The sword is the devil

Chapter 1158 Granny Meng's Soup
The familiar souls surged up like a tide, and retreated like a tide. Their abilities were too weak, and it was difficult to cause much damage to these monks in the world.

Even for the souls of practitioners like Xiang Zhiwen, their strength is only compared to other souls, and they are not comparable to monks. The only advantage is that they have a large number of people.

This is a very fragmented scene. Every day, millions of familiar souls line up on the Naihe Bridge to pursue their new lives; Break down that barrier that never seems to be broken.

Everyone does not interfere with each other and goes their own way.

Hou Tiao really wanted to mix in with the group of fighting souls, sneak up and do something, but he knew it was inappropriate, it was not fair to these brave souls, it was not fair to the Taoists, and it was not fair to Truman who brought him. To be fair, it will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

He had an intuition that if he did something today, instead of helping these indomitable souls, he might be harming them.

He trusts his self-awareness.

As the souls moved, he was involuntarily engulfed in them, and gradually approached the Naihe Bridge; in the process, by coincidence, he was squeezed into a position very close to a Taoist, who was always facing the sword. Taoist Huiyuan with a very unkind pulse.

He is completely sure that if he strikes suddenly, he can turn this guy from a yang soul to a yin soul, as if there is a devil in his heart who has been instigating him: shoot, no one will know...

... Taoist Huiyuan had a warning sign flashing in his heart. He didn't understand why he felt this way here. where.

This feeling disappeared in a flash, and with the turbulent soul tide, wave after wave, the dangerous feeling gradually disappeared. He knew that among the soul group, there must be a soul who wanted to kill him, or a human being. ?

However, under the special environment, he couldn't find any clues, and he couldn't even guess, because the distorted face and body could no longer see the original appearance.

... Hou Tiao missed the best opportunity to make a move, but he didn't regret it. He overcame his inner demons and rejected the urge to kill that the surrounding environment created for him. This was not easy.

He intends to go back, but finds that he has no way to go back, as if there is a force pushing him; this is the rule of Naihe Bridge, once you get on this bridge, you can never go back.

As a Yang soul, most of the rules of the underworld have no effect on him, but in the special place of Naihe Bridge, the rules are extremely powerful, because this is the transit node of reincarnation, and it is a place that cannot be lost, so there is reincarnation in the prohibition. The constraints of the Dao, simply put, would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.

There are two treasures in the underworld, the Book of Life and Death, and the Naihe Bridge, which support most of the underworld.

He has nothing to worry about if it comes, and the rules are the rules. Since Naihe Qiaodu is a reincarnated person, there can be no fundamental side effects on him, which is also part of the rules.

People are not dead, try the taste of Mengpo soup first, it is not bad.

When I was not on the bridge, I felt that the speed of these familiar souls crossing the bridge was very slow, but when I got on the bridge, I realized that the speed was actually very fast. After all, there are nearly one million people here every day.

After passing by, a bowl of soup, drink it, and disappear... In front of you is Huangquan Road, and then there is Guimen Pass. Passing through Guimen Pass is a new journey of life.

Soon it was his turn. It seemed like only a few breaths from the time he got on the bridge to the front of Granny Meng. This is an old woman with wrinkles all over her face. Her face is full of kindness and has a strange appeal. Under her smile, Everyone would drink the soup handed over by her without hesitation, as if it contained fine nectar.

But when it was Tsuta's turn to wait, she not only handed over a bowl of soup, but also opened her mouth very rarely,

"Young man, this is the soup I made specially for you, drink it slowly, no matter whether it tastes good or not, don't spit it out."

Hou Tiao's heart was pounding, but it didn't prevent him from drinking the soup in one gulp; his movements were slower than other familiar souls, but it didn't affect the passage of those familiar souls. This is not only a bridge, but also an innate Lingbao, and Po Meng is the spirit of the congenital Lingbao.

All of this, you will never understand if you don’t walk on the Naihe Bridge; only in this way can a small bridge cross millions of people every day without chaos.

Although it was the first time in his life, he could intuitively feel the kindness of the old lady in front of him. It was unbelievable to say it, but it was his intuition.

"Grandma, who is so bold as to spit out the soup after drinking it?"

Granny Meng smiled, "I'm also a sword bearer. I think the old woman's soup is not good, so I pick and choose. I want to drink seafood soup, tomato and egg soup... There are a lot of shit, but I drink the soup and go to the roller coaster, throwing up. Everywhere!"

Hou Tiao was a little speechless, and didn't know which senior from Quanzhen taught him to act so chicly?

Granny Meng watched him drink the soup with a smile, "You have to taste the soup, take small sips and swallow slowly... um, how does it taste?"

Hou Niao smacked her lips and held the bowl, "It's Hu spicy soup. It nourishes body fluid and warms the stomach. It has a long aftertaste. It's a good soup!"

Granny Meng laughed so hard that she couldn't see her teeth, "Of course it's a good soup. I live in the south of the river, and I don't like spicy food. How about another bowl?"

When Tzu brought it over respectfully, Granny Meng gave him another bowl, "Drink it slowly, I added a lot of ingredients, the child's spiritual strength is extraordinary, but it's mixed and turbulent. If things go on like this, it's hard to drink." No matter how much progress is made, how about drinking some soup and taking a bath in the Wangchuan River, I think it will change a little bit?"

Hou Tiao respectfully said: "I dare not say goodbye to the gift from the elders."

After drinking three bowls in a row, a wave of warmth came from inside, a very special feeling; when I was about to climb over the railing and jump into the river, I suddenly remembered something, and I rode on the railing and turned around and asked:
"Grandma, who is the senior swordsman who vomited your soup?"

Granny Meng's cloudy eyes rolled, as if she was recalling something, "It was taught by you Quanzhen, but I dare not say his name, well, it's been thousands of years, and I have forgotten what he looks like... forget it Well, forget it, some people will be troubled if they remember too clearly..."

Hou Tiao's heart moved, how many thousand years old?That was before Jinxiu's inspiration revived. In this way, it could only be the two ancestors of Jianmai, or the surname Mu?Or surnamed Shi?
For a moment, he couldn't figure out the connection behind this, and threw himself into the dark Wangchuan River. In the extremely chaotic reincarnation scene, no one noticed that there was such a person who couldn't think about it.

(End of this chapter)