Originally wanted to be Xianjun's apprentice

A hundred years go by in an instant.

The little boy pouted and overlapped with the old voice of the white-haired old man: "Then the catastrophe of the world begins, all ghosts perish, the six realms return to one, and the world returns to peace..."

Hanging on the half-floating skeleton Kunpeng, the little boy with hanging hair dangled his legs, lazily picked out his ears, and said, "Meng Meng, you have said it eight hundred times, why don't you talk about it in a new way?"

Granny Meng sneered, got up and opened the black boat curtain, and walked out with a cane. Now she has half-bent back, full head of gorgeous hair, and is getting old.Looking at the crystal-clear Wang River, she stretched out her hand to dip it into the water, but no one could remember its terrifying appearance before.

Po Meng raised her head, looked straight at the little boy riding the Kunpeng, and said fondly, "What do you want to hear, young master?"

The little boy blinked his clear apricot eyes, thought for a while and said: "Everyone says that there is a cause and effect in the world. The ghost king is a disaster for the world, and his crimes are serious, so he caused the ghost clan to perish, and he himself ended up dead without a whole body. So what about the way of heaven?"

The little boy tilted his head in puzzlement, "The way of heaven intervenes in the Six Realms to deceive the people of the world. Not only did it fail to stop the evil deeds of the ghost king, but even set up a scheme to use the immortal king as a bait to push the affairs of the six realms to the point where the people of the Li people struggled to death. The deeper the mistake, the powerless to turn around, is there no retribution?"

From the moment Tiandao had selfish thoughts, he was destined to be punished by heaven.

Po Meng looked at the young master, as if returning to that night thousands of years ago.

Wangchuan is like a pot of boiling black water, churning and roaring, overturning the black boats on the bottom of the river, and quickly forming a monstrous vortex, sucking in all the light, the whole Feng is plunged into darkness, filled with Bad omen.

She sat paralyzed by the river bank, with one hand still in the posture of trying to save Xu Yan, and sure enough...

really……

"Xu Yan..." Meng Po roared, tears streaming down her face, it should have been hers!She should have gone!But Xu Yan hit her who jumped down to the river bank with one palm, and when he raised his head again, he was already swallowed by the river...

She watched the flowers on the other side all wither in an instant, disappearing without a trace, the Wangchuan River was getting darker and more urgent, and the vortex rolled into a big tree, almost breaking through Fengdu, and when it was about to break out, it crashed down. Formed a rainstorm.

The rain fell on the palm of the hand without pain, without itching, and was clear.

A drop of Meng Po's tears intertwined with the rain, she clutched her chest and curled up on the ground, trembling: "Xu Yan..."

—— "Xu Jiao, as a descendant of my Asura, you must protect Fengdu, hide the source of ghost energy, and wait for your mother to forgive me."

—— "Xu Jiao Swears"

That is a secret that only Po Meng knows.

It wasn't until Wan Chongyan saw her and understood her hard-to-spoken sincerity.

Until Xu Yan saw it, planted an irreparable evil...

Po Meng didn't know how this happened...what she guarded, what she cherished, what she cared about, what she yearned for...all disappeared.

Is this the retribution of Asura?

Tens of thousands of years of protection can't appease Fengdu's blood debt...

Po Meng wanted to look up to the sky and laugh and cry, but she couldn't cry out, why is she still alive when she should die the most?Why doubt Xu Yan!

Po Meng blamed herself to death, she came to Wangchuan early, she wanted to end everything, but she refused to trust Xu Yan, she just wanted to understand and questioned.

Xu Jiao, you are satisfied!

You asked all the answers you wanted, so what?

Xu Yan is dead...

That child who has never gained any warmth under your hands, that child who has been burdened with hatred and fought with evil spirits since birth, that child who was beaten by you but still tried to call your mother...

Never come back!

I can't come back!

