"ah?"

"Sure!"

Yan Luo and the judge Cui Fujun changed their faces, rubbing and rubbing down the danmu, their eyes lit up and rubbing the bronze wooden doors. They muttered in their mouths: "It's so precious. It's so precious."

Cui Fujun looked at Tang Chen with a shy face, with a guilty look on his face, and he clasped his fists deeply: "Tang Chen. Don't blame him for being rude. Please forgive me."

"Sit down and talk! Sit down and have a good chat. Come to Tang Chen, there is the best Pluto soul tea in the underworld. Let's try it together. Come on, come on." Yan Luo kindly reached out to give in.

Tang Chen remained silent and greeted with a smile. He was actually invited to Danbao.

The ghost coach Fan was helpless, and his eyes were hot and muttered to himself: "Lord. Not bad. Lao Fan, I'm holding my big legs this time."

The Senluo Palace is above the Danmu. Only Yan Luo and the judge Cui Fujun can set foot. Zhong Kui is not qualified to enter the monarch, and he symbolizes a noble status.

Yan Luo and Cui Fujun smiled happily, invited each other attentively, and personally donated the Soul Tea of ​​the King of the Underworld. Tang Chen saw it and responded calmly: "Master Yan Luo, I wonder if he is satisfied with this bronze wooden gate?"

"Satisfied! Satisfied! I am very satisfied. The remaining bronze wooden gate cannot let you suffer losses. You can exchange them all for lapis. How about?" The useless lapis in Yan Luo's eyes were not very attractive to Tang Chen. Tang Chen's picture was Xiuxiu.

"Exchange and gift are not that important in the eyes of our Shushan nobles. What is important is that I, Tang Chen, can get your recognition from the King of Hell. I, Tang Chen, the King of Hell, and Cui Fujun. We are friends and are good at getting along. This is the most important thing. Isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Hahaha, Tang Chen's words are what Lao Cui, I love to hear. Yes! We are friends and good friends." Cui Fujun smiled brighter. "Lao Cui's words are not comprehensive. This is the friendship between my underworld and Shushan!" Yan Luo and Cui Fujun cooperated intimately with Tang Chenxu and Weishe. Haha, he fought enthusiastically.

The Soul Tea of ​​the Underworld is a specialty of the underworld. No one knows the secret method of stir-frying. It is full of fragrance. Tang Chen picked up the cover bowl, sipped it gently, and exclaimed: "Good tea! Good tea!"

"It's okay to exchange Pluto's soul tea. But the quantity is not too much. It can't be equal." Yan Luo took the opportunity to make another suggestion.

Tang Chen couldn't help but smile. He felt that he had grasped Yan Luo's weakness. He gently put down the cover bowl. Seeing that it also sucked the appetite of Yan Luo and Cui Fujun. He asked calmly: "I know that Yan Luo urgently needs the bronze wooden door, but he accidentally learned that Yan Luo seemed to have a lot of eyes for Guihuang Xiuxiu. Can you tell me?"

"Oh~." The King of Hell and Cui Fujun looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The King of Hell shook his head and said nothing, and Cui Fujun said.

"Young Master Tang Chen, Qi is really invisible. Guihuang Xiuxiu will not stay in the underworld for a long time. If Lord Xiuxiu can consolidate his connection with the original stars, he will naturally go back to the cycle of reincarnation. However, the ghost clan is declining. I originally wanted to rely on Lord Xiuxiu to decorate my face for Senluo Palace. Unexpectedly, I was slapped in the face by the fallen bird and the dark beast!"

"It's true that it's a loss. It's really embarrassing! It's embarrassing!"

Tang Chen put himself in his shoes and sighed with a sigh. Yan Luo and Cui Fujun were stunned. Then he blushed like eggplant. The eggplant in autumn is purple and shriveled.

"Shame! Absolute shame! A great humiliation! Brother Yan Luo, how about I, Tang Chen, venting your anger on your behalf?"

"Well?"

"Um?"

"Brother Tang Chen, tell me quickly. What's the solution? I'm so kind." Yan Luo and Cui Fujun suddenly lit up and approached Tang Chen. Although they were skeptical, this matter still had a turning point.

Tang Chen smiled brilliantly: "For the friendship between our Shushan and the Underworld, I, Tang Chen, would like to go to the Luoque Ming Beast Clan and take a trip. That's it..."

Tang Chen whispered, Yan Luo approached, and Cui Fujun was vigilantly guarding the surroundings.

After a long time, Tang Chen and Yan Luo finished their explanation and turned around and left. A gleam burst out from Yan Luo and Cui Fujun's eyes, and they rubbed their hands excitedly. They looked at Tang Chen's departure back.

He said solemnly: "Tang Chen is really intimate. No matter whether this matter is successful or not, the disciples of the Tang Sect in Shushan will be treated preferentially. This friendship is too great. Tang Chen, our Senluo Palace owes him a favor that cannot be repaid."

Tang Chen was just determined to show off. He didn't know that he had accidentally made friends with two giants in the underworld. Unexpectedly.

Tang Chen left the Senluo Temple and looked up and saw the old man and the old lady trembling on the bridge. He turned around and told the ghost coach Fan Wuxue. "Respect my elders and others. Therefore, people should not only kiss their relatives. You should take good care of this old man and the old woman. Let's get them a new pot to cook porridge."

"Okay lord. Let me continue to give you instructions." The ghost coach Fan Wuxue hurriedly expressed his opinion. For it, it was really not difficult. It was done in one sentence.

