From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

But who made Meng Liu owe money to the underworld? Most of her income will eventually have to be paid back to the underworld, so it doesn’t matter whether it is money from the world of the living or the world of the dead.

She weighed it and found the price was about the same: "Okay."

Zhuo Yun nodded to register, Meng Liu opened the ghost gate wide, grabbed him and kicked him in.

Some sneaky people were planning to sneak in, but fortunately she closed the ghost gate in time.

Zhuo Yun made a statistic and found that there were only two or three ghosts who had money to reincarnate, and the rest were all penniless.

"Don't be discouraged. Not having money now doesn't mean you will never have money. In order to deal with this situation, our National Security Bureau will kindly provide everyone with a job. As long as you earn enough money to be reborn, you can leave happily!"

When the ghosts heard there was another way, they no longer had any complaints.

I've been trapped here for too long. Even if I can't be reincarnated, it would be good to change the environment.

So one group of people were arranged by Zhuo Yun to plant trees in the desert, one group of people were arranged to control the Yellow River, and another group of people were sent to the South China Sea to pick up garbage, just like the roadside ghost that Meng Liu met for the first time.

After a series of operations, the task was completed perfectly.

Zhang Pannan's eyes were full of stars: "Master, you are so amazing, how do you teach them to reincarnate? Teach me!"

Since being accepted as Meng Liu's apprentice, Zhang Pannan planned to study the mysterious arts seriously. She had been following her master but still didn't know where to start. Now that she had this good opportunity, she boldly asked.

Meng Liu patted her head and said, "Don't worry, I'll teach you when we get back to the store."

Zhuo Yun was angry again. She was a stranger to her, but she was so nice to her.

I worked so hard for her for so long, and they spent so much time alone together, why didn't I teach him a lesson?

Although he was angry, he was still a little scared. Until he got in the taxi, Zhuo Yun did not mention moving back home.

Meng Liu just turned a blind eye.

The most important thing is that he took the initiative to settle the fare when getting off the bus.

Back in the store, Zhuo Yun yawned.

Meng Liu grabbed his collar and said, "You should stay and learn together."

Before Zhuo Yun could even close his mouth, he asked anxiously, "You want to teach me too?"

Meng Liu glanced at him and said, "Why, you don't want to learn?"

"Yes, yes, of course I am willing!" Zhuo Yun agreed immediately. After a long time of foolish smile, he felt that he was too easy to coax, so he changed his face decisively, "Don't think that you can win me over with a little favor. I will remember the fact that you drove me away today for the rest of my life! I will never forgive you, humph!"

Meng Liu almost laughed out loud: "Yeah, whatever you want."

The three of them sat cross-legged in the store.

She told me the introductory techniques for cultivation.

In fact, Meng Liu was not quite sure whether these two people could do it. Although this world had spiritual energy, it was not as dense as the world of immortal cultivation. All in all, it could only be called the Dharma Ending Age at best. In such a world with extremely scarce spiritual energy, spiritual roots were very important.

She herself was a god in her previous life, so she was not too particular. Meng Liu guessed that Zhuo Yun should be similar.

Sure enough, he practiced according to the exercises she gave him.

Zhuo Yun entered into a state of meditation very quickly, but Zhang Pannan was slow to find the feeling.

She looked at Zhuo Yun, who was also a beginner like her, and began to get impatient unconsciously.

The reason why Meng Liu was willing to raise her and be her guardian was to find her an apprentice. If she couldn't do it, would she send her back?

Seeing that Zhuo Yun had entered a mysterious state where no one could disturb him, Zhang Pannan became more and more anxious, but the more anxious he was, the worse he did.

Meng Liu, who was meditating, paid some attention and reached out to touch her forehead.

A cool and soothing air slowly flowed into his body from between his eyebrows, and Zhang Pannan's heart inexplicably calmed down.

"Don't worry."

Her voice struck his mind like thunder. Zhang Pannan followed her instructions and calmed down to feel the so-called Qi.

When daybreak came, the three of them were still meditating.

Jian Youning had already brought breakfast to the door. As soon as she opened the door, she saw three people sitting on the ground, surrounded by a rich spiritual energy.

"Are you practicing?" he asked curiously.

He was present when Meng Liu accepted Zhang Pannan as her disciple, but he never expected that she would be willing to teach Zhuo Yun how to practice.

Up to now, there are many schools in the field of metaphysics. Everyone attaches great importance to their own inheritance and will not teach it to non-direct descendants.

Jian Youning always thought that Meng Liu entered this line of work only because of his identity as a member of the Meng family, and had never heard that the Meng family had its own martial arts.

If the Meng family were that powerful, they wouldn't owe so much debt.

Thinking about it carefully, Lao Meng's death was very strange. He remembered that Meng Liu died first, but was resurrected at the funeral, and then Lao Meng died again.

This is no secret in Xuanmen. The fact that the Meng family committed suicide to avoid debt has attracted many discussions.

They treat something as serious as death as a game.

Moreover, he had met Lao Meng twice, and vaguely remembered that he was a daughter slave. Would such a person be willing to die and leave all the debts to his biological daughter?

And what about her resurrection?

A seed of doubt was planted in Jian Youning's heart.

Meng Liu opened his eyes and twitched his nose: "What delicious food did you bring?"

Jian Youning smiled and took out a variety of breakfasts and piled them all over the table. Meng Liu chose her favorite and ate while chatting with him.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I had eaten when I came here." Jian Youning took two pieces of tissue paper and wiped the oil stains from the corners of her lips.

Zhuo Yun had just woken up from that mysterious state and saw this scene.

He forced out a laugh: "Coming?"

The relationship with Meng Liu, which had finally been eased, returned to the starting point the moment Jian Youning appeared.

He didn't know what attitude to take, perhaps because of Jian Youning's words directed at him, or perhaps because he knew that this man might be his friend's future boyfriend, so he felt a little embarrassed and at a loss.

Jian Youning is not that stingy. Although she doesn't want him to stick to Meng Liu all the time, she won't be harsh to him in the details of life.

"There is the breakfast I bought on the table."

Zhuo Yun thanked him and started eating in silence.

Seeing that the clock was about to turn to 9 o'clock, Meng Liu pulled Zhang Pannan up and said, "You can't become fat in one breath. The time is up. You should go to school. From now on, you can practice instead of sleeping at night."

Zhang Pannan nodded, packed his bag and left.

She now feels very energetic. She does not have that feeling of being drained after staying up all night. Instead, she feels relaxed from head to toe.

Jian Youning asked thoughtfully, "Can your Meng family's skills replace sleep with practice?"

Meng Liu responded vaguely.

Jian Youning's eyes suddenly became deep when he looked at her.

In the Dharma Ending Age, many traditions disappeared along with the spiritual energy. Although everyone is a Heavenly Master, no school's skills have ever allowed sleep to replace cultivation.