The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 44 I don't know, he will always come.

Rui Ying went to the Nine Heavens after coming back from the mortal calamity, and when she wanted to find Feng Jiu, she happened to have a peach feast, and Feng Jiu descended to the mortal world with her own bone.

The Feng Jiu that Rui Ying knew was a very kind and simple girl, even though she had a noble status, she never put on airs.

Ruiying went to check, but there was no record.Besides, I still met Meng Yuxuan, that mortal aunt.

At that time, Ruiying had already become the true young master of the Zhuzhao clan, and had ascended to the High God.

Rui Ying was dressed in a crimson purple robe, disguised as a majestic and serious God.He walked in the heavens and was greeted everywhere. "My Lord God is well." Walking in the land of Huohuang, he is the biggest king of Huohuang. "My young master is well."

At that time, he drank the water of Wangchuan because of Feng Jiu's return from calamity. Only a few people knew about it, Rui Ying, Bai Xiwu, Gu Shenzun, Gou Chen, Bi Luo Shang Shen, and Du Yi.At this time Feng Jiu hadn't woken up yet, Feng Jiu fell asleep in a dream and didn't want to wake up.Ruiying decided to go to Dihuang to find a solution, first of all to learn to figure it out, so Ruiying squatted beside the Naihe Bridge to observe how those lovers drank the famous Mengpo soup and passed by without any worries .

It turns out that there are many strange little fairies with a bull's head and a horse face next to them, scaring those mortals who can't wait to run forward, and there are many people who have suffered and tired, they don't need to be forced or made a fuss, they just drink a bowl of soup , I didn't know how the soup would taste, so I went in directly.After crossing the bridge, the past is forgotten.

He walked over without asking anyone else, took a bowl of soup and drank it himself, but found that the bowl was empty, very strange, obviously watching the pot boiling, he took a bowl, but it was still empty.

"What's going on here?" Rui Ying spat out a mouthful of fire and added more fire, the soup boiled even more, it was colorless and tasteless, after drinking it, it still didn't work, a person was having fun playing there alone, many mortals raised their heads They all stared at him, their scalps were numb, and they smiled awkwardly. "Excuse me, please, please first." Immediately get out of bed.

"Why did God come to this place?" Meng Po raised her head, and it turned out to be a beautiful girl in pale pink clothes, delicate and cute, with eyes as clear as a lake.The girl in the veil is Po Meng.

"You, you are Meng Po?" Rui Ying looked down at the girl sitting behind the Qingyu case.

"Yes, is there something wrong?" Meng Po smiled, and her laughter was as sweet as a silver bell.

"Me, why don't you go make soup?" Ruiying always felt that the story was different from what he had heard.

According to legend, Po Meng was originally a loose official in the heaven.Later, seeing the countless grievances and grievances in the world, even if he died, he refused to let go, so he came to the Wangchuan River in the underworld, and set up a cauldron at the head of the Naihe Bridge, refining the thoughts that the world couldn't let go into Mengchuan. Let the ghosts drink the po soup, and forget the love and hatred of the previous life, unload the burden of the previous life, and enter the next reincarnation.

And here, is a peerless beauty.

"Self-sufficiency and sharing of everything is popular nowadays. Isn't it right here? As long as I control the underworld fire and cook the soup by myself, the ghosts who come and go are self-sufficient. Wouldn't it be wonderful. I also have the opportunity to read more books." Meng Po replied with a smile.

"The reason why I made Mengpo soup at the beginning was to forget my past. Later, I gradually stopped thinking about it. My only memory now is to give a bowl of Mengpo soup to the ghosts coming and going on the Naihe Bridge. .What is God doing here?"

"I, I'm here to find out how to wake people up from the past." Meng Po's laugh made Rui Ying a little embarrassed.

"Forget it." Meng Poruyu pointed her finger at her head. "Everything can be forgotten. Look at these mortals, they also love, love and hate for a lifetime, don't they also forget?"

"Then I just drank your soup, why can't I drink it?" Rui Ying was still very confused.

"Because you are not human."

"How can you curse people?" Rui Ying was upset.

"You are a god, how could a god forget, I am just a little fairy, I can't forget. If you really want to forget, you have to drink the water of the river of forgetting, and then rot that piece of memory from your heart, and remember nothing Incredible."

There is a Mengpo village in the underworld, where a stunning woman sells tea soup.The visitor eats soup and water, and is not refreshed for 35 days.

Po Meng propped her chin.

"I seem to have seen God."

"I have been reincarnated for many lives. I am used to seeing life and death. I have seen too many reincarnations. My grief is overwhelming, love and pain are endless, and hatred is added."

"In one life, you were the emperor of the mortal world. You also watched me and him abide by etiquette for a lifetime without any worries."

In a person's life, there will be youth, youth, and old age.Different people have different hearts at different times.

At that time, she was still a well-known girl in the village. Everyone knew that Yunniang was from a famous family, Yunniang was a talented girl, beautiful like a flower, kind-hearted, and a cardamom-year-old Yunniang.

Her father is a famous landlord, and she is the eldest daughter of the family.He was very kind to her, when Mo Lang came to propose marriage that day, Yunniang's father asked him to ask Yunniang.

Yunniang disagrees.

He was puzzled, "Why? Yunniang, you and I are childhood sweethearts, and we are in the same family. We have been together for so long, and I think we are very good."

She said, "You treat me so well. But in Yunniang's heart, you are like an elder brother. But you are not the one I want to wait for."

"Who is that man?" he asked.

"I don't know, he will always come."

Yun Niang's gentle eyes were flat.

This is her teenage years.She rejected the young man from a prominent family who seemed to be the right man in his dream.

She was 15 years old that year and made a marriage contract with Mo Lang.She doesn't like him.But he still likes her.Yun Niang is unwilling.

But Yunniang's father told Yunniang.

"Yunniang, I still remember his solemn promise to this day."

"She said that the person she was waiting for would come." Mo Lang said, "Uncle, if Yunniang doesn't come, I will marry her and treat her well for the rest of my life. If he comes, I will leave."

Yunniang's 15 years old is still the daughter of the family, and a girl who is ignorant of the world and longing for love. She embroiders female red and watches the snowflakes fall outside the window.

In the end, she waited for the one she loved.

On that day, she had braided hair and happily went to find her father in the lobby. Her father was always serious and loved her. On that day, her father was tired but smiling. But very talented.

She looked at him without speaking, and the 25-year-old was standing tall and straight. "I met Miss Shao Yun."

"Say hello to sir." It was inconvenient to see outsiders, she retreated to the boudoir, but the blush on her face never disappeared.

"Yunniang, what do you think of Mr. Xiao who came today?" Yunniang's mother came to her, touched her hand, and looked at her pitifully.

She didn't do much at first, but later she laughed, and the spring light of her smile brightened.In early spring, 19-year-old Yunniang finally decided to get married.What a vague word.

Who knew that Feng Guanxia could not have it, who knew that eight sedan chairs could not be had.

Without the status of a clerk, he is just a poor teacher.He was six years older than her, and had married a long time ago, but his wife had passed away.There is also a son and a daughter.

How could she choose to let go? During the engagement days, he often wrote poems and letters to her, full of the beautiful and boundless scenery of the years, the hypocrisy of mountains and rivers and the charm of long stories.

She is willing to follow him.So regardless of the opposition of the whole family, he broke up with his parents.Lived with him in a broken thatched cottage.

(End of this chapter)