The Yellow Emperor had already retired from the guards and his entourage, and now there were only Xu Siyuan and the Yellow Emperor in the palace.

The Yellow Emperor opened his mouth and said, "There are not many gods enshrined in my human temple, don't you mind if there is one more god to share the incense with the Taoist?"

Today's Xu Siyuan has never deliberately sought luck in the Terran Race, but two of the Three Emperors of the Terran are familiar with Xu Siyuan.

Even Shennong has an old relationship with Our Lady of Wudang, and Our Lady of Wudang and Xu Siyuan belong to the same sect, so Shennong is willing to take care of it.

Therefore, over the years, Xu Siyuan's temple in the human race has continued unabated.

Xu Siyuan's belief in the human race is also at its peak.

Although Xu Siyuan does not follow the way of God, and Xu Siyuan does not use the belief in the world too much, but when someone worships, there is always the luck of the human race.

One more god means less incense and luck.

But Xu Siyuan has too much luck on his back, and Xu Siyuan doesn't care much about the amount of luck.

Xu Siyuan just asked the Yellow Emperor: "What god is Your Majesty going to seal?"

The Yellow Emperor smiled: "How about sealing a god of war?"

"Yes!" Xu Siyuan nodded and said, "The human race does need a god of war, but what about Chiyou?"

"It can only be him!" the Yellow Emperor said seriously: "I, Xuanyuan, have not been able to convince the Wu Clan, but that Chiyou has indeed convinced the Terran Clan." ”

It's not the same race, but I'm also willing to be named the god of war.

"Your Majesty has the heart to tolerate the four seas, if the emperor is like this from generation to generation, the Wu clan will be convinced. Xu Siyuan opened his mouth and praised.

The Yellow Emperor smiled bitterly: "I hope that my Terran Emperor can be like this from generation to generation!"

Xu Siyuan saluted the Yellow Emperor and said: "Although I am willing to bury Chi You with my own hands, but Your Majesty will not be at ease if you don't see it with your own eyes, Chi You will ask Your Majesty to bury him, and I hope that Your Majesty can give him dignity." ”

The Yellow Emperor assured: "The Taoist can rest assured, since he is the god of war, he must be decent." ”

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Xu Siyuan said goodbye to the Yellow Emperor and came to the underworld.

The underworld will always be so dark, but today there is a woman standing at the head of the bridge in the underworld.

The woman had white hair and a silent expression on her face.

But seeing her, Xu Siyuan felt that the underworld was not so dark.

This woman is naturally Meng Po.

I didn't want to see Xu Siyuan, but Xu Siyuan came for Chiyou, and Meng Po had to see him.

The beauty is white-headed, and it is difficult to see the old man, but she also has the witch clan in her heart.

After the soil turned into Meng Po, she had already let go of many things, but some things could never be put down.

Meng Po looked at Xu Siyuan and said, "Coming?"

"Hmm!" Xu Siyuan nodded slightly.

Xu Siyuan naturally walked to Meng Po's side.

Meng Po took out the stone table and stone chair.

"Sit down. ”

This is the first time that Xu Siyuan and Meng Po have officially met after the separation of the Ancestral Witch Palace.

But there weren't too many pleasantries, and there was nothing polite to see, just one sentence?

Xu Siyuan sat in front of Meng Po, and Xu Siyuan handed the essence blood that Chi You was going to hand over to Meng Po.

Meng Po did not take this essence blood for the first time.

Each of the twelve ancestors took a drop of essence blood and gave it to Chiyou, which was the expectation of the twelve ancestors.

Chiyou carries the future of the Wu clan, but Chiyou himself can't see the future.

So now these twelve drops of essence blood have been fused into one drop.

This drop of essence blood came to Meng Po again.

Chi You cut himself off, it was for the Wu Clan, and it was also for the Hou Tu.

I'm not a pure witch anymore, but I still hope that sister, you can get out of the underworld one day.

