As night fell, Zhu Tong walked slowly up the mountain and sat down next to Mo Yu.
The sky was completely dark, the moon had not yet risen, the canyon was dark, and the glimmer from the butterfly cave was particularly conspicuous.
Looking up at the stars in the sky, I felt a little sad and then my eyebrows were raised again; Ye Er refused to write, but no matter how much the flower persuaded her, it was useless.
Zhu Tong thought for a while and found that there was no good idea for the time being. He restrained his distracting thoughts, adjusted his breathing and slowly entered the state of Pengma.
Cookie refused to live in the Butterfly Cave. He set up a tent not far outside the cave early. He dressed thinly in summer, which was indeed inconvenient.
The fragrance is everywhere in the butterfly cave. A steam lamp is hung on the stone wall. A row of bunks are spread out under the lamp. Flowers are wearing sexy underwear and rolling comfortably on it.
Ye'er was still feeding butterflies by the pool, and she was happy about this activity.
Duanhua insisted on staying at Ye'er climbing the mountain in the afternoon, but she fell down within a few steps; Ye'er climbed to the middle of the mountain easily. Aunt Die said that Duanhua's muscles and bones were lazier in Shanghai.
Aunt Die stroked the flower's shoulder, and there was a piece of swelling. She looked at Ye'er and then at her daughter, as if she was thinking about a very complicated question.
Aunt Die's face flashed with pale flashes, and she said to Ye'er with a trembling voice: "Miss Su, take the knife for me."
"What kind of knife?" Ye'er looked around, there was no knife beside him.
"Cut the hatchet, there." Aunt Die pointed at the corner of the pool, where some farm tools and debris were piled up.
Ye'er walked over without caring, flipped over a few times, and saw a hatchet.
Strangely, there is a goose-yellow amber embedded in the handle of the knife.
A distant flute sound suddenly appeared on the mountain peak.
The sound of the flute only emits a clear note and ends suddenly. The ethereal and ancient lingering sound is like the sky opening, lingering in the quiet canyon, and it has not been extinguished for a long time.
Zhu Tong opened his eyes and shouted softly: "Fanxing."
Sure enough, there was a young Taoist priest in ragged clothes but refreshing and clean.
"Why are you here?" Zhu Tong asked with a smile. Not to mention what level of cultivation Fan Xing can sit opposite him without him realizing it, just this ethereality is not far from Taoist Zhu.
"I've been wandering around." Fan Xing's face was filled with tranquility, and the smile in his eyes was as bright as the stars above his head.
"Are you... going to leave?" Zhu Tong asked curiously and a little worriedly.
For some reason, he was afraid that Fan Xing would follow the footsteps of Taoist Zhu in the footsteps and take the last step.
"The wind of the master is high and the mountains are long and the river is long. If the heart of the ordinary heart has not reached the one that of the master, his cultivation is more than a thousand miles away from the master. There is no noise of lights and wine here, there is the tranquility of the breeze and the moon. Only here can the ethereality of the ordinary heart be here. After entering the mortal world, the mortal star is still a mortal.
Zhu Tong understood and praised: "The God's thoughts cannot be overcome. You will become an immortal sooner or later."
"How can I explain this?" Fan Xing said in surprise.
"This sentence has a great origin. The God's sense of the word, the inability to think is the words that the Taoist priest said when he was a young man. Sooner or later, it is my father's evaluation of the Taoist priest." Zhu Tong took out the wooden box from his arms. , took out the letter left by his father and handed it to Fanxing.
Fan Xing took it, unfolded it, and read it carefully. As long as there was a little starlight, the night was nothing to Fan Xin and Zhu Tong.
After reading it, Fanxing smiled on his lips and handed him to the Tong: "The God's meaning cannot be overcome. Thank you, Brother Zhu, Fanxin reads this letter and knows that Master's immortal traces are greater than the heaven."
Zhu Tong saw the bamboo flute in Fan Xing's sleeve, and whipped it over and played with it in his hand.
