Between heaven and earth, there is a hazy piece of smoke and rain.

He walked on a thorny field, the road was very narrow, it was very cold, he could not remember who he was, he could not remember how long it had rained, he did not know how many years he had been here, he did not know where he was going, he had never enjoyed sleep, he could only wander in a daze. The young man could not help but flank his shirt in vain—it was a very thin burlap robe, undyed, white with aged yellow.

Suddenly, one day, he saw a long line of people carrying torches and wearing snow-white robes. They were rickety, with unusually long arms, and their faces were blurred, as if a shiny loaf of bread had spread out from under a scarf around their necks. In the middle of the procession were eight porters wrapped in black veils, carrying a shoulder made of bamboo, on which sat a well-dressed maiden. This person can see her facial features clearly, her expression is very calm, her back is straight, she is wearing a Suluo soap-edged robe embroidered with stars, a large Suluo belt with soap-colored thin edges is tied around her waist, she is wearing a white gauze square scarf with a high brim, and she holds a bronze cast zhang in both hands.

The young man had wandered in the moor for too long, so long that he could not distinguish between the sex, age, and beauty of people, but he instinctively felt that this man was terrible, and he had to drift away as soon as possible, and then come back when they had gone. But when the white scarf on his shoulder saw him, he raised his finger and pointed at him. Dozens of torch men broke away from the ranks and silently ran towards him. He was terrified and tried to float further.

But the torchbearers were much faster than he was, and he managed to float as far as the thorns, and they still caught him.

He doesn't know what life is and what death is, but he knows what pain is. The torch man had blue and black fingernails, longer and sharper than the thorns of the thorns, and the thick joints were bursting with bruised tendons. He was afraid that he would be beaten by them if he struggled, so he was obediently carried to his shoulder, and curled up in front of the knees of the white scarf.

Bai Fangscarf's hand was very petite, looking harmless like a child, she raised her hand to caress his face, her eyebrows gradually softened, and sighed: "It's been almost nine years." ”

He couldn't understand what she meant, he could only close his eyes and let the other party gently lift his chin and look at his face - those childlike hands that were harmless to humans and animals, as long as he used a little force, he could pinch him very painfully, so painful that something bright red squirted out, and he didn't want to hurt so much anymore.

But the hands didn't exert themselves.

"I often wonder whether the way of heaven blesses people in the world, or whether the way of heaven tempts people to be trapped in the world." The white square scarf gently took his hand, stretched his palm, and used the tip of the bronze zhang to write a black and red rune on it, "But even if the world is difficult, it is still much stronger than outside this great wilderness." ”

The space suddenly distorted with the rotation of the rune, and even the face of the white scarf blurred, turning into a bright white line in the spiral......

When she woke up, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve collapsed in the quilt and gasped for half a day before she had the strength to get up and change clothes. The dream was too tiring, but he couldn't remember what he had dreamed of, he only felt a terrible pain in his forehead, and his joints creaked and screamed, trying to keep him at home and sleep again.

However, the class still has to be attended, not to mention that tomorrow is the back-to-school day, and it is even more difficult to relax.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Shangyuan Festival. But the heavens were not beautiful, and the water vapor piled up black clouds on the dome, and pressed down in a dark and heavy manner, as if it had not yet dawned. The school workers pulled threads between the street lamp poles in the school, and all kinds of lanterns were hung in a staggered manner on the campus, made of bamboo-tied paper, beads, and glass-inlayed. The lantern is also lit with a warm light, neither fire nor electric tungsten filament, which can not only illuminate, but also very suitable for the occasion.

Although there will be several kinds of rice balls in the canteen at noon, the filling is rich and delicious, but when Bai Qi bought breakfast, he still specially brought a bowl of red bean wine stuffed dumplings to Mr. Mei.

Red adzuki beans boiled sand in the sweet soup brewed with enough wine, the small dumplings QQ rubbed out of glutinous rice were soft, a spoonful of red sugar osmanthus flowers floated in the soup, the soup was still hot, and as soon as the lid of the lunch box was opened on Chinese New Year's Eve, the warm and lingering aroma of sweets steamed in the air.

Bean curd is sweet or salty, peaches are soft or hard, watermelons are crispy or sandy, and bean pastes are red or green...... Such small details, Bai Qi had already investigated and summarized, and they were all properly remembered. The life of the demon is too long, long enough that he can have a lot of time to focus on research, how to properly hold a person on the tip of his heart.

So when the person he held on the tip of his heart drank up a small box of red bean wine stuffed dumplings, and only ate two siu mai, Bai Qi was a little square.

This is not the usual amount of food that Teacher Mei usually eats.

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve noticed Mr. Bai's concerned and worried gaze, and explained: "I just didn't sleep well last night, so I don't have much appetite and don't get in the way." ”

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Bai Qi was a little annoyed, Mei didn't sleep well on Chinese New Year's Eve, mostly because she was attacked by the lame female ghost in the urban village yesterday.

