Wandering in the world of martial arts

Butterfly!

Everyone's eyes fell on Yue Yuan, and on the butterfly with trembling wings that landed on Dao Gongzi's crown.

Because in the eyes of everyone, the butterfly that accompanied Shang Xiufang's sword dance was a kind of destiny, a kind of fate.

The colorful butterfly dances because of the sword, and dances because of Shang Xiufang!

In the eyes of others, this butterfly represents Shang Xiufang herself, and it can only be seen from a distance, but it is the object that everyone wants to blaspheme.However, the butterfly Qingwu is not something anyone can catch, it needs the butterfly to dock by itself.

After the sword dance, the flying butterfly represented everyone's thoughts.

in fact--

Basically all the men expect the butterfly to fly to them, if it doesn't work, they can just fly out, but Yue Yuan doesn't care much about it.

But as the colorful butterfly landed on his head, Yue Yuan couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

On the stage.

The long sword in Shang Xiufang's hand was already in its sheath. She did not leave directly after the dance like Dong Shuni, but stood among the peony flowers and watched the butterfly's final return.

After all, it fell on the handsome and outrageous Taoist priest in the audience.

Master Dao, Yue Yuan!

It's just that when this idea first came up, everyone present was startled, and then they were all stunned, even Wei Zhenzhen and Bai Qing'er who were standing behind Yue Yuan were dumbfounded.Under everyone's gaze, the colorful butterfly hiding on the Taoist crown was pecked to death by the little eagle standing by.

It seems that he dislikes the colorful butterfly occupying his territory. When the butterfly landed on the Taoist crown for a while, the figure of the colorful butterfly has already fallen into Xiao Diao's eyes.

Snapped!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Cai Die, who represented the incarnation choice of Shang Xiufang, the most talented woman in the world, was buried on Xiao Diao's mouth.

With a flutter of wings, the body of the butterfly fell from Yue Yuan's Taoist crown.

Delicate and helpless.

Very pitiful.

For a moment, in the eyes of many people, it seemed that they saw a very angry thing. In an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on Xiao Diao who stayed on Yue Yuan's head and occupied all the places.

Shaking its little wings, Xiao Diao also seemed to have noticed the fierce eyes of everyone looking at it.

Tilting his head, Xiao Diao let out a chirping roar, turned his head away, and ignored everyone's gaze completely.

Yes!

It is ignoring!

This is what other people [***] agree with.

Even Wei Zhenzhen and Bai Qing'er who were standing beside felt that this little eagle seemed to be much smarter than when they bought it a few days ago, and they didn't know if this little eagle had found his true love. Homecoming has become like this.

Although they all knew that fierce birds like eagle eagles were very smart, the ignoring gesture of the little eagle just now still made people a little surprised.

certainly--

Besides, Wei Zhenzhen felt a pity in her heart.

When the butterfly was pecked to death by the little eagle just now, Wei Zhenzhen's heart couldn't help trembling a little, it seemed that the little eagle pecked to death was not the butterfly, but Shang Xiufang, the most talented woman in the world.This has to say the feeling of Shang Xiufang's sword dance and butterfly coordination.

"Uh……"

Compared to other people, Yue Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or get annoyed.Ever since the little eagle was scared by the eagle in Dugu Feng's hand and climbed on top of his head, the little eagle almost used his hair as a nest.Coupled with the experience of Heshibi's supernatural radiation, he also saved his life. As for the other effects on the bird, it is still unknown for the time being.But Xiao Diao seems to be very energetic, at least much better than his own situation.

You must know that Yue Yuan is still an injured person right now.

No matter how good the healing effect of the Longevity Realm was, it couldn't heal one's own injuries in just one day.

Yue Yuan didn't care about other people's gazes, turned his head, looked at the butterfly's body that fell in his palm, Yue Yuan sighed, and cast an apologetic look at Shang Xiufang.

After all, the timing of the butterfly's appearance was too right, yet too wrong.

"..."

Shang Xiufang frowned slightly, a trace of sadness flashed across her face, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

A girl who takes the route of literature and art is destined to hurt spring and autumn, for the sake of the world, for the change of seasons in autumn and winter, for the flowers to bloom and wither, and even the death of butterflies.As the most talented woman in the world, Shang Xiufang can be regarded as a literary girl.

The death of Caidie obviously made people feel distressed.

If Houhou saw this, he might have made a fuss about it, and would even make a point of attacking Xiaodiao. As for Shi Feixuan, she would at most express her sighs at Butterfly's corpse and talk about Buddhist classics. There will be no two girls who are sad.

"Master Dao, can you give it to me?"

Walking down the stage slowly, Shang Xiufang came to Yue Yuan at a leisurely pace, but her gaze was fixed on the butterfly in Yue Yuan's palm, and she asked softly.

Without asking how the music and dancing were, her eyes were completely attracted by the butterfly's corpse.

"Forgive me!"

Spreading out his palm and handing it to Shang Xiufang, Yue Yuan also said with some embarrassment: "My little Diao's surname is a little lively, I'm sorry!"

