Fast time travel makes me happy

Shen Muyun walked through the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld.

7734 thought Master Shen was looking at the underworld again, walking around the underworld again.

But Mr. Shen came straight here, 7734 couldn't help but get nervous.

Not a single ghost exists on this level, and not even a ghost tree dares to grow around it.Surrounded by strange rocks, it is even more depressed, gloomy, and desolate. There is only this narrow one-way single-plank bridge, and there is an abyss below.

Shen Muyun got off the bridge, 7734 saw Shen Muyun and walked straight inside.

7734 stopped, it trembled and said: "Shen, Mr. Shen, I won't go."

Shen Muyun walked a few meters away on his own, looked sideways when he heard 7734's words, and nodded.

7734 ran back immediately as if it had been released, it didn't dare to go, and it couldn't go.

Running back to 7734 on the other side of the bridge and looking back, Shen Muyun was no longer visible, she had already entered there.

7734 couldn't help sighing, the people Mr. Shen knew were more terrifying than the other, especially this one, who was like a taboo existence in the underworld.

7734 obediently waited outside.

This is the nineteenth floor of the underworld, the most secret and inaccessible place.

After walking through the desolation, there is only the endless manjusawa, which blooms so bewitchingly as if it has sucked blood.

Shen Muyun walked towards the depths of the flower field, the waist-high dense manjusawa seemed to engulf her.

I came to a place where the manjushahua was broken.

"Chang Ming."

The woman lying in the center of the manjusawa flower field is wearing a blood-colored red robe. Her red robe is a bit more coquettish than the blood-red manjusawa.

"You're back." The woman named Chang Ming opened her eyes, deep and cold, all the pain in this hell was less than the sadness in her eyes, she stretched out her hand, and was pulled up by Shen Muyun.

Chang Ming fell into her arms, and Shen Muyun hugged her, fearing that she would fall, she is an invulnerable god, Shen Muyun subconsciously still protected her, and could smell the alcohol smell all over her body.

"Chang Ming, how much wine did you drink?"

"Let me think about it... I can't remember it."

Shen Muyun was helpless, looking at the wine jars scattered around here, there were dozens of wine jars that could hold thirty catties.

"How long have you been asleep?"

Shen Muyun was always helpless towards her, because he knew her too well, so he couldn't say serious things.

"About 300 years." Chang Ming smiled, as if she would disappear after a short-lived, "Let's go."

Chang Ming left her embrace, hooked his fingers and appeared in a magnificent palace.She walked forward on her own, and Shen Muyun followed behind her. The gold thread of this red dress had fallen off, and all the thousands of flowers embroidered on it had fallen off.

Shen Muyun still remembers that when she came here 1000 years ago, there was still a beautiful hibiscus on Chang Ming's red dress, but it is gone now.

This fairy dress can't stand the coldness of the underworld.

How long did Chang Ming stay in this icy hell?

When going into this palace.

Shen Muyun looked at the acacia tree outside the palace, and asked: "Does Changming drink?"

Chang Ming looked back, the breeze was blowing, the red petals of Manzhu Huasha were scattered all over the sky, her long skirt fluttered like light clouds and flowing water, like a fairy is a god, the most noble god in this underworld.

"Drink." Chang Ming smiled a bit more genuinely.

Shen Muyun walked towards the acacia tree, and with a magic spell with his fingertips, a jar of wine was buried under the acacia tree, and he took out the wine and put it on the long wooden table under the tree.

"I didn't expect you to hide a jar of wine here." Chang Ming sat on the futon, and the wine glass appeared.

Shen Muyun lifted the seal of the wine jar, and the aroma of the wine was pungent. It has been a thousand years since she buried the wine and unsealed it today, "When I bought it, I thought I would have a drink with you next Ghost Festival, but I didn't expect it to be transferred away. "

Poured a cup for Chang Ming first, Chang Ming took a sip and said, "I haven't Wangyoulie."

"You know that Shenjiu Wangyou hurts the soul the most."

