More than a dozen cedar trees formed a circle, and the canopy of trees closed above, forming a simple room.

"Do you need light?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"Well... Let's take a look at Gao Fuwei's memory first. Don't we imitate it? Everything needs to be based on the situation in the memory." Yang Qingyin felt inexplicably panic. It was not the first time she had been alone with a male Taoist priest, but every time before, she was the leader and firmly controlled the direction of the situation. This time she didn't know what would happen "in the end". She also saw love affairs between men and women in books, and regarded them as jokes, and even a little disgusted.

Gao Fuwei was right, and this kind of thing still had to be taken the initiative. Yang Qingyin thought so, and her panic was slightly reduced.

Mu Xingqiu was not particularly accurate. He was not a fool like a blank piece of paper, but facing Yang Qingyin, all his previous experience was useless, but he had the jewel to store memory in his hand, so he would not have nothing to do.

The two stood face to face. Because they were too close, they both held their breath and held hands. After a while, Yang Qingyin felt a little bored and said, "Is that OK?"

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

For the sake of viewing, Mu Xingqiu casts spells to call out the memory. This is a ball of smoke with extremely light colors. It requires the cooperation of the Tianmu and the spells to see the hidden scenes inside. Yang Qingyin uses Taoist magic, while Mu Xingqiu continues to use the illusion of mind.

The smoke dissipated, revealing a small garden. A girl in a long dress was sitting on the swing and slowly shaking, looking as if she was expecting, but also full of thoughts.

This was Gao Fuwei's memory, so he immediately appeared, lay on the wall, and did not jump into the garden immediately, but looked at the girl in a daze.

Gao Fuwei was still very young at this time. He looked seventeen or eighteen years old, thinner, wearing a robe. The talisman crown on his head was the first level.

It was probably a summer afternoon, and cicadas were chirping. There was a vague hawking sound in the distance. The garden was weak and the red was everywhere. The girl was shaking gently on the swing. The boy was staring at the wall. For a long time, no one moved or spoke.

This scene seems too boring to Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin, and I don’t understand what to imitate about.

The girl finally sighed long. Gao Fuwei's memory was not as accurate as that of a Taoist priest. This sigh was particularly long, as if he had slowed down his movements, releasing many emotions such as depression, sorrow, loss, and expectation in his heart one by one. Mu Xingqiu could not believe that a person's sigh would have so many levels.

This sigh is obviously of great significance to Gao Fuwei, because at this moment he jumped into the garden gently, walked quietly behind the girl for several steps, and whispered slightly nervously: "Why does Miss Song sigh?"

The girl jumped off the swing and turned around in panic, her face suddenly turned red. "You...why are you here?"

The young man Gao Fuwei's eyes were hot, indicating that he was as panicked as a girl, but he still took a firm step forward. "I met the lady seven days ago, and I have been thinking about it. I remember that the lady said at that time that she hoped there would be a butterfly talisman that I brought to you."

Gao Fuwei took out the paper talisman from his cuff, not a piece, but a pile.

The girl was surprised, "I just said casually... You said you didn't know how to write such a talisman."

"I didn't know it at that time, but now I know it. Butterfly Talisman is not difficult to learn, just use your heart."

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

"I don't know how to sacrifice the talisman." The girl's voice was as thin as a gossip.

"It's very simple. Only those high-level talismans need to sacrifice the talisman divine seal, but no need for butterfly talismans." Gao Fuwei walked to the girl. His wrist shook slightly, and a string of colorful butterflies appeared in front of him out of thin air, flapping his wings and flying around the two.

"Butterfly Talisman is very expensive." The girl was both happy and a little uneasy.

"I am a talisman master, there are so many such things." Gao Fuwei said lightly.

Mu Xingqiu saw that he was bragging. Even Prince Xin Youtao could not use talismans as waste paper. But what Yang Qingyin noticed was another thing: Gao Fuwei was taking a deep breath quietly and smelling the breath of a girl in the air.

Next, Gao Fuwei began to teach the girl how to sacrifice the talisman. The distance between the two gradually disappeared. The girl failed in three attempts at the first time, and lost three pieces of paper talismans in vain. Even a butterfly did not change out. Gao Fuwei was not angry at all, but instead smiled foolishly with the girl.

When he taught the art of sacrificial talismans hand in hand, the girl just hid slightly and accepted it.

She finally succeeded, a string of new butterflies flew up, and at this time she was already nestled in the boy's arms and couldn't leave. "Although the talisman butterflies are beautiful, they can't live before the sunset. It's really a pity."

"When Miss Nengbo smiles, the butterfly will have eternal life."

The girl turned around but did not leave the boy's arms, "Will you come quietly and go like this butterfly?"

"I'm not a butterfly, I'm a puppy, I'm staying by the lady's side until I die."