There has never been such a clean rain in Fengdu, but there is nowhere to hide the sadness of people.Granny Meng fell to the ground like a dying old deer, her whole body mourned, her old eyes were dim, and the wound on her heart festered and filled with pus, which intensified.

The ground was stained with blood.

Granny Meng still didn't understand, she stared numbly into the distance...

A piece of bloody minced meat hit her face, and she slowly regained consciousness. She moved her dim yellow eyes with difficulty, and she paused, making a broken voice.

She ran away with all her body trying to grab the man's bloody foot, but she couldn't catch anything, and she shed dry tears again, because she saw——

The crystal-clear water of Wangchuan River was dyed blood red. That man with a peerless face and tall and straight figure was left with corroded scorched skin and exposed minced meat and blood bones, especially his chest. Seeing the three festering and blackened sword wounds, extremely black blood flowed out.

three...

One is a reunion in the world, he killed innocent people recklessly, and was stabbed by the immortal with tears in his eyes.

One is the blurred illusion, he grabbed Xianjun's hand and sank it into his chest. He still remembered that Xianjun was shaking so badly at that time, and a sword wound cut him for a long time.

The last one is in front of Naihe Bridge, he finally owed his deep gratitude, and finally disappeared from the fairy...

Granny Meng made a hoarse and mocking sound of stopping, but the man couldn't hear it, and inserted her hands straight into the dantian, and pulled out the fairy bone.

The fairy bone was milky white with a faint golden light, in stark contrast to the rotten flesh that collapsed in front of him.

The fairy bone slowly flew to Granny Meng's hand, Xu Yan couldn't stand up anymore, he took a deep look at the fairy bone with the only eyes that were not much different from before, and said, "Take care of him for me."

What about Xu Yan?

What should Xu Yan do?

Granny Meng looked blankly, and saw Xu Yan exhausting all his strength, step by step, climbing towards the dead pear tree. He was lying under the tree, a lot of blood soaked into the twisted roots, and those who used to love each other and cuddled together appeared in front of his eyes. Days, he fell from the tree and fell into his arms, he put his arms around his neck, and begged in a low voice, "Xu Yan, can you be nice to me..."

He couldn't do it...

His lord, in the next life, don't meet such a bad person again...

Xu Yan's consciousness was fuzzy, but he still stared at the pear tree unwillingly. He closed his eyes with a smile until the petals fell and the branch opened again.

In the palm of his hand, he was still tightly holding a piece of broken stone.

"Grandma Meng, you haven't answered me yet?" the little boy urged, "What's the matter with Heaven?"

Only then did Meng Po regain her senses, lowered her head, covered her red eyes, and said perfunctorily: "After the death of the ghost king, a bamboo slip fell from the sky, broke into two pieces, turned into stone, and turned into ashes after another ten years."

The little boy nodded, half understanding, then asked: "Why did the pear tree in front of the ghost king's palace come back to life?"

Po Meng recalled that the bamboo slips broke at that time and formed two mysterious strands of spiritual power, one flew into the fairy bone in her hand, and the other flew away to the dead pear tree...

She said: "Maybe it's somewhere in the dark, it's destined..."

Shen Linyu was discouraged, and rubbed his head with his hands, a little anxious, "It's mysterious, I still don't understand."

Po Meng didn't say a word, just touched the skeleton Kunpeng under his seat, the other side of the jaw was blooming beautifully.

Kunpeng felt comfortable, squinted his eyes and spun around the sky twice, was confused by the little boy, and pulled his tailbone before he calmed down.

The little boy simply lay half on Kunpeng's body, thinking of something, "Did the ghost king sink the Youguang sword into Wangchuan?"

Granny Meng nodded.

"No," the little boy stood up, "I've seen that golden sword in the cold ice of Jiri Lake!"

Po Meng's face darkened.

The little boy continued recklessly: "I also saw Guideng brother secretly kissing that sword through the ice!"

"Bang" the crutch slammed on his head, and Po Meng said coldly, "Who dares the young master to go to the world without permission!"

