This proposal attracted the interest of several male extras next to him. They all said that young children naturally had a strong interest and moved closer, looking at Chang'an with longing in their eyes.

When he saw Chang'an thinking, "What story do you want to hear?"

In the silence, a little girl slowly raised her hand and blushed, "I want to hear the story about Meng Po."

A voice of disgust and contempt suddenly came from the crowd, and the little girl said in a slight tone, "What's wrong? Don't you want to hear the story of the woman who was forced to let us drink Mengpo soup after death? She asked us to wash away the memories of our previous life and reincarnate. Who is she? Why didn't she be reincarnated? What's the story? Don't you want to know?"

Without waiting for the others to speak, he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Chang'an, and hurriedly defended himself, "That's just ancient myths and legends, don't take it seriously."

The little girl nodded seriously and said, "Well, I don't take it seriously, it just sounds interesting."

Seeing that Chang'an saw that others no longer objected, I thought about it and said a few words when I was free, just to relieve myself and popularize myths and stories for others.

"About Meng Po, there are several versions passed down. First, according to the "Shan Hai Jing", Meng Po was the daughter of Emperor Yao. Later, she married Shun and traveled in the river. She must be accompanied by wind and rain when entering and leaving. After her death, she became the wind god in Jiujiang. I don't know why she became the god in charge of Meng Po soup by the Naihe Bridge."

Seeing Chang'an telling the story, he finished speaking and shouted anxiously in the crowd, "Where are other versions?"

He smiled at Chang'an and said, "Don't worry, listeners, let me talk in detail. The folk version is more like the myth itself, with ever-changing content and colorful, adding more imagination to everyone.

There is a saying that when Hongmeng first opened, the world was divided into the three realms of heaven, earth and man. The heaven was the largest and controlled everything. The earth was the underworld. Meng Po was originally a scattered official in the heaven. Later, she saw that the human world had deep grudges and hatreds, and she refused to let go even if she died. So she came to the head of the Naihe Bridge in the underworld. After drinking the made Mengpo soup, the people who came to reincarnate would forget the obsession they had been obsessed with during their lifetime, and their souls were cleanly passed through the Naihe Bridge to reincarnate.

The second statement is that Meng Po is actually Meng Jiangnu... Everyone knows Meng Jiangnu? It is Meng Jiangnu who cried down the city wall. Legend has it that after Meng Jiangnu cried down the city wall, she saw corpses everywhere under the city wall, but she could no longer find her husband's body. Later, in order to forget the pain of missing her husband, she cooked Meng Po soup that could eliminate memories. In the end, God was moved by her infatuation and saved her from the suffering of reincarnation and asked her to make Meng Po soup beside the Naihe Bridge.

The last statement is that Meng Po was born in the Western Han Dynasty. She read poetry and books since she was a child. When she grew up, she recited scriptures and chanted Buddha's name. When she was still alive, she never recalled the past or thought about the future. She spent her whole life advising people not to kill. It is said that until she was 80 years old, she was still a virgin. Later generations only knew that her surname was Meng, so people called her "Meng Po".

Some people even speculate that Mengpo soup was made by Mengpo himself, and the ingredients used in this soup are also widely varied. Some say it is water under the Naihe Bridge, some say it is Wangyou grass, and some say it is made by roses... But there is another one, it is made with tears shed in the previous life of the reincarnation. Of course, this is also the most recognized statement. I wonder which one you prefer after listening to it?"

After the story was told, everyone sighed. Seeing Chang'an subconsciously pinch the lunch box in his hand, he looked around and asked, "What's wrong? I'm not satisfied with the story? I'm also learning miscellaneous things and pieced them together. If it doesn't sound nice..."

Suddenly, someone said, "I feel a little uncomfortable. It turns out that what we drink is the tears we shed in this life." Seeing Chang'an looking in the sound, a man sighed with sorrow. He was about to comfort him a few words, but when he saw his eyes lit up, he suddenly laughed and said, "That's not going to be terrible!"

"Hahaha…"

"Puff, you are so terrible."

"So virgins can live long!"

"I heard that Meng Jiangnu is a beauty. I am so handsome. I can seduce her to be a pair of lonely ghosts with me."

