Meng Chuan and Hen Ren were standing by the river. When the little girl came to the river, she also saw Meng Chuan and Hen Ren. She smiled and said hello.
"Hello, brother and sister!"
Then she was a little curious, "Are my brothers and sisters passing by our village? Or are they coming to our village to find someone?"
"I know all the people in our village. If my brothers and sisters are looking for someone, you can tell me and I will take you there."
Having said that, she felt in her heart that it was more likely that the two of them were passing by.
She felt that the temperament and appearance of these two people were too outstanding, and they were not likely to be recognized by people in the village.
"We were just passing by." Meng Chuan looked at the little girl's face, and memories of more than 100,000 years suddenly surged, and a face from the past appeared in his mind, corresponding to this little girl.
"What's your name?" Meng Chuan asked softly.
"My name is Wanwan, Su Wanwan!" The little girl said her name with a smile. She was very lively and not cold at all. She was completely different from the person in Meng Chuan's impression.
"Wanwan, Su Wanwan." Meng Chuan muttered and smiled, "The name is very nice."
"Everyone says so!" Su Wanwan raised her chin.
Meng Chuanhe chatted with Su Wanwan for a few more words, and it was obvious that Su Wanwan was very happy and not at all restrained because Meng Chuan was a stranger.
"You should be busy, we still have some things to do." Meng Chuan said to Su Wanwan, pointing to the clothes in her tub.
"Goodbye, brother and sister!" Su Wanwan waved and watched Meng Chuan and Ruren leave. Then she squatted by the river and started washing clothes while humming a song.
A carefree look.
After Meng Chuan left the small mountain village, he had been thinking about something.
"Similar flowers?" the ruthless man suddenly said.
Meng Chuan nodded, "It should be right."
This Su Wanwan looks exactly the same as Meng Chuan's former friend, the Yaochi Saint Qingyue!
After Meng Chuan left his mark on Qingyue's grave, the reminder given to him by Lingjue now seems to be this Su Wanwan!
"Similar flowers..." Meng Chuan felt a little difficult, but it wasn't because of any personal feelings.
Over a hundred thousand years, all the haziness has long since dissipated. Looking back now, I am just a former friend.
The time before Meng Chuan's enlightenment was nothing compared to the time he lived afterward.
Meng Chuan does maintain his true nature and his true self remains unchanged, but Meng Chuan does not change anything. He is always moving forward.
More than 100,000 years, what a long time? Meng Chuan's temperament has not changed. It is already a manifestation of his indestructible nature and his Taoist heart.
For example, there is a huge difference between him and Qingyue, and Ye Fan and An Miaoyi in the original plot.
It's simply a world of difference.
What's more, this person is Su Wanwan, not Qingyue!
The reason why Meng Chuan found it difficult was mainly because under Zhetian's world view, even if these similar flowers were the reincarnation of that person, they were not and could not be the same person anyway.
Even if I have nothing to do with the person before, I still have some relationship with him.
But in some of Meng Chuan's conjectures, there is a conflict between similar flowers and resurrection!
He had just left a mark on Qingyue's grave, and now he met a similar flower. Meng Chuan suddenly felt that there was a trace of uncertainty in his plan.
Meng Chuan said nothing, and kept thinking about various problems that might be caused by similar flowers, involving many things.
Reincarnation, reincarnation, immortality, the great road, the secrets of the world that covers the sky...
Meng Chuan was deducing and calculating. Some things had few clues and were just pure guesses, while others had a little clue.
"Whatever you want to do in your heart, just do it." The ruthless man suddenly said this.
"Ah?" Meng Chuan was stunned and looked at the ruthless man, "What are you talking about, Emperor? I don't have anything I want to do?"
Meng Chuan was confused. He couldn't do the things he was thinking about even if he wanted to!
Meng Chuan vaguely felt that the two of them were not on the same channel.
"Meng Chuan, are they really similar flowers to Qing Yue?" A shout came, and two people appeared in front of Meng Chuan Renren, Ji Lianxing and Jiang Daoran.
