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Although there is a sea of clouds connecting Rusheng Tower and Rusheng Tower, it seems like two worlds.Ever since he became the new owner of Rushenglou, Qiu no longer belonged to the people there, and he would not easily set foot on that ferry, and the occasional communication was transmitted by civet cats, so when he jumped off the boat, all the civet cats on the boat I couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and several of them had jumped out of the canoe with half their bodies, and they forgot to look at the ground because they were looking forward to the rare sight in 80 years, and they all stumbled.
Going further there, the three hands cannot accompany each other. Qiu sits on a small boat transformed from civet cats and slowly paddles across the river.He felt the flowing cool wind, rolling up traces of water vapor and the fragrance of plants, blowing towards his face.The wind and rain of the four seasons have returned to the original track, probably because there is a new person in charge.He lifted the lid of the vermilion wooden box beside him, in which was hidden his long cut hair.
When Leizu saw him coming in person, he was surprised for a moment, and then smiled at him gently.
"I would like to ask you to make me a suit of clothes." Qiu respectfully bowed to Leizu and said, "It is for a young man." He raised his hand, and the civets behind him turned into Kun.
Leizu glanced at the young man's figure, then turned to look into the box.She twisted a strand of white hair, which was full of spiritual energy and freshness. She nodded and asked the civet cat to carry the box in, and prepared refreshments for Qiu to wait for a while.Qiu shook his head humbly, and said, "Don't bother Lei Zu, I'll go to the tavern, turn around and get it again."
"Okay." Lei Zu seemed to remember something, and ordered one more sentence, "Drink less wine."
"I know!"
Same as Leizu's reaction, Lushen couldn't help being stunned when he saw the person stepping into his tavern.
"There is no wind today, why did the Lingpo want to come here?" He took out a small jar of wine from the bottom of the cabinet and pushed it in front of Qiu, "Newly brewed wine is not as good as Mengpo soup, but it can make you forget Suffering... for days."
The Deer God had already poured the wine for him, Qiu didn't pick up the wine cup, but just raised his index finger to dip a little in the wine, and took a sip.
"how?"
"It's pretty good. But I'm here this time because I really want a bowl of Meng Po soup." Qiu lowered her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled fragilely.
Deer God was even more surprised: "You haven't been here for many years, and the first time you come is to ask for Mengpo soup?" He counted, and it has been more than 80 years, so it's about time. "It's fine if you don't want it at the beginning; now the way is different, so why bother yourself."
If Deer God guessed right, he was right, and he was wrong.Qiu waved his hand and said, "That's not the case, I just want one bowl."
"One bowl is enough for you to forget who you are." Lu Shen glanced at Qiu lightly in the wide sleeves of his hands, "It's not going to work, if the Lingpo wakes up the second day, she can't even write , wouldn’t it be a mess if you go up a building?!”
"Don't worry about it, I'm not drinking for myself." Seeing that the deer god was unmoved, he explained, "It's a mess to let a soul reincarnate with the memory of ascending a building."
The Deer God was of course surprised to hear that it was related to the soul, but after seeing a lot of people of all kinds coming and going to buy wine, he understood it after thinking about it.Anyway, it is a profitable business, as long as the conscience can live with it, why bother with money. "Wait a minute." He lifted the curtain of the inner room, turned and entered.
After a while, Deer God came out with a white jade porcelain vase in his arms. "This is what you want, just enough for one bowl, nothing more."
"Thank you." Qiu stretched out his hand to take it, but Lu Shen walked away from his hand with the porcelain bottle.Qiu froze for a moment, then added: "I know, old rules."
"Mengpo soup is no better than wine, this time you have to pay for something else." Lu Shen rolled his eyes, "I heard that Rushenglou has a elixir that can bring the dead back to life. I don't know if it is true?"
Qiu shook his head: "There are only life-giving things, as long as you are willing to pay the price."
"For ordinary people, it sounds like a good thing." Deer God clapped his hands, "Then let's exchange three for one pot."
"A profiteer!" Qiu gave Lu Shen a look, but finally agreed.
Lu Shen handed the porcelain vase to the waiter at the side, took out a small ledger and carefully wrote Qiu's promise on the paper, and then asked the other party to press his fingerprints before giving up.He put away the small ledger, smiled meaningfully at Qiu, and said, "People who come to buy wine from me have a lot of troubles, but they don't know that at this moment, raw wine is the most useless."
When everything was done, he and the civets returned to the ferry where Pixiu stood. Fortunately, the third hand was still waiting for him on the shore.He jumped onto the boat, and the waiters followed behind, carrying the original mahogany box to the boat steadily. When the box was put down, the bodies of the waiters immediately shattered into a group of cats, each of them found a comfortable corner to lie down and rest.
Qiu opened the box, and slowly stroked the suit of clothes dyed navy blue at the bottom of the box. It was worthy of Leizu's handicraft, but there was no trace of stitches.Next to his clothes was the white jade bottle that he brought from the God of Deer. He pulled out the cork, and a trace of sea tide mixed with scented wax and grass and trees sneaked into his nostrils.He expressed his surprise at being able to separate this strange smell into three different smells, but he couldn't deny that, after only half a breath, the haze of Liudu and the same color of sea and sky appeared in his mind.All the scenes are so clear and terrifying, as if as long as he drinks this Meng Po soup, everything he sees will be within reach.
——This is Mengpo soup.
The eyes of the third hand also fell on the bottle in Qiu's hand.
"how do you know?"
—I smell magnolia and rouge.
Seeing Qiu stunned, the third hand explained slowly.
——The taste of Mengpo soup varies from person to person, because everyone has different most yearning memories in their hearts.
"So that's how it is. The memory I yearn for the most..." Something that he didn't even realize was dug out by a small bowl of Mengpo soup.Just in that year, he went to the depths of the sea, where there was no light, only strange-looking fish and crabs ran rampant. They couldn't see, but they insisted on growing a lamp above their heads.He found huge shells there, and found that there were flower-like patterns on the shells in the shallow sea.He has also been to the end of the sea, which is full of colorful corals, like a fairy forest, full of colorful life.He has also been to the source of the sea. A huge flower boat is leaning against the bank of the river. Men and women in colorful clothes laugh and bend over from the side of the boat, and put paper flowers with candles into the water.These look great, oh, and the willow branches too.But none of them were as good-looking as the boy by the sea he had seen.
"Actually, I don't know whether it was right or wrong to blindly help Chun at the beginning..." Qiu sighed, corking the bottle firmly, not wanting to dwell on those memories that should have been sleeping.
——You are not helping Tsubaki, you are just doing what you want.
The deep voice of the third hand sounded from the bottom of his heart, and the words made him turn around suddenly, his eyes widened.
——From Tsubaki's strange behavior after coming of age ceremony, you have already guessed it.
"I..." Qiu wanted to argue, but felt as if someone was strangling her throat, and she couldn't utter a word at all.He blinked, and there seemed to be water ripples in his pupils as dark as the night sky.Seeing this, San Shou couldn't bear to torture this lovely child, lowered his eyes a little, and stopped looking at him.
——Irregularity is actually a kind of common sense, my child.
The third hand sighed in his heart, and for the first time hummed a song that only women love to sing. Qiu raised his head, and the change of clouds and mists in the distance seemed to depict a picture of a husband thrushing his wife's eyebrows...