As An Muxi expected, Ning Zaihe really became a follower of the Stygian Moon Immortal, which made him have to sigh, this is an era of looking at faces, and being handsome is an advantage. After leaving the stronghold of Qianfan Shenzhou Tower, Ning Zaihe did not go back to the small restaurant where he lived, but disappeared into the vast sea of people.

Next to the bridge, Meng Po Tea House.

A man shrouded in a black robe sat quietly at a small table, on which a pot of Meng Po's unique fragrant tea had been brewed. Similar dresses may not be seen in the outside world, but there are many people in the ghost city of Xudu. Many mountain spirits or ghosts that have not yet fully transformed into human forms like to shroud themselves in black robes, which have the effect of shielding their divine senses, making it impossible for people to detect their true faces and specific cultivations inside. Over time, this black robe also has a sense of mystery and not wanting to get into trouble. You can never know if under the black robe is a fledgling monk or a holy realm hidden in the city.

After three cups of hot tea, the spiritual power in my mind became more and more lively, like a wave surging against the shore, and waves did not stop rising again and again. This is one of the Meng Po soups, the main effect is to stimulate the activity of mental power, temporarily enhance the coverage and control of mental power. It's not expensive, but it's just right for here.

With the assistance of this Meng Po soup, Chen Xinyan silently gathered his spiritual power into a line and extended to Meng Po not far away. If ordinary sound transmission is to gather sound waves into bundles and transmit sound in a specific direction without expanding outward, then the method used by Chen Xinyan now is to gather spiritual power into lines to transmit information with mental fluctuations. If the former is a telegraph, then the latter is a satellite phone in the hands of the president, which greatly prevents the possibility of being tapped. In fact, with the method of spiritual fluctuation sound transmission, Chen Xinyan can also do it without the help of Meng Po Tang, but this is a sound transmission technique with no upper limit, that is to say, the more subtle the spiritual power is gathered, the better. In this case, Chen Xinyan took a fancy to the more controlling side of these bowls of Meng Po soup, and he didn't care much about the coverage, after all, Meng Po was not far away from him.

"Meng Po senior...... Be...... I ......" Chen Xinyan used this technique for the first time, and he was inevitably a little obscure, and his mental fluctuations were like nothing.

"Huh?"

Meng Po seemed to sense the direction of the spiritual power, and inadvertently glanced at Chen Xinyan's side, her eyes empty.

"Qianfan Shenzhoulou is about to deal with the seniors, they want that Meng Po to swallow you and merge with you. Practice makes perfect, and Chen Xinyan's spiritual power transmission was suddenly much clearer.

Chen Xinyan immediately recounted the plan of the Thousand Sails Sinking Boat Tower.

"So what? It's too late. A sigh sounded in Chen's mind.

Chen Xinyan was stunned for a moment, and said in confusion: "What do you mean?"

"That Xu Liyue came with his jade pendant, and inside it was me and his memories. It seems that the other one I still have a hand hidden from you, and the jade pendant doesn't need to be in front of me at all to make me recall my previous memories. From the moment she entered the city, I felt it. I, I remembered it all. So, do whatever she wants, my way of life may not be better than hers. Ever since he left, my soul has been a dry well. I was tired of everything, including those that did not tire me, and my pleasure ached as much as my pain. My dreams are a refuge for stupidity, like an umbrella to shield from thunder and lightning. I've had a lot of dreams, I'm tired of dreaming, but I'm not tired of dreaming. No one gets tired of dreaming because dream means forgetting, forgetting is not important, forgetting is dreamless sleep when awake. I did it all over again in my dreams. I have nothing to ask for, nothing to do, nowhere to run. ”

There is no greater mourning than death.

Chen Xinyan looked stunned, he finally knew where Meng Po's confidence came from.

She who recovered her memory of Fan Xiliang was different from another Meng Po, she did not have monstrous hatred as support, her hatred was all separated, and she only had sadness. If the Meng Po in the ghost town of Xudu was the happy side, then the Meng Po in the Thousand Sails and the Sinking Boat Tower was the painful side, but the happiness obtained by forgetting was really the happiness from the heart? Her happiness was just a false illusion, and she lost the memory of her lover and even lost the reason for her sadness.

Without hatred, she is Meng Po in the ghost town of Xudu. Looking back on the past, she was the walking dead of the past. What should I say? Persuade her to live and resist by feeding on resentment? That is just Meng Po who has created another Thousand Sails and Sinking Boat Tower. What she lacks is not mobility, but the desire to be active.

Everything seems to be worth the struggle, or the desire not to struggle. Today she is the remains of the past, and her existence is meaningless along with her grief. Rationalizing her grief? If it takes effort, how can it be done? Grieving people can't put in the effort.

Meng Po, who was sinking the boat tower with thousands of sails, resented Qin Shi Huang, Qin Shi Huang was dead, she resented the Xiongnu who caused Qin Shi Huang to build the Great Wall, and the Xiongnu are now gone, and she began to resent the world. Survival is the instinct of human beings, but for Meng Po, who has thousands of sails and sunken boats, resentment is instinct, and Meng Po, a ghost city in Xudu, who remembers the past, has no instinct and does not care about survival. She also makes bowls and bowls of Meng Po soup because it is made by Meng Po, who has forgotten everything before. She mechanically repeats what she has done in the past day after day, and her life goes from monotony to monotony, and the meaning of life is diluted in monotony.

"Senior, as you said when you first met, Meng Po of Qianfan Shenzhou Tower has done too many wrong things, and if you let her swallow you, fortunately, how many Fan Xiliang have left Meng Jiangnu, and how many Great Walls will fall under the cry. Xu Liyue's mother died in a layout planned by Meng Po, there is more than one Xu Liyue in this world, and there is always only one kind of suffering - loss. You lost Fan Xiliang, she lost her mother. We are orphans without our parents, widowers without our wives, widows without our husbands, outcasts without wealth, weary birds in a cage without freedom. And the other thing you do best is making people lose. Chen's spirit fluctuated violently.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Through his mental power, Chen Xinyan could feel the deep tiredness on the other end.

"When it comes to integration, you are in charge. ”

"Yes. I promise you. ”

Chen Xinyan didn't expect that Meng Po, who was desperate, would agree to her so easily, but her voice revealed a kind of boredom. Maybe she didn't care if she agreed or not, Chen Xinyan just proposed a method, and she did it indifferently. Mourning is greater than the death of the heart, everything is feasible, and everything is not feasible. To do or not to do, for her, is not a multiple-choice question, but a meaningless word in the question. Meaningless words make up meaningful multiple-choice questions, and meaningful multiple-choice questions have no meaning to her.

It's just the words that make up a sentence.