At the cry of "Master," bloodcurdling as a cuckoo's lament, the man in the dream suddenly opened his eyes.
Before him was a woman with a smile as radiant as a flower, staring at him.
Meng Xiaolou sighed. Rubbing his forehead, he sighed again and said, "Shisan, I haven't dreamed of Master in so many years..."
Tang Shisan thought for a moment, then replied, "Wang Xian, don't dwell on those who have passed away. Let them rest in peace and be reborn."
Meng Xiaolou nodded vigorously.
Then, realizing something was off, he asked, "You believe that, too? You know how he can be like some charlatan, spouting nonsense like a woman..."
Unlike Ximen Tinghua, Meng Xiaolou either said nothing or went on and on like a nagging old woman.
Tang Shisan and Ximen Tinghua knew this all too well, as did even Tang Qingyu.
Tang Shisan considered it carefully, then shook her head. "You wouldn't know about that, of course. But once, when he was drunk, he told me the King of Hell had told him... You know?"
Meng Xiaolou rolled his eyes and laughed. "I know. My master went up to heaven and became the Immortal Emperor!"
Tang Shisan stared at him, dumbfounded. You've really got some nerve saying that.
Fuming, she simply changed the subject.
"So, now that you've gotten what you wanted, what do you plan to do next?"
Meng Xiaolou answered without a moment's thought. "Take my sword and roam the world, see the Southern Border, and have a little Shisan with you."
Tang Shisan had found the first part rather appealing.
But after hearing the rest, she shook her head and replied, "Look at the state we're in. Do you think we can have a child?"
Meng Xiaolou wiped the tears from his cheeks and