"I guess so." Meng Chuan nodded, and then his heart suddenly suddenly dawned. He looked at the ruthless man, and he understood what the ruthless man was talking about!
"Great Emperor, you misunderstood. I just thought about a lot of things." Meng Chuan couldn't laugh or cry.
"Yes, I understand." The ruthless man nodded, his expression cold.
You understand a hammer!
"So Qingyue is back?" Ji Lianxing was a little surprised and happy.
"Similar flowers are similar!" Meng Chuan emphasized the word similarity.
Similarity is not the same, the difference is huge.
"Isn't it reincarnation?" Ji Lianxing was a little disappointed.
Meng Chuan looked at her and then at Jiang Daoran, "You still care so much about Qingyue? More than 100,000 years have passed."
"What are you talking about? We were good friends back then!" Ji Lianxing said dissatisfied, then hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling a little frustrated.
"Well, more than 100,000 years have passed, and now I feel that the friendship I once had has indeed faded a bit." Huniu is Huniu, she dares to say anything and is willing to admit anything.
Time is the cruelest thing. In the mortal world, after a few years, when old friends see each other again, most of them are reduced to just saying hello and smiling when they meet again.
Ji Lianxing and the others have lived in this mortal world for more than 100,000 years. To say that nothing has changed would be bragging.
Of course, it would be impossible to forget everything.
"But I still regard her as my good friend!" Ji Lianxing said loudly. This is indeed the truth.
Jiang Daoran nodded beside him, he thought so too.
"I still regard her as my good friend." Meng Chuan agreed, and this was indeed his idea.
When Ji Lianxing heard this, she looked at Meng Chuan, then at the ruthless man, and thought about what happened more than a hundred thousand years ago.
He couldn't help but curl his lips.
"What should we do about Qingyue?" Ji Lianxing asked: "Fadu has discovered it, can't we just leave it alone? I can't do it!"
"Her name is Su Wanwan." Meng Chuan corrected Huniu's mistake, "As for what to do, what do you think?"
"I want to lead her into the path of cultivation. Last time she passed away, this time I want her to live!" Ji Lianxing said firmly, still confusing Qingyue and Su Wanwan in her words.
"Ask her opinion." Meng Chuan thought for a while, this kind of matter still requires the person involved to make a decision.
"That little girl is very spiritual and has a natural seed. If she practices Taoism, she will achieve great results." The ruthless people interjected. They can see a person's talent at a glance.
Su Wanwan's talent is indeed excellent.
It doesn't mean that you will be good if you have a special physical talent.
Some people don't have the upper hand physically, but their talent and understanding are really nothing to say.
Most people like this will have some disadvantages in the early stage of cultivation, but in the later stage, as long as they don't pull themselves apart, they will be no worse than anyone else.
"Should we still send her to Yaochi? Yaochi already has a saint, and she won't be able to become a saint even if she goes there." Ji Lianxing's eyes kept rolling.
It is rare for a saint to be replaced in Yaochi, even if a disciple who is stronger than the original saint appears.
Anyway, you have stronger talents than the saint. Even if you don't have the title of saint, the resources Yaochi will give you will not be less than the saint. As for some people who are greedy for the vanity of the saint.
That is not in line with Yao Chi's ethos, and it is even more impossible for her to become a saint.
In the end, when everyone has reached the level of enlightenment of a different kind, how dare the Saint, as the Queen Mother of the West, dare to mess around with other persons of enlightenment of a different kind?
The highest level of the Imperial Clan and the Imperial Line is extremely harmonious, because there is nothing to fight for, and there are still emperors at the top to control it, while Yaochi is very harmonious from top to bottom.
Meng Chuan was a little speechless, "We haven't decided on the horoscope yet. You have so much on your mind."
"What if people see you as a vicious person and don't want to practice?"
"Meng Chuan! Just shut your mouth if you can't speak!" Ji Lianxing was dissatisfied and pulled Jiang Daoran, "Go and beat him!"
Jiang Daoran was shot and injured, but his family status was low and he could not resist.
