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Bianjing.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the lights on Shili Chang Street are dimmed, and children carrying lanterns can be seen everywhere, laughing loudly and making a scene, but it is not annoying, but it adds more vitality to the Lantern Festival.

The man stood on a tall building, with white plums embroidered on his red cloak, blown erratically by the cold wind.The crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped down, covering the amber eyes, and his eyes fell on the long street.

It was a small stall selling floating yuanzi. The few benches were already full of people, but there were still a group of people waiting for the floating yuanzi that was about to come out of the pan.

The man didn't look at other people, his eyes were always on two figures, one white and one red.

Bai Lian didn't like to compete with others, so he pulled Jiang Weiyan and stood quietly aside, waiting for others to buy it before going over.It's the same for breakfast and dinner. Anyway, Fu Yuanzi doesn't have long legs, so he can't run away even if he wants to.

He was looking at the small sign hanging on the side, which was full of various tastes and eating methods, and he couldn't figure it out for a while, "Which Yuanzi do you think is better?"

Jiang Weiyan let out a "huh", scanned the food sign from top to bottom, pointed to one place and said, "Let's go with bean paste yuanzi, serve it with sweet soup, it seems to me that there is sweet-scented osmanthus honey, pour some more on it." Son, you should like it."

The man on the tall building saw that they seemed to be discussing something, saw the two raised their fists, and the fists touched each other, he couldn't help laughing: "It really hasn't changed."

Jiang Weiyan on the street suddenly looked at the high-rise building by the river. Bai Lian didn't know why, so he also looked up and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you always looking at that building today?"

"It's nothing."

From the moment he entered Bianjing, Jiang Weiyan vaguely felt that someone was watching them, but there was no one upstairs at the moment.

He withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "There are fewer people, let's eat Fuyuanzi."

Jiang Weiyan has no interest in Fuyuanzi, but he is ready to finish this bowl of Fuyuanzi for Bailiyan, after all, Bailiyan doesn't eat as much as cats.

In the end, this preparation was useless, and Baili eucalyptus finished a bowl silently, in the euphemistic name of not wasting.

Seeing that he had finished eating, Jiang Weiyan naturally raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and asked, "Where are we going to play next, my lord?"

The two talked while walking, and finally wandered up to the tall building by the river, carrying a sky lantern bought downstairs.

Bai Lian held the pen, bit the tip of the pen, and said vaguely: "What are you writing?"

Jiang Weiyan supported the sky lantern with one hand, and wrote a few words on the surface of the lantern with a Langhao pen dipped in ink in the other hand, "It's just a good vision, why is it as serious as taking part in the imperial examination?"

This situation reminded Bai Lian of that blurred dream, he tried hard to recall the words he saw in the dream, and began to transcribe stroke by stroke on the lamp surface.

After Baili Eucalyptus finished writing, he released the sky lanterns, and they were mixed into hundreds of sky lanterns in an instant. The blessings, fortune, longevity and happiness that everyone prayed for were entrusted in each of these lights.

Playing it too fast, Jiang Weiyan couldn't read the words clearly, "What was written?"

"The mountains and rivers are safe." Baili An rubbed the tip of his nose, "I just wrote it by hand."

"You have the common people in your heart, Your Majesty the Eleventh."

Bai Lian looked at the lanterns all over the sky, with the flickering lights reflected in his pupils, thinking of the answer in his heart, he asked seemingly casually: "What did you write?"

Jiang Weiyan turned around and leaned against the railing, folded his arms and looked at Baili's illuminated face, and said with a smile, "I've thought about this wish for hundreds of years, and I think about it all the time."

"what?"

He leaned close to Bai Lian's ear, and whispered each word, "I love Yong'an."

Bai Lian subconsciously tilted his head, and the tips of their noses almost touched each other. He took a step back and looked away unnaturally.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, and Bai Lian only felt that the surroundings were very quiet.

He looked around, and at some point the bustling crowd stopped still, the candles in the sky lantern stopped flickering, and time was frozen at a certain moment.

"What's going on?!" Bai Lian grabbed the railing and looked downstairs, everything he looked at was picturesque, motionless.

Jiang Weiyan said in a deep voice, "We've entered the soul formation."

It was the first time that Bai Lian encountered such a formation, "Now? Will it still be like this in the soul formation?"

Jiang Weiyan: "Even if ordinary people can form a ghost formation after death, they can't do this. Perhaps we have been in the formation since the moment we entered Bianjing."

Bai Lian frowned, looked around, and asked, "Not an ordinary person? What do you mean?"

Jiang Weiyan: "The ones who have the ability to control the entire array without us noticing it will only be people from Fengdu or Heaven, but it's very strange..."

"Is there someone going through calamity in the mortal world?" Bai Lian leaned against the pillar and began to wrap the lead wire around his fingers. He suddenly paused and said in puzzlement, "No, no matter whether it is Fengdu or people in the heavenly world, all the calamities are experienced by the soul. After entering the mortal world, the soul will return directly to the original body after death, so there shouldn't be a formation of dead souls."

"That's right, the strange thing is here." Jiang Weiyan raised his index finger to help him wrap the lead wire neatly, and cast a protective spell on him while Bai Lian was not paying attention.

