A dozen cedars form a circle, the canopies closing in the air, forming a modest room.

"Do you need light?" asked Mu Xingqiu.

"Hmm...... Let's take a look at Gao Fuwei's memory first, don't we want to imitate it, we need to follow the situation in our memory. Yang Qingyin felt an inexplicable panic, it was not the first time she was alone with a male Taoist priest, but every time she was the leader before, firmly controlling the direction of the situation, this time she didn't know what would happen in the "end", she had also seen the relationship between men and women in books, it was all a joke, and even a little disgusted.

Gao Fuwei is right, this kind of thing still has to be taken by a man, Yang Qingyin thought so, and his panic decreased slightly.

Mu Xingqiu is not particularly accurate, he is not a stupid boy like a blank slate, but in the face of Yang Qingyin, the little experience he had before is useless, but he has the treasure bead in his hand to store his memory, so he will not have nothing to do.

The two stood facing each other, because they were too close, so they both held their breath, and then held hands, and after a while, Yang Qingyin felt a little bored, so he said, "It's okay, right?"

Mu Xingqiu raised his other hand and held the orb, "Okay." ”

For the convenience of viewing, Mu Xingqiu cast a spell to call out the memory, which is a cloud of extremely light-colored smoke, which requires the cooperation of Tianmu and spells to see the hidden scene inside, Yang Qingyin used the Dao Tong spell, and Mu Xingqiu continued to use the mind illusion.

The smoke cleared, revealing a small garden, where a young girl in a long dress was sitting on a swing and slowly rocking, looking expectant and at the same time preoccupied.

This was Gao Fuwei's memory, so he appeared at once, lying on the wall, and instead of jumping into the garden immediately, he looked at the girl infatuatedly.

At this time, Gao Fuwei was still very young, he looked seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was thinner. Wearing a robe, the crown of talismans on the head is a weight.

It was about a summer afternoon, cicadas chirping, there was a faint sound of selling in the distance, the garden was smoky, the red was everywhere, the girl was gently swaying on the swing, the boy was looking at the wall, no one moved or opened his mouth for a long time.

Such a scene was too boring in the eyes of Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin. Didn't understand what there was to imitate in this.

The girl finally let out a long sigh, Gao Fuwei's memory was not as accurate as that of a Taoist priest, this sigh was extraordinarily long, as if she had slowed down her movements, releasing the bitterness, grievances, loss, expectations and many other feelings in her heart one by one, Mu Xingqiu couldn't believe that a person's sigh would have such a layer.

This sigh obviously meant a lot to Gao Fuwei, because at this moment he jumped lightly into the garden, quietly walked a few steps behind the girl, and whispered a little nervously, "Why is Miss Song sighing?"

The girl jumps off the swing. Turning around in a panic, his face turned red all of a sudden, "You...... Why are you here?"

The young man's eyes were hot, indicating that he was as flustered as a girl. But he still took a step forward firmly, "I saw Miss seven days ago, and I have been thinking about it, and I remember that Miss said at that time that she wanted to have a butterfly charm." I brought it to you. ”

Gao Fuwei took out a paper note from his cuff, not one, but a stack.

The girl was taken aback. "I'm just saying it casually...... You said you couldn't write this kind of symbol. ”

"Not then, but now. Butterfly charms are not difficult to learn, just put your heart into them. ”

The girl's face turned even redder, and the boy actually learned to write a talisman specifically for her, which was more affectionate than the butterfly talisman he brought.

"I don't make a sacrifice. The girl's voice was as thin as a gossamer.

"It's very simple, only those high-level talismans need the Sacrificial Talisman Divine Seal, and the Butterfly Talisman doesn't need it. Gao Fuwei walked up to the girl, and with a slight flick of his wrist, a string of colorful butterflies appeared in front of him out of thin air, flapping their wings and flying around the two of them.

"Butterfly charms are expensive. The girl was both happy and a little uneasy.

"I'm a talisman master, and there are so many of them. Gao Fuwei said lightly.

Mu Xingqiu saw that he was bragging, even if it was the prince Xin Youtao, he couldn't use the talisman as a waste paper to play, but Yang Qingyin noticed another thing: Gao Fuwei was quietly taking a deep breath, sniffing the breath of the girl in the air.

Then Gao Fuwei began to teach the girl how to sacrifice talismans, the distance between the two gradually disappeared, the girl's first three attempts failed, and she lost three paper talismans in vain, and even a butterfly did not conjure, Gao Fuwei was not angry at all, but accompanied the girl with a smirk.

When he taught the art of the talisman, the girl just dodged it slightly and accepted it.

She finally succeeded, a new string of butterflies flew, and at this time she was already nestled in the arms of the young man, reluctant to leave, "Although the charm butterfly is beautiful, it can't live before the sunset, it's really a pity." ”

"Miss Nengbo smiles, and the butterfly has eternal life. ”

The girl turned around, but did not leave the boy's embrace, "Will you be like this butterfly, quietly coming and fluttering away?"

"I'm not a butterfly, I'm a puppy, stay by Miss's side, and I won't leave until death. ”

Gao Fuwei's talent in pleasing women is no worse than learning talismans, and his rhetoric is one after another, and it is a little stiff at first, but slowly he becomes naturally proficient, and the words in his mouth are as fresh and tortuous as a stream in the mountains.

The girl was fascinated by this, and looked up at the boy, and when he kissed it, she forgot to resist and dodge, until there was a cry from the front yard, and the girl woke up from a dream, broke free from the boy, and walked away, turning around and smiling at the garden door.

