"Flowers, you are cheating!" the black-clothed masked man shouted again when he saw that Hua'er ignored him! His voice fell into the air without echoing.

"Flowers, you're fooling!" the black-clad masked man shouted again with perseverance. His shouts fell into the air again, without echoing.

Suddenly, I felt that in the four corners of the wall, I switched the body of the guard place around the corner, and it became heavy a little bit.

"Not good!" the masked man in black secretly shouted inwardly. However, it was too late---- and by the time he hated himself for feeling sluggish, his body was already under the control of a strange force......

He had an unpleasant feeling that his blood was temporarily clotting......

"Could it be ......" The black-clothed masked man couldn't help but close his eyes, and with his strong internal force, he blocked the abnormal external forces that oppressed him and forced him to escape into a zombie state. Finally, all petrification was stopped, and the black-clad masked man felt breathing easier.

But even so, his body was not completely stopped for a while, from the vitality of moving back and forth from the four corners of the wall to the current rock-like static state!

And when he finally couldn't lift himself up and move, even the strength and thoughts of calling the flowers disappeared in an instant......

The man in black lifted his left and right hands, and found that they had been turned into stone piers, and when he tried to lift his legs, he found that his legs were completely petrified---- and he was now a rectangular stone pier ----- a beacon.

Except for the sound of his shouting, he couldn't find a freer way for a while......

Suddenly, it seemed that a frog came out: "Quack~quack!" and after singing vigorously for a while, it seemed to fall into the water.

After the frogs fell into the water, there was a crisp sound of Qingyue, and suddenly, "quack~quack!", "quack~quack!", "quack~quack!", "quack~quack!", "quack~quack!", and a few frogs chirped, and then the sound of them plunging into the water, those symphonic crispness, the magical sound of water, made the black-clothed masked man instantly haggard......

Tossed by the sad mood for a while, the black-clothed masked man recovered in an instant, the perfect beacon temperament, his figure was black, the morning light was cast into the small and beautiful courtyard, the light in the early morning was a little dazzling, and the sparse expression of the black-clothed masked man suddenly became barren......

"Is this the end of it?" the black-clothed masked man, he didn't believe it, the mighty sword he drew ---- it, it, it missed!

"No, I can't stop!" "When the black-clothed masked man suffered from the emotional turmoil before despair, he was indomitable and mentally engaged in a dialogue with Hua'er......

"Flowers, you are cheating!" the black-clothed masked man shook his spirits again, and shouted at the top of his voice!

There is still no echo, the black-clothed masked man can't count, this is the first time he has called the battle, really, this black-clothed masked man, he is about to give up the theory with the flowers, and in his heart, he has already retreated......

It's like the swarming water, still running forward.

The flowers sit in her boudoir, playing her kite: the music is getting more and more beautiful, and the moonlight is getting more and more pure......

The night breeze blew one after another, and the moonlight leaking under the shadows of the trees was moving, and the moonlight from other places was clearly a still and well-behaved appearance......

Somehow, just now it looked like unruly flowing water, but now it is also like a gentle little goat, the small river flowing through the small courtyard is flowing soothingly, there are some waves on the water surface that can be set off at any time and broken at any time, and the two sides of the river are beginning to present different exotic landscapes......

Suddenly, on both sides of the current, the wind carried by the current, the tiny leaf buds that blow, they are crisp and tender little by little spring sprouts, but they are too young to be negligible.

However, the little girl with two peppers hanging on her sideburns, in order to avoid her mother's big slap, she ran along the flowing water and ran forward like a tailwind!

The little girl, running and running, noticed that there was something new under her feet, and she was delighted to emerge from the soil, as if she was going to wave to herself desperately.

"Well, do you have to greet your companion in this way?" the little girl muttered and smiled cleanly......

After a long time, the little girl turned her head and found that her mother had not followed, so she lifted her little foot and sat down.

Then, lying on the soil with leaf buds, blowing this tender yellow leaf bud, and then touching another leaf bud, she really couldn't suppress the little playful heart, she pulled out the sprouted plant at once---- and so on three times, her little feet had broken a lot of tender leaves......

It didn't take long for her to lie down on the soft soil and play, grabbing a handful of leaves and leaf buds scattered on the ground, and suddenly her little mouth "whirred", and those broken leaves, as if they had been hit by some kind of divine magic, returned directly to the broken stems and leaves that belonged to her, and took the initiative to bond with them!

