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In the years after a long time of suffering, the place of the Temple of Heaven Qinghe Cup, with the death of Xiangjun Xiang Qixue and others, is no longer known. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And the Qionghua Flower Festival, which was founded by Hanahime Ji Wuhua, has gradually disappeared into the flower world. However, as long as you have experienced that period and have really gotten along with Hua Ji, you will never be able to forget the Miaoman figure who fell from the sky and gently landed on the lotus cup in the midst of thousands of flowers.

At this time, a gust of wind blows, and out of nowhere, a magnificent rain of flowers floats from nowhere, which is colorful, and the seven-colored flowers that bloom in all seasons around the platform complement each other.

"Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing. ”

Perhaps it was the recent encounter that made the mood particularly gloomy, Qin Xiaochuan stepped on the Temple of Heaven and raised his hand to catch the falling flowers, but what came out of his mouth were the above two ominous verses. However, at this moment, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and a light purple light fell from the sky and fell on the human-high stone carved lotus leaf in the middle of the circular square.

A lotus is alone, shaped like a cup, in the midst of thousands of flowers, and appropriately blends with the light.

"I don't believe that Fangchun is tired of being old, and the old man has sent the rest of the spring several times; cherishing the spring is not frequent, and the clever smiles and songs are all my wishes; "With the sound of the man's soft chanting of poetry, three points of elegance, seven points of seriousness, under the dim light, the strange petals scattered with the wind again. Let the flowers in front of the Temple of Heaven stand with Qin Xiaochuan, and the Xiangjun Xiang Qixue, who has not had time to pass on to the owner here, couldn't help but say "Huh".

Before the voice fell, a purple-clothed figure had already appeared on the Qinghe cup.

The Lord of the Temple of Heaven had already sensed it the moment Qin Xiaochuan stepped into the Temple of Heaven, holding a bouquet of flowers, falling from the sky, stepping barefoot in the middle of the Qinghe Cup. Ji Wuhua has light purple hair, wears a flower crown on her head, her face is like jade, and her lips are dotted with vermilion; her face is elegant and dusty, and her expression is cold; her bare feet are small and exquisite, so she casually raises her sleeves and sits down on her knees on the smooth and cold stone surface, and her blue and purple skirt is gently covered, blooming like a flower in an arc. As soon as she raised her hand, she lowered her head slightly, supported her forehead with five fingers, and gently twisted the bouquet with her other hand and put it on the tip of her nose to sniff, but did not raise her head, but she had already whispered: "It's the aroma of Ganoderma lucidum." ”

Although it's very light, only a little bit, but it's still sniffed out by Hanahime, who gets along with flowers all year round.

is also a human elf, in fact, there is a considerable degree of sensitivity. Qin Xiaochuan clenched his fist and annihilated the Zizhi aura that had inadvertently overflowed from his fingertips, and when he looked up again, he was already staring at Ji Wuhua who was on the Qinghe cup.

Ji Wuhua has a pair of eyes that seem to be cold but are actually clear. The fragrance of the flowers is calm, the wind stops, and the rich aroma around it surrounds it more and more, so that everyone who steps into the Temple of Heaven can feel the illusion of being surrounded by flowers, as if they are in the warmest hot spring.

Qin Xiaochuan's hands relaxed, and he felt that his whole person was relaxed.

Xiang Qixue stepped forward first and stood in front of the Qinghe Cup to show respect: "Hua Ji." "In the minds of the people in the flower world in this area, the Lord of the Temple of Heaven, who is like the incarnation of the flower god, has an extremely lofty position. He stepped forward and handed over the flower seeds in his hand and a copy of the Demon Painted Flower Book.

But Ji Wuhua didn't take it. She lowered her head and sniffed the fragrance of flowers again, her eyes still staring at Qin Xiaochuan: "It's you." I've heard of you. "It's the message of the Wind Scars. Once in the battle of Lonely Peak, the Demon Flow Sword clearly stabbed the heart, but the opponent did not die in the process, which made the Wind Scar deeply memorable.

"Qin Xiaochuan, the dawn of dawn, the river of forgetting. ”

Qin Xiaochuan thought for a while, and faced Hua Ji, a fellow of the demon world, he first said two words: "Hello." ”

One of the two sat on the Qinghe cup, and the other stood on the edge of the Temple of Heaven, no more than two or three feet away. And such a distance makes Hua Ji and Qin Xiaochuan clearly feel the common denominator of their identities. The demonic energy contained in the demon sword is very obvious, and the trace of the wind confirmed the guess from Yi Qiunian's mouth, and told Hua Ji in the last Qionghua banquet.

