It is said that the memory of a fish is only seven seconds. But the wise fish demon has a surprisingly good memory.

It has been three hundred years since he was released into the river by that scholar, and in these three hundred years, Mingzhu always thinks of that scholar who is sick and weak and has a pale smile after practicing.

Everything in the world has spirituality. If Mingzhu's practice in the early years was still an unconscious act due to nature, then her practice in the next three hundred years can also be said to be just to repay her kindness. However, people's lifespan is short after all, and by the time Mingzhu has finally turned into a human form and landed ashore, the vicissitudes of life have already changed. Originally, the small village was destroyed in the war a hundred years ago, Mingzhu stood in the desolation and was a little confused, and after being stunned for a long time, she remembered an old turtle demon she had encountered a few years ago when she was practicing.

The old turtle demon has been practicing for more than a thousand years, and the demon of this year has been in line with the Dao of heaven and earth on weekdays, so he doesn't have to practice deliberately every day. The old turtle demon's favorite thing to do every day is probably to find a big rock and lie on it. A huge turtle shell was basking in the sun, and the old turtle demon was humming in comfort.

When Mingzhu found the big stone that the old turtle demon used to lie on, the old turtle demon was napping. The shell of the tortoiseshell fluttered slightly, and the plants growing on the tortoiseshell fluttered in the breeze. Not to mention the side, just by looking at the green plants on this back, you know that this turtle demon has been practicing for many years.

The turtle shell was too thick, Mingzhu knocked for a long time to wake him up, and the big turtle opened its bloody mouth and yawned, looking down at the little fish demon who disturbed his dream.

Mingzhu was a little timid, hesitated for a moment, but cautiously asked him if he knew the small village that had disappeared for a hundred years.

The big turtle yawned again, and at the end of this yawning the whole turtle began to shrink, and finally turned into a humanoid of normal size, and held a slender smoking gun in his hand.

The humanoid turtle demon is a teenager, and his body is a little hideous, but the humanoid form is unexpectedly a little delicate. If Mingzhu was awake, he would definitely be able to recognize that this young man's appearance was Li Jiong, but unfortunately he was in a dream at this time, and Mingzhu only felt that this young man had an indescribable kindness.

The young man was half-lying on the stone, knocked the cigarette pouch in his hand on the edge of the stone, and leisurely spit out a light-colored cigarette: "I said, Xiaoyuer, the world has changed, what do you say you want?" ”

"The seniors don't care." Mingzhu bent down and saluted, and when he straightened up, his eyes were full of determination, "Three hundred years ago, if it wasn't for that person to save me, I would have already fallen into the mouth of others, how could I become what I am now?" ”

The boy leaned back and laughed as if he had heard something very interesting, and even pounded the ground a little uncontrollably, Mingzhu looked at the young man who was out of shape for some unknown reason, and picked up the cigarette gun he dropped and put it in his hand.

The young man finally stopped after a while, and looked at Mingzhu like an ignorant child: "That's it, since you have said so, if you stop it again, you should say that I don't know how to understand and is not interesting." ”

The cigarette pouch in the young man's hand waved a few times, and some of the cigarette ash fell scattered. fell the pearl head and face. Mingzhu sneezed from the smoke, and the boy reached out to Mingzhu's forehead, and a spiritual light followed the young man's fingers through Mingzhu's brow, leaving a carapace-like mark.

"This mark I left for you can help you find that person's reincarnation, and then it's none of my business what you do." The young man knocked on the cigarette pouch, and the slender cigarette holder was bitten between his lips, and a very faint white smoke wafted out between the words.

Mingzhu thanked him and left, and after walking away a few steps, he only heard a slight noise behind him. Mingzhu turned her head to look, and the big turtle like a small mountain bag shook its head, climbed down from the stone, and gradually sank to the bottom of the water. I don't know if it's an illusion, Mingzhu feels that the plants on the back of the big turtle don't seem to be as verdant as before.

Mingzhu followed the guidance of the mark between the eyebrows, all the way through the south of the Yangtze River, the further north he went, the hotter the mark on the center of the eyebrows, Mingzhu touched his forehead, the tortoiseshell mark had gradually begun to fade, Mingzhu understood, this means that she is getting closer and closer to that person.

The burning pain didn't fade until Mingzhu entered Luoyang City, and it gradually faded a little imperceptible.

Mingzhu is like a headless fly in Luoyang City, the mark between the forehead seems to have never existed and there is no movement, Mingzhu has been illuminated in his spare time, and the mark is still very faint.

On this day, the pearl roamed the streets as usual. Luoyang is prosperous in the city, even if the pearl comes all the way from the south of the Yangtze River, it is a little dazzling. The human race is very fond of liveliness, and the place where they live is the hustle and bustle that the demon clan has never seen in the mountains and forests. Mingzhu passed by the small street vendors, the woodcut knickknacks on the stalls were exquisite, and the asking price was not high, and one or two copper plates could buy a beautifully carved wooden hairpin. Mingzhu walked through a long street, carrying a grasshopper and a butterfly made of grass leaves, a willow carved hairpin with a wooden bead on his head, and a sugar gourd in the other.

Mingzhu was a little tired from walking, and sat down casually in the tea shed on the side of the road, and the tea seller was an old man, and the tea bowl was a little old, but it was wiped extremely clean. The old man trembled and boiled a large pot of tea and put it in the stove, and the one who wanted to drink the tea served it himself, and only one copper plate was needed for two large bowls of tea. The traveler, who had rested enough, got up and left, and Mingzhu found an empty seat to sit down, and there were two shiny hawthorns on the sugar gourd in his hand. Mingzhu swallowed the two hawthorns, smacked his lips, poured a large bowl of tea into his mouth, and his throat, which had just been made a little dry by the sour hawthorn, gradually moistened, Mingzhu put down the tea bowl in his hand, and looked around a little bored.

There was a sudden burning pain between the eyebrows, Mingzhu was stunned, touched his forehead a little incredulously, turned his head to look around, and a watery wooden carriage passed by on the road behind him, and a silver medal was hung in front of the carriage, and the word "Yu" was carved on it with gold wire. A gust of wind blew, the curtain of the carriage was blown up, Mingzhu and the person in the carriage happened to meet each other, a sharp pain between the eyebrows, Mingzhu felt as if his head was about to explode, and when he reached out to touch it, the mark had disappeared.

Before Mingzhu fainted from the pain, she saw the person in the carriage smile faintly at her, and that face coincided with the pale face of the scholar in her memory, and even the arc of the smile at the corner of her mouth was exactly the same.

It's good to have found it anyway. Mingzhu thought like this, and it turned into darkness in front of her eyes.

Mingzhu was woken up by raw pain, and her forehead hurt sharply in the dream, but she was nothing unusual when she woke up. After this big dream, Mingzhu forgot all the details in the dream, only one thing seemed to be engraved into the depths of the soul, the magnate with the word "Yu" in Luoyang City was the benefactor who had to repay him with all his might.