The monstrous flames swayed and flickered, and then began to fade gradually, little by little, disappearing into invisibility, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion, a mirage. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The swamp on the ground, and the foul-smelling poisonous gas, melted like snow, and in an instant, it completely evaporated from everyone's sight, and only the remaining deep pit proved the truth of everything.

The flames dissipated, and the dusk was imperceptibly replaced by night.

The black clouds on the horizon were heavy, as if they would collapse at any moment.

The sea breeze is blowing, and the heat is still overwhelming.

A little bit of light green fluorescence, constantly detached from the fly ash of the willows, like a light firefly, flying all over the sky.

"Those ......." Xun Yu's pupils constricted, and he stared at the melodious green light in the air in shock, only to feel that the criss-crossing lines were obscure and mysterious, as if the ancient ancestors had carved out countless painstaking efforts, and said in surprise: "Is it the text handed down from ancient times?" ”

"Whoosh......." A figure rose up as fast as lightning, and sang with unbridled joy in his mouth: "This seat has been planning for many years, and now it can finally get its wish, and it is really the emperor who lives up to his wishes!" ”

"It's you!" Wuya barely stood up, stared at the figure in the air, and said angrily: "Xu Fu, it turns out that everything behind it is you playing ghosts, for your own selfishness, you have given so many lives in vain, it is simply mad!" ”

"Hmph, stupid! Just ants, even if there are 100,000 or 100,000 or 100,000 casualties, what's the matter! ”

Xu Fu was empty and floating, his eyes were rendered by the thousands of green lights around him, like a demon crawling out of hell: "In ancient times, Shennong exhausted his life's hard work and wisdom, and even did not hesitate to taste a hundred herbs, and finally created the supreme elixir of immortality. It's a pity that the group of editical elm heads in Baicaolu actually regard such ancient treasures as forbidden poisons, which is really ridiculous! ”

Xu Fu's right hand dragged weakly, his face was solemn, and he saw the dark green light, constantly rotating and converging in the sky above his palm, turning faster and faster, and the light became more and more thick and condensed.

"Ancient Artifact...... Shennong Ding ......" Wuya recognized the origin of the big ding at a glance, and then seemed to think of something, and said in disbelief: "I see, it's ......." However, why did you go up to our Kunlun Mountain to steal the Kunlun mirror? ”

A little firefly, light green and clear, tired birds return to the nest towards the body of Shennong Ding, as soon as it comes into contact with Shennong Ding, it is like snow melting in water, and the simple dark green medicine Ding, completely integrated.

In the air, a faint medicinal fragrance began to emanate, fluttering with the sea breeze, completely covering the bloody atmosphere on the shore.

Everyone greedily moved their nostrils and breathed in the refreshing smell, only to feel as light as catkins flying flowers, floating in the sky and clouds.

"This question can be solved for the seniors."

Xun Yu explained without hesitation: "The Immortal Pill was written by Shennong, and it should be written in ancient characters. And who in the world can know those words? The legend of the Kunlun mirror is that the mythical beast Bai Ze dedicated to the Queen Mother of the West, can know the past, except for borrowing the Kunlun mirror, I am afraid that no one dares to guarantee that they can interpret those ancient words well. I don't know what I'm saying, but there is a fallacy? ”

Xu Fu's plan was successfully completed, and he was in a good mood, but he did not hesitate to praise him: "Confucian Xun Yu is indeed wise and intelligent, and extraordinary. ”

The fluorescent light reflects the sky and the earth in a hazy dream.

Shennong Ding was shrouded in that brilliance, and gradually became clearer and clearer. Countless rare and exotic grasses that cannot be named, lifelike carving on the body of the tripod, with the shaking of green light, as if the branches and leaves are stretched, full of vitality.

Most of the green light converged into the body, gradually forming a pair of vague and venomous eyes behind the gaps in the flowers and leaves, like a lurking poisonous snake, waiting to strike a fatal blow to the approaching prey.

"The soul of the ancient fierce god Xiangliu is the guardian beast of the Immortal Danfang, right?"

The jade flute in Zhou Yu's right hand slapped the palm of his left hand rhythmically, and praised: "Your Excellency's methods are really eye-opening. Set up a series of conspiracies and tricks to stir up the turmoil in Yangzhou, that is, to use the people of the White Tiger Altar, Xuanwu Altar, and Luowu Pavilion to get rid of Xiangliu for you, so as to monopolize the Danfang. If it weren't for the last moment, you couldn't bear it, I am afraid that we would always be kept in the dark by you. It's just that the kid still doesn't understand, why does Your Excellency still use the Fusang people to repeatedly break the relationship between the White Tiger Altar, the Xuanwu Altar and the Huoyun Palace? This does not seem to have any obvious connection with your purpose, and I ask you to give me your advice. ”

How could Xu Fu not see Zhou Yu's intentions, his eyes narrowed, and the murderous aura suddenly spread, and he said angrily: "Little ghost, you don't pour sewage on this seat." The Fusang people are ambitious and want to occupy Yangzhou, and Tai Shici of the Huoyun Hall and the White Tiger Altar are all stumbling blocks to her, what she wants to do, that is her freedom. You tried your best to deduct everything from this seat, just to let this seat be hunted down by the White Tiger Altar and the Xuanwu Altar, but unfortunately you are still too tender. ”

"Manly man, why don't you dare to be a man! Is it true that the longer you live, the less courage you have? ”

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see that among the thousands of fireflies, under the reflection of green light, Mu Shan's burly body was trembling imperceptibly, holding a beautiful and lovely girl in both hands, as if immersed in sleep.