Ji Wuhua is also a little curious about the people who can meet the same people by fate. Originally, in another ten years, the next Qionghua banquet would distribute purple gold stickers, in fact, Qin Xiaochuan would also prepare a copy.

Faced with Hua Ji being the first to recognize herself, Qin Xiaochuan was surprised at first.

The scope of his martial arts activities is mostly concentrated in the northern and southern martial arts. Compared with surprise, he was a little more happy in his heart. Ji Wuhua is a very beautiful woman, and in the face of beauty's attention, it's a good thing. However, thinking about the traces of the autumn year and the wind, it seems normal for some news to reach the Temple of Heaven. Qin Xiaochuan did not forget the purpose of his trip, "The flower species are some rare varieties from the Southern Regions, and the book is one of the eight inheritances of the legendary flowers of the martial arts stream. He glanced at the flower seeds and books in Xiang Qixue's hand next to the Liqing Lotus Cup, and said, "I hope to have a separate conversation with Hua Ji." ”

Ji Wuhua lowered her head and sniffed the flowers.

"Your request is too abrupt—"

Xiang Qixue's brows furrowed. It was also the first time he had seen Qin Xiaochuan, and he felt that this person was a little dangerous, not because the flower seeds and cheats sent were too precious, so he originally refused to bring people here.

Ji Wuhua spoke: "Xiangjun." ”

At this time, Xiang Qixue didn't know the true origin of Ji Wuhua. Compared to humans, the relationship between demons is not so complicated. Flower and Ganoderma lucidum are both wood attribute spirits, and the relationship between the two is closer than that of other demon spirits. The reason why Hua Ji is willing to talk to Qin Xiaochuan alone may also be mixed with the relationship between the traces of the wind and the memory of the autumn year. In any case, the guardians of the Temple of Heaven protested to no avail, and although Xiang Qixue was not happy, she still went outside to wait for the time being.

Idle people are not there, and there are some things that can be said directly.

Ji Wuhua said: "Give a gift, do you have something to ask for?"

Humans are too complicated, but Hanahime's mind is simple. It just so happens that Qin Xiaochuan is also a relatively simple person.

He said, "I want to borrow the flower from the other side." ”

Suddenly the wind rises!

Ji Wuhua's mood fluctuated, and immediately affected the surrounding flowers.

She sat up from the cup and raised her hands to calm the branches of flowers swaying in the wind. The prototype of Hanahime is the flower of the other side. Borrowing from her is undoubtedly equivalent to someone proposing to Qin Xiaochuan to borrow the demon heart. Next, Ji Wuhua sniffed the flowers to calm down the unpeace in her heart. Just as she could recognize Qin Xiaochuan's prototype at a glance, she was not surprised that her prototype would be seen through by the other party.

Ji Wuhua said, "What do you want the other side flower to do?" Her voice was innocent and calm, not angry, as if she was a little curious. On the contrary, Qin Xiaochuan pushed others with himself, and there was a trace of guilt. However, his attitude is still clear: "I heard that the flower on the other side grows in Huangquan, and I want to borrow one to distinguish between life and death." ”

Qin Xiaochuan's swordsmanship comes from nature and adopts the changes of the five elements. He has only managed to fuse the Buddhist Sect Exercises with the Sword Intent of Light, and he is still far from the Great Completion of the Five Elements Sword Intent. In this case, he was far from being the opponent of the Sword Sealing Lord, he could only find another way, trying to use the vitality of the demon sword to fuse the death qi of Huangquan, and see if he could truly understand the sword of life and death outside of the five elements.

can't go back to find the funeral, otherwise he will be caught by Rin Ruomei. For a while, it was not right to find Yi Qiu Nian and the others, in this case, he remembered the flower spirit on the other side, and subconsciously thought that the flower on the other side that could eliminate the nightmare must be related to death.

Rushed to the doctor, Qin Xiaochuan found all the gifts and ran to find Hua Ji.

