Deep in the city of Xuanji.

The flowers and plants are delicious, and the fallen flowers are colorful. Magnolia flowers, as white as night snow, quietly bloom on the branches, and the fragrance of the flowers is permeated, melting into the mountains behind them.

A waterfall hangs from the towering cliff, and the torrent crashes against the black rocks at the bottom of the cliff, splashing with mist, and the sound of the rushing water is mixed with a subtle but impossible to ignore whistling sound.

A figure loomed on the black stone, immersed in the waterfall, and the rich spiritual power squeezed through the water around him, and was continuously absorbed by him.

After a long time, the figure moved, stood up from the black stone, and leaped lightly.

The appearance is peerless, and the body is long. The drops of water did not soak him in the slightest. The corners of his eyes are slightly raised, and he has written all the wanton in his heart.

Holding a folding fan out of thin air, he shook it lightly and stepped onto the path hidden by the magnolia petals.

The distinguished guest appeared, and the jar was afraid that it would not be able to be saved.

Luo Jiutian led the two of them to a secluded place, and they were greeted by magnolia flowers, and the fragrance on the tip of the nose made people fascinated. There is no enchantment, not even a courtyard wall, this is the realm of the young city lord, except for the people handpicked by the young city lord, no other disciples dare to set foot on it.

It's been more than ten years, and this guy is still so coquettish, Jing Qingli complained silently.

When I got closer, I saw a man in a white robe lying among the branches in a flower, his black hair hanging down, smiling at several people.

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Luo Jiutian, Ye Yuanyuan, Xiao Junyu, and Jing Qingli sat around.

There were several very delicate small wine bowls on the stone table, a jar of wine was opened, and Jing Qingli was holding it and pouring it into the wine bowl.

The sake is mellow and has a light green color.

Pour it full, hold it up, raise your head, and drink it all.

Jing Qingli breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her hand and was about to pour it again, but was intercepted halfway.

Xiao Junyu slapped Jing Qingli's hand on the stone table with a folding fan, and Sen Sen smiled: "If you waste my wine like this, I'll throw you out!" ”

Jing Qingli pursed her lips and muttered "stingy", her eyes still glancing at the wine jar.

She smacked her lips, but she didn't play tricks with Xiao Junyu to grab wine and drink.

A jade hand suddenly stretched out, grabbed the mouth of the altar and poured half a bowl for Ye Yuanyuan first, and then filled a bowl for himself before putting the wine jar back in place.

Xiao Junyu and Jing Qingli reached out to grab the wine jar together, Xiao Junyu was closer to the wine jar, took the lead in grabbing the mouth of the altar, glanced at it and found that there was less than half left, and poured a full bowl for himself angrily.

Jing Qingli, who broke free from the folding fan, used both hands and snatched the wine jar in Xiao Junyu's hand across the stone table, leaving less than half a bowl left, so she had to taste it slowly.

Luo Jiutian led Ye Yuanyuan to watch the play on the side, and told the only child present: "Taste it slowly, this wine has a shallow taste and great stamina." ”

The wind that was staying in Luo Jiutian's arms "whined", Luo Jiutian took out a spirit beast jerky and stuffed it into its mouth, and the wind immediately stopped calling and chewed the jerky happily.

Ye Yuanyuan nodded, took a small sip, and savored the aroma of wine in his mouth, he rarely touched wine, and he didn't know how much he drank.

"My ten years of pure heart wine have been ruined by you like this!" Xiao Junyu shook the fan, took a small sip, and glanced at the woman Jing Qingli.

Jing Qingli also regretted that she was in a hurry, and when she heard the disgust in Xiao Junyu's tone, she tried to change the topic, so she heard Xiao Junyu ask: "You have been missing for so long, I thought you were dead outside, let's say, what do you want to do this time?" ”

Jing Qingli looked at Ye Yuanyuan, then at Luo Jiutian, and slowly recounted the cause and effect.

"It turned out to be the descendants of Senior Brother Ye and Senior Sister Jiang." Xiao Junyu looked at Ye Yuanyuan carefully and sighed, as soon as they met, he felt familiar, but he didn't think about the old man.

"Yuanyuan, call uncle, let your Uncle Xiao give you some greeting gifts." Jing Qingli said.

Ye Yuanyuan: ......

Luo Jiutian: ...... Why didn't you talk about the greeting gift just now? It's good now, it's going to fall behind Xiao Junyu. The first time we met, it was a fight, what if Yuanyuan didn't like her!

Jing Qingli smiled and ignored Luo Jiutian's resentful gaze, she also just remembered whether the meeting gift was good, and the three thousand feet were willing to give her absolutely not to stop her.

