Pluto loves me secretly

This was Baichuan's first visit to Granny Meng's courtyard, and Ma Mian took him there.Ma Mian is specially on duty in the Palace of the Ghost King, so it is more reliable and there will be no other misunderstandings.This is his consideration, although these trivial matters, Jiu Yan has always been ignored.

In this ghost world, apart from the Infernal Hell, Jiuyi has always been at ease.As long as Baichuan is safe, everything else is fine as long as Baichuan is willing.

As Xiangsheng said before, there is a very beautiful peach tree in Po Meng's front yard, but the flowering period has just passed, and it looks a bit bleak.He suddenly remembered that the flowers in Zhou Yuyuan needed special protection, but this peach tree did not.

"Why can this peach tree grow so well in the ghost world?"

Granny Meng touched the thick trunk of the peach tree: "This one is different. When it was moved from the mortal world, His Highness Gui Jun gave it the divine spring water to protect it."

Divine spring water?Baichuan didn't remember any water source in the God Realm called Shenquan, and he was absolutely right about it.Maybe it's just that Jiu Yan doesn't want to say more!With this in mind, Baichuan stopped talking.

Meng Po said: "My previous body was taken from this peach tree. Your Highness is a good person."

Baichuan fully agrees with Jiuli's conduct.This kind of recognition carries a bit of persistence, and it is worthless for Jiu Yan, because in the God Realm in those years, Jiu Yan overcame difficulties for the safety of the God Realm, but he didn't get the respect he deserved.

After Meng Po finished speaking, she walked into the house and brought out a small stove and a small sand pot. Bai Chuan was not surprised when he saw it. Of course he knew that it was impossible for Meng Po to ask him to come over to get wine.

Granny Meng took two stools, called Baichuan to sit down, put the sand pot on the stove, and poured half a pot of water.

Po Meng sat down on another stool, "Master, do you know how I became Po Meng?"

"I know a little bit. It is said that I met Jiuyan on the bank of the River of Forgetfulness."

Not knowing what came to mind, Granny Meng chuckled lightly: "Yes, at that time I only thought that this young man was probably a rich man, but I never thought that it would be His Royal Highness Ghost Lord."

Bai Chuan was a little puzzled when he heard this. It stands to reason that the Jiuzhang at that time should not be much different from what it is now. Jiuzhang has always looked like this, and with that extravagance, it should be conceivable.

"I was disheartened at the time, and I didn't want to talk to people. Until I saw His Highness, of course it wasn't because of his noble temperament." Granny Meng shifted her gaze to Baichuan's face: "At that time, I felt that that man was different from me. It's the same people."

"Similar people?"

Granny Meng nodded, "Yes, the same kind of person. Probably because of the similar state of mind, I could see his hidden sadness at a glance, and even felt that his sadness was hopeless."

Baichuan had been hopeless before, but at this moment, he was not sure if he really knew what despair was.

Both of them fell silent, the water in the sand jar made a gurgling sound, and Granny Meng took out some plants of different colors, the bright red Bianhua flowers were particularly conspicuous.

Baichuan saw her throwing them into the sand tank little by little, watching the color of the water fluctuate, and finally turned transparent again, "Is this Wangchuan water?"

"Yes, Wangchuanshui."

Bai Chuan was a little surprised: "Is all Wang Chuan water boiled like this?" With so much water used every day, wouldn't it be very troublesome to boil it all?

Meng Po smiled and said: "Naturally not all of them. Your Highness gave me the Shenxu Pot. It can be used for several years after cooking once."

Baichuan has never seen a Shenxu pot before, but he can confirm that the one in front of him is just an ordinary sand pot, so is it specially cooked for me today?He was a little puzzled.

Granny Meng put a bowl for Baichuan, put it in front of him, and asked, "My lord, have you ever thought about why Wangchuan water is called Wangchuan water?"

Forget River Water Forget River Water... Forget River?

He always thought that the Wangchuan water came from the Wangchuan River, and the Wangchuan River was originally called by this name.After all, there was no ghost world in the past, and it is not uncommon for him not to know the existence of this river.

Now it seems that there may be other reasons.

"Where is the Wangchuan River?"

"It is said that it is also the name chosen by His Royal Highness Ghost Lord."

Forget the river, forget the river, is it about him?

"These are just my guesses. I always feel that in some respects I can understand His Highness, and I can understand that people will have some almost paranoid actions under restrained thoughts."

"Jiu Yan...has he ever drank Wangchuan water?"

Po Meng shook her head, but she was talking about herself: "I have always known that the Wangchuan Shui made by Your Highness is successful, because it has been verified by countless people. At that time, I thought this thing was very miraculous, and it didn't hurt or itch. Just wipe away all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of a person's life. At that time, I was also thinking, should I forget it, such days are really difficult, even now I have this kind of thought.

But I know that I will never drink this bowl of Wangchuan water.Even if I suffer unparalleled pain every day, I don't want to forget all this, and it will inevitably be like this in the future.

Year after year, watching love turn into pain, and pain proves love, I can't even imagine what it would be like to not remember him. "

When Baichuan left Meng Po's small courtyard, it was already dark. He was carrying three small wine jars in his hand, and they made crisp collision sounds in the night with the rhythm of his pacing.

The Wangchuan River was still flowing peacefully, reflecting Lingling waves under the faint blue light. At this moment, his mood was complicated, and he felt that what flowed in the Wangchuan River was not river water, but longing for nine thousand years.

The moonless sky cannot contain his love.

He sat alone on the shore for a long time, recalling the many years in the past, those unclear right and wrong suddenly became clear at this moment.

It wasn't until Jiujiu came and hugged him tightly from behind, feeling Jiujiu's unique taste and temperature, that his lingering soul returned to the human world and touched the reality.

For the first time in his life, Baichuan felt so clearly that he was so deeply loved.

He turned sideways slightly, and Jiu Yan hugged him naturally. For the first time, he showed his fragility in front of Jiu Yan without any concealment. , I am lucky in my life."

Jiu Yan didn't know what was wrong with him, but he also guessed roughly, when Baichuan told him that Po Meng wanted to see him, he probably guessed it.

Those things cannot be hidden for a lifetime, Baichuan will know one day, Po Meng is smart, knows how to tell stories, and is a good narrator, so it can be said that he acquiesced to Po Meng's doing so.

He is also selfish. He hopes that Baichuan will know what he has done and how much he loves him, and then he will never leave him again.

Jiuyi has always loved Baichuan's kindness to all things in the world, but at this moment he used his kindness to keep him by his side forever.He knew that all the uneasiness in his heart came from his own worries. He worried that one day Baichuan would leave him to pursue the freedom sung by countless people.

The best kindness is like water, Ren Fangyuan, he loves Baichuan's kindness, he loves Baichuan's everything, and he hopes that all these belong to him.

"Baichuan, I have always hated fate, but every time I see you, I feel that the sky is so kind to me. It can be said that I am so lucky to meet you."

After hearing this, Baichuan didn't say any more, instead he asked, "Jiuyan, is there such a river in the ghost world?"

He wasn't in a hurry when Jiu Yan didn't answer, he just asked each sentence.

"Jiuyan, is this Wangchuan River called Wangchuan?"

"Jiuyan, where did the Bana flower come from?"

"Jiuyan, how did you boil the Wangchuan water?"

"Jiuyan, it is rumored that Wangxiangtai can only see one place at first, is it true? If true, where is that place?"

"Jiu Yan, how many things have you kept from me?"

Baichuan chanted his name tirelessly, over and over again, as if hitting his heart. At this moment, he seemed to see the moon in the God Realm, and every moment was complete without any regrets.

"Baichuan." Jiu Yan called his name gently, like a stream of autumn water.

"Let me tell you my story."

"When I first came to the ghost world, there was nothing in the ghost world. Impermanence and they all lived in caves. Don't you think it's funny." He really laughed, and every word after that seemed to be full of laughter meaning.

"Then I recovered them all, you know mine, one who can't use his brain, but fists are really the most useful in this ghost world."

"Later, I became a ghost king, and they took the initiative to build this ghost palace for me, and they rushed to it to be magnificent. I live alone in this huge ghost palace, and they don't understand my loneliness."

Jiu Yan's voice was calm, like a poor storyteller, quietly telling other people's stories.This peace makes Baichuan feel very distressed, but everything has passed, so he can talk so calmly, but the real pain is only known to Jiuyan himself.

But Jiuyi didn’t think there was anything wrong with that. The present time was so good that those unbearable pasts could be ignored. Jiuyi gently stroked Baichuan’s slightly frowning brows, kissed him on the forehead, and continued talking. Follow the story of the past.

"At that time, there was no river in this ghost world. The River of Forgetfulness was drawn up from a deeper underground, so it had no name at first. But at that time, it was a pain for me to live, not to mention the existence of that river. A thought that will never be answered for thousands of years.”

"I want to forget, but I can't bear to forget, so I named this river Wangchuan."

"I drew this Wangchuan River for you, Wangchuan Wangchuan, but I am happy when I see it. Thinking that you still have an acre of land with me, it is not unrestricted."

This sentence was so gentle that Bai Chuan's heart trembled when he heard it.

"The ghost world only appeared later. At that time, it was very troublesome for mortals to pass away. It was necessary to send a person with a high level of cultivation to guard at the mirror of the passing away to erase the memory of the departed soul."

"Of course, this is not my original intention of making Wangchuan Water. For Wangchuan Water, Wangchuan Water is for Wangchuan, but I still don't know what the water tastes like, but I think it won't taste too good."

"At first, Wangxiang Terrace could only see the Tianchi Lake in the God Realm. The Bianhua was originally born in the Demon Realm. When you were taken captive, there were Bianhua flowers around you..."

"Baichuan, in this ghost world, the flowers on the other side bloom for you, the Wangxiang Terrace stands for you, the Wangchuan River flows for you, Mengpo soup is for you, even the ghost king is only willing to wait for you Ten thousand years."