Wangyou, the divine wine brewed in the heavens, hurts the soul the most, even ghosts can't stand it, and the deeper the emotion, the more it hurts.

Shen Muyun blamed her, rather than feeling sorry for this woman.

She has stayed here for hundreds of years and was once Chang Ming's assistant officer.She is too similar to Chang Ming in some places, and only then does she understand why Chang Ming's sadness persists for thousands of years.

"Why are you still wearing this suit?" Chang Ming asked, holding his head.

Shen Muyun looked at the black shirt she was wearing for work, she had been wearing it since she returned to the underworld, "I have been working as a ghost for a long time, and I have feelings for this work uniform."

"You, it's just that you have too much emotion. Whether it's good for people or things, you always touch with emotion, and it hurts more when you let go."

"Chang Ming, why aren't you like this?"

Chang Ming waved his hands, thinking that what Shen Muyun said was incorrect.

"Me? I can change, that has already broken my heart, and I can't give up any more."

Shen Muyun filled her empty wine glass, "Chang Ming, I have to go."

Chang Ming's movement of raising his glass to drink paused slightly, but he still drained his glass and said, "Got it."

The two of them are close friends, so there is no need to say much.

"Chang Ming drink less bars." Shen Muyun said this, and she also said the same to Chang Ming when she left here.

"Got it." Chang Ming replied again.

"Chang Ming, go out from here and take a look outside." Shen Muyun said this to Chang Ming for the first time in so many years.

"I, I have to wait, maybe she will come back." Changming's obsidian eyes were full of pain, "She will be so sad if she doesn't see me when she comes back."

Such Changming is fragile and exposes his fragility.

The deepest hurt is the more serious.

Shen Muyun replied, "Got it."

Shen Muyun filled the wine again for her, and filled it for herself, raised the glass and said, "Treasure."

Chang Ming also sat up, no longer boneless, and said seriously: "I won't see you off."

Shen Muyun smiled and drank the wine.

Get up and leave.

Chang Ming drank the jar of wine by himself, and gradually got drunk, "Ah, I forgot to ask her the name of this jar of wine."

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When Shen Muyun returned to the other side of the bridge, a man stood with his hands behind his back, a majestic figure, a black and dignified robe, with the sun, moon and stars revolving on it, a black dragon entrenched, a jade crown with his hair tied up, and a majestic face.

"Lord Hades." Shen Muyun bowed respectfully.

Yan Wang looked at her, then looked at the other end of the [-]-meter single-plank bridge, and said only one sentence: "Don't come back again."

I don't know if he came to see her today across the boundary line to see her in the manjushahuazhong, or to see Shen Muyun, just to say never to come back, or both.

Watching Lord Hades walk away, 7734, who was trying to be the air, dared to make a sound.

"Master Shen, we should go, don't delay the auspicious time."

Reincarnation in this underworld is also to see a good day.

"How long has Lord Yan Wang been standing here?"

7734 cried and said: "I have just been here for a while, and Lord Yan Wang came."

"Master Shen, could it be that Lord Hades is angry that you went to find that adult?" 7734 suddenly felt that his life was at stake.

"He did not wear a diadem."

7734 also immediately understood, this is just to say not to come back, and to see her.

In this underworld, the only ones who remember to come and see Chang Ming are Shen Muyun and Lord Yan Wang.

Chang Ming is too special.

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The river of Wangchuan is meandering, and the river is sometimes rushing and sometimes calm.

There is a long queue beside the Naihe Bridge, waiting to drink a bowl of soup, so that they can get on the Naihe Bridge, go to the Wangxiang Terrace, and cross the reincarnation of this life.

Shen Muyun lined up, and it was time to meet her.

I saw a woman standing on a square table, stepping on it with one leg, revealing her snow-white and fragrant thighs from the cheongsam opened high, and her long hair flicking to reveal the heart-stirring face of the best royal sister, but she was giving medicine to someone in a rough way. , and said, "Hurry up and drink it for my old lady!" This is Granny Meng.