Although Yue Yuan is a Taoist, he doesn't have the feelings of a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.In Xiao Diao's eyes, this butterfly is like a flying insect, flapping its wings in front of it, no doubt like a mosquito flying beside a frog.

The results speak for themselves.

Yue Yuan would not say clearly that the butterfly was looking for death by himself, but handed it over with a gentle smile.

"My lord, thank you!"

With a salute, Shang Xiufang stretched out her slender fingers, and took the butterfly's body from Yue Yuan's palm with great care and pity.

Shang Xiufang has excellent skin, which can be described as a natural beauty.The skin of many women that Yue Yuan has seen will be more or less affected by martial arts, but the girl in front of her is a natural born with serious skills, and she does not have martial arts.

The skin is as white as jade, and even gives people a glowing feeling.

The temperature of Shang Xiufang's fingers was a little low, and when her fingertips touched Yue Yuan's palm, it gave off a cold feeling.

The fingertips touched the palm slightly, and then parted.

That feeling left traces in the hearts of both parties.

"..."

Seeing this, Wang Shichong at the side had a flash of envy on his bearded face, and then said: "Master Shang pities this butterfly so much, I think Master Shang is going to make a grave for it!"

Wang Shichong's words made Shang Xiufang's eyes light up.

Apparently Wang Shichong's words reached Shang Xiufang's heart, and the original hurt eyes also returned to the usual water-like pupils, and the water-cut pupils blinked and blinked.

"Of course!"

Wang Shichong turned his head, his eyes fell on Yue Yuan, and he said: "This colorful butterfly died tragically under Yue Gongzi's pet sculpture, so he must be responsible for this tomb! Thinking about it, everyone still hopes to see this colorful butterfly have a happy life." Your destination!" Having said that, Wang Shichong cast a reassuring look at Yue Yuan.

This Wang Shichong! ! !

Facing Wang Shichong's gaze, Yue Yuan was going to chat with Wang Shichong casually, settle the matter with Shibi casually, and leave Luoyang, which has become dangerous for him, but what Wang Shichong said, Yue Yuan It's really not good for Yuan to refuse.

In order to reconcile with Shibi, Wang Shichong and even his niece and even Shang Xiufang are also planning, it really is a hero mentality!

Wang Shichong obviously got a general idea of ​​the Heshibi incident last night.But with his scruples about himself, he would only take a roundabout route.

He is scruples about himself, scruples about magic, scruples about Buddhism, but Wang Shichong still wants to draw chestnuts out of the fire.

Even if there is only a slight chance, Wang Shichong must press on.

In the blink of an eye, Yue Yuan had already analyzed the purpose of Wang Shichong's actions in his heart, and he might still be Dong Shuni as bait.

Sensing Shang Xiufang's gaze, Yue Yuan retracted his thoughts, nodded and said with a smile: "If it's okay with Shang, then naturally I don't have any problems!"

After pondering for a while, Shang Xiufang nodded, but agreed.

afternoon.

Shang Xiufang's residence.

Under the big tree in the yard, Shang Xiufang, Wei Zhenzhen, Bai Qing'er, and Wang Shichong's niece Dong Shuni made a small earth pit under the peony flowers in the yard, and then the four girls took the colorful butterfly with tears in their eyes. Slowly put it in, and then sprinkle the soil on it little by little.

Not only that, Shang Xiufang, who is a talented woman, even made a eulogy for the dead butterfly, and then read it affectionately.

Dong Shuni who was standing on the side kept nodding her head, and at the same time looked at Yue Yuan with a charming look from time to time.

As for Wei Zhenzhen, she looked ignorant, because of her background, Wei Zhenzhen was inferior to Shang Xiufang, a literary girl, and Dong Shuni whose uncle was Wang Shichong, but she was kind and simple. Although I don't know what I'm talking about, I have a strong and sad feeling, which matches my own mood, which is normal.

But Bai Qing'er was different, she was born in the Yingui sect, she understood these things, but right now she could only use a kind of ignorant sadness to express her emotions, and she was sad with Wei Zhenzhen.

corner.

Yue Yuan and the little eagle on top of his head stared blankly at the woman who was busy in front of him and then mourned the spring and autumn together.

The sadness of a literary fan!

One who can seduce himself while pretending to be sad!

One is ignorant and sad!

And a lament of a fake heart!

The seemingly harmonious picture somehow caused Yue Yuan to shiver involuntarily, and his right eyelid twitched several times.Of course, what made Yue Yuan shiver inexplicably was not because of the scene in front of him, but because of the woman herself.

strange!

What am I worried about?

"Well?!"

Fumbling for his chin with one hand, Yue Yuan turned around slowly, not paying attention to the movements of the four girls for the time being, but letting his eyes look outside through the window.

far away.

under the sunset.

On the roof, dressed in a blue monk's robe, Shi Feixuan stood quietly on it, watching the setting sun set in the west.

It's like watching the final curtain of the Great Sui Dynasty. (To be continued.)