Gao Fuwei's talent in pleasing women is no worse than learning talismans. He said sweet words one after another, and he was a little stiff at first, but gradually he became proficient naturally. His words were as fresh and tortuous as a stream in the mountains.

The girl was obsessed with hearing this, looking up at the boy. When he kissed her, she completely forgot to resist and hide. It was not until a cry came from the front yard that the girl woke up like a dream, broke free from the boy and walked away quickly, turned around at the garden door and smiled sweetly.

This smile, like that sigh, was artificially longer and clear in Gao Fuwei's memory, and the girl's face shone with a strange light created by magic.

The beauty has left, and the boy stopped in the empty garden, looking at the butterflies still flying around, and after a while, he left with a smile, facing the high wall...

Memory ends here.

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 balls of fire floated in the air. The room surrounded by trees immediately became as bright as daytime. "Do you still need swings and butterflies?"

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

"What should we do next?" Yang Qingyin felt that familiar panic again, as if something big was about to happen or would never happen.

"I want..." Mu Xingqiu collected the beads, stretched out his hands, and walked around Yang Qingyin's shoulders. Crossed her back, trying to leave some space. This was different from Gao Fuwei's posture, but he could only do this.

Yang Qingyin's body suddenly became as stiff as a stone. Mu Xingqiu even suspected that she would fire a big fireball into her chest.

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

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

"We did it right?" Yang Qingyin asked.

"You... should also hug me." Mu Xingqiu found that his voice inexplicably became a little hoarse, and the young man Gao Fuwei did not have this situation.

Yang Qingyin hesitated for a while before raising her arms, and stopped her palms on Mu Xingqiu's back. Instead, she went up and down. After a while, she began to rub her gently.

This was a movement that Gao Fuwei had not remembered. Yang Qingyin's hands were a little cooler than her cheeks, but when they moved, Mu Xingqiu felt very comfortable.

The two hugged each other for a while, and Mu Xingqiu felt that she could kiss her, just like Gao Fuwei did to the girl. This was the last step. As for whether to smile at each other in the future, he was still considering.

But Yang Qingyin was pillowing on his chest, and he couldn't lower his head, so he could only smell the faint fragrance of hair. After the Taoist priests practiced to a certain extent, they would not cause dust and clean themselves, so they did not need to wash and dress up or apply rouge. All smells were naturally produced.

Mu Xingqiu likes this smell and thinks he can keep sniffing it. So he didn't deliberately kiss her.

The fragrance entered his nose and lingered in his mind. He suddenly remembered the butterfly changed by the boy Gao Fuwei using the talisman. Yes, the fragrance was like a butterfly, the color was complex but very bright, and his wings were moving, but there was no sound...

"I still keep the gift you gave me?" Yang Qingyin spoke, her voice a little strange, and she looked very gentle, and a little trembling, as if she was revealing a major secret.

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

"Huangjing colorful satin, Jiangnan Qianxue porcelain, Fuhaicheng detergent, the first two things were destroyed in Pangshan, and only a box of detergent left, I have always kept it."

Mu Xingqiu remembered that these things were all "gifts" that Yang Qingyin asked for when the two met for the first time at Pangshan Zhiyong Institute. He got them from the princess through Xin Youtao.

"That's not..."

"Shh, can you perform illusions on me?"

"Which kind?"

"Don't have any illusion that is pragmatic, just...a better-looking illusion."

Mu Xingqiu understood that illusions are actually easier to create, and they cannot be hidden from the sky, but it is not a battle at this moment. He asked: "What kind of illusions do you want?"

“Everything is OK.”

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, not think about what he wanted, but let the illusion search for materials for the illusion in his mind.

The cedars around changed. First, they pulled out their branches and grew tender leaves, and soon became green, but they no longer looked like pine trees. Instead, they looked like nebula trees in the mountains. Then the illusion continued to change, and more gorgeous flowers, plants and trees emerged on the ground. 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 she had even closed her eyes, 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. Suddenly, before Mu Xingqiu realized, the entire scene changed tremendously, and all the flowers, plants and trees disappeared, replaced by the city wall that quickly rose and extended in all directions.

The wind blew, and the two people hugging each other stood on a dilapidated city tower, with bricks under their feet shaking.

Yang Qingyin opened her eyes and looked at this inappropriate illusion in surprise, and suddenly understood something.

Mu Xingqiu already understood.

An arrow shot from the distant past penetrated his beating heart.

This is Duanliu City, this is the unguarded city tower. It is in this place that Mu Xingqiu hugged Fangfang tightly for the first time.

The illusion collapsed and the wind was gone. Mu Xingqiu pushed Yang Qingyin away, and his face was twisted into a ball due to the sudden sadness.

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