My name is Mochen, born in the boundless realm, the top of the green peak, is a flower fairy, eh, of course, there are also people who call me flower demons. But it doesn't matter, anyway, my primordial god is a flower, a Jiling flower.

In the past, I was the young palace master of the Jiling clan, but now I am the master of Yuankong Mountain Villa, as for why I changed from the lord of the first realm to a village owner, this is a sad story, and I will leave it for later.

Moreover, that's all I remember now, and I can't remember anything for too long.

Yuankong Villa is composed of two parts, the front is a teahouse, for guests to rest and drink tea, for the purpose of cultivating body and mind, and behind is a private garden, outsiders are not allowed to enter casually.

The boundless realm is located at the intersection of the three realms, there are three mountain peaks in the territory, a valley, and a cold pool in the valley, which is quite similar to the golden triangle of the three in later generations.

Note: The Three Realms here refer to the three major races of humans, immortals, and demons, rather than the realm of desire, color, and colorlessness inhabited by sentient beings in Buddhism.

The human world is all mortal mortals in the flesh, but there is also a saying that mortals are extraordinary. The fairy world is composed of two major sects, Buddha and Tao, and claims to be the lord of the three worlds, and is the guardian of the human world.

The demon world is mainly divided into two categories: demons and demons, because public relations matters are not good enough, and it is the one with the worst reputation among the three realms. Rumors such as the demon clan wants to eat people, and the demon clan wants to cultivate immortals by sucking people's essence.

However, some rumors have obvious logical problems, such as the demon clan cultivating immortals by sucking human essence, and the demon world and the immortal world despise each other, saying that the demon clan cultivates immortals is obviously unscientific.

There are many rumors in this world, true, false, traceable, and ethereal, and after a long time, some people will believe them, because there are always mediocre people in the world who do not distinguish between truth and falsehood, and do not distinguish between right and wrong.

The three peaks are Qingfeng, which is backed by the Demon Realm, and the Demon Suppression adjacent to the Immortal Realm and the Wufu who guards the Human Realm. The fragrance of Aomine Mountain is pervasive, the four seasons are like spring, it is the most beautiful one of the three mountains of the boundless, and the Yuankong Mountain Villa where I am located is here.

Fu Demon Mountain is a snow mountain, covered with ice and snow all year round, except for the iceberg snow lotus, Aoxue red plum rarely see other creatures, Chong this name knows how hateful it is to the demon clan.

Wufu Mountain is the most normal one in terms of climate, alternating between cold and warm, with four distinct seasons, but although it is said that Wuyu is the most tempting place among the three mountains, there are all kinds of love, hatred, greed, hatred, and ignorance, I don't know if this is a kind of irony.

Located at such a hub at the intersection of the Three Realms, there is a large flow of people in the Boundless Realm in peacetime, so business is relatively easy to do.

However, although Yuankong Tea House also opens its doors to do business, it is not received by everyone, because for me, the tea house is just a side business, and my main business is to collect stories.

Therefore, Yuankong Tea House only accepts people who have a story.

There is such a saying in later generations: I have a story, do you have wine? In this case, I have tea, do you have a story? Yes, please sit casually, there is no ...... Get out if you don't.

In addition to collecting stories, I also work part-time to fulfill wishes for others, but I don't do charity to help for free.

I think everything in the world can be exchanged, whether it is hatred or happiness, there is an equivalent price code, this price code can be material, it can be life, and the abstract point can be emotion, freedom, and memory.

It was a clear day, and I sat alone in the teahouse with nothing to do, from the dawn to the sunset, seeing that the day was about to pass but not a single person with a story came in.

After about half a cup of tea, I got up and was about to leave, when a beautiful snow-white figure walked in.

The woman was tall and beautiful, with her long dark blue hair untied and untied, and no ornaments on her body, and she walked slowly towards me, with no expression on her beautiful face, and her charming eyes flashed but were cold and gloomy.

I can only conclude that this woman is a person with a story, and that what she is carrying must be a cruel, sad story. As for whether she is an immortal, a demon or a human, I can't tell if I'm too shallow.

She knelt down in front of the desk, and I sat across from me in a languid look, one leg naturally straight, one leg bent up, her left hand on her knee, and her right hand on the ground beating the rhythm indiscriminately.

"What kind of tea does the girl want to use? ”

The woman looked up at me, her gaze as gloomy as before, and her voice as cold as she had imagined.

"Is there a tea that makes people forget the past. ”

The corners of my lips lifted slightly, and I looked at the woman in front of me with curiosity, half joking and half serious.

"After a long, long time, there is a kind of water that can forget love, and there is a kind of wine called drunken life and dreams, and when you drink it, you can forget the past. ”

I deliberately didn't say any more, just looked at her with a light smile, she looked at me with a blank face, and asked again.

"I just want to know if there's any tea here that makes people forget the past. ”

I was afraid that if I continued to tease her, I might suffer a bloody disaster, so I sat up a little straighter with my languid body and replied unhurriedly.

"There are two kinds of tea here, one is called the past and the other is the end of the life, both of which have the effect of making people forget the past, but the so-called gains must be lost, and everything has to pay a price. ”

The woman's face was still as cold as ice, her eyes were still gloomy, and her voice was as cold as before, without a trace of emotion.

"The price, at what cost?"

I was not in a hurry to answer her question, smiled at her, introduced myself unhurriedly, and then asked: "My name is Mochen, I don't know what the girl is called." ”

The woman's expression did not change at all, it was still as expressionless as before, she looked at me and replied lightly: "Tilt away." ”

I have to say that such an answer is simple, straightforward, and cool. However, it always feels a little cold and excessive, and it is difficult to approach.

"Tilt away from the girl," I flicked my sleeves and straightened the placket of my shirt, and looked sideways at her, "I want to know what the story the girl brought with me before I talk about the price, and since you are inside, you should already know the rules here." ”

As for the rules, it's actually very simple, my main business is collecting stories, my side business is making some tea, and by the way, I fulfill my wishes for others. However, the wish must be completed after the story has been collected.

So, while I can help the girl forget the past, I have to tell her story after listening to her.

Seeing that I was smiling, but with a resolute attitude, I had no choice but to tell me the story behind me, no way, who let the initiative be in my hands.

This is a story that happened a long, long time ago, when the tea house was not as it is now, and at that time I did not have amnesia. Uh, I almost forgot that the protagonist of this part is the dumping girl, sorry, I stole the show.