The green bamboo flute shines with waves, as if it has just been soaked in water. It is held in the hand, but it is extremely heavy. The most strange thing is that there is only one sound hole on the flute.
"This bamboo is the heart of the ink bamboo. It took Fanxing two months to find this bamboo. He just punched the first sound hole yesterday. Coincidentally, his first audition was also heard by Brother Zhu." Fanxing
It's not without self-satisfaction.
"Don't compete with me." Zhu Tong suddenly said, holding up the bamboo flute and threatening, "If you don't agree, I will throw it down."
"Please." Fan Xing looked at Zhu Tong without blinking.
"It's better to do this. There are still thirty-one months left at that time. In the last month, if Senior Brother Fanxing hasn't left yet, we will have another competition and the winner will be able to go to Fanjing Mountain."
"This is the best." Fan Xing reached out to take the bamboo flute; "Master has a ruler and a half bamboo sword. If Fan Xing cannot find a handy magic weapon, he is not qualified to compete with Senior Brother Zhu. It is not qualified enough. Not all bamboos
All can be for the flute.”
The moment Zhu Tong saw the bamboo flute, he felt a powerful threat from the mortal stars, and they were competing for a dangerous and unpredictable qualification.
Suddenly, two young masters who are expected to be comparable to the Living Buddha of Sounda. If he knew that there were two young people competing for the qualification to fight him at this time, he would have to be amused and cry.
A meteor crossed the galaxy, and both of them couldn't help but look up. The stars dotted around the new moon, mysterious and desolate. At this moment, they were both forgotten, as if they were immersed in the galaxy within reach.
"Huh!" Fan Xingxin was confused and looked down at the direction of the butterfly cave.
Zhu Tong also felt restless. To be precise, the Butterfly God was restless. His screams were "not good", and his body rose up like a meteor and rushed towards the butterfly hole.
In the butterfly hole, Ye'er held the hatchet, and a cold spread from her arm to the top of her head.
Immediately afterwards, her whole body was surrounded by the coldness, and she seemed to fall into an ice cave.
She was so scared that she felt numb all over. She was eager to get rid of this feeling, but she wanted to scream but found that she couldn't open her mouth. From the top of her head to the toes, every inch of her muscles trembled slightly due to numbness.
"Have you found it?" Aunt Die's voice came into her heart.
Ye'er couldn't help but answer: "Finished."
After saying this, Ye Ermeng felt relieved. She walked to Aunt Die with soft steps and handed over the hatchet.
"Child, I can't use it anymore, I can't use it anymore in the future." Aunt Die looked at her lovingly, slowly stretched out her hand, and pressed her chest.
Ye'er immediately felt a fire igniting there, and her body was burning everywhere.
At this moment, Zhu Tong broke into the butterfly cave and was stunned when he saw this scene.
It’s time to happen, and Ye’er has changed. She holds the divine amber in her hand! Aunt Butterfly passed the Butterfly God to Ye’er!
In the afternoon, when Aunt Die asked for the Amber of God, he should have noticed it. Before, when Aunt Die said to Duanhua, "This is no longer our home", he should have thought of this possibility. Aunt Die has been hesitating, she wants
When getting married to Wang Xiangjian, the Butterfly God must be passed on, but I didn’t think about whether to pass it on to Duanhua or Yeer.
Now, Aunt Die finally decided that she passed the Butterfly God to Ye'er.
Things were too sudden, and Zhu Tong couldn't figure it out for a moment. After accepting the Divine Legend, was the butterfly God good or bad for Ye'er?
Fan Xing also walked in. He looked at Ye Er in a trance, then looked at Zhu Tong, and laughed three times.
Zhu Tong stepped in front of Ye'er and grabbed her wrist.
Ye'er's face was as red as fire and her breathing was rapid, and she was stunned and she didn't resist.
Zhu Tongdu entered a little bit of true energy and understood the situation in Ye'er's body. He also experienced the magical transmission. At this time, the fire in Ye'er's body was burning strong and he had no feeling about everything outside.