I especially wish you Meng Po to be an ancestral witch again!

So Meng Po sighed: "The familiar breath is no longer there, the ancestors of the world, only I am the only one who survives." ”

"Little Thirteen, you can choose to die, you left everything to your sister,. ”

Meng Po smiled and smiled bitterly: "It's just that who called me your sister, you are tired, and I have to take over this burden for you, sister." ”

"Little Thirteen, don't worry, I will continue to live for you, although my sister and I are also very tired!"

Meng Po finally accepted the essence blood.

Meng Po took out a pot of wine and placed it on the stone table.

Meng Po said in a low voice: "Dao Chief, can you drink some wine with me?"

Meng Po's voice at this time was like a pleading.

Xu Siyuan was also very uncomfortable in his heart.

Xu Siyuan filled it to Meng Po, Xu Siyuan picked up the wine glass and said: "Drink and get drunk, today,"

"I'm with you!"

Meng Po chuckled, not gentle, not pretty, but Xu Siyuan still felt a little better.

Since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world

But if you see a beautiful woman, not only for the sake of appearance, then the beauty is nothing.

Meng Po drank it all, and then Meng Po said: "I didn't plan to see you, and I really plan to see you forever." I don't want your soul to enter the underworld last time you achieved quasi-sainthood. ”

Meng Po sighed: "Isn't it ugly to see how I look now?"

Xu Siyuan nodded.

"It's not pretty, but,"

Xu Siyuan smiled: "It's not ugly, really, I'm happy to see you." ”

Meng Po laughed again, softly.

Meng Po drank another drink.

Meng Po looked at Xu Siyuan and said: "Dao Chang knows, I have lived for a long, long time, but now that I have been in the flood and famine, I only have you, Dao Chang, an old friend." ”

The popularity of the Wu clan has always been bad, even if it is an ancestral witch, there are not many friends in Houtu.

And the witches who are surviving now, Meng Po doesn't know them, and there are still old famines.

But the only person who can be called a friend is Xu Siyuan.

However, Meng Po immediately looked at Xu Siyuan and said, "Actually, it is enough to have a Taoist chief alone, and I also ask the Taoist chief to drink another cup." ”

Meng Po drank it herself, and Meng Po drank one cup after another.

Many of Xu Siyuan's old friends died, and Xu Siyuan was also worried in his heart, so Xu Siyuan also drank non-stop.

Pot after pot.

It's just that Xu Siyuan and Meng Po are difficult to get drunk.

Wine is not intoxicating, but love hurts.

Not only the love between men and women, the witch clan of the flood wilderness dominated the flood wilderness, but once dominated the industry and disappeared.

There used to be thirteen ancestral witches, who were thirteen quasi-saints, but now she is the only one who spends the day in the underworld.

Wine is good wine, but it is also bitter.

The Wu clan is bitter, and she is also bitter.

Meng Po opened his mouth and said: "The last time the Taoist came to the underworld to become a quasi-saint, he used to be a Da Luo, and now he is a quasi-saint, so I should celebrate, so I Meng Po picked the water of the Huangquan River and brewed this wine. ”

"Buried in the Huangquan River for many years, I wanted to make up enough 1,000 and then ask someone to give it to the Taoist, but I didn't want to drink most of it today. ”

In this underworld, I don't want to see you again, but I never forget.

Xu Siyuan opened his mouth and said: "You and I drink together, isn't it better than me drinking alone." ”

Meng Po whispered to Xu Siyuan at this time: "Dao Chief, where should my Wu clan be in the future?"

Future?

Xu Siyuan thought about it for a long time before saying: "Chiyou has already made a choice, witches and people should be integrated." ”

Meng Po drank another glass, and Meng Po sighed lightly: "I still wish the Wu clan to be a witch, but my Wu clan is too few." ”

I don't want to, but I can only do that.

After a long time, Meng Po said to Xu Siyuan again: "Then please tell me the Taoist, where is the future of my Meng Po?"