The little boy knew that he had slipped his tongue, his pink round face changed, and he set up Kunpeng and ran away.

But how could he be the opponent of Meng Po when he was young, he was arrested twice and put in confinement, and he had to recite the heart-cleaning mantra against the wall, which is really unreasonable, aren't they evil spirits?

Wherever there are evil spirits who recite the mantra, it's outrageous!

It's outrageous for a young master to be controlled like this!

"Why did the young master stop suddenly?"

"Ah, no, I'm trying to recite the Purity Mantra backwards!" the boy said innocently.

The so-called number one coward in the world is nothing more than that.

It was night, the little boy had already fallen asleep under the hypnosis of the heart-cleaning mantra, but after a long time, he turned into a milky-white smooth bone. Po Meng sighed, not knowing when he would be able to stabilize.

After the little boy woke up, the first thing he did was to go to the ghost gate, knocking on the pair of old stone tables and benches, "Is brother ghost there?"

After calling for half a day, there was no response. He wondered, "Brother Gui has been staying here and never left. Could it be that he is waiting for his sister?"

He knocked again, but there was no movement. He poked the Overlord Kunpeng who was threatening wild ghosts everywhere, and asked, "Do you know what's going on?"

Kunpeng twittered and twittered for a long time, speaking clearly and logically, even the little boy couldn't understand a word.

He just asked dejectedly, "He won't come back, will he?"

Kunpeng nodded as if smashing garlic.

The child understands.

……

The lotus seeds sprinkled casually a few years ago actually bloomed in Wangchuan this year. The green ones are pressed on the water surface. After the wind blows, the fragrance is pleasant, especially the blossoming lotus pods rushing out, adding vitality.

Granny Meng drove a black awning boat to look for the tenderest and sweetest lotus pods in Wangchuan. The young master is very hot and needs to eat more lotus hearts for conditioning.

She smiled silently, and was about to reach out to pick the lotus pod, but a slim white lotus in full bloom was folded off and sent to her palm, "Young master, what are you doing?"

Xiaotong's brows drooped and he didn't make a sound, he followed her around and even peeled the lotus seeds for her for the first time. When he returned home, he found that everything was neat and clean, even the bedding had been refolded.

Granny Meng pursed her lips, and without asking him, she hooked her hands and Kunpeng flew to her hand. She nodded, and then walked slowly to the little boy's pillow, and saw two clear marks hanging on his face.

Meng Po asked softly, "Young Master, did you go to see Brother Ghost today?"

The boy's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

After all, he was still young, so he didn't hold back for a while, sobbed, "Brother Gui didn't wait for Amei?"

Po Meng wanted to lie to him, but she nodded after thinking about it.

When the little boy saw tears rolling down his face, he gasped and said, "Is he dead..."

Granny Meng nodded.

The little boy threw himself into Granny Meng's arms and cried loudly, "Will Granny Meng die too? Will Kunpeng die too? Brother Ghost Deng and that sword...will die too?"

Granny Meng hugged him and took out the night lamp full of cracks, put it on the candlestick, and said to him seriously: "Young master, you know that since the death of the ghost king, the ghost energy in Fengdu has remained thin, and it can travel thousands of years. A hundred years is not easy, and there will be a time to die."

Xiao Tongyuan is also a very reasonable person, but now for some reason, when he hears that people close to him will die or disappear, there is a burst of heart-piercing pain for no reason, and he covers his ears and dare not listen.

Granny Meng felt distressed when she saw it, but she also felt that the child had grown up and had to learn to face it and accept it, so she took his hand gently and said as tactfully as possible, "Young master, don't be afraid, Granny Meng will definitely accompany you." I grew up with the young master."

When the little boy heard this, there was no comfort at all, instead, a thunderbolt came from the blue sky, his big almond eyes filled with tears, and he cried out hoarsely, "Then I don't want to grow up in this life!" and ran out.

?Shen Xuanhe

Thanks to "Shouting 123" for feeding the catnip, Chirp~