This laugh, like the sigh, was artificially lengthened and cleared in Gao Fuwei's memory, and the girl's face shone with a strange light that could only be created by magic.

The beautiful woman had gone, and the boy stopped in the empty garden, looking at the butterflies still fluttering around, and after a while he left laughing and jumping over the high wall......

This is the end of the memory.

Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin looked at each other, and no one spoke for a long time.

"It needs light. Yang Qingyin shook his hand, and several fires floated in the air, and the room surrounded by trees immediately became as bright as day, "Do you still need swings and butterflies?"

"I don't think so. Mu Xingqiu said, feeling a slight suffocation, as if the air was suddenly not enough, or a stone was pressed in his chest, and he intuitively felt that the environment in that memory was not important, and there was no need to imitate.

"Then what should we do next?" Yang Qingyin felt the familiar panic again, as if something big was about to happen, or never happened.

"I want to ......" Mu Xingqiu put away the orb and stretched out his hands. Bypassing Yang Qingyin's shoulders and crossing her back, trying to leave some gaps, this is not the same as Gao Fuwei's posture, but he can only do this.

Yang Qingyin's body suddenly stiffened like a stone, and Mu Xingqiu even suspected that she would send a big fireball into her chest.

But she didn't, her body slowly softened, and then leaned towards him, inch by inch, and finally. Her face rested on his chest, bringing a warmth that gradually melted into his heart.

Mu Xingqiu's arm was also slowly exerting force, hugging her tighter.

"Are we doing the right thing?" asked Yang Qingyin.

"You...... You should hold me too. Mu Xingqiu found that his voice had become a little hoarse inexplicably, but the young Gao Fuwei did not have this situation.

Yang Qingyin hesitated for a while before raising her arms, her palm stopped on Mu Xingqiu's back, not closed, but up and down, and after a while, she began to rub gently.

This is an action that is not in Gao Volwei's memory. Yang Qingyin's hands were slightly cooler than his cheeks, but when they moved, Mu Xingqiu felt very comfortable.

The two hugged each other for a while, and Mu Xingqiu felt that he could kiss her. Just like Gao Fuwei did to the girl, this is the last step, as for whether to look at each other and smile later, he is still thinking about it.

But Yang Qingyin was pillowed on his chest. He couldn't bow his head, he could only smell the faint fragrance of his hair, and the Taoist priests would not stir up dust after cultivating to a certain extent. The body can be self-cleaned, so there is no need to dress up or apply rouge, and every qiē smell is naturally generated.

Mu Xingqiu liked this smell and felt that he could keep sniffing it, so he didn't deliberately kiss her.

The fragrance entered his nose and lingered in his mind, and he suddenly remembered the butterfly that the young Gao Fuwei had transformed with a talisman, yes, the fragrance was like a butterfly, the color was complex but very bright, the wings were moving, but there was no sound......

"I still have the gift you gave me?" Yang Qingyin spoke, his voice was a little strange, very gentle, and a little trembling, as if he was revealing a heavy secret.

"Gifts?" Mu Xingqiu couldn't remember what gift he had given Yang Qingyin.

"Huangjing colorful satin, Jiangnan Qianxue porcelain, and Fuhaicheng coagulation, the first two were destroyed in Pangshan, and there is only one box of clotted grease left, which I have always collected. ”

Mu Xingqiu remembered that these things were all "gifts" that Yang Qingyin asked for when the two met for the first time in the Pangshan Zhiyi Office, and he got them from the princess through Xin Youtao.

"That's not ...... either"

"Shhhh

"Which one?"

"Don't do any pragmatic illusions, just ...... A better looking illusion. ”

Mu Xingqiu understood that illusions were actually easier to create, and they couldn't hide from Tianmu, but at this moment, it was not a fighting method, he asked, "What kind of illusion do you want?"

"Everything. ”

Mu Xingqiu's imagination was not enough, after trying for a while, he simply gave up his imagination, as Gao Fuwei said, he could do whatever he wanted a little, not to think about what he wanted, but to let the illusion find the material of the illusion in his mind.

The cedars around them changed, first pulling out the branches to grow young leaves, and soon they were full of green, but they no longer looked like pine trees, but they looked a bit like nebula trees looking at the mountains, and then the illusion continued to change, and more and more gorgeous flowers and trees emerged on the ground, and the flowers and leaves left the branches and turned into beautiful flying insects.

Yang Qingyin didn't look up at the beautiful scenery at all, as if her eyes were closed, but her body became softer and almost melted into his body.

The illusion searched for materials in Mu Xingqiu's memory, and the scene changed faster and faster, and suddenly, before Mu Xingqiu realized it, the whole scene changed dramatically, and the flowers and trees all disappeared, replaced by the city walls that rose rapidly and extended in all directions.

The wind was blowing, and the two men who hugged each other stood on top of a dilapidated city tower, the bricks under their feet crumbling.

Yang Qingyin's eyes opened, and he looked at this untimely illusion in surprise, and suddenly understood something.

Mu Xingqiu already understood.

An arrow from the distant past pierced his fluffy beating heart.

This is Broken Flow City, this is the unguarded city tower, and it was in this place that Mu Xingqiu hugged Fangfang tightly for the first time.

The illusion collapsed, the wind was far away, Mu Xingqiu pushed Yang Qingyin away, and his face was distorted because of the sudden sadness.

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