However, Hanahime shook her head: "When I am conscious, I am already in the world. I don't know what death you are talking about. "Ji Wuhua, who is the flower spirit on the other side, doesn't have any experience, so the flower on the other side naturally has nothing to do with death. Qin Xiaochuan was silent for a moment. In fact, he also knew that there was little hope, and even if he got the key items, with his current state of mind, he might not be able to improve his swordsmanship.

He raised his hand and summoned the demon sword, stuck it on the ground, and found an open space next to the Temple of Heaven and sat down.

"So. ”

Qin Xiaochuan said, "Can I stay here for a while longer?" The demon sword liked the atmosphere of the Temple of Heaven very much and always wanted to come out. This sword is truly more and more human, crystal green, like a large blade of grass, automatically exuding vitality, making the nearby flowers even more enchanting.

Ji Wuhua stared at the demon sword: "In this sword, I'm afraid there is a soul hidden. ”

Qin Xiaochuan said: "I know. After the demon sword transformation spirit energy was integrated into the bloodline, he vaguely realized this, and guessed who the soul hidden in the sword was, and he would not use it easily.

"It comes from your blood, but it will not obey you because of the possession of your soul. Ji Wuhua had the heart to remind.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Ji Wuhua's worried attitude made him feel better again. Qin Xiaochuan said: "Thank you." ”

The Temple of Heaven is a good place to recuperate, away from the wind and rain.

Qin Xiaochuan stayed here for a total of three days, watching Hua Ji plant the seeds and carefully take care of the first sprouts.

Xiang Qixue occasionally came to visit and brought some news from the martial arts. For example, talking about the disappearance of no desire, Su Huanzhen never appeared again after his death, the three demon spirits were taken away by the Demon Fire Sect, and Xiao Zhuying, the former first beauty in martial arts, did not know where to go, and it was likely to be dead.

There is no news of Jin Yulan, and there is no message of the island of exile. Xiang Qixue's sources were also limited to a few major events that had been widely circulated in the Public Pavilion. Even, Qin Xiaochuan can't even tell where the current plot is going.

Xiang Qixue: "The so-called first beauty in martial arts should undoubtedly belong to Hua Ji." ”

Beauty and ugliness only lie in one heart. This statement is irrefutable.

Inside the Temple of Heaven, no one is willing to refute.

Ji Wuhua sniffed the bouquet lightly, closed the transcription book on the art of demon painting in his hand, and looked at Qin Xiaochuan, who had been sitting cross-legged for two or three days, from the Qinghe cup, and finally moved at this time: "Are you leaving?" With a slight sigh, it was out of regret that his friend had not been for a long time.

Qin Xiaochuan said: "Next time I come back, I will bring you flowers that are not available here." ”

He was very grateful to Ji Wuhua for providing such a resting place. However, escaping was not the solution to the problem, and the time had already exceeded the three-day period he had agreed with the lonely guest, so it was impossible to predict whether the Sword Lord would take any action.

Say goodbye to Hanahime and leave the Temple of Heaven.

Qin Xiaochuan stepped into the martial arts again, and the first news he received was that the headquarters of the corpse collector organization by the corpse riverside was wiped out overnight, and only the black-clothed man Spring Worm Flower Branch Iron Flute Gong was left to report the news for others.

In Tongfu Town, the inn was robbed, and except for the big shopkeeper who went home to get chrysanthemums, none of the guys survived. The Moon Vortex was seriously injured, and with the inheritance entrusted by the old man of the beast flower before his death, he encountered the cold sword white fox on the way. Tian Bugu, who came to save people, took away the ink hanging needle, and the favor did not decrease at all.

Public Kiosk.

Someone handed Qin Xiaochuan a map of the road, and the location indicated on it was Jiuchi Sword Spring. It is a place far away from the hustle and bustle, guarded by formations, and unknown to the world.

There are thousands of waterfalls and desolate stone cliffs.

A sword on the cliff wall serves as a spring guide, leading to the overflowing aroma of wine. The water of the pond is clear, and it is better than wine, surrounded by green trees, and white clouds, making it a very comfortable place to retreat. He had never been to this place before.

Qin Xiaochuan held an iron rod in his hand, stepped over, and smashed the ground with a stick, shaking the pool overflowing.

The young man in white clothes and purple hair in front of him slowly looked back, his expression was indifferent, his hands were in his sleeves in pitch black, and the surrounding environment was fixed the moment he opened his eyes!

"You're back. ”

The black iron rod sank an inch into the ground.

Qin Xiaochuan said: "Sigh surprise!"