"Ting Lingling...... Tingling Ling...... Ting Lingling ...... "The music suddenly stopped like a kind of excellent string, and there were silent little houses with a few strange figures walking around.

"Which of us will get out of this place first?" said one of the voices, throwing itself on the balcony like broken crystal clothes, one by one......

The night is getting quieter and the water is getting deeper......

A few small mandarin ducks in the water, gray and wet bodies, under the sun's rays, their figures still exude a strange air......

"Flowers: Why are you always playing strange tunes tonight?" asked Flowers's master, raising his voice.

"Well, Master, let's play a soft tune!" replied the flower, speaking in a voice that was like a natural sound, adding to the soft tune.

Lately, the master of the flowers has been frowning and thinking about some questions about fate.

"Hua'er: Can you trust your life?" Hua'er's master suddenly asked in an easy-going tone. "Master: What is life?" Hua'er asked rhetorically.

"It's something in the dark!" said the flower's master, who looked straight ahead with his eyes in a daze.

"Master, things in the dark are elusive things!" Hua'er immediately stepped down from the moonlit sofa in front of the guzheng, came to the front of the master, and sat on the futon near the master.

"Flowers, you ordinary people, don't sit on the futon like that!" the master suddenly put down her hands and put down the chanting scriptures, she was waiting for the flowers to live her comfortable life...... The flower stood up obediently and lifted the soft futon under her feet: this futon is the color of the blue sky, the fabric is delicate and soft, the filling is fine white clouds, although it is the fresh cloud that the master has just plucked, the fresh blue sky that has just been collected, it still exudes the strange fragrance of the futon, which makes people smell it carefully, just like the master, holding a rosary in his hand, and sitting on it while chanting scriptures......

The flowers carried the new futon and trotted out. When she felt that someone was looking at her and smiling slightly, she quickly turned the back of the blue cloud of the futon on it, and then gently put the futon in her hand on the ground again......

Before sitting on the futon, Hua'er glanced at her master shyly: "Hee-hee......" She couldn't help but chuckle.

Because the flowers saw that the master, who was reciting the scriptures, was not holding a rosary in her hand today, but a precious and well-sourced pearl necklace given to her by her lover......

And her master, who seemed to have fallen into some kind of strange state of cultivation, didn't even hear the light and shallow laughter of the flowers......

Hua'er sat obediently on the back of the futon, waiting for her dear master to discover her presence......

At this moment, the sound of children suddenly frolicking outside......

Hua'er really wanted to stand in front of the window and look at the scenery outside the temple, but since she was sent by the master, as the master's disciple who opened the door, she didn't want to leave so rashly.

Hua'er frowned slightly, and simply closed her eyes to practice her "meditation skills!"

"Meditation Gong" is to rely on the power of closed-door work to transplant the magical, love-like negative ions, natural after the rain, and natural things into the inner body of the cultivator, so that every meditation and inner heart has a pure spiritual environment.

"Meditation Gong" was created by the flowers on the day that the flowers were picked up by the master from the foot of the mountain. This kind of kung fu is bizarre, dangerous, and strange, originating from the nature after the rain, and it is definitely higher than the fresh natural environment, the kind of deep, beautiful realm, so that the flowers often have, and the natural and cool state of cultivation in the depths of tranquility......

If it is said that the practice effect of Master's rosary is "everything is empty", then the effect of Hua'er's "meditation work" is "everything is like the wind".

The highest state of the former is silence.

The highest state of the latter is the extreme speed of the inner realm, and the eternal tranquility after the endless adventure, the interweaving of movement and static, which not only fills the heart with the benign vitality of life, but also makes the infinite surging cultivation hope multi-directional, and finally enables the cultivator to enjoy the tranquil happiness in the depths of the soul...... Hua'er meditated, and the spiritual world that belonged to her for a long time sat in front of the master......

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"Yes, Mom, Chaotian Pepper is already dry!" I saw the little girl, with her two little hands upward, holding Chaotian Pepper high, and saying exaggerated words, and when the flowers quietly opened the curtain, she saw that the little girl's hair was fiery red, like a flame, but as soon as the night wind blew, her hair returned to its black and beautiful flow......

"Sister Window: When will our tanks go to war?" said a little girl. "Curtain: The incident of the masked man in black can be investigated?" asked the window. "Sister Window: What you are talking about is the supernatural incident of the black-clothed masked man! It has been investigated, he is ......" only to hear the curtain crouching in the ear of the window, and said extremely mysteriously.