Intercept the second disciple

Chapter 201 The Future
The Yellow Emperor had already retreated from the guards, and now there were only Xu Siyuan and the Yellow Emperor in the palace.

The Yellow Emperor said: "There are not many gods enshrined in my human temple. Do you mind if there is one more god to share the incense with the Taoist priest?"

Today's Xu Siyuan has never deliberately sought luck in the human race, but two of the three emperors of the human race are familiar with Xu Siyuan.

Even Shen Nong has an old relationship with the Virgin Mary of Wudang, and the Virgin Mary of Wudang and Xu Siyuan belong to the Jiejiao, so Shen Nong is willing to take care of him.

Therefore, Xu Siyuan's temples in the human race have continued to increase over the years.

Xu Siyuan's faith in the human race is considered to be at its peak.

Although Xu Siyuan does not follow the way of God, and Xu Siyuan does not take too much of human beliefs, but if someone worships, there will always be a gathering of luck from the race.

The more gods, the less incense and luck.

But Xu Siyuan was burdened with too much luck, and Xu Siyuan didn't really care about how much luck he had.

Xu Siyuan just asked Huangdi: "What kind of god is your Majesty going to confer?"

Huang Di laughed and said, "How about conferring on a God of War?"

"Yes!" Xu Siyuan nodded and said, "The human race does need a God of War, but what about Chi You?"

"It can only be him!" Huangdi said seriously: "I, Xuanyuan, have not yet convinced the Wu Clan, but Chi You has indeed convinced my Human Clan."

They are not from the same family, but they would also like to make Chi You the God of War.

"Your Majesty has the heart to tolerate the world. If generations of human emperors are like this, the Wu Clan will be convinced." Xu Siyuan praised.

The Yellow Emperor smiled wryly: "I hope that the emperors of my human race can do this from generation to generation!"

Xu Siyuan bowed to the Yellow Emperor and said: "Although I would like to bury Chi You myself, but Your Majesty will not feel at ease if you don't see it with your own eyes. So Chi You asked Your Majesty to bury him, and hoped that Your Majesty would treat him with dignity."

The Yellow Emperor assured: "Don't worry, Taoist priest, since you are the god of war, you must have dignity."

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Xu Siyuan bid farewell to the Yellow Emperor and came to the underworld.

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

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

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

This woman is naturally Meng Po.

I didn't want to see Xu Siyuan at first, but Xu Siyuan came for Chi You, and Po Meng had to see him.

The beauty has gray hair, and it is difficult to see old friends, but she still has the Wu clan in her heart.

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

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

"En!" Xu Siyuan nodded slightly.

Xu Siyuan naturally walked to Po Meng's side.

Po Meng took out the stone table and chair.

"sit down."

This is the first official meeting between Xu Siyuan and Po Meng after the Zuwu Temple parted.

But there were not too many pleasantries, and there was no politeness, only one sentence came?
Xu Siyuan sat in front of Po Meng, and Xu Siyuan handed Po Meng the blood that Chi You wanted to hand over.

Granny Meng didn't take the blood essence immediately.

Each of the twelve ancestral witches gave Chi You a drop of blood essence, which was the expectation of the twelve ancestral witches.

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

So now these twelve drops of essence and blood have merged into one drop.

This drop of blood came to Po Meng's body again.

Chi You killed himself, probably for the sake of the Wu clan, and also for the Houtu.

I, Chi You, am no longer a pure witch, but I still hope that my sister, you can walk out of the underworld one day.

I, Chiyou, wish you, Po Meng, to be a ancestral witch again!

So Meng Po sighed and said: "The familiar breath is gone. I am the only ancestral witch in the world."

"Xiao Shisan, you can choose to die, you left everything to your sister."

Meng Po smiled bitterly: "It's just that someone told me to be your older sister. You are tired, so I have no choice but to take this burden for you."

"Xiao Shisan, don't worry, I will continue to live for you, even though my sister is very tired!"

Meng Po finally accepted the blood.

Po Meng took out a jug of wine and put it on the stone table.

Meng Po said in a low voice, "Master Taoist, would you like to have some wine with me?"

At this time, Po Meng's voice seemed to be pleading.

Xu Siyuan also felt very uncomfortable.

Xu Siyuan served Meng Po full, Xu Siyuan held up the wine glass and said: "Drink and get drunk, today,"

"I will accompany you!"

Granny Meng smiled lightly, neither gentle nor pretty, but Xu Siyuan still felt better.

Since ancient times, beauty is like a famous general

But if you see a beautiful woman, it's not just for the sake of appearance, then it's nothing for a beautiful woman to have gray hair.

Po Meng gulped it down, and then Po Meng said, "I didn't plan to meet you, but I really planned to see you forever. I don't want your soul to go to the underworld when you became a quasi-sage last time."

Meng Po sighed, "Isn't it ugly to see me now?"

Xu Siyuan nodded.

"It's not pretty, but,"

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

Granny Meng laughed again, a little softer.

Granny Meng has another drink.

Granny Meng looked at Xu Siyuan and said, "Does the Taoist know, I have lived for a long time, but now I have counted the prehistoric times, and the only old friend I have is you, the Taoist."

The popularity of the witch clan has always been bad, even the ancestor witch, Houtu used to have not many friends.

But Po Meng doesn't even know the surviving witches today, and the old days are still there.

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

But Meng Po immediately looked at Xu Siyuan and said, "Actually, one Daoist priest is enough, and I will ask the Taoist priest to have another drink."

Po Meng drinks first by herself, and Po Meng just drinks one cup after another.

Many of Xu Siyuan's old friends died, and Xu Siyuan was also worried, so Xu Siyuan also kept drinking.

Pot after pot.

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

Alcohol is not intoxicating, but love hurts.

It's not just the love between men and women, the witch clan in the wilderness, dominated the wilderness, but once the hegemony disappeared.

There used to be thirteen ancestral witches, that is, thirteen quasi-sages, but now she is the only one living in the underworld.

Wine is good wine, but it is also bitter.

The witch family suffers, and her mother-in-law also suffers.

Po Meng said: "The last time the Taoist came to the underworld to become a quasi-sage, he used to be a big Luo, and now he is a quasi-sage, so I should celebrate, so I, Meng Po, picked water from the Yellow Spring to make this wine."

"Buried in the Yellow Spring River for many years, I wanted to make up a thousand and entrust someone to give it to the Taoist priest, but today I drank most of it."

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

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

At this time, Po Meng said softly to Xu Siyuan: "Master Daoist, where is the future of our witch clan?"

future?

Xu Siyuan thought for a long time before saying: "Chi You has already made a choice, witches and humans should be integrated into one."

Po Meng drank another cup, and Po Meng sighed softly: "I wish the Wu tribe was a witch, but my Wu tribe is too small."

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

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

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