May 3 at 4:32 p.m.

Toot toot...

The mobile phone rang, and one hand took the mobile phone out of his pocket and connected the phone without hurry.

"Fumo, that little girl you picked up in Lishan ten years ago... Isn't it called off the mountain? Fang Wenzhi's inquiring voice came from the other end of the phone, and he hesitated a little when he said the second half of the sentence, but Fu Mo didn't notice it because he was in a hurry to go home.

"It's called that, why do you suddenly remember this? I'll take her to meet you when I'm free, and we'll talk later. I've just arrived home now, and I'm still carrying something in my hand, so I'll hang up if it's okay. Fu Mo replied.

"You go get busy first, you don't have to meet. I still have some things to do, so I'll hang up first. With that, he hung up.

As the phone hung up, Fang Wenzhi showed a faint smile. I took out a photo from the drawer of my desk, and the photo showed a five-year-old girl, who was exactly the same as she was five years old.

The long black hair is slightly curly, the gentle gaze is as quiet and soft as the moonlight, and the contours of the face are clear but not sharp. The thin lips were not pointed, and the corners of his mouth were hooked to reveal a shallow smile.

She was dressed in white, like a moonlight left in the world, stained with the fireworks of the world.

A talisman with red letters on a yellow background floated out of his pocket and hung in the air, the red lines on the paper slightly emitting a red light.

She slowly raised her head, looked at the talisman hanging in the air in front of her, and said in a gentle and gentle voice, "Immortal Lord." ”

"The Blood Master has been found, what should I do next?"

The red light on Fu Lu flashed and flickered, and the room was very quiet, and the atmosphere suddenly became serious. All of a sudden, even the smallest sound was amplified countless times. Faintly a faint sound could be heard, like a certain frequency, which stopped as the red light stopped flashing, and Fang Wenzhi also spoke again.

"Yes, I'll be here in a few days. Won't let them find out. ”

After saying that, the talisman floating in the air was still there, looking at Fang Wenzhi in front of it as if someone was looking at it.

"Huh." The solemn atmosphere was broken by a sneer from her. It's not as serious as before, and there is a bit of relaxation in the tone, it's like a live chat between family and friends, and the seriousness just now is just an illusion.

"You, you're still the same as before, you love face but are stubborn to death." Fang Wenzhi said.

"When I'm gone, no one will want to talk to you. When the time comes, you will not feel lonely in that large hall with few people? ”

The red light on the talisman flashed a few times, and Fang Wenzhi laughed again.

"I'm not you, how can I not die."

"The only regret is that I didn't meet you earlier and make you what you are now."

There was no complaint, resentment in her tone. The voice is gentle but not cowardly, with a bit of frankness and easy-going, as if there is never a temper, but the words reveal some helplessness.

"It's a pity that I lived because of you, and I will die because of you."

The talisman didn't flash again, and just floated quietly in the air. I don't know if it's because I'm silent after listening to the words, or because I'm speechless.

"Why do you want to cling to this, the things of the ancestors have long passed, even if you find it, what can you do." Fang Wenzhi's voice was slightly helpless, and he didn't know who he was talking to when he looked at Fu Zheng.

"You have to get to the point where things are irreparable before you give up."

"There's a way back."

The red light on the talisman had slowly begun to fade, and before the light completely disappeared, Fang Wenzhi said to the talisman: "Take care of yourself." ”

After saying that, he picked up the talisman that was no longer glowing and fell to the ground and put it back. After waiting for a while and seeing that it didn't light up again, he sighed imperceptibly.

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When he returned home, Fu Mo saw that the door was not closed, and thought that he had forgotten it because of his pity.

Really. When I was a child, my memory was so bad, and it was still like this.

"Off the mountain."

She shouted in the direction of Min's room and went to the living room, placing the bags she was carrying in both hands on the table. looked at the clock hanging in the living room, calculated the time or 4:00 pm, Ming Lian should still be sleeping, it is estimated that he slept soundly.

Fortunately, she came back early today, otherwise someone would not have known if someone had entered the house to steal something.

Because I caught up with a national holiday, I started a six-day holiday from yesterday, and today is the next day.

Every time there is a holiday, Min Lian will turn day and night upside down. I sleep during the day, stay up late at night, and wake up at eight or nine o'clock.

There is a festival in the country of Guantian - the Day of the Sacrifice to the Phoenix.

It is said to be used to commemorate a monarch known as the Emperor, and is often regarded as a day to honor the ancestors.

This festival originated from the observation of the heavens 10,000 years ago.

The record of that dynasty is very vague, and although the so-called ruins have been discovered, there is almost no documentary evidence that this dynasty ever existed, as if it had been erased, and it was only passed down by word of mouth.

There are even fewer records of the monarch who was called the emperor. Only folk legend has it that it was Guantian 10,000 years ago, and there was a monarch known as the emperor who named his country Guantian.

In fact, whether it is the birthdate, family background, or name, there has never been any record, and even the name of the emperor is just a title passed down from folk to people, and the name is not counted.

Even historians have said that this dynasty did not exist, let alone this person.

And the origin of this festival is also based on many versions of legends.

Although it will be the time of the festival after tomorrow, because the flower language market will be emptied that day, no one is allowed to enter except for the people involved. There would be people coming to check in the early hours of that day, and the entire city would be locked down for the whole day.

Therefore, the first three days are to prepare to leave Huayu City, and leave two days to restore order in the city. At that time, no one had ever seen what the scene of Huayu City was, because since the completion of Huayu City, there was a rule that it must be evacuated outside the city on the day of the Phoenix Festival.

Although Fu Mo is also considered an insider, he has not received any news about this.

But there is a poem that describes the scene of the day:

When the emperor returns at sunset, half of the clouds are burned.

The phoenix flies from the sky, and the golden glow falls into the city.

The author has something to say:

Wenzhi is really super gentle, a person like moonlight. It's that he often beats Wenzhi's name as a mosquito.

(￣y▽￣)~*

Wenzhi's real name is not called this, it is a fake name. The original name was Tsukiori. Also known as the month address Taoist (what is the Taoist is explained later), it is similar to the Taoist number and the like.

As for why this was changed, there is a reason. And the reason why I'm telling you about spoilers in advance is purely because people are about to get a boxed lunch.

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Happy?

The so-called: the more the author loves, the more miserable he dies. If you are not the protagonist, you will all be soul flying.

Oops, just kidding. It's the protagonist who may not be able to fly, of course it's gone.

In the author's pen, all beings are equal.

Don't worry, if you like it so much and it's so miserable, of course you have to give it a privilege. When another book 1/3 of the protagonists.

Don't ask me why I'm the 1/3 main character, just wait for the book to open and explain.

A hint: there is also a month in the name.

And that poem to remember, it's a small clue.