A certain dynasty, a prosperous year, the bright moon is in the sky.

The restaurant stands at the highest point of the riverbank, looking out of the open window, the embankment is brightly lit, the river surface is like a mirror, and the flickering silver light makes people have a kind of illusion:

Is it a practice of dressing?

The autumn breeze blows, the nose is slightly wrinkled, and the smell of slightly moist salty water is very refreshing. In the distance, someone clasped his hands to his lips and shouted violently:

"Hey——! The wind is blowing——! Tide watching——! ”

Then the extreme eye overlooked, the river is still calm, but faintly, faintly in the deep bottom of the unknown place, there is a dull brewing, noisy, and then the formation of a muffled thunder momentum, first at the end of the mirror, up a white line, the white line undulating waves, slowly coming, and then the speed is getting faster and faster, and into a surrounding posture, crossing, colliding, crossing the dunes, advancing rapidly, to the near, actually into the high waves.

People still do not know it, chasing forward, the waves instigating the end, and suddenly with lightning speed, they strike wildly on the embankment, over and over again, stubbornly and hideously; After the sea splashes, Bai Lian breaks the beads, and the head and face are left with their own unique marks on people, and then they retreat, and the people in the world are still laughing and having a long aftertaste.

Qingju stood in front of the window and sighed with a smile:

"Even if it's an aftertaste, it means someone will always remember it, doesn't it?"

The tide and wind hit, and it seemed that some coolness made his shadowless body shrink; And next to him, Mandala Hua and Manzhu Sahua, standing side by side, their hands are connected, snuggled together, watching the tide silently.

Suddenly, Jiang Yu beckoned behind him:

"The dish is coming!"

The two of them then turned and sat down.

This is a rather large single room, and the number of people sitting at the table has already increased from five to seven, and Mandala Hua, Xue Jun, and Jiang Yu happened to meet Yu San'er and his aunt in the earlier market: Bai Shao, the fairy of the Heavenly Hundred Herb Garden.

It is not easy to see each other, one is happy, one is sour.

Xue Jun hadn't seen Bai Shao for a long time, and when he met him by chance, he couldn't help but be happy, but he didn't show much on the surface, and only asked Bai Shao softly there: How are you doing lately?

And Yu San'er was surprised to see Mandala Hua holding Manzhu Shahua's hand, although the sourness was infinite, he could only put it in his heart, and he smiled with Mandala Hua to talk about some elegant scenery, wine and delicacies, not to show it.

Only Xue Qin, unable to stop his hostility, kept his face blushing, ignoring all this in front of him, Jiang Yu knew it, so he had to comfort him softly:

"The tea is cold, do you want to pour it out and refill it?"

Xue Qin thought about it for a while, and nodded:

"Yes, people go to tea and cool, so it is."

So he secretly thought about it in his heart, and for a while, the wine table was laughing and talking, and there was some harmony.

After three rounds of drinking, it was still Yu San'er, seeing that Manzhu Sahua had not spoken, even if he wished, he only whispered in Mandala Hua's ear, so he couldn't help but say:

"Sister Manzhu seems to have grown up a lot overnight, and she is no longer the crazy child in the heavenly realm. Do you remember the naughty behavior of stealing candied fruit in the Herb Garden a few days ago? Huh"

Qingju Yilin, who was looking at it from afar, looked at Manzhu Sahua. Manzhu Shahua's eyes were slightly confused, in her memory, the broken thread seemed to be floating again, she was anxious to ponder, just about to deal with it, but unexpectedly, Mandala Hua had already returned to the past on her behalf:

"Well, the so-called growth is to give up some memories and keep some memorable, childish deeds, don't mention it, otherwise, Yu Sangongzi will talk about his stubborn behavior when he was a child, okay?"

When he said this, he looked at Yu San'er with a smile, Yu San'er's heart fluttered, and he said secretly: Do you want to protect it like this!

Qingju was depressed, and he no longer had the intention to listen quietly, and along the open window, he disappeared without a trace.

Overheard Bai Shao say:

"I heard that the demon spirit escaped from the underworld and was surrounded by the Sanqing Taoist sect, although it was not destroyed, it seriously injured him and could not recover in a short time."

Everyone was stunned, and Xue Jun was surprised:

"Why haven't you heard my father say this?"

White Peony speculated:

"This is also when I first went out, I listened to the disciples of Laojun Taoist Temple. There are also those that have not yet spread. ”

Mandala Hua asked:

"Do you know the whereabouts of my father's soul?"

Bai Shao shook his head, Mandala Hua drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp, and boxed the case:

"Swear to plant this demon!"

But he glanced at Yu San'er, his eyes were cold, and Yu San'er raised his glass to persuade everyone:

"Come, drink, drink!"

There was no concern in his expression, and he staggered until he was happy.

......

......

At night, Mandala Hua waited until Manzhu Sahua fell asleep, and then came to the third hall, and Yu San'er was already waiting outside the hall, and when he saw him, he smiled and complained:

"You're here later than I thought!"

Saying that, he stepped forward, and Mandala Hua got straight to the point:

"Say it, cause and effect, not a word!"

Yu San'er pulled him away,

"Where?"

Yu San'er didn't answer, grabbed his hand along his sleeve, shook the mandala Hua, and said:

"Can you be a man without being a woman!"

Yu San'er said with vinegar:

"Why, if you're used to holding a slender jade hand, you naturally don't want to hold my rough hand anymore, right!"

But he no longer insisted on it, and immediately floated out of the underworld with the mandala Hua and came to a place in the world.

This is an extremely ordinary house in the market, a dilapidated courtyard, with debris piled up and the smell overflowing. There was no light in the house, Yu San'er walked forward, pushed it gently, the door was unlocked, and opened silently, Yu San'er stretched out his hand:

"Please."

Mandala Hua looked at the door, but did not go in, Yu San'er smiled, walked in, groped for the flint, lit the oil lamp, although Mandala Hua was suspicious, but also walked into the door.

Seeing everything inside, Mandala Hua was slightly surprised: the outside of the house was filthy, but the inside of the house was clean and tidy.

is so mysterious, what does Yu San'er want to do?

He was secretly on guard, only to see Yu San'er busy inside and out, a pot of new tea had been brewed, he handed the cup in front of the mandala Hua, and he held the cup, blew it with his mouth, tasted it, and praised:

"Well, that's good!"

Seeing that Mandala Hua had a tendency to ask questions, he took the lead and said:

"Don't worry, someone will explain it to you."

A light is like a bean, the flame is slightly flickering, in the dimness, there is a trace of strangeness in Mandala Hua's heart, he is sitting on the edge of the bed, Yu San'er is facing him, sitting on a chair on the ground, the chair does not have various pulleys, but Yu San'er can swing back and forth, Mandala Hua didn't want to stare at his shaking body, but somehow, after inadvertently looking at Yu San'er's smiling eyes, he couldn't take his eyes off anymore, he was in his heart:

What is the origin of this Yu San'er, and why is there such a strange magic secret technique?

Before the last trace of consciousness was extinguished, he seemed to see Yu San'er finally stop wandering, stand up, and walk towards him:

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the beauty is indescribable!