Xu Fu's eyebrows tightened, he looked at Mu Shan incredulously, and said, "How can you survive under the fire of the wilderness......

Wuya saw Mu Shan's face clearly, and said with a smile: "Boy, I knew that your life was harder than Xuantie, and it was impossible to hang up so easily." ”

The sea breeze blows, Mu Shan's white hair flutters, and occasionally a few points of fluorescence pass through Mu Shan's hair, which is even more vicissitudes of life.

The voices of everyone, whether surprised or surprised, were so distant and ethereal in Mu Shan's ears, as if separated from the past and present lives.

The rough fingertips, a slight coolness spreading, through the cold and stiff body, through the blood vessels, accompanied by boiling blood, rushing into the atrium.

Mu Shan lowered his head and looked at Yaga Sakura gently, the cold heartache and fiery resentment in his body were tightly entangled, and they turned into a heavy mist, flowing through his eyes, turning into ripples and tears, hitting Yachizakura's eyelashes drop by drop, along her smooth and delicate cheeks, flowing silently.

"Are you crying too? Is it joy or sorrow? Mu Shan's mouth trembled slightly, and his voice was as light as a fallen leaf, and before it could be sounded, it had been blown away in the evening breeze: "The Eight Miscellaneous Snake is dead, and he will no longer be able to entangle you in the future." …… You're free. But where are you at the moment? You may see everything that has been paid for with the lives of all your people......"

The wind grew stronger and stronger, whirring, like someone whimpering silently.

The clouds on the horizon gradually dispersed, the haze dissipated, and the faint moonlight scattered obliquely down, shining on the body, like rippling water.

Mu Shan seemed to sense something, and looked up, the moon half-hidden behind the clouds looked like her smiling eyes.

The "......" wind rolled up, blowing Mu Shan's white hair messily and dancing wildly, sticking to his cheeks and covering his vision.

Mu Shan only felt a lightness in his hand, and his heart sank, as if he felt that something important was gradually moving away, and no matter how he caught it, he couldn't grasp the slightest.

Mu Shan stared down in panic, and was stunned to see countless colored lights flickering on Yachizakura's body, bit by bit, all over the body.

On the shore, on the land where the Qin descendants died in battle, colorful lights came and went, connected into one piece, colorful, and gorgeous.

......In the colorful light, Mu Shan seemed to hear a gentle sound in a trance, weak and strong, like a butterfly in the wind, persistently fanning its wings, fighting against fate with that insignificant strength.

A colorful and beautiful butterfly slowly broke out of the cocoon from the colorful light, intimately surrounding the ups and downs of Mushan, dancing, as if making a final farewell.

"Yes...... Are you......" Mu Shan's voice was hoarse, mixed with joy, pity, and sadness, and his tone gradually became high-pitched, as if the indescribable excitement in his heart was slowly revealed, and the mournful voice echoed in the sky, lingering for a long time: "Sakura ......"

In our tribe, butterflies are our faith. They are weak and small, but they are tenacious and beautiful. A butterfly is lighter than a paper raft, and a gust of wind can easily blow away a paper raft, but it can't blow away a butterfly; A heavy rain can turn a paper raft beyond recognition, but it can never wash off the color of the butterfly! My mother once told me that the people in our tribe should be like butterflies, no matter how strong the wind and rain are, they must live tenaciously and meet the rainbow after the wind and rain with a beauty that will never fade!

In a haze, Mu Shan seemed to see the kind and helpless girl, standing timidly in front of him, using a stubborn and affirmative tone, telling the unwavering persistence and faith in his heart.

In my mind, the scenes of the past few days flashed in an instant, the ups and downs, filling my heart, I raised my head stupidly, and looked at the butterfly that seemed to have lost its way and lingered under the moonlight: "Miss Sakura, maybe you are really a butterfly fairy ...... who has only been left in the world." ”

The moonlight suddenly brightened, like countless sharp swords, piercing the clouds, as if countless of the most beautiful lights lit up the path to the forest.

Brilliant colored light, dancing to the sky, countless colorful butterflies, light and gracefully follow the guidance of the moonlight, fluttering to the distant forest.

The moonlight was as soft as a veil, gently draped over those fragile elves, like pampering, like pity, like a dream.

There is a legend in our hometown that has been passed down from our ancestors. If you weave a butterfly for yourself on the night of the full moon, then even if you are unfortunately lost one day, your soul will attach to the butterfly and fly back to your hometown.

Mu Shan looked at the butterfly shadows that were gradually moving away, as if he saw countless mellow and kind people bowing down to him to say goodbye, and in a trance it seemed to be back to that carefree night, around the roaring bonfire, holding hands, humming out of tune, dancing awkward dances, wanton cheers, and sincere prayers.

The memory is still there, but the personnel is gone!

Mu Shan couldn't hold back his sadness anymore, burst into tears, crying and laughing: "Miss Sakura, you can finally go home......"