The first thousand one hundred and forty-four chapters
The man in white clasped his hands on his chest, extremely pious, and looked expectantly at the two bare jujube trees outside the courtyard gate, waiting for a miracle to come.
Po Meng originally didn't believe the story about the jujube tree told by the man in white, but when the man in white made a wish to the jujube tree, she couldn't help but nervously close her eyes with hope.
Zhang Xiaozhu and others also held their breath, looked nervously at the two jujube trees, and secretly prayed, hoping that the man in white's wish would come true.
However, after waiting for a long time, the miracle did not come.
Only gusts of cool wind blew by, blowing away Po Meng's pale hair.
Po Meng raised her hand to tuck her messy hair and smiled relievedly at the man in white who turned to look over.
She was disappointed that the miracle did not happen, but she felt satisfied that she could see the man in white at the last moment of her life and let him know her feelings.
She just felt a little sorry for the man in white, thinking that he worked so hard to eat dates, and finally found out that the story was a lie. She must have been very disappointed and sad.
The man in white shook his head at Po Meng and smiled bitterly, saying, "Sure enough, fairy tales are all lies."
"This is my fate, Po Meng's fate. It was destined the moment I became Po Meng." Po Meng said.
"No, I never believe in fate, I only believe that everything depends on man-made efforts." The man in white shook his head and said.
After saying that, his eyes suddenly brightened, and a decisive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had made some kind of decision.
"Ah, what are you going to do?" Po Meng asked in surprise.
Her body was suddenly locked in place by the power of the man in white, unable to move.
The man in white raised his hand and caressed Po Meng's old cheek, and said softly and domineeringly: "If God doesn't give me more life, I will give it to you!"
As he spoke, he pressed Po Meng's eyebrows with his thumb, and the majestic sword energy poured into Po Meng's body, sweeping away the chaotic power that had not been completely expelled from her body. Then a light array suddenly lit up under his feet.
The light array was rotating, and wisps of red flames flowed out of his body, flowing along his arms to his thumbs, and then submerged into Granny Meng's body.
Po Meng's face suddenly glowed red, her pale hair began to turn black, her wrinkled face became plumper little by little, her black age spots gradually faded away, and her rickety body slowly straightened her back.
But the body of the man in white is aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A light array similar to that of the man in white slowly appeared under Po Meng's feet, because the man in white was signing a co-life contract with Po Meng. Once the contract was reached, the two of them would share a lifespan from then on.
If one person's life is exhausted, the other person cannot live alone.
"No, stop it!"
"I don't want your life!"
"Stop it, you will be dragged to death by me!"
Po Meng hurriedly stopped her, but her body was imprisoned by the power of the man in white and she was unable to break free and resist.
"Then let's die together."
"Being with you is a joy even if I die."
The man in white is determined and will die without regrets.
In the room, Zhang Xiaozu and others could not help but be moved by the infatuation of the man in white. Qi Yoyo and Jin Zhihui were moved to tears by this undying love.
Suddenly the light beneath Meng Po's feet flourished, the light array rotated, and the contract of co-birth was concluded.
The man in white became an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, and Po Meng became a middle-aged woman, and their life spans were balanced.
However, Po Meng's life was passing quickly, because the better the man in white treated her, the more emotional she became, and the more emotional she became, the faster she aged.
"Why are you so nice to me?"
"I'm just a woman who makes soup. I don't have a beautiful face, and I don't know how to play chess, calligraphy or painting. I'm useless except for making soup around the stove."
"Is it worth it for you?"
"What are you planning?"
Po Meng asked with red eyes. Tears had already filled her eyes. She tried hard to hold back the tears from falling.
The man in white smiled brightly and said: "When my swordsmanship fell into darkness and I couldn't see the bright future, when I was discouraged and climbed to the cliff of reincarnation to prepare for this life, you were the one who helped me with one foot.
When I stepped out of the cliff, he called me."
"That's because your ghost has not been registered. Jumping off the Samsara Cliff without authorization is not allowed."
"You didn't have any complaints, grumbles, or even any impatience, and you listened to me talk for five hundred years."
"That's because I am Meng Po. I don't have human emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, joy, etc., so I naturally won't complain or be impatient. Moreover, I must be on the cliff of reincarnation and cannot leave my post without permission."
"It was your five hundred years of companionship that allowed my swordsmanship to cut through the darkness and see the light again, and rekindled my passionate feelings for life in my dispirited heart."
"That's because you have a strong will."
"On that day when I finally perfected my swordsmanship, I swore to the sword that you would accompany me through five hundred years of darkness, and I would use this swordsmanship to protect you for the rest of your life. If you die, my swordsmanship will lose its meaning of existence.
It will fall back into darkness and disappear."
"You idiot!"
Po Meng couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes, and the crystal teardrops fell one by one like a broken bead curtain.
"oops!"
The man in white suddenly shouted, took out a jade bottle from the empty space, put the mouth of the bottle under Po Meng's chin, and caught her crystal tears rolling down one by one.
"What are you doing?" Po Meng asked with tears in her eyes.
"Meng Po's tears are a treasure that is rare to see in a thousand years. If it falls on the ground, it will be wasted." The man in white replied.
"..." Po Meng's moved emotions suddenly became stiff.
"..." Zhang Xiaozu and others were so shocked by the man in white's words that they rolled their eyes.
"I'm afraid you're not a fool!"
Several people couldn't help but mutter to the man in white, blaming him for not understanding the style and ruining such a beautiful and touching scene.
But as the man in white threw his hand, he threw the jade bottle that caught Po Meng's tears towards them, and said: "Thank you for protecting my little cutie without fear of strong enemies when I was away. These few drops of Po Meng
I will give you my tears as a thank you gift."
The dissatisfied murmurs among Zhang Xiaozu and others suddenly disappeared.
"Thank you, senior!"
Niu Dawa hurriedly opened the door to a crack and reached out to catch the thrown jade bottle.
Po Meng's temperament was inherently cold. When the man in white interrupted her, her tears naturally stopped falling. She was also called "cute" by the man in white in front of Zhang Xiaopou and the other young people. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a place.
Drill in.
The man in white was not embarrassed at all, because in his eyes, no matter how old she became, Po Meng would always be the cutie in his life.
"I am Po Meng. I cannot be emotional. Once I am emotional, I will age rapidly until I die of old age. You know that." Po Meng looked into the eyes of the man in white and said.
"I know." The man in white nodded.
"I can't drag you to death together."
"It doesn't matter, I can live as long as I can. Being with you will make me happy every day."
"I don't want you to die." Meng Po said and took out the bowl of Meng Po soup left for herself from the void space.
She thought that if she drank Meng Po Soup, forgot about the man in white, and ended her love, she would no longer age and would not be a burden to the man in white.