Chapter 0658 A Memory

A dozen cedars formed a circle, with their crowns closing in the sky, forming a simple room.

"Do you need light?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"Well... let's take a look at Gao Fuwei's memory first. Aren't we going to imitate it? Everything we need should be based on the situation in the memory." Yang Qingyin felt an inexplicable panic. It was not the first time she was 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 read about the love affairs between men and women in books, and she took them all as jokes, and even felt a little disgusted.

Gao Fuwei was right. Men still have to take the initiative in this kind of thing. Yang Qingyin thought so, and her panic was slightly reduced.

Mu Xingqiu was not particularly sure. He was not a blank slate. But facing Yang Qingyin, all his previous experience was useless, but he had the orb that stored memories in his hand, so he was not idle.

The two stood face to face, holding their breath because they were too close, and then held hands. After a while, Yang Qingyin felt a little bored, so she said, "Is it okay?"

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

In order to facilitate viewing, Mu Xingqiu cast a spell to call out the memory. This was a group of extremely light-colored smoke, which required the coordination of the third eye and magic to see the hidden scenes inside. Yang Qingyin used the Taoist magic, and Mu Xingqiu continued to use the mind illusion.

The smoke dissipated, revealing a small garden. A girl in a long skirt was sitting on a swing and swinging slowly. She looked expectant and full of thoughts at the same time.

This was Gao Fuwei's memory, so he appeared immediately, lying on the top of the wall, and did not jump into the garden immediately, but stared at the girl infatuatedly.

At this time, Gao Fuwei was still very young, looking like seventeen or eighteen years old, thinner, wearing a long robe, and the talisman crown on his head was only one level.

It was probably a summer afternoon, with cicadas chirping and hawking voices coming from afar. The breeze in the garden was weak, and the fallen petals were scattered all over the ground. The girl was swinging gently on the swing, and the boy was staring at her blankly on the wall. For a long time, no one moved or spoke.

This scene seemed too boring to Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin, and they didn't understand what was there to imitate.

The girl finally sighed deeply. Gao Fuwei's memory was not as accurate as that of the Taoist priest. This sigh was particularly long, as if she had slowed down her movements, releasing the many emotions in her heart, such as depression, resentment, loss, and expectations. Mu Xingqiu found it hard to believe that a person's sigh could have so many levels.

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

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

The young man Gao Fuwei's eyes were burning, indicating that he was as panicked as the girl, but he still took a step forward firmly, "I have seen the young lady seven days ago, and I have always been thinking about it. I remember that the young lady said that she hoped to have a butterfly talisman. I brought it to you."

Gao Fuwei took out a paper talisman from his sleeve, not one, but a stack.

The girl was surprised, "I just said it casually... You said you couldn't write this kind of talisman at that time."

"I didn't know how to write it at that time, but now I can. The butterfly talisman is not difficult to learn, just be careful."

The girl's face became even redder. The boy actually learned to write a talisman specifically for her, which showed more affection than the butterfly talisman he brought.

"I don't know how to offer talismans." The girl's voice was as thin as a gossamer.

"It's very simple. Only those high-level talismans need to be sacrificed with the talisman seal. Butterfly talismans are not needed." Gao Fuwei walked to the girl and shook his wrist lightly. 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 talismans are very expensive." The girl was happy and a little uneasy.

"I am a talisman master. There are many such things." Gao Fuwei said lightly.

Mu Xingqiu saw that he was bragging. Even Prince Xin Youtao could not treat talismans as waste paper. Yang Qingyin noticed something else: Gao Fuwei was quietly taking a deep breath and smelling the girl's breath in the air.

Next, Gao Fuwei began to teach the girl how to sacrifice talismans. The distance between them gradually disappeared. The girl failed in the first three attempts, losing three paper talismans in vain, and not even a butterfly was conjured. Gao Fuwei was not angry at all, but smiled foolishly with the girl.

When he taught the art of sacrifice talismans step by step, the girl just dodged slightly and accepted it.

She finally succeeded, a bunch of new butterflies flew up, and she was already nestling in the boy's arms, unwilling to leave. "Although the talisman butterflies are beautiful, they can't live before sunset, which is really a pity."

"If I can make the lady smile, the butterfly will have eternal life."

"I am not a butterfly, I am a puppy, guarding the lady and staying by her side until death."

Gao Fuwei's talent in pleasing women is no worse than learning talismans. He speaks sweet words one after another. At first, he was a little stiff, but gradually he became naturally proficient. The words in his mouth were as fresh and tortuous as a mountain stream.

The girl was obsessed with listening, looking up at the boy. When he kissed her, she completely forgot to resist and avoid it. Until a call came from the front yard, the girl woke up from her dream, broke free from the boy and walked away quickly, turning around and smiling at the garden gate.

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

The beauty had gone, and the young man stood still in the empty garden, watching the butterflies still flying around. After a while, he left with a smile, and jumped over the high wall...

The memory ended here.

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

"We need light." Yang Qingyin waved her hand, and several balls of fire 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 insufficient, or a stone was pressed on his chest. He intuitively felt that the environment in that memory was not important and did not need to be imitated.

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

"I think..." Mu Xingqiu put away the pearl, stretched out his hands, went around Yang Qingyin's shoulders, crossed them on her back, and tried to leave some space. This was not quite the same as Gao Fuwei's posture, but he could only do this step.

Yang Qingyin's body suddenly became as stiff as a stone, and Mu Xingqiu even suspected that she would send a big fireball to his chest.

But she didn't. Her body slowly became soft, 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 arms were also slowly exerting force, holding her tighter.

"Are we doing it right?" Yang Qingyin asked.

"You... should also hold me." Mu Xingqiu found that his voice inexplicably became a little hoarse, but the young Gao Fuwei didn't have this situation.

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

This was an action that Gao Fuwei didn't remember. Yang Qingyin's hands were slightly 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 he could kiss her, just like Gao Fuwei did to the girl. This was the last step. As for whether to smile at each other afterwards, he was still considering.

But Yang Qingyin was resting her head on his chest, and he couldn't lower his head. He could only smell the faint fragrance of her hair. After practicing to a certain level, Taoists would not attract dust, and their bodies could clean themselves, so they didn't need to dress up or apply rouge. All smells were naturally produced.

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not..."

"Shh, can you cast an illusion for me?"

"What kind?"

"I don't want some illusion that is practical and unrealistic, I want... a better-looking illusion."

Mu Xingqiu understood that illusions are actually easier to create and can't be hidden from Tianmu, but this is not a battle, he asked: "What kind of illusion do you want?"

"All is fine."

Mu Xingqiu's imagination was not enough. After trying for a while, he simply gave up imagination. As Gao Fuwei said, he could do whatever he wanted a little bit, not thinking about what he wanted, but letting the illusion find the materials for the illusion in his mind.

The cedars around changed. First, they sprouted branches and grew tender leaves. Soon, they were green and lush, but they were no longer pine trees. Instead, they looked a bit like the nebula trees on the mountain. Then the illusion continued to change. More 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 did not look up at the beautiful scenery at all. It seemed that she 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 it, the whole scene changed dramatically. The flowers, plants and trees disappeared, replaced by walls that rose rapidly and extended in all directions.

The wind blew, and the two people hugged each other and stood on a dilapidated tower. The bricks under their feet were crumbling.

Yang Qingyin opened her eyes and looked at this untimely illusion in surprise. Suddenly, she understood something.

Mu Xingqiu had understood.

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

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

The illusion collapsed, the sound of the wind faded away, and Mu Xingqiu pushed Yang Qingyin away, his face twisted into a ball because of the sudden sadness.