"Ahem..." In an environment so quiet that even the sound of breathing is amplified infinitely, the muffled cough sounded particularly abrupt.

Both of them turned their heads, and saw a person standing by the door. The hood covered most of his face, and he covered his mouth with his palm. He took his hand off after he recovered. His exposed lips were bloodless, and the entire lower half of his face His face was pale and he looked sick.

His voice was still hoarse, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb you so soon, but my cough is unbearable, please forgive me."

Bai Lian: "This is your formation? Who are you?"

The man walked towards the other side, his footsteps were a little unsteady, "There are tables and chairs over there..."

Jiang Weiyan: "No need, we are not tired."

"..." The man paused, turned around and said with a smile, "You may have misunderstood. I am not in good health and cannot stand for a long time. I don't care if you sit or not."

Jiang Weiyan and Bailiyan: "..."

This is the first time I have encountered this kind of hospitality.

The man sat down and poured tea by himself, "If you have any questions, please ask them together."

"You're not a mortal?"

"This should be considered the same as the second question." He poured out the tea and didn't rush to drink it. He just held the teacup in his palm, as if warming his hands, "Yes, I am a person from the heaven, but I am from the earth. It’s just a calamity.”

"I accidentally heard what you said just now. Are you wondering why I didn't return to the heaven, but created a formation with my soul in the mortal world?"

Jiang Weiyan looked at him, "This has never happened before, at least I haven't encountered it in Fengdu for thousands of years."

"Have you ever experienced disaster?"

"nature."

"Do you still remember what happened during the calamity?"

"All memories after the catastrophe have been cleared, this is the rule."

"The rules are good, but if you want to know what happened in the past, there is nothing you can do." The man drank the tea that had already cooled down, poured another cup and continued to warm his hands. All people who have gone down to the mortal world will have a book, which records in detail everything about this person from birth to death in the mortal world, you can go and have a look."

Jiang Weiyan frowned, "As far as I know, even the Emperor of Heaven cannot check this book, how could Si Ming show it to me?"

The corners of the man's mouth under the hood were raised upwards, and he joked, "So I only said it was a solution, and there is no guarantee that it will work."

"..."

The man propped his chin with his free hand, and asked Bai Lian, "Hey, another young master, do you want to know?"

Baili Eucalyptus said lightly: "Know what?"

"Your lost memory. I can tell you."

"Do not want to."

"Oh why?"

"Not to mention why you know what happened to me, even if you say it, how much credibility do you have?"

"That's right." The man seemed to agree with Bai Lian's words, and nodded, "But I still want to tell you, you can choose to believe it or not, or half of it."

Bai Lian asked suddenly: "What time is it outside the formation?"

"Huh?" Although the man didn't understand why he asked this, he still answered, "It's Hai time, what's the matter?"

Bai Lian put on a very regretful expression, sighed, and said: "What a coincidence, I have business to do tomorrow, so I don't have time to listen to your stories."

"It's okay, you can come to Bianjing to listen to it when you have time next time."

"Apart from sending you back to the heaven, we probably won't see each other again. Let your story be left to the heaven to fool others."

"Do you know why I have been able to stay in Bianjing and have not returned to my original body?" The man got up and walked towards them, "Si Ming wrote me a lifespan of 25 years, but I can still stay in the mortal world for 1000 years or even longer , because my fate is determined by myself."

"Immortal Wen Jing." Jiang Weiyan took half a step forward to block Bai Lian, "I have admired your name for a long time."

Wen Jing stopped and remained silent for a moment, then pulled down her hood, her amber pupils met Shang Jiang Weiyan's, "You know me?"

"Who is it?" Bai Lian poked his head out from behind Jiang Weiyan, froze on the spot for a moment, and said in astonishment, "You, why are you..."

"Long time no see." Wen Jing denied it after finishing speaking, "No, I saw it in your dream not long ago, I wonder if you still remember?"

Baili Eucalyptus pushed Jiang Weiyan away and faced Wen Jing face to face. If you didn't look carefully, it was like putting a mirror in front of one of them, "Who the hell are you? Why do you look so similar to me?"

Wen Jing didn't answer his question, but asked him with a smile: "Do you want to hear my story now?"

Baili Eucalyptus said helplessly: "You say."

"I'm sorry, I don't want to talk about it now." The noisy voice gradually sounded, and the sky lantern that had been frozen in the air for a long time began to float into the distance. Wen Jing turned and left, and her figure gradually became shallower, "You can go gone."

The wires in Bai Li'an's hand flew out suddenly, and they were all shaken away when they touched Wen Jing.

The lead wire was withdrawn, and there were only him and Jiang Weiyan on the tall building, and Wen Jing had disappeared.

Bai Lian took a few steps back, leaning against the pillar with his arms folded, his eyes lowered, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"You've known him for a long time? Did you know he looks almost exactly like me?"

Jiang Weiyan was silent for a moment, then said, "Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I……"

"When you look at me, do you think I'm Bailiyan or Wenjing Xianjun? I'm still wondering why I only met you once, and you say you like me."

Bai Lian slowly clenched his hands hidden under his sleeves, he raised his head, his amber eyes stared straight at Jiang Weiyan.

"Is the person you like really me? Or is he the one who looks the same as me? Do you regard me as Wen Jing Xianjun?"

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