Mingzhu, who nestled in her arms, listened to the conversation of several people, rolled out of her collar and lay on her shoulder, and said glutinously: "Mother, do you also want to give the baby a gift?" ”

Xiao Junyu and Luo Jiutian saw Mingzhu Baby for the first time, and they couldn't help but look at him curiously. Mingzhu had already judged their identities from their conversation, so she took the initiative to greet her: "Hello uncle~ Hello aunt~ My name is Mingzhu, and I am my mother's son!" ”

When they heard this, they both raised their eyebrows, and asked Jing Qingli with their eyes: When did you have another child?

Jing Qingli raised her hand to touch Mingzhu, looked at the playful eyes of the two, and replied, "It's there when you wake up, what's the matter?" You two envy? ”

The two originally thought that this bead that could speak was a tool spirit refined by her, but seeing that Jing Qingli did not deny it although she was joking, they were a little unsure of Jing Qingli's meaning.

"I like beads so much, I must have been a bead in my last life, is there anything wrong with Mingzhu being my son?" Jing Qingli spread her hands and shrugged her shoulders, seeing the two of them looking unbelieving but helpless, she laughed out loud and continued: "Since you have met my son, by the way, let's also prepare for the meeting gift."

"Mother, mother, you haven't answered me yet~" Mingzhu rolled on her shoulder and said coquettishly.

Jing Qingli's voice was doting, and she responded: "When you return to the ice cave, how about handing over all the remaining beads there to you to dispose of?" ”

"The beads must be handed over to the baby, but ......" Mingzhu was a little embarrassed, "Mother, when will you get your father back......"

"Huh? Daddy? Jing Qingli was stunned for a moment, and her heart beat faster.

"Baby," Jing Qingli cautiously, "Who is Daddy......

"The baby didn't know, the baby just saw that Daddy was injured...... There was a lot of blood, my mother was lying in the stream, and my father was surrounded by ice......" Mingzhu's voice suddenly became mournful, uncontrollably speaking of the sudden, intermittent memories.

Jing Qingli's heart throbbed, she trembled unconsciously, she couldn't remember everything she said about Mingzhu in her mind, and two lines of tears appeared in the corners of her eyes.

Jing Qingli——

She wept incessantly, but she didn't know anything, and endless sadness and despair surrounded her.

Why on earth did she lose her memory?

Why can't I think of anything?

"Jing Qingli!"

"Auntie!"

"Hey! What happened to you! ”

"Mother! Mother! ”

Jing Qingli's thoughts slowly returned, and she looked at the figures in front of her in a trance, and saw the worry on their faces clearly. She reached out and touched her cheek, a tear hanging from her fingertips.

"I'm fine."

Her tone was light, and if it weren't for the undried tears on her face, she would have looked like she was nothing by now.

Xiao Junyu and Luo Jiutian looked at her worriedly, seeing that she didn't want to say more, and it was difficult to ask.

Mingzhu was already choking with fright, buried in the hem of her clothes.

"Mother, what's wrong with you, woo...... It's all the baby's fault......"

"It's okay, promise me, I'll remember later...... Daddy, tell me all about other things, okay? Jing Qingli reached out to hold Mingzhu and stroked it gently.

Mingzhu rolled in her palm and whimpered in agreement.

Jing Qingli wiped away the tears and said again: "I'm fine." ”

Xiao Junyu wanted to speak again and again, and finally asked tentatively, "What do you remember?" ”

For a long time, Prospect Qingli told Xiao Junyu that he had lost some of his memories, and he had indeed seen Jing Qingli and Fang Cai in a similar state once, but that time was far less worrying than this time.

Jing Qingli lowered her eyes and replied, "No ......"

"Does it make sense to keep clinging to those lost memories?" Xiao Junyu saw her like this, and said in a deep voice.

"You don't understand," Jing Qingli reached out to catch a piece of falling magnolia petals, looked at the lines of the petals, and continued: "I don't know why my memory is lost, but I have always felt that there is a very important person in my lost memory, and I can't forget him." ”

"No matter what it gets, I shouldn't, I can't forget......" she said, laughing, "I'm now, 'alive', I want to find him." ”

"What if everything you forgot wasn't there? Even if you find ...... He also forgot everything? Luo Jiutian couldn't help but speak.

Jing Qingli suddenly fell silent.

Luo Jiutian was a little annoyed and whispered, "I'm sorry. ”

Jing Qingli opened her mouth, and the light breeze blew off the magnolia petals in her palm, and the fragrance of wine lingered.

She heard herself say, "I want to prove that I have not been abandoned for hundreds of years." ”

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In the distant sanctuary, the glorious temple was covered in ice and snow, and the handsome man closed his eyes, waiting for the one who would wake him.