After hearing this, Fu Huanjing made a farewell to the two of them and went to various places in the illusory world to collect information and use it to write the Illusory World Chronicles.

The two people on the wine table, the glasses are staggered, and they don't get drunk and don't return.

"Master of the Meditation Workshop, I heard that your swordsmanship is comparable to our Illusion Realm's strongest Great Elder Murong Bo. I don't know if I have a chance to see it?" Xuanyuan Langse, the sixth elder who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a long time, hurriedly entered the door, sat next to the two of them, and asked the secret servant Futu drinking.

"This is a heavenly opportunity, no comment!" the thin old man pretended to be drunk, and replied in a non-compliant manner.

"Sixth Elder, you frog at the bottom of the well, you only know how to sit in the well and watch the sky. Even if you see it, what if Brother Futu's outstanding swordsmanship can still be stolen by you?"

"Master Yuwen, I'm afraid that the two of us will be coaxed and played with by his pair of masters and apprentices who like to deceive. In fact, he secretly served Futu, and he was simply a useless waste. Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse slapped the wine table with his right hand, and shook the thin old man several feet away and said.

"Sixth Elder, what do you want to do? This meditation wine shop, it's not your turn to go wild!"

"Sure enough, there is a waste person, farewell!" said the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse, who gently waved the bamboo fan in his hand with his right hand, and disappeared in front of the eyes of the two.

"Brother Futu, is it okay?" the door master, Yuwen Leopard, helped the seriously injured thin old man, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked him.

"It's okay! Thank you, Brother Yuwen, for coming to the rescue just now. The thin old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said.

Seeing that both of them were a little drunk, in case something bad happened, the two parted ways to each other and left.

"Back then, I secretly served Futu, in that human world. At the age of forty, he opened the gate of heaven with a sword and re-entered the land immortals. Do you want to show off in front of the two of you!" muttered to himself, the secret servant Futu, who was lying on the bed.

The next day, Yuwen Leopard, the owner of the door, carried some elixirs for treating internal injuries with him, and came to the gate of the meditation wine shop alone.

"Brother Futu, these healing pills are a little bit of heart, and I hope you must accept them! I found out that you are much more reasonable than Chen Ping'an, who is a pearl cave sky. It's really admirable, and I feel ashamed of myself!" Yuwen Leopard, the master of the door, entered the winery, handed the healing pill on his waist to the thin old man and said.

"No! Brother Yuwen, it's too famous! This healing elixir, it's not good for my brother to pretend to excuse it, so I'll accept it for the time being! It's just that Brother Yuwen just mentioned the Lizhu Cave Tian Chen Ping'an, but let's talk about reasoning, the recognized ancestor master in this line of work, is at most an anonymous little disciple of him. The Dark Servant Futu stretched out a little thumb of his thin right hand, and when he noticed that something seemed wrong, he put the nail of his thin right thumb against the nail of the little finger and smiled modestly.

"Brother Futu, are you following and raising the bar?" Xuanyuan Langse, the sixth elder who had taken off his mask, grabbed the right hand of the thin old man's skeleton with his right hand, and asked viciously.

"Sixth Elder, how can it be! It's just that I'm telling the truth! Those shitty deeds of misleading people's children won't be as unscrupulous as some people do. The dark servant Fu Tuyun said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the thin old man frowned, and the sword spirit came out of his body, and the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse, who didn't know the height of the sky, was shocked a hundred meters away, and fell to the ground.

After more than a month, Fu Huanjing's handwriting was really neat, and it was able to enter the eyes of the thin old man.

The brave young man Fu Huanjing practiced boxing every day, shot the sword, and wrote the Illusory World Chronicles at the same time. He also paid attention to the four words "marriage line death" mentioned in front of him by the secret servant Futu before.

Fu Huanjing, who eats a trench and grows wise, visits Genting Treasure Zhai at night again. This time he didn't flip through it again, and the page with the illustration of "Birdsong Stream" was drawn. According to the catalogue of the Great Book of Chronicles of the Human World, he found a page marked "Yue Lao Meng Po Tribulation".

According to legend in the human world, that Yue Lao once plucked a thorny red flower for Meng Po. Yue Lao accidentally punctured his finger, and Meng Po was so distressed that she shed a tear.

Later, when the moon was old and became an immortal, she couldn't promise her Meng Po, dressed in a prosperous red dress. The infatuated Meng Po was alone in that human world, waiting for him to reach the white head.

Eventually, the Ghost King of the Underworld came to him, and Meng Po asked him for a position as a ghost attendant. She boiled the tears of the year into a pool of forgetful soup. The old moon immortal monarch was in the sky, using the drop of blood he had back then, to transform into a red line of marriage, and realize the beautiful dream of lovers in the six realms.

"Yue Lao Xianjun has drawn countless red lines, but he has never been able to give himself a red line of marriage. Meng Po was a ghost servant, and she was cut off from thousands of red dusts, but she never got up and drank the bowl of forgetful soup. Great Elder Murong Bo sighed with the Linyuan Sword in his hand.