Meng Po is the most dedicated and loving ghost messenger in the underworld. Before this generation of Hades took office, Meng Po was already there. When the previous generation of Hades and the previous generation of Hades... were there, Meng Po was always there. exist.

As for how long Po Meng has been in this underworld, no one knows, it has been so long that Po Meng may have forgotten it.

After feeding the ghost with medicine, Po Meng patted the ghost's head heavily with the palm of her hand, and beat back the Po Meng soup that he was about to spit out.

"How many times have I told you that to deal with this kind of unruly ghost is to be tough, what kind of foolishness is it? Do you still beg him to drink?"

"Master Meng, this is the person from above. What if he remembers that we forcibly administered medicine like this?" The little devil under Granny Meng said tremblingly. If the above blamed him, he would be fined again.

Granny Meng looked at the dying aura soul in her hand, and picked up another bowl of soup, "Then pour another bowl."

This bowl of chug chug was poured down again, letting the little ghosts throw this soul into the cycle of reincarnation.

Po Meng's action of pouring soup was still the same as before, rough and rough.

Shen Muyun came in front of her and said respectfully: "Master Meng Po."

"Hey, Xiao Mumu is back." Granny Meng put her legs down and walked over, swaying, "Are you ready to reincarnate?"

Granny Meng looked her up and down, knowing that this guy had finally thought about it.

The redemption system is really easy to use, and it doesn't waste their effort.

"Yes."

"After drinking my eight bowls of Meng Po soup, don't come back early after drinking the ninth bowl." Meng Po smiled, took out a jade pot, a jade bowl, and poured the jade pot into the bowl. A fish swims in the liquid.

The soup bowls on the table are all recycled earthenware bowls, with dilapidated holes and no good bowls on the surface.

Granny Meng took out the jade bowl to show her acquaintance.

"Drink."

"Thank you, Meng Po."

Shen Muyun picked up the jade bowl, and when she wanted to drink, she turned her head and looked at the vast underworld. She had stayed here for a long time, but after a few minutes of silence, she drank the bowl of soup.

A gleam flashed in Meng Po's eyes, she waved her hand and said, "Go and reincarnate."

"Thank you." Shen Muyun thanked him again, and after getting on the Naihe Bridge, he didn't look back.

The ups and downs and emotional entanglements of thousands of years have broken the cause and effect, and there is only this life.

Shen Muyun's memory disappeared bit by bit, and he entered a new cycle of reincarnation.

In this life, I will go to you.

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A person walked out from behind the ghost tree and watched her disappear.

A handkerchief was handed over.

"Take it away, so I won't cry!" He said so, but he pulled the handkerchief in his hand, and his nose was unceremoniously awake.

"Wumian, your teacher is really popular."

The man in the white shirt said, thinking of the woman who drank Mengpo soup, there are many legends about her in the underworld. When I saw her from a distance today, he also knew that there is really someone who can be gentle to the bone.

But she is as restrained as she is gentle.

"How can someone not like someone as good as my boss?"

Wumei didn't call her Old Shen anymore. He called Shen Muyun Old Shen because he was so kind. From a teacher-student to a friend, the title changed.

The man in the white shirt said: "It can be seen that you like her very much, otherwise, why would you come to see her on purpose? But why are you hiding here?"

Wumei said: "I'm afraid that if I send her off, she will be sad."

He looked at Wumei, and he was the saddest one right now, probably because he was afraid of crying and humiliating in front of her, so he watched her leave from a distance.

"I'll pick her up when Lao Shen's hundred-year lifespan is over this time." Wumei has returned to her previous appearance, and it's not like she won't see her anymore, but she still feels extremely sad.

The man in the white shirt looked at Granny Meng and smiled slyly when she saw her putting away the jade bowl.

The man in the white shirt looked sad and Wumei said: "This is not necessarily the case."

"What do you mean?" Wumei looked at him.

"The secret cannot be leaked."