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.

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.