It's just a bit strange. The Butterfly God was originally a pair, a red butterfly and a white butterfly. That magical transmission was not complete, but the result was that the red butterfly was on him, and the white butterfly was still on Aunt Butterfly. If it was divided according to Yin and Yang
In other words, the red butterfly belongs to the yang, and the white butterfly is Yin. There is a white butterfly on Ye'er's chest, so she should feel cold, not as hot as she is now.
Zhu Tong pulled out the dragon star hair and prepared to use its coldness to help Ye Er.
"Run." Aunt Die suddenly said.
"Run?" Zhu Tong stopped and asked in confusion.
"Run." Aunt Die nodded seriously; "When my mother told me to run, I ran on the mountain for a day and a night."
Zhu Tong stopped hesitating and pulled Ye'er and ran away. He just realized that the heat in Ye'er's body did not come from the white butterfly, but the result of her body's resistance to outsiders. The white butterfly's coolness inspired her to practice successfully
The puff and mahjong work condenses the true fire in the body and burns the butterfly god.
The Butterfly God entered the body, and Ye'er's body was in the process of fighting and fusion with the Butterfly God. At this time, any external help was invading her. Running could generate heat, which was the best choice.
The canyon is not big, with the streams in the valley running through the rocks and there are no large open spaces for running. Now it is dark again, and you may miss the air or trip if you are not careful.
Zhu Tong held Ye'er's wrist tightly, looking for every space where he could land, almost dragging her and taking her to run.
It started to be quite difficult, and Ye'er staggered, all with Zhu Tong. Gradually, the heat in Ye'er's body began to fade away and her body became lighter. She began to consciously avoid the danger, and Zhu Tong's tight heart
Just relaxed a little.
There was a huge rock in front of them. This was the fifth time they had run to the place where the boat was stopped at the entrance of the gorge.
I wish the child a little toe and his body jumped up onto a huge rock.
The leaves were like a weightless leaf, floating up with Zhu Tong's wrist and gently fell onto the huge rock.
It only took a few minutes from the beginning to the present. During this period, he had resentment and understanding of Aunt Butterfly. Finally, he felt that there was an extra Butterfly God in Ye'er's body, which seemed not unacceptable.
Zhu Tong took a peek at the sight. Ye Er's hair was scattered and her face turned red, but her eyes were as clear as water. She knew she was running, and she knew who led her to run, and there was even a slight smile on her face. He could feel the white butterfly being
Accepted by Ye'er, the elf hovered around Ye'er's Danzhong point, as if he was dissatisfied with this new residence and refused to enter for a long time.
Here, the breeze and the moon are left alone, and the mountains and rivers are quiet... Zhu Tong stopped and wanted to say something, Ye'er's soft hands suddenly became a little stiff, and she was trying to break free.
The little liar immediately gave up the urge to express his heart, clenched Ye'er's little hand, jumped off the boulder, and continued to run.
I have had two failed experiences before, so how could Zhu Tong easily give up such a rare opportunity! He wants to keep Ye'er in this state, the longer the better.
Jumping off the boulder and crossing the clear stream, Zhu Tong took Ye'er out of the canyon and ran to the darker but wider world outside the valley.
Ye'er struggled for a moment at the beginning, and couldn't get away, so he had to follow him, follow him, and run with him.
After running for a hundred meters, the rhythm of the two gradually coincided, and Ye'er's hands became soft as cotton again.
Zhu Tong secretly praised it, his fingers trembled slightly, and the first word "qi" was drawn on Ye'er's delicate wrist. The trembling of his fingers was so subtle that Ye'er didn't feel much. This was the effect Zhu Tong needed.
.
He deliberately adjusted his rhythm and led Ye'er to let the two of them run at the same rhythm, creating a tacit understanding between them and affect Ye'er's feelings. Now, the two of them are
The body reached a tacit understanding again, and Zhu Tong wanted to further bring Ye'er into the Pengma realm, a Pengma realm that belongs only to the two of them.
There is also the Butterfly God, who are two elves who naturally attract each other. If Ye'er resists again, he can't say anything, so he can only use some shameful means.