The monk did not deceive Fang Yuer.

After being refined into her soul, Fang Yueya's condition gradually stabilized. However, just as Fang Yu'er needed to slowly digest the soul in her body while sleeping, Fang Yueya also fell into a deep sleep after that. However, this kind of time would not take hundreds of years to digest, as Fang Yu'er did, but it would also take three to five years.

Fang Yu'er became alone again. Although the monk had arranged many followers for her in this underground palace, she could drive them to her heart's content. It was not an exaggeration to say that if she let those servants die immediately, they would sacrifice their lives without hesitation.

However, this did not make Fang Yu'er happy. Without Fang Yue Ya in the Underworld Hall, she always felt that something was missing. Although Fang Yueya and all the servants addressed her as His Majesty the Saint-Emperor, or the new position that the monk had given her, Lord Yama.

However, Crescent Moon had grown up with her after all. The two of them had practically reached the point of talking without stopping. They were naturally fundamentally different from the servants who respected her and feared her.

Tyrant did not know what he was busy with. He had disappeared all day long. Fang Yuer felt even more bored. The only thing that could make her happy was the osmanthus cake in the shop in the city.

On this day, as usual, she finished the homework that the monk had given her. Although she did not like those homework, the monk told her that this was the only way to deal with the crescent moon. Therefore, she suppressed all the irritation in her heart and forced herself to finish her homework every day. Only then would she come to this shop and buy an osmanthus cake and eat it carefully, so that all the boredom accumulated on this day would naturally dissipate at this time.

However, this day was a little special. She came a little late, or the shop closed a little early.

She could not remember clearly. It was not that her memory was bad. In fact, as long as she wanted, she could clearly recall everything that had happened every day and every moment in the past. But that day, she couldn't remember many things, because compared to the person she met that day, everything else wasn't that important.

She watched in frustration as the shopkeeper closed the door and turned around to leave. No matter what, she couldn't get it back. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She felt as if everything had become less important on this day. She sighed and was about to return to the gloomy Underworld Palace with overwhelming depression when she suddenly caught sight of a boy carrying a long sword and holding something wrapped in oil paper in his hand.

There was a red scented osmanthus on the grease paper, which she recognized as the pastry shop's special grease paper.

Her eyes immediately lit up. Without thinking, she took out a silver from her bosom. It was heavy and weighty. It was more than five taels away. This amount was enough to buy the pastry made by the pastry shop all day long. She felt that the other party had no reason to refuse her.

"Give me the osmanthus cake. This money is yours." Therefore, she said these words as a matter of course.

This was the first thing she learned after being rejected by the shop owner. No one would reject silver. If there was, then give him more silver.

But at that time, the boy who was being sworn by this longsword was looking at the girl with an extremely strange gaze. This kind of gaze made the girl feel a little uncomfortable and even more unhappy. Therefore, in order to eliminate such discomfort and displeasure, she took out another five taels of silver from her bosom and handed it over to the boy, saying, "If it's not enough, I still have more."

The boy did not say the vulgar phrase, "Is it great to have money?", as it was written in the book. Something like that.

He sized up the girl just like that. Just as the girl was about to collapse under that gaze, he suddenly grinned. To be fair, the boy wasn't that good-looking, but that smile inexplicably made the girl's heart quicken a bit.

Then, the boy raised the pastry in his hand and said, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Of course, why else would I buy it?" The girl's tone was very rash and even had a tinge of superiority when she said this. But this was not her original intention, but out of some kind of indescribable thought, she had said such a sentence in that tone at that time, as if only in this way could she conceal the inexplicable surge in her heart.

But as soon as she said that, she regretted it, as if she really cared if this would make the boy think that she was such a rude person.

But before she could think about it, the boy handed the pastry to her and said, "Here you are."

He said this, and without waiting for the girl to respond, he turned around and walked into the crowd.

The girl was a little dumbfounded as she hugged the thing wrapped in oil paper. When she regained her senses, the boy's figure had already disappeared from the bustling streets.

That day, the girl still got her osmanthus cake as she wished. Everything was the same as before, but what was different was that she was not willing to eat the osmanthus cake. However, all the depression accumulated on that day surprisingly did not follow her. For the first time in her life, she began to look forward to the coming of tomorrow.

This way, she could finish her homework early, go to the shop early, buy the osmanthus cake she wanted, or coincidentally meet the boy who looked ugly but smiled beautifully again.

..

A long time ago, before Crescent Moon fell asleep, Crescent Moon once told Fang Yu'er a story.

A very boring story.

She could not remember the contents of the story clearly. Probably, it was a man and a woman who met under a bridge and took a quick glance. Afterwards, they would always meet unexpectedly in their later lives, and then all of them would be happy together. This story did not attract much attention from Fang Yu'er. The only thing she remembered clearly was a sentence from the book that Fang Yue Ya often muttered during that period of time.

Whether rain or shine, fate will always lead to meet the people they should meet again and again, until they are sure of each other.

Fang Yu'er used to be indifferent, but that night, when she was lying on the bed, she always thought of this sentence inadvertently in her mind. She felt that perhaps she and the boy should be like this, so she was sure that she would meet him again.

Therefore, after she woke up the next day, she worked very hard to do the homework that the monk had given him. Normally, it would take five to six hours of homework from dawn to dusk. Today, she only took four hours to finish it. Then, she did not even bother with dinner and went to the entrance of the shop early.

However, life was not a story. She did not meet the boy again. She stood outside the shop, waiting and waiting until dusk fell, and the boy did not appear when the shop door closed.