"Meng Po ghost servant, how many people have drunk the decoction of forgetfulness? Yue Lao Xianjun, how many lovers have finally become dependents?"

"Everyone in the world doesn't know that the bowl of Meng Po's forgetful soup is a tear from the corner of her eye. But I blame this world, why is there such a hurtful decoction of forgetfulness. The world doesn't know that the red line of the old moon's marriage is a wisp of bloodshot on his fingertips. When your lover is happy and sweet, you don't know how much his fingertips hurt. The three elders Bodhi stepped on the cloud blanket and wept.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, he can be affectionate for others, but he can't be involved in his own fate. Meng Po's ghost servant can make others forget their feelings and hatreds, but they can't forget their own love. The fourth elder Duanmu Ziyan held the halberd in his hand and cried into tears.

"On the poor and the poor, there is the old immortal who holds the red rope that month, and sets the fate of marriage. Under the extreme Yellow Spring, there is this Meng Po ghost to boil thick soup, and solve the third generation's persistence. The fifth elder Ouyang Chun wiped his tears with two knives on his back and said heartbrokenly.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, and the ghost of Meng Po, the two met during the Qixi Festival. They fell in love at first sight, talked heart-to-heart, and got to know each other well. Meng Po deliberately sat down close to Yue Lao and fell in love with him. How could he be depressed by going to Beijing to catch the exam, which made him Yue Lao Xianjun have a splitting headache and a haggard face. The ghost attendant of Meng Po on the side felt sorry for her intended person. But she was amazed by his gentleness and thoughtfulness, blocking the splash of muddy water for her. Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse waved his bamboo fan lightly and said with envy.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, there is still a ghost servant of Meng Po beside him, and he knows that he is as warm as jade. How could his father's competition recruit relatives, which made the Meng Po ghost servant feel panicked. Yue Lao Xianjun, worried that she would be a ghost servant of Meng Po and marry someone else. Meng Po's ghost servants forced each other to die, evading a family business, and longing for him to come to see the old immortal monarch. I don't know that the old Xianjun that month, entangled in the last words of his deceased mother, actually went to Beijing happily to catch the exam. The infatuated Meng Po ghost servant carefully followed Yue Lao Xianjun not far behind, pretending to be a man. Seventh Elder Shangguan Haitang cried heartbreakingly with an ice spirit silver spear in his hand.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, I wonder why Meng Po, who is dressed as a man, cares about herself so much. Meng Po is a ghost servant, and she decided to confess after taking off her men's clothes, and summoned up the courage to admit that she was deeply affectionate to her. Yue Lao Xianjun, looking forward to the Meng Po ghost servant wearing red makeup for her, but she wept and pretended to be shy and left for him as a horse master. Meng Po is a ghost servant, and she loves the old fairy king deeply, how can she be a ghost. Yue Lao Xianjun, who was surprised by her Meng Po ghost servant, began to test his sincerity. Meng Po was a ghost servant, crying as a tearful person, rejecting the old fairy of the moon, and having an epiphany after all. Eighth Elder Yuwen Leopard leaned on the top of the floating dust stone staff and wept bitterly.

"Yue Lao Xianjun, his face was cold and heartbroken, and he missed Meng Po's ghost servant's happy marriage. Meng Po's ghost servant was shocked, he was an old immortal, and he actually laughed at the sentient beings for not knowing his deep feelings. The old moon immortal monarch, confused into an immortal, Meng Po ghost service nightmare haunted. Meng Po served night and night, choking and crying, but it was a mistake after all. The old fairy of the moon, sad and lovely, smiling and bleeding and enduring the pain to pull the red line. Meng Po is a ghost servant, ruthlessly boiling soup, and deceiving everyone in Nai He Bridge to forget their feelings. In the end, Yue Lao Xianjun, let go of that love. Meng Po ghost servant, I wish this love. Fu Huanjing suddenly felt that he was really married, and there was no turmoil in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

In the end, Fu Huanjing found some conversations folded together at the footer of the page "Moon Old Meng Po Robbery".

"Benjun has led countless red threads in his life, and has seen countless couples in their lives. Yue Lao Xianjun said.

"Envy?" asked the Divine Realm Emperor.

I saw that the old immortal monarch of the moon bowed down and was silent.

"What if Emperor Ben orders you to find a marriage for that Meng Po ghost servant? In that case, all your debts to her can be repaid in this way. The Divine Realm Emperor asked.

"Emperor, do you know why I'm looking at this marriage tree every day?" asked the Old Moon Immortal Monarch.

"Why? This tree doesn't need you, take care of it yourself every day!" the Divine Realm Emperor asked.

"This gentleman naturally knows. It's just that if I don't take care of her, what should I do?" said the Old Immortal Monarch.

"How many bowls of thick soup have I had in my life, and how many couples I have seen, and I have stepped onto the bridge of love. The ghost attendant Meng Po said.

"Is it uncomfortable?" asked the Ghost King of the Underworld.