Exorcism

A dozen cedars formed a circle, and the tree crowns closed in the sky, forming a simple room together.

"Do you need some light?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"Well... let's take a look at Gao Fuwei's memory first. Aren't we going to imitate it? Everything needs to be done according to the situation in the memory." Yang Qingyin felt an inexplicable panic. This was not the first time she was alone with a male Taoist priest, but before Every time, she was the leader, firmly controlling the direction of the situation, but this time she didn't know what would happen in the "final". She had also seen love affairs between men and women in books, and she regarded them all as jokes, and even felt a little disgusted. .

Gao Fuwei was right, a man still had to take the initiative in this kind of thing. Yang Qingyin thought so and her panic subsided a little.

Mu Xingqiu was not particularly sure. He was not a stupid boy with a blank slate, but facing Yang Qingyin, all his previous experience was useless. But he had the orb of memory in his hand, so he would not have nothing to do. .

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

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

For the convenience of viewing, Mu Xingqiu cast a spell to recall the memory. It was a very light-colored smoke. It required the cooperation of the Third Eye and spells to see the hidden scene inside. Yang Qingyin used Taoist spells, and Mu Xingqiu continued. Use the illusion of mind.

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

This was Gao Fuwei's memory, so he appeared immediately, lying on the wall. He did not jump into the garden immediately, but looked at the girl dreamingly.

At this time, Gao Fuwei was still very young. He seemed to be seventeen or eighteen years old. He was thinner. He was wearing a robe and had a talisman crown on his head.

It was probably a summer afternoon, when cicadas were chirping, and there was a faint sound of hawking in the distance. The wind in the garden was weak, and the ground was red. The girl was gently swaying on the swing, and the boy was looking at it on the wall. For a long time no one moved or spoke.

Such a scene seemed too boring to Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin, and they didn't understand what they could imitate.

The girl finally let out a long sigh. Gao Fuwei's memory was not as accurate as that of the Taoist priest. This sigh was particularly long, as if he had slowed down his movements and released many emotions such as depression, sadness, loss, and hope in his heart one by one. , Mu Xingqiu could not 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, quietly walked a few steps behind the girl, and whispered slightly nervously: "Why did Miss Song sigh?"

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

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

Gao Fuwei took out a stack of paper charms from his sleeve, not just one.

The girl was taken aback, "I just said casually... You said you didn't know how to write this kind of talisman."

"I didn't know how to do it then, but I know how to do it now. The Butterfly Talisman is not difficult to learn, just be diligent."

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

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

"It's very simple. Only those high-level talismans need the sacred talisman seal, and the butterfly talisman does not need it." Gao Fuwei walked to the girl's side, flicked his wrist, and a string of colorful butterflies appeared out of thin air in front of him, flapping their wings. Flying around the two of them.

"The butterfly talisman is very expensive." The girl was both happy and a little uneasy.

"I am a Talisman Master, and there are many such things." Gao Fuwei said lightly.

Mu Xingqiu saw that he was bragging. Even the prince Xin Youtao could not use the talisman as waste paper. What Yang Qingyin noticed was another thing: 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 the talisman, and the distance between the two gradually disappeared. The girl failed in her first three attempts, losing three paper talismans in vain, and not even a butterfly appeared. Instead of being angry, he giggled with the girl.

When he taught him the art of sacrificial talisman step by step, the girl just hid slightly and accepted it.

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

"When Miss Nobo smiles, the butterfly will live forever."

"I'm not a butterfly, I'm a puppy. I'll stay by your lady's side until death."

Gao Fuwei's talent in pleasing women is no worse than learning talismans. He talks sweet words one after another, which is a bit stiff at first, but gradually becomes more natural and proficient. The words in his mouth are as fresh and winding as a mountain stream.

The girl was fascinated by what she heard and looked up at the boy. When he kissed her, she completely forgot to resist and avoid. It wasn't until a call came from the front yard that the girl woke up as if from a dream. She broke away from the boy and ran away at the garden gate. He turned around and smiled.

This smile, like the sigh, was artificially longer and clearer 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 stopped in the empty garden, looking at the butterflies still flying around. After a while, he left with a smile, and jumped over the high wall...

The memory ends 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. The room surrounded by trees immediately lit up like daylight, "Do you want a swing and butterflies?"

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

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

"I think..." Mu Xingqiu put away the orb, stretched out his hands, walked around Yang Qingyin's shoulders, and crossed them on her back, leaving as much space as possible. This was different from Gao Fuwei's posture, but he only can do this.

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

But she didn't, her body slowly became soft, and then she leaned toward him, getting closer inch by inch. 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, hugging her tighter.

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

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

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

This was an action that Gao Fuwei did not 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 look at each other and smile afterward, he was still considering.

But Yang Qingyin was lying on his chest. He couldn't lower his head and could only smell the faint fragrance of hair. Taoist priests do not cause dust after they practice to a certain level, and their bodies can clean themselves, so they don't need to dress up or apply rouge. Smells are all naturally occurring.

Mu Xingqiu liked the smell and thought 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 transformed by the young Gao Fuwei using a talisman. Yes, the fragrance was like a butterfly, with complex but bright colors. The wings were moving but they did not make any sound... …

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

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

"which type?"

"I don't want any pragmatic illusions, I just want... a better-looking illusion."

Mu Xingqiu understood that illusions were actually easier to create and could not be hidden from the Third Eye, but this was not a battle of skills at this moment. He asked: "What kind of illusion do you want?"

"Anything is fine."

Mu Xingqiu's imagination was not enough. After trying for a while, he simply gave up his imagination. As Gao Fuwei said, he could just do whatever he wanted and not think about what he wanted, but let the illusion find it in his mind. The stuff of fantasy.

The surrounding cedars changed. First they sprouted branches and sprouted young leaves. Soon they became lush and green, but they no longer looked like pine trees. Instead, they looked a bit like the nebula trees in Wangshan Mountain. Then the illusion continued to change, and green trees emerged on the ground. More and more gorgeous flowers and trees, flowers and leaves leave the branches and turn 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 was searching for materials in Mu Xingqiu's memory, and the scene changed faster and faster. Suddenly, before Mu Xingqiu realized it, the entire scene changed dramatically. All the flowers, plants and trees disappeared, replaced by something that quickly rose up and headed towards Walls extending in all directions.

The wind picked up, and the two people hugging each other stood on top of a dilapidated tower, with the bricks crumbling under their feet.

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

Mu Xingqiu already understood.

An arrow from the distant past pierced his beating heart.

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

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