Someone started to cheer, "Go quickly, so that we don't have to drink the tears that are terrible. We can also reincarnate to the ancient times with the memories of our previous lives, and then kill all directions, unify the six kingdoms, become the only Qin Shihuang, and then tell my descendants what will happen later, destroy the Japanese and the baton, and unify the entire universe."

"Since everyone doesn't have to drink Mengpo soup, why can you kill all sides? Do you think we are fools? At the least, you have to take a video link and take a step back and dominate one side. We don't have to dominate the rivers and share the prosperity of the world. Isn't it good?"

Seeing Chang'an, I didn't expect that the story would be so inspiring and moving, and the mythological story turned into a martial arts novel. I shook my head with a helpless smile, raised my eyes and saw that there were several special listeners standing outside: Wei Xingyao, director Jin Zhen, Xuan Nian, and Tan Xiao, who also looked at her with a smile on her face.

At this time, Director Jin Zhen suddenly shouted loudly, "Dear overlords, let's put aside our fantasy first and how can we finish this drunken and dream-loving scene?"

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, leaving behind Chang'an to be messy in the night with the bright moon in the sky. Hearing Wei Xingyao's mouth as usual, he said, "I'm so energetic. I'm going to tell ghost stories during the day and at night. Are you afraid of personality splitting?"

When I saw Chang'an blanch someone, I was too lazy to pay attention to it, and turned around and wanted to leave, but I didn't expect the other party to be entangled.

"No, you said you are so old, and you don't know how to find a man to get married and marry, and you are like a tomboy who is mingling among men and telling ghost stories every day. This does not make you very knowledgeable. Men will blur your gender over time. Who dares to marry you if you want to get married..."

Wei Xingyao was whispering endlessly, frightened by the glare of Chang'an, and asked unconsciously, "What's wrong? Am I wrong?"

Seeing Chang'an's incomprehensible expression, he looked up and down Wei Xingyao and said, "Wei Xingyao, are you sick? Is it interesting to always fight against me? You said you are so rich and have been romantic since childhood. You continue to ask your girls to play, drunkenly, dream and die, be rich, eat and drink, do evil... Isn't it good? It's all about others doing to you such things as encouraging people to do good, so don't learn it? It's really not suitable for you. Also, I have nothing to do with you, and you don't need to worry about it. Master Wei, Master Wei, Master Wei, Master Wei, please don't talk to me in the future?"

Wei Xingyao was kindly admonished, but he didn't know that the other party was not grateful at all, so he scolded him fiercely. The first time he was scolded like this since he was so old, not only scolding him, but also humiliating him. However, he did not return home for a long time and not speaking of his Chinese background. At most, he could not speak the background of his normal communication. Now this situation has obviously exceeded his language range. He is really stupid and angry. He doesn't even know Ci Hai. He thought about it for a long time and missed the best opportunity to fight back. He only replied, "See Chang'an, I will care about you again in the future, and I will be a pig." He left.

Seeing Chang'an snorted, "I hope you can do what you say,"

Wei Xingyao was so angry that he returned to the room that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was angry. He didn't know who he called and shouted, "Call me a Chinese teacher, and ask for a teacher who can curse people and jump up and scold others for nothing to say..."

I guess the other person replied, "Are you looking for a teacher or a shrew?"

Wei Xingyao's eyebrows raised, his voice instantly faded a few degrees, and he asked, "What is a shrew?"

Not knowing what the other person said, Wei Xingyao frowned and said unhappy, "What do you care about me? If you want you to find me, just look for me."

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the sofa and calmed down for a while, then picked up the phone and dialed it out, saying, "No need to look for it, why didn't I learn well? She thought she was, and she had no shining points at all. She was just a complete shrew."

The other party was silent on the phone for a while, and was hung up without any end.

Wei Xingyao sat upward on the sofa with a tired look, and his mind was echoing the magnificent voice of seeing Chang'an jumping up and down and cursing people. His brows frowned tightly, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He thought of her just sitting in the crowd, her elated elegance when she was confident and funny, and her eyebrows were stretched out. She was not useless, stubborn and fickle, cold and hot, timid and brave... She just showed all her bad sides to him, and she couldn't even speak at the least. I really didn't know whether to be happy or angry.
Chapter completed!