Fang Yu'er couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but she didn't realize where her disappointment came from. She just felt that she had to return someone else's things. Thus, with this thought, she would come to this shop early every day and wait for the boy to appear.

However, the boy seemed to have disappeared since then and never appeared in front of Fang Yu'er again. Thus, Fang Yu'er began to wonder where the boy had gone. Of course, she knew that this world was very big, far from just a small city beside the Underworld Palace. However, just how big it meant was still a vague concept for Fang Yu'er.

So she gave her servants an order that she wanted the best map, the best to be able to see every town in the world, and to find every edge of the world. This is, of course, an unrealistic order, It was because no one could tell just how big the world was. There were a hundred thousand mountains in the west, the Kunlun Immortal Palace in the depths of the hundred thousand mountains, the endless southern wilderness over there, and the snow plains outside the Horizontal Imperial City in the north. As for the wintertime, there was no end to it, and no one had ever walked to the boundless sea.

When no one could tell how big the world was, then the map that Fang Yu'er wanted was naturally something that did not exist. Fortunately, among the many servants that the monk had arranged for her, although they were loyal, they weren't stupid people. They did not insist on finding such a thing that did not exist. They brought Fang Yuer a detailed map and told her everything that was known about the world.

Fang Yu'er was not satisfied with the answers they handed over, but she still accepted the map. Then, she chased the servants out of the room and spread the map out by herself in that room, carefully measuring it.

The map recorded most of the known places in the world, and the small city where the Underworld Palace was located was naturally on it. Fang Yu'er did not waste much effort to find this place.

Then she began to use that place as a fulcrum to draw on the map, and then she sighed dispiritedly.

The world was not the size of this map, but even if it was only this size, if the boy went to the farthest place from here and returned, it would take him four to five years to return. Of course, this assumption was based on the assumption that the boy would choose to return. At that moment, Fang Yu'er suddenly understood a truth. The story that Crescent Moon told her was the most boring story in the world. The sentence that she often said was also the most bullsh*t truth in the world.

It was a miracle that the two of them could meet in such a big world. If they missed it, could they hope that such a miracle would happen again?

Of course there are miracles in this world, but will the same miracle happen to the same person twice?

Perhaps, but Fang Yuer was obviously not such a lucky person.

Therefore, logically speaking, she would never have the chance to meet that boy again, but she did meet him, but this had nothing to do with miracles.

..

When Gui Puti, who was sitting in the tent, thought of this, she suddenly smiled. This was very rare. In fact, ever since the boy who had grown up into a man died in Lunar Temple, she rarely had such an effect. If she smiled, it would most likely be related to him.

The campfire in the tent was still leaping. Ghost Subhuti sat back in her seat. She suddenly looked at a certain place in the room and said, "Come out."

The campfire jumped, and the tent was silent. Only the sound that Gui Puti had just made was still echoing back and forth. Apart from that, there was no response.

Ghost Subhuti frowned. She said again, "Since you're here and you don't want to come out to meet me, why are you afraid that my Second Mother will kill you?"

As he spoke, space distorted in the dark corner of the tent. In the distorted darkness, a figure walked out. It was a youth dressed in black. His features were not delicate, but his eyes were very beautiful. It was like a pool of spring water. It was clean and translucent, but deep beneath the water, under the cover of sand and dust, there was another dusty saber and sword.

The youth walked over to Gui Puti and bowed respectfully to him, saying, "Disciple Xu Han greets Second Mother."

However, this kind of respect did not receive the response that Gui Puti deserved. She only snorted coldly and asked, "How long has it been?"

Xu Han replied, "It's been a while."

"What? There are so many beautiful ladies in the house who don't look. They come here to peek at your master. Aren't you afraid that your master will chop you up if you go to the Underworld?" Gui Puti said.

Xu Han did not dare to continue. He could only truthfully say, "Mother is in a daze. I think there must be some considerations. I dare not disturb her, so I can only stand aside."

Hearing this, Gui Puti was stunned. Probably because she remembered her thoughts just now, she suddenly fell silent, and the expression on her face became a little complicated. Xu Han looked at Ghost Subhuti and saw that she was so silent, so he asked, "What was Mother thinking just now?"

Gui Puti raised his head to glance at Xu Han and said, "I miss that bastard Martial Uncle of yours."

Xu Han seemed to have expected such an answer. He did not show too much surprise. Instead, he smiled faintly at that time and said, "That's really good."

"Fortunately?" Gui Puti raised his eyebrows and asked.

"To be able to remember Martial Uncle's Martial Niang, naturally, it should be the same Martial Niang. Isn't that good?"

Ghost Subhuti did not comment on Xu Han's words. Instead, he said at that time, "But what I was thinking was not the good of your bastard Senior Martial Uncle?"

Xu Han seemed to be a little surprised. He couldn't help but ask, "So Senior Martial Uncle did something that Senior Martial Niang didn't like back then?"

"That's a lot. However, my lord does not remember the mistakes of this lowly person and does not have any common knowledge with him. However, there is only one thing that I have always held in mind." Gui Puti said in a relaxed tone. It was unknown whether it was intentional or unintentional. The two of them almost didn't mention their current positions. Their conversation was more like pulling family members to recall their old friends.

"I would like to hear more about it." Xu Han replied with a smile.

Ghost Subhuti hesitated for a moment before nodding his head, "Alright, let me tell you something. You are also a guy who can deceive girls. Help me see if the story your Senior Martial Uncle made up for me back then is true or false."

As she spoke, the gaze in Ghost Subhuti's eyes became deeper. Her calm voice began to tell about the second encounter between him and her.

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