Meng Wangxi, or the name we call her more well-known to the public, Meng Po.

Her body is the water of Forgetful River, and she is the innate demon like Zhou Jiuyi. She was granted the title of God, escaped from the demon body, and became an immortal.

She used to be the most beautiful woman in this underworld.

From ancient times to the present, it has been.

But now she looks like an old-fashioned look. Her hair seems to have not been combed for a long time. It is chaotic, like a dark cloud that has not dissipated for a long time, hitting Zhou Jiuyi's heart, and it is so chaotic that it will not hurt, but just heartache.

"Why are you here?" Meng Wangxi's voice was filled with death, as if he was about to die.

Her eyes seemed to be unable to see, with a white layer on it. At this time, she looked at Zhou Jiuyi. Her eyes were like a carp that had been dead for a long time, very terrifying.

But Zhou Jiuyi felt even more uncomfortable when she saw her like this.

"Do you have to put yourself into this way?" Zhou Jiuyi felt extremely distressed, but instead began to criticize him. This may be the so-called anger and not fighting.

"Boss Zhou, what qualifications do you have to say to me?" Meng Wangxi asked back sarcastically. There seemed to be something in her throat, like the loud voice when the bellows were pulled: "Ah, I forgot that you are a person who only looks at the present. Even if you have done anything in the past, as long as no one remembers it, you can pretend that those things have not happened."

"But, I can't!"

Meng Wangxi's emotions also became excited. She stood up and walked a few steps towards Zhou Jiuyi, but suddenly fell to the ground because of her weakness.

She was puzzled and thought for a while before she remembered that she was no different from a useless person now.

"The past is the past. Since we are alive, we cannot just think about the past." Zhou Jiuyi watched her struggle on the ground and helped her up silently: "You are obviously water, but who do you look like? It's like a stone, smelly and hard."

"Who do you want to see who I look like?" Meng Wangxi pushed him away, panting, and it took a while to smile and retort.

Zhou Jiuyi also thought of that person, so his back was stiff and was pushed to him by Meng Wangxi.

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At that time, the Naihe Bridge was not as old as it is now. Wangchuan was still a blood-colored river that needed a bottomless boat to cross. Meng Wangxi was by the rebirth stone, sending his soul into the world.

A bowl of Mengpo soup, forgetting the past, and starting a new life, a cup of Mengpo wine, remembering the love and hate of the past, but the new life is from then on, until it enters the cycle of reincarnation again.

That day, the Forgetful River was rushing endlessly, and the river was filled with lonely ghosts and wailing endlessly. They looked at the souls passing by on the bridge greedily, hoping to step into the cycle of reincarnation on their behalf, or pull the innocent man off from the bottomless boat, let him sink with him and never have the next life.

A new dead soul came by the river. He was tall and tall, with a virtuous spirit like a jade, and a beautiful face like a good woman, but he was full of sharp aura. As the saying goes, Wang Guang's sword energy will never be hidden, so that people can't have any thoughts of being contemptuous and can only appreciate it.

The boatman was stunned for a moment when he saw him. In just a moment, the young man stepped on the water. The ghosts surging in the river wanted to hold a corner of his clothes, but then wailed and retreated.

"Young Master, you'd better get on the boat. The river is too wide!"

"Why, thank you." The figure seemed slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. In just a few breaths, it reached the other side of the river.

He looked at Meng Wangxi's face greedily and looked at him foolishly, because it was really a long time no see.

"Wangxi, I'm here." He whispered, as if afraid of disturbing the woman in front of him.

Meng Wangxi looked at him with a smile. At this time, she was not the same old woman as she was in the future.

Only look at the woman on the bridge with three thousand black hair, her eyebrows and eyes are quiet, her smile is as quiet as the first lotus, her sorrow is as weeping willows, and her anger is as frosty plum. Although her figure is weak, she is proud of the sword, and her contradictory state of hardness and softness is revealed on this fairy-like jade bone. Even if she is not an immortal, she is still close to the heavens.

When she heard the young man say hello, Qingqian Divortex felt a little subtle and shameful: "Well, I saw it."

"I tried it for a long time this time, and it was only in my thirties that I finally died." The young man seemed to have never appeared in front of her. He sat next to Meng Wangxi and kissed her warmly: "I miss you so much, why don't you miss me at all?"

"If you do this, you will fail in the world." Although Meng Wangxi was also happy, there was a faint worry between her eyebrows and eyes: "If you fail, you will not be able to become an immortal."

"So what if you can't become an immortal?" The young man disagreed. He looked at her with a little annoyed: "Why don't you know yet? I just want to be with you!"

When Meng Wangxi heard his confession, his eyes were red indifferently. He eased for a while at the angle that the young man could not see, and then asked, "Then do you want to drink again this time?"

"I can only remember you when I drink." The young man said firmly: "Wangxi, this is the last reincarnation. Success or failure does not matter. At worst, I will be a mortal who will fall into reincarnation forever. Even if I can only see you once in the gap between reincarnation, I will not regret it."

"You won't fail," Meng Wangxi took the wine and handed it to the young man: "You are in the immortal class, how could you fall into the cycle of reincarnation forever? Don't say that in the future."

The young man was taught a lesson and was not angry. He drank the liquid in the cup in one go, and suddenly his face changed drastically.

"No, this is Tang! Wangxi, you..."

"This is for your own good." Meng Wangxi looked at him indifferently, but his eyes were still red: "Go, go to the world!"

The young man immediately forgot everything in the past, and he stepped into the mirror of reincarnation and began his final journey.

Meng Wangxi stood there, feeling relieved, and finally sent him to his original trajectory.

If he fails to succeed in ascending to immortality, then what awaits him will be endless sufferings of reincarnation, and in the end it is like the endless lonely ghosts in the Forgetful River, without any news.

It took only a few days for the underworld. The immortal gate opened wide on that day, and countless golden lotus flowers fell. The fairy world welcomed a new immortal, and there was a general who died in battle.

But at the same time, Meng Wangxi, as Meng Po’s position, neglected his duties and interfered with the reincarnation, was accepted in the underworld’s Hell Hall.

"The person under the court, Meng Shi Wangxi, is Meng Po, but he interferes with the reincarnation of the immortals and the death of the world. Do you know your sin?"
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