Several ghost generals ran over happily and gave him a brand new black pot. They kept Tang Chen's words intact and said them again.

The ghost general left for a long time. The old man and the old lady were trembling and trembling. They leaned against the railing of the Naihe Bridge and stood up with their backs hunched over. They rubbed the big black pot incredibly. The big black pot was very new. It has not been activated yet. A touch of fingers is dark...

The old woman murmured to herself: "Respect my old age and the old of others, and I am young and the young of others. The words come from "Mencius, King Hui of Liang"?"

The old man's turbid eyes bloomed with a ray of light: "I didn't expect that this young man was a powerful man. He received this great kindness. I was "nameless" and simply called it "Meng Gong". I will be honest with you forever."

The old woman smiled sweetly, her shriveled lips revealed her sparse white teeth. "The old body has been Meng Po from now on..."

Boom. As soon as this statement came, a strange image of the underworld was seen. The sea of ​​flowers in the immortal way was flying and falling on Meng Po. The old man Meng Gong reached out to snatch it. But he passed through his palm and couldn't touch it. He had to stare at Meng Po with great envy.

Beside Meng Po’s body, the void was cracked, and the cracks like lightning were thunderous, winding. Meng Po’s body was like a dazzling sun, emitting a stream of blazing clouds. Negligently, shot into the void without seeing it.

The God of the Underworld is the Dark God Meng Po.

The decree of God came to Mengpo’s ears: “I ordered God Mengpo to give porridge forever….”

In an instant, the immortal sound was played. The immortal slave, who was visible to God Mengpo, sang and danced, and the fairy music was played. An exclusive song specially designed for God Mengpo. The way of heaven suddenly rang out.

"The ghost of Mingyue Ming in Mingdu City. Meng Po has to be named a god.

The water from the Forget River floods the rice body. How many inches can I fill the pot?

Look at the porridge pot, Chi Chi Yongquan Flower, and hold the copper spoon and the remaining bowl.

The rice and water blend together, and Mengpo porridge is also formed~.

The world is suffering, the flowers and leaves on the other side are angry. The three lives stones shine on the body.

The hands of the candlesticks cannot be traced out all the silver threads. There is more anger in the branches and leaves.

Watch the three lives stones, lonely and unseen. The city is covered with Qingming Festival.

A good man leans on the door and has no king to send him off.

Meng Po sighs that the Three Lives Stones reflect the Three Lives. No one will wait for you.

Meng Po sighs that the flowers on the other side bloom for a lifetime. No one stops for you.

There is frost on the snow. The false feelings seem to be true.

The dark moon is cold and cold.

Meng Po sighed that the Forget River is deep and will not stop for you.

Meng Po sighed that there was wind in the fan tomb. She would not wait for you.

The new soul is sad and the heart is filled with hatred.

The fate of the world begins, and the fate is over. God Meng Po~.

Laugh~. See how free and carefree the world is. Please help me.

Don’t let Tingting beautify again in the next life, so please do it as soon as possible~..."

The music of this immortal song is a song made by the Tangmen of Shushan to promote [Shu Embroidery]. It was passed down from ancient times and was too ancient. The authors of the specific era are no longer verified. This also matches the great opportunity of Meng Gong and Meng Po to become a god, from Tang Chen.

This time, Tang Chen did not ride the Queen Mother of the West. He personally launched the ultimate speed. [Nine Palaces and Fifteen Steps] The firepower was fully opened. The bronze boots were moving rapidly and rhythmically. He headed straight for the Luoque Ming Clan.

The fairy sound behind him still played: "...A new soul was added to Fengdu City's Qingming Festival, please pray for the Porridge Mengpo God.

Naihe Bridge, Forget River. How many inches of rice can fill?

In the blink of an eye, water and rice blend together. Mengpo porridge is also completed.

Once the porridge and water are filled, we forget our life.

Love the flowers and leaves of the other side. It is rare to have a lover.

Huang Teng Wine is not enough to taste without makeup. There is one more twig and leaves.

I want the blue smoke to turn into lonely shadows. A handful of ashes and a handful of yellow earth tombs.

**** I'll chase you through the grave.

Meng Po sighs that the Three Lives Stones are on the Three Lives Stones. **** will you.

Meng Po sighs that the flowers on the other side have three lives. **** is for you.

The flowers fade and bloom again. Whose spring is blooming for?

The lingering relationship cannot be held back. The soul leaves the body.

Meng Po sighs about reincarnation for another life. Someone loves you.

Meng Po sighs in the wind and rain. The good man is for you.

****The deceased cried. Meng Po put the porridge in it.

The past is full of affection, and it cannot be said. God Meng Po~.

...

The fingers are soft, and it is almost lingering and deep. The lotus tent is warm and angry.

The fragrance of clothes and the shadow of the temples is over, and the spring night is full of colorfulness. Suddenly, the dust returns to the dust.

The elegy is sent to old friends. The old friends want to break their souls. The long song should cry. This is true.

Meng Po sighs that the porridge is favored by old friends. Who cares for you?

Meng Po sighed that Qing Porridge forgot the old man. Who is waiting for you?

The frost and snow are bleak. Three lives and one life.

The dark moon cannot shine in, and the lonely heart.

Meng Po sighs that three lives have passed and another life. Who do you love?

Meng Po sighs that three lives and another life. Who is waiting for you?

The water of Forgetful Rivers Crying Yellow Millet. A lifetime of fate cannot be achieved.
Chapter completed!