"Senior brother, are you sure you can really find the Ice Blue Butterfly Club in this place?" At a glance, this place is full of mountains and begonias. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The clear male god sounded in his ears, "There will be no mistake, I read from an ancient book a few days ago, and the ice blue butterfly likes to smell the fragrance of begonias the most." ”

"As far as I know, begonias are not fragranceless?" The old lady in the dream said suspiciously: "Why is it that the weeping begonias here exude a faint, refreshing smell." ”

The clear male voice explained: "This is the Kunlun spiritual vein, and the spiritual energy is stronger than other places. The begonia trees that grow here are nourished by this rich aura all day long, and they are naturally stained with the taste of aura. ”

"Yes, then as long as we stay in this begonia forest, we can wait for the ice blue butterfly." In her dream, she said excitedly.

"It's not that easy." The old lady felt that her nose was lightly scraped, "This ice blue butterfly is the least courageous and the most agile among the spiritual creatures flying in the sky. At the slightest noise, they will immediately run away. I'm afraid that if you wait until you cry, you won't be able to wait for another one. ”

"Ah, this ice blue butterfly is so hard to catch!" In the dream, she sneered: "If I had known, I wouldn't have chosen this sect task." ”

"I know that you little girl is the most impatient, so I will follow you over, senior brother. How about it, are you little girl secretly glad in your heart, senior brother, that I insisted on coming with you. The young man in the dream, the tone is indescribably spoiled.

The girl smