(Extras from A Xiang and Xiao Cao are presented.)

Some people die and think about their lives and feel no worries. Most of the three souls and seven spirits disperse. Follow the soul-catching man to the Huangquan Road in a daze, walking one way, forgetting all the way, and not knowing what evening tonight, then they arrived at the Naihe Bridge. Then they picked up the bowl of Forgetful Water, and their previous life was completely over.

Those who do good, those who do evil, should be reincarnated, should be reincarnated, and should be reincarnated, and then enter the cycle of reincarnation. Once you have finished it, your mind will still be as white as snow, and you will start over again.

So when a person is in front of him, if he has any wishes, the living will try to satisfy him as much as possible, so as not to suffer more when he walks on the road to the underworld.

There are still people who have not yet died before their death, and their souls followed them, but they are reluctant to do so. For the three fortunes and wealth in the world, they asked him to wash them in the underworld, figure it out, and then asked the ferryman to pull them up and send them to reincarnate. The dead don't worry about the matter of living people.

The long road of the underworld is - as long as you can forget, it will be as long as you can. Only those who cannot forget their love will walk 4,444 feet long and still turn around, and line up under the Naihe Bridge, waiting for the people he has to wait for, sometimes waiting for a day or two, sometimes for a decade or twenty years, and sometimes for a lifetime of a mortal.

Someone who was waiting for someone to come, but the man was confused and no longer remembered himself. Sometimes he remembered was a young man and a young man who was old. Even if he met, he could not recognize him and looked at him with tears in his eyes. The ghost man on one side urged him to open his eyes: "Two, the time is here, I'm on the way-" love in the world always likes to make vows, but it's only a few decades, but the scene of life and death, and you are you, I am me. Isn't it ridiculous to come?

This was said by Cao Weining squatted by Naihe Bridge, listening to Guicha’s words with Meng Po. Guicha’s name was Hu and was a man of emotion when he was alive. Cao Weining listened to him pestering Meng Po and chatting endlessly. Meng Po ignored it and served soup on his own. Naihe Bridge was transformed. It is said that as much water of Forgetfulness is drunk, the wider Naihe Bridge is, a cup of Forgetful World, and the dust returns to the dust.

The ghost messenger Hu Zai nagged for a long time, but when Meng Po looked up, he came up and talked to Cao Weining: "Boy, why don't you drink soup? I'm waiting for others?" Mortals are blessed and innocent, and they are mediocre. It is rare that there is such a sober person, even the ghost immortal in the underworld, who is willing to say more to him.

"Ah..." Cao Weining was a little flattered when he talked to a ghost trooper for the first time, "Haha, yes, you are..." Hu Qi had no idea to communicate with him at all. He probably was just bored and wanted to find someone to talk to him. He interrupted him directly and said, "There were people who were waiting here before, but after waiting for three hundred years."

Cao Weining was stunned and asked tremblingly: "Three, three hundred years... Who has lived for so many years? The person he is waiting for is not the surname Ye, right?"

"Oh, what do you care about his surname? Whatever his surname is, it's the same. In this life, the emperor and the emperor will jump into the spring of reincarnation. Maybe the surname is Zhu and Dog in the next life. Who knows?" Hu Zuo waved his hand and pointed at Sansheng Stone and said, "He was sitting there, waiting for three hundred years, and returned to the place where he first met that person, but, how about it?"

Cao Weining asked in support of the venue: "How is it?"

"Choose another good match." Hu Zuo sighed.

At this time, Meng Po finally looked up at him and said with a blank expression: "Hu Guichao, be careful of your words."

Hu Zuo said "ah" and said, "Well, this person is an emperor, general and minister. He has his own fate. He can't say it - young man, who are you waiting for?"

Cao Weining said: "I'll wait for my wife."

Hu Zuo didn't find it strange, just asked, "When you died, how old is your wife?"

Cao Weining said honestly: "Seventeen."

"Seventeen... When I died, there was a seventeen-year-old daughter-in-law at home. What a pity..." Hu Zuo shook his head. The age was too old. He could no longer remember the appearance of his young wife. He said to Cao Weining: "I advise you not to wait. She has grown up in her life. When she comes down, she is already an old woman in her seventies and eighty years old. I have long remembered the man when she was sixteen or seventeen years old. I have seen many people. After waiting, I am not looking forward to a sad one. You, think about it as soon as possible and make a jar of Mengpo soup. What kind of daughter-in-law and concubine, I have forgotten all of them."

Meng Po raised her head again and said expressionlessly: "Hu Guimao, be careful of your words." Hu Zuo shut up in shame, but saw Cao Weining smiled and said: "That's right, I'm looking forward to it. It's best that she can't remember what I look like at all. She passed by without any concern and happily. When I saw her passing, I didn't care anymore."

Hu Zuo Qi said, "Don't you feel unwilling to accept it?" Cao Weining looked at him strangely and asked back, "What's there to be unwilling to accept it? That's my wife, not my enemy. Are I unhappy to look at her?"

Hu Zuo was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "You can think about it."

Cao Weining grabbed his hair and said embarrassedly: "No, I have no other benefits in my life, I am just being able to think about everything... Alas, there is just one thing, I was beaten to death by my master, I am afraid that my wife will not be able to think about it and will never end with him."

Hu Zuo Qi said, "What kind of traitors have you done? Your master wants to kill you?"

Cao Weining said, "Well, why? What's the matter? It's not a matter of being incompatible with good and evil. I said that my wife was a villain from Guigu, and I insisted on following her. The master was angry and couldn't stand the stage, so he beat me to death."

He was quite relaxed when he stood and spoke without a back pain. He could not hear at all, and he was talking about how he died. Hu Zi was in a state of interest, squatted beside him and asked, "Don't you hold a grudge?"

Cao Weining pointed to a soul-catching man who was floating here with a ghost and said, "I heard the adults come to the mouth of 'Dust return to dust, soil return to soil', and I felt in my heart that no matter how much grudges there were, there was nothing to hate. I was all buried in peace. What kind of hatred is it? Isn't it impossible to get along with myself?"

Hu Zuo looked up and saw Hei Wuchang floating in front of his eyes with a black face, and sighed in a low voice: "Oh, don't listen to them. Our soul-catching slut in the underworld have never said anything. I don't know how many years have you said it, but I haven't changed it..."

Meng Po's eyes stared at him again, and for the third time he said expressionlessly: "Hu Guicha, be careful of his words."

Hu Zuo sighed and pointed at Meng Po and whispered to Cao Weining: "See, we Meng Po are so? I have been back and forth on Naihe Bridge for hundreds of years. She said to me back and forth, "Hu Guimao, be careful of your words." This dark place is really lonely."

Cao Weining smiled, listening to the lonely ghost messenger in his ears, looking around and looking over the road, thinking about what would it look like if A Xiang turned into an old lady from there? He must be an old lady full of energy, neat and fierce, she...

Suddenly, Cao Weining stood up straight, his eyes wide open. He saw that the familiar girl was jumping and following the soul-catcher to this side. While she walked, she kept asking questions around the soul-catcher. The soul-catcher was full of concentration and walked with her head in silence, ignoring her, and was so anxious that she said, "The dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil."

Cao Weining opened his mouth and shouted: "A Xiang..."

Gu Xiang paused, turned his head and looked over, and was stunned for a moment. He seemed to want to cry, but at the end he held it all back, and turned into a big smile, and rushed towards him like a bird, shouting: "Brother Cao, I know where you are waiting for me!"

Cao Weining hugged her tightly as if she hadn't seen her in her life, but then she thought, A Xiang had come like this and hadn't become an old lady, wouldn't it be a death--and he became anxious and sad again. He was filled with mixed feelings, and tears fell down into the water of the underworld, ripples spreading around, and even the ferryman was alarmed.

Hu Zuo shut up and looked at the two embracing each other with a distant smile.

But when we meet at the bridge, it seems like we are lingering forever.

Another ghost messenger on the bridge shouted, "Two, the time is here, let's go-to-road--"

It's like a loyal pendulum. From last year to last year, I only said this.

Gu Xiang raised his head from Cao Weining's arms, glared viciously at the ghost messenger on the bridge, and cursed: "What are you urging me to urging me? Are you so fucking calling me?!"

The man on the bridge was stunned and thought to himself, isn’t this called a soul?

But Hu Zuo smiled and commented: "What a stingy little lady, a young man, he has a fierce wife at home."

Cao Weining said politely with tears in his mouth: "Shame."

Hu Zuo stood up and pointed at Naihe Bridge and said, "Okay, go on the road, don't miss the time for reincarnation. If you miss it for a moment, you will become a beggar on the roadside. If you two have endless fate, you can continue your next life."

After saying that, he led the two of them to the Naihe Bridge and stood in front of Mengpo's Mengpo's soup. Gu Xiang hesitated for a moment and said, "I've forgotten this after drinking it. Mother-in-law, how can I not drink it?"

Meng Po looked at her with a beautiful wooden face and shook her head silently.

The ghost messenger Hu Zuo said, "Little girl, if you don't drink Mengpo soup, you will be a cow and a horse in your next life. Let's drink it."

Gu Xiang's eyes suddenly turned red again, and he lowered his head. No matter how others persuaded him, he was unwilling to move. Hu Zuo was a little reluctant, so he said to Meng Po: "Look, let's do some convenience. It's not easy. In our place, for thousands or hundreds of years, we may not necessarily see a couple who can finally get married. It's really..."

Meng Po said: "Hu Guimao..."

Hu Zuo hurriedly took it and said, "Yes, I'm careful, I'm cautious." Meng Po hesitated for a moment, suddenly took out two red lines from her arms, spread them in her hands, and handed them to Gu Xiang.

Gu Xiang was stunned, and Hu Zuo hurriedly said, "Miss, please take it quickly. Meng Po is showing mercy. This is an opportunity that may not be possible to cultivate in a few lifetimes. Take it and tie it to your wrist to avoid meeting each other in the next life."

Gu Xiang hurriedly took the red rope from Meng Po's hand and tied it clumsily to Cao Weining and his wrists. Then the two of them carried each other with their hands, drank the water of forgottenness together, and then entered the cycle of reincarnation.

Behind me, I heard the distant voice of the soul-catching man: "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil--"

Hu Zuo also sighed: "What is love in the world - even Meng Po is open to her eyes."

Meng Po had no choice but to continue, "Hu Guimao, be careful of his words."

Fifteen years later, in Luoyang City, the lady of Li Yuanwai's family held a wedding ceremony. Mr. Li Yuanwai's sworn brother Song Daxia came with his only son. One was to celebrate his birthday and the other proposed marriage.

When the children were crammed together, the adults coaxed the children and found that the two little guys, one had a red mark on their left hand and the other had a red mark on their right hand. Isn’t this a fate brought by the fetus? So they got married.

It is the time of childhood, and there is a man riding a bamboo horse -
Chapter completed!