Chapter Seventy-Three: The Butterfly Hairpin

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Don't?

There is a conjecture in my heart that I dare not guess.

Liluo looked at Qinghe in disbelief, only to see that the old man was still there thinking carefully, thinking about it for a long time, and he did not refute the words of the ancestor.

"Elder Qinghe, what does this mean?" Ning Yunfei couldn't help but say.

Hearing Ning Yunfei ask, Qinghe tilted his head and thought about it, looked at Liluo, and paused, "This little doll seems to be unable to cultivate the art of Inner Dan." ”

"Just can't?" The word never came out with Nedan, he knew that this person would not lie when it was right, and it was exactly like this, Elder Shu didn't have the heart to worry about Qinghe, and asked out loud.

"Hmm. However, Qinghe didn't explain, just answered, turned to the ancestor, with a little understanding, as if saying a fact, "This little doll, you probably also wanted to be an apprentice, but you are the best at the art of inner dan, and you can't help it, so you can't, so you bring nothingness." ”

"Yes. "The ancestor happily agreed.

"Moreover, although what you said to the head of the house is to let this little doll worship in nothingness, but from the beginning, you wanted her to worship, I am afraid that the old man is the only one. ”

"How can there be such a brazen person in the world. Hearing this, as if he had heard something unbearable, Elder Shu hurriedly covered his ears, walked to the side, shook his head and muttered. However, he didn't expect that his cousin, whom he had always respected, was not uncomfortable with this, and even responded lightly, "Yes." ”

"I see. With a kind smile on his face, Qinghe patted Liluo's shoulder, and after passing her, he was like a lazy bone, "There is still tea, I'll take a sip." ”

"Eh, you know something, you say. Elder Shu was puzzled when he heard this, and hurriedly asked, he hated this old Taoist priest pretending to be profound.

However, at this time, Qinghe really didn't say anything, Ning Yunfei saw him doing this, he also smiled kindly, although he also had questions in his heart, but he didn't choose to ask.

"Boss, the disciples of Qingzhifeng have something important to report. ”

Suddenly, the sound of a disciple's announcement came from outside the door of the side hall.

"Haha, you're done. He was holding tea here, drinking and smiling, and when he heard the news, as if he was overjoyed, Qinghe did not hide his schadenfreude at all, and laughed at the old man.

"What happened?"

The disciple entered, and when he heard this, he knelt down directly, his expression was very flustered.

"Disciple...... The disciple will take good care of the flowers, but, but ......"

"Don't rush, you take your time. Ning Yunfei frowned, "That flower, what kind of flower is it?" As if he thought of it, he hurriedly asked, "But the flower that the forbidden land moved to Qingzhi Peak?"

"Yes, exactly. The disciple hurriedly answered.

"What happened to the flowers?"

The disciple cautiously glanced up at Ning Yunfei, swallowed slightly, forcibly suppressed the concerns in his heart, and said, "The disciple was assigned by the deacon to carry the magic weapon of the Clear Divine Sense to take care of this flower. The disciple knew the preciousness of this flower, and he took a lot of effort to cultivate it every day, but just an hour ago, when the disciple went to look at it again, he found that the flower was ...... The flower died. ”

"Dead?" Not to mention Ning Yunping, Elder Shu and Qinghe and the three of them, even the ancestor had a faint surprise in his heart. He knew about this flower, and when he was not out of the Ning family, he already knew about this flower that had lived for tens of millions of years, and he originally thought that maybe when he fell, this flower would still be alive, but he didn't think that it would be like this, so he died.

"I see. Flowers bloom and fall, and they have their own fixed number. Ning Yunfei said gently, "So you don't have to blame yourself and worry, just step back first." ”

It's just that after saying this, he didn't pay attention to the disciple who retreated on his own with a sigh of relief, but moved his gaze to the little girl on the side.

But I don't know.

She just thought of one thing out of the blue.

Before, at the ceremony, Yun Wanshuang took advantage of her unpreparedness and used magic to knock off her bun. At that time, she felt that her arm was stabbed by a sharp weapon, and she subconsciously raised her hand to hide most of it, because there were so many things that happened at that time, and she couldn't find out what caused the feeling of being stabbed.

And now, she remembers the butterfly hairpin that she put in her sleeve.

"He used to say that this hairpin could let me know the malice of others as a precaution, so later, he didn't understand why I was burned to death by the fire......"

Ah Xuan's sad words still came to her ears, and she unconsciously clenched her cuffs, isn't it......

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that such suspicions were possible, otherwise why did the flower die?

"Chang Li, you come. Ning Yunfei saw the little girl's thoughtful appearance and called softly.

Taken aback, he walked towards Ning Yunfei with some hesitation, and was secretly thinking about whether the head of the sect had gained insight into the connection between the butterfly hairpin and the beauty of the girl, but he heard Wen Jun man say, "Speaking of which, it is a great ceremony and an apprentice, I almost forgot that Changli had just woken up from that dream, and even the Qinghe Elder who was the best at dreaming in the void was not allowed to enter, presumably Changli could break free from it, and it took a lot of effort." ”

"It's okay, it's just a fluke. Thinking of the white strings of paper flying in the sky on her seventeenth birthday, she pursed her lips and whispered.

"Don't be presumptuous about long-term separation. If you can't stick to the last trace of clarity in your heart, even if you encounter a fluke, you can escape. Ning Yun smiled slightly, "It's just that for thousands of years, whether it is the trial of the sea of flowers, or simply taking care of the viewing, there has never been anything that happened to Chang Li." Even if we are the elders of the Void Sect, we can't understand the details, I don't know, Changli would like to tell us a thing or two?"

I'm afraid I have to ask about the situation in the dream.

Liluo guessed in his heart that they might want to see if they could know the cause of the flower defeat through the situation.

Thoughts flashed in her mind, and she began to whisper a rough description.

narrates that once in Kyoto 10,000 years ago, there was such a magnificent eldest princess, because of love and hate, stubbornly imprisoned herself in a conjured immortal mansion, and could not let go of her forever......

"Delusion, delusion. After hearing this, Elder Shu let out a long sigh and shook his head not optimistically.

But the ancestor glanced at Liluo, and somewhat understood the slight change after waking up from Junzi Peak. Whether she can let go of it now, after all, this child has seen the life of such an obsessed woman, and it must be more or less sobering and persuasive for her.

In this way, this flower defeat is also a blessing for the woman. "For a long time, Ning Yunyi said.

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