Han Yiming was surprised, this pair of butterflies looked so big, it was already amazing, but it was able to hide so many butterflies in its wings, it was really unexpected! The butterfly fluttered in the air, followed by countless pink butterflies and colorful butterflies, and instantly decorated this flower field with a lot of color.

A steady stream of butterflies poured out from the black butterfly's wings, and Han Yiming was refreshed. After a while, she sighed: "Your pair of butterflies are so wonderful!" The girl said: "It's just a pair of butterflies, but this pair of butterflies is the only pair in the world." Han Yiming was very proud when he heard her words, so he said, "What do you call these butterflies?" The girl said, "They are called broken jade and flowing gold." Well, this one is called flowing gold. She reached out and led the butterfly down her shoulder, and her crystal clear fingers carried the gold all the way to him. Han Yiming took a look, looked up at the flying black butterfly in the sky and said, "Is that one a broken jade?"

The girl said, "Yes, that's broken jade." Han Yiming looked at it carefully for a moment, unable to distinguish between them, and the girl said: "How stupid is you! How can there be such a stupid person as you, there are a pair of small white spots on the wings of broken jade, do you see it? Where could Han Yiming see the small white dots on the roots of the broken jade wings in the sky, and it was difficult to distinguish the size of the broken jade from the flowing gold, but when he heard her say the truth, he only said on the side: "I see!"

Suddenly, there was a thorn in his back, and Han Yiming immediately turned his head, only to see that Zishang was standing behind him at some point. A pair of purple eyes looked at him coldly. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, Zishang has always been elusive, and it was not a surprise to appear behind him at this time, but she was weird, I didn't know if she would be unhappy when she saw herself talking to the girl. Han Yiming had just finished thinking here, and sure enough, he heard Zishang say coldly: "What are you doing here?"

Han Yiming said: "Meet the seniors." He gave a salute and said in a straight voice: "My master sent me to send an object to my seniors. As he spoke, he stretched out his left hand, which was clenched into a fist. Zishang took a look at it and said, "You come with me." He walked straight past him to the door of the hut. The door to the hut opened, and she stepped inside. Han Yiming followed behind and walked to the door of the house, and a cold wind was already blowing on his face.

The girl had long since disappeared, and Han Yiming walked to the front of the house, only to see that the scene in the purple hut was no longer the one he had seen before. The grass and trees that had been laid on the ground like a blanket were completely gone. The ground was covered with snow and ice, and the sky above the snowy peaks in the distance was blue, but the sky was gray in the distance. At a glance, Han Yiming had caught a glimpse of the snow peak that was like a sharp blade plunging straight into the clouds, and there was a light veil mist, covering the top of the snow peak. And among them, what Han Yiming recognized at a glance was a snow lotus with fluffy white hairs on its leaves and thick stems at the foot of the snowy mountain!

Han Yiming recognized at a glance that this was a snow lotus, which was the same as the snow lotus that he dug up at the foot of the snow peak, and later gave it to the purple clothes that were broken into two pieces by the purple clothes. It's just that this snow lotus is much bigger than the other, and although it is not as thick as Ziyi's spirit body that he saw in the meditation courtyard, it is as tall as his chest. Han Yiming's eyes were sharp, and he also saw a bud wrapped in a calyx among the thick leaves. If it weren't for the snow-like petals that appeared in the buds, Han Yiming wouldn't have known that it was a bud.

He could see it, and suddenly noticed that Zi Shang's purple eyes were cold to him, and he immediately came back to his senses. I saw Zishang looking at herself, and quickly withdrew her eyes, only looking at the ice and snow below. After a while, she said, "Come in!" Han Yiming lowered his head and walked into the house, although the room was a world of ice and snow, he didn't feel how cold it was. As soon as Zi Shang's hand was raised, there was a "bang" behind Han Yiming, Han Yiming looked back and saw that there was no door behind him, he was already standing on top of the vast snow peaks, and behind him were rolling snow mountains, several sharp peaks, slowly extending towards the edge of the boundless heaven and earth.

Zishang's illusion was so superb, Han Yiming was amazed, and after a while, Zishang said, "What did you send?" Han Yiming said: "The disciple doesn't know." "I stretched out my left hand, which was still a fist, and I couldn't see what was in it. Zi Sheng looked at his left hand for a moment, slowly approached, stretched out his hand, and a cold finger lightly touched his fist, Han Yiming's left hand was released, and his heart was empty!

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, his left hand never let go along the way! But he looked at the palm of his hand, and there was really nothing, and when he raised his head, he saw Zishang looking at his left hand for a long time, looking at it carefully, and wanted to ask her what she was looking at, but he couldn't help it. Zishang looked at it for a moment, then stretched out his hand again, and lit a little on his outstretched palm, a wisp of white yarn-like light smoke rose from his palm, Han Yiming's eyes widened, but he didn't know what to say!

Zishang ignored him completely, as if he hadn't seen him, the wisp of light smoke was faintly transparent, and a few words faintly revealed to Han Yiming's side, Han Yiming tried his best to see it, but he couldn't see it clearly. Zishang took a look at it, blew it lightly, and the wisp of light smoke dissipated without a trace, but Zishang was fascinated by the white smoke that had dissipated. Han Yiming didn't make a sound to urge, taking advantage of the fact that Zishang was not paying attention, and took a closer look at the snow lotus. The stems and veins of the snow lotus are very old, slightly purple, I don't know if the purple clothes regret the past, and they are more and more interested in this snow lotus. The master uncle returned her spiritual root and spiritual stamen to her, and her cultivation can no longer be restrained, and she is even more powerful than before!

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard Zishang say, "You go back!" Han Yiming didn't ask much, bowed his head and bowed, and said, "Disciple farewell." He took a few steps back, and with a "yah" behind him, the door of the hut opened, and Han Yiming exited the door. The door of the house closed, Han Yiming sighed softly, and looked around, the girl was still nowhere to be seen, only the two huge black butterflies of broken jade and flowing gold flew and stopped. At this time, the butterflies in the field have disappeared, this flower field is so quiet that people are a little desolate, this extremely beautiful place, at this time, I don't feel beautiful at all, but feel very desolate.

Han Yiming didn't dare to stay there for long, turned around and flew away from the flower field, and only sighed softly when he flew far away. Although the flower field of the purple dress is beautiful, it is extremely silent, not the quiet of Lingshan, which makes people's hearts peaceful, but the silence that makes people feel a little pitiful! She must not have come to this place, she has been practicing here alone all these years, facing the crystal-like girl, and those flowers. Even the moment when that girl came to this world will not be long, how did she come over those lonely years?

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