Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

Ghosts have been panicking in the underworld recently, and there are ghost soldiers patrolling everywhere. Occasionally, when they see a ghost grow a little better, they will arrest and question it, making the whole underworld restless.

"What the hell are you doing?" Granny Meng fiddled with the big spoon in her hand, lit the fire, and was frying home-cooked food, "Everyone is so afraid of you." She tapped the spoon on Heiwuchang who was drinking broth , "It hasn't been cooked yet, why did you steal it? You don't change your temper! Xiaobai, take care of your brother!"

Hei Wuchang who was knocked looked at Bai Wuchang with an aggrieved face, the red eyes were shining brightly, and tears were about to flood.

Bai Wuchang twitched the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to touch Hei Wuchang's head, as a gesture of comfort: "Something happened in the Ten Palace, it is said that the Red Luan star in the Ten Palace started to shine..."

"Well, it's really a big deal." Granny Meng nodded, and brought up the last plate of fried shredded pork with green peppers, "I haven't seen Shidian for a long time, where did he go?"

"The higher-ups said they were traveling outside." Hei Wuchang answered, "But I think, the first hall must know the whereabouts of the tenth hall, and these two people have the best relationship on weekdays."

Bai Wuchang reached out and pulled Hei Wuchang's hair, and his pure white eyeballs rolled around: "Where is it your turn to say in the first hall? Just take care of the affairs of our fifth hall."

"Hey, Xiaobai, you are too serious." Granny Meng took a sip of sake, "I looked at the people in the ten halls, and none of them was worry-free. The first hall is for the head phoenix and the fate star in the sky. What kind of ice sculptures are there in the second hall all day? Did the third hall fall into the Wangchuan River in a daze a few days ago? The fourth hall is bloodletting when there is nothing to do. Why didn’t he let him go? The fifth hall is the busiest. Even so, I still have to gossip with the blind judge. The sixth hall listens to the mortal drama all day long, shed some tears, why, tears are worthless? The seventh hall... rogue, there is nothing to say. The eighth hall... Big hooligan. Jiudian, with a face of ice cubes, it seems like he will die if he speaks two words too much. Among so many people, dozens of temples are the most decent, and they are also the most beautiful. , isn’t this pure courting of death?”

Granny Meng babbled a long series without pausing, criticizing the Ten Kings of Hades in a daze.

Hei Wuchang swallowed his saliva, and just wanted to praise Po Meng's sister for her eloquence, but in a blink of an eye, she saw the King of Hades in the Seven Palaces——Wang Dong of Mount Tai.The whole person almost fell off the chair, but fortunately Bai Wuchang was supporting him.

"Seven Palaces..." Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang stood up one after another and bowed to Dong.

Hearing the word Qidian, Meng Po felt a shiver all over her body, she flinched and thought of running away.

"Want to run?" Dong moved in front of Granny Meng, "Why, you won't recognize anyone if you take the ivory from the hall?"

"Qi Dian's words are serious, how dare my little girl do such things as ungrateful? It's true that my little girl has something important to do, so I have to rush over there, right?" Granny Meng laughed along with her, but she kept slandering her in her heart.

Dong raised his eyebrows, and stared straight at Granny Meng with dark red eyes: "You agreed to the previous one. If this hall finds mammoth ivory, you will tell this hall your real name. Haven't you forgotten?"

The corners of Meng Po's mouth twitched: "Then, why don't Qidian take the ivory back?"

"Back on your word, you've done a decent job!" Dong sneered, mocking Granny Meng, thinking that at this time it's time to put the aggressive method on the table.

Sure enough, Po Meng's heavily powdered face turned red: "Qidian's words are too much, Po Meng is Po Meng, where did her real name come from?"

"Before you became Meng Po."

"..." Granny Meng was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously touched the tear mole on the corner of her right eye with her hand, feeling even more desolate in her heart, "That happened thousands of years ago, how can Granny Meng remember?"

Dong stepped forward, lifted Po Meng's chin with one hand, and stroked her chin with his fingertips: "You remember."

This sentence seemed to be both bewitching and mocking, and Po Meng just felt hot for a while, and she resisted more and more in her heart: "Yes, I remember."

"what is it call?"

"Jiumu, long Jiujiu, eyesight..." Meng Po gritted her teeth, "Your Highness, are you satisfied?" This name carries too much past, a tormenting past.

Dong thought about Granny Meng's expression carefully, and felt that he seemed to have overdone it, so he withdrew his hand apologetically: "Jiu Mu? It sounds familiar." Indeed, anyone who has lived for tens of thousands of years will find this name familiar.

"Being the former lover of the Emperor of Heaven." The man turned out from the corner of the street said slowly, "The love story between these two people moved the world back then, but it's a pity...one became the Emperor of Heaven and the other came to the underworld."

When black and white were inconspicuous, the men bowed again: "Six halls!"

"Bi, you know?" Dong raised his eyebrows, his dark red eyes staring directly at Bi's dark green eyes.

"Si Ming told me about this matter...As for the truth or falsehood, you have to ask your sweetheart." Bian Cheng Wang Bi pointed at Po Meng, "I don't count what I say."

Meng Po smiled wryly: "What can I do if it's true, what can you do to me if it's fake?"

Who remembers these old days?Those so-called romances are just made by oneself, who can take them to heart?