In order not to worry Mr. Bai, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve cheered up, picked up a roasted wheat and dipped it into his vinegar dish, and casually agreed: "Well, I had a very strange dream." ”

Hearing Mei Chinese New Year's Eve say that he had a dream, Mr. Bai's heart couldn't help but chuckle.

Is it about a dream from the past?

Yesterday at the Pillow Leisure Bookstore, the old demon said that once Mei Chinese New Year's Eve remembered the things he had done when he was the Lord of Kanli Guanguan, the part of his soul that did not belong to him would be stripped out. At that time, Bai Huishou speculated that the other party attacked Teacher Mei repeatedly, not for Teacher Mei's life, but to stimulate Teacher Mei to recover his memory, so as to obtain the magic weapon that complemented Teacher Mei's soul.

So he had to ask Yu Xianzhen what the magic weapon that Wei Xichui used to repair the remnant soul was.

Yu Xianzhen replied with a complicated face, Taizhong.

When the head of the meeting heard these two words, he was stunned for a second, and then he couldn't wait to temporarily forget that the person was rescued by Wei Xichuan, and dug up the unreliable old soul from the grave and beat him violently: What is not good to use, you have to use this kind of thing!

Legend 10,000 years ago, outside the East China Sea, there are mountains without ruins, connected to the realm of gods, ordinary people climb the mountain to prolong the life of ten years, demon cultivation mountaineering is to change the bones of adults, ghost cultivation mountaineering is to condense the soul into a body, people to cultivate the mountain to climb the corpse to ascend the immortal. There is no name in the mountain, and if you want to overcome the suffering of the world, you will use fine copper and white jade to create a side of the treasure mirror, and the word "every ruin" will divide the treasure mirror into three parts: "less yin", "less yang" and "taizhong", which are spread in the world.

The treasure mirror is closed, and there are no ruins.

Once, Mei Chinese New Year's Eve was not Mei Chinese New Year's Eve, it was the time when He Yuanchen, the master of Kanli Guanguan, was because of the legend on the rivers and lakes that one of the fragments of the treasure mirror of Fengru was collected in Kanli Guan, and he died tragically under the sword of evil cultivators.

As a young snake snake who is only about 1,200 years old, although Bai Qi is familiar with all kinds of allusions, he has always thought that this thing is made up to fool people, and he feels aggrieved for He Guan in his heart. At the beginning, it was just a rumor, and it cost him the life of his benefactor; Now it's a real puppet, and this little sweetheart of his own family has to be caught and eaten by those guys???

But he can't really beat Wei Xichui, firstly, Wei Xichui's dead soul is gone, and secondly, people can come up with such a precious thing in order to save people, and they really shouldn't be beaten.

So everything is the fault of those cultists!

The top priority is to integrate from the existing information to find out which wave of people are doing the trouble: "Mr. Mei, I want to ask you a question, is it okay?" ”

"Okay." Mei Chinese New Year's Eve saw that he was serious, put down his chopsticks, and also straightened his sitting posture, indicating that he was listening.

Bai Qi organized the language: "I asked a friend to make a preliminary inquiry yesterday, and he said that what you saw may be a memory, but it is difficult to judge when this memory happened and who it is about. So, I want to ask, have you had a similar experience before, including before we met? ”

"Before? I want to think about it...... Oh, yes. Mei Chinese New Year's Eve suddenly remembered the restaurant she had seen on Jinqiao South Street, "I have seen it once before." It was the first time we met, the time you saved me. I saw a strange scene in an empty room where I had opened the door, and I didn't faint, but my head hurt. ”

Really!

"That'...... What did you see? ”

Teacher Mei recalled: "In a restaurant, business was very good, the wine and food smelled very good, there was a young girl playing the pipa and singing a tune—there was a very tall and thin young man in a blue gown, and he was smiling at me and beckoning me to enter; At that time, I somehow felt that this was a very good friend of mine, and I raised my feet to step in, and then suddenly I heard a voice and woke up. ”

"What sound?" The blue robe, very tall and thin, and with a refreshing appearance, this person, when Bai was just a small snake and snake, he had actually seen it.

That person, whom the benefactor of the Lord called him "Brother Ying Huan", was probably a soul master. Although this Ying Huan brother still takes good care of the benefactor of the Guanzhu, this person instigated He Yuanchen to pick him up after being struck by lightning and take him back to make medicinal wine, which caused Bai Qi to have a very bad impression of this person. Later, Bai Qi heard that after Kan left the Guanguan Extinction Gate, this person also disappeared.

But he was too late to get out of the customs and missed too many things; The only little apprentice who survived that year was already gray-haired. He could only visit the old man in his old age, and from a few vague reminiscences, he remembered the person he missed for a long time.

Mei Chinese New Year's Eve picked up a chopstick and tapped it on the edge of the ceramic teacup: "It's similar to this, but it's crisper and better, like the sound of knocking jade." ”

The sound of knocking jade!

Just thinking of a certain "young man" who is suspected of being a rival in love, Bai Qi Dan painfully thought of it, yesterday the old demon told him that the so-called Taizhong is a mirror button carved from white jade.

He just wants to have a good relationship with Teacher Mei, why is it so difficult?