to serve a bowl of soup for the old man? You know a little bit of it. The Ghost King of the Underworld asked.

"Hades, do you know why I keep watch over this pool of forgetfulness soup every night?" asked Meng Po's ghost attendant.

"Why? You don't need this soup, you will personally guard it night and night!" the Ghost King of the Underworld asked.

"This is something that the old man naturally understands. It's just that if I don't protect him, what will I do?" said Meng Po's ghost attendant.

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 Illusory Chronicles Canon, Zhixue's old hatred is in sight.