Yuan held the jug and looked at the few people here, listening to their conversation, he just felt a little funny.

Suddenly, a familiar breath came from a distance, and the underworld was immediately surrounded by a strong immortal energy.

This change is so obvious that even the lowest brat can feel it.The ghosts that were already sparse on the street disappeared without a trace, and now it was completely quiet.

Song Xun, who had just arrived in the underworld, felt a little strange. Where was the bustling underworld in the past?Why has he only been away for 100 years, and why has the underworld become so desolate?

"Qing Huan Shangxian?" The closest one is Qin Guangwang Jiang, the moment he felt the immortal energy, he rushed over, "And this one..." His eyes fell on Song Xun On the body, although I feel that the breath of this person is slightly familiar, but it feels very strange.

Qing Huan slightly stood in front of Song Xun: "Don't panic, I'm only here to ask for a bowl of Mengpo soup, and I'll leave as soon as I ask."

"Mengpo soup?" Now it was Dong's turn to be puzzled, not that Mengpo soup was something rare, but those immortals from the Nine Heavens never looked down on these things from the underworld?Why did this Shangxian come here today just to ask for a bowl of Mengpo soup? This is too unreasonable.

"Save people." Qing Huan's speech-saving mode was turned on again, and the expression on his face became monotonous, as if the whole hell had collided with him.

Jiang frowned, his eyes turned around and fell on Song Xun again.Song Xun sensed the gaze of others, and went straight to meet him with a pair of peach blossom eyes, not afraid of the majesty of the hell king.

The King of Hades in the Ten Great Halls of the Underworld was born for the position of the King of Hades. In their first life, they experienced all kinds of hardships in life. After death, they will serve as the King of Hades and do things for the Underworld. This is their fate, and no one can escape it.Therefore, every Yama king will carry a sense of majesty after becoming the Yama king.

"I have been a Meng Po soup for so many years, and I have boiled Meng Po soup for so long. I have never heard that Meng Po soup can save people." Meng Po's bright red nails touched her pale lips, red and white complement each other, Don't have a scary style.

Qing Huan frowned: "Drink Meng Po soup and forget about the troubles in the world, right?"

"Naturally." Granny Meng nodded, "My Granny Meng's soup is made from the water of the Wangchuan River, so naturally I can forget the past."

"That's it." Song Xun replied, "What we want is this Mengpo soup."

Meng Po smiled: "Little Song Xun, you are willing to come back."

The two met 100 years ago, when Song Xun first entered the underworld as a ferryman.As for the impermanence of black and white and the seven halls of this hall, I don't know each other.After all, Song Xun only stayed here for a few days, and a small ferryman wouldn't cause trouble for everyone in the upper class to know about it.

Song Xun's face turned pale, and his tongue twitched: "Sister Meng Po is still radiant."

"Yo, the little mouth has become sweet after a hundred years." Meng Po stretched out her left hand to touch Song Xun's face, but Qing Huan opened it.

Granny Meng raised her eyebrows to look at Qing Huan with a gentle face. The place where Qing Huan touched her left hand just now hurt like a fire, and her bones also made a crisp sound.This man looks gentle, but his strikes seem to be killing people. He is really a smiling tiger.

"Is this the immortal who came to pick you up back then?" Granny Meng smiled, "I don't think you are suitable."

Song Xun looked embarrassed and looked up at Qing Huan.The other party put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Is it suitable for an abandoned person whose turn it is?"

This was like stepping on each other's landmines. Po Meng's face turned black immediately, and her bright red nails also turned crimson: "Shangxian Qinghuan can really talk!"

He gritted his teeth as he said this, wishing he could bite the person in front of him and chew it hard.

"Wonderful praise." Qing Huan smiled, his face thickening.

"I don't know if I like it or not..." A frivolous young man's voice came from the Wangchuan River, "Song Xun, how dare you come back?"

Lying on the bed, Shen Yuan only felt that his right wrist was scorching hot, so hot that he wished he could jump up and cut off his right hand.But helpless, he couldn't move at the moment.

He knew that the riot was not because of himself, but he didn't understand why Jiang Junyu did this.

"Shen Yuan..." Jiang Junqian's voice came from next to his ear, "I'm sorry this time. But if I can't get it, Qing Huan can't get it either."

"..." Shen Yuan wanted to move his lips to ask the reason, but he couldn't say anything.

"Qing Huan tried his best, but what he got was not his after all." Jiang Junyu said in a low voice, "Look at how he treats Song Xun..." He put his hand on Shen Yuan's On the forehead, Shen Yuan only felt a hot flow from the forehead to the bottom of the feet, and some memories that did not belong to him emerged.

"Shen Yuan is gone, are you satisfied?" Gu Zhiyuan half leaned on the couch, his lips were pale and he looked sick.

Song Nanchu knelt on the ground, and there was no spirit in his pair of peach blossom eyes: "Naturally, it's really good that His Majesty can do this." He changed the subject, "Empress Lian committed suicide, won't Your Majesty feel sad?"

"...I am naturally sad." Gu Zhiyuan was startled, his eyes lowered, "Song Shaofu wants to see how sad I am?"

"Heh." Song Nanchu sneered, "But this minister is very happy."

Eunuch Zheng was refilling tea and pouring water. He felt cold sweat all over his body after listening to this conversation.

These two people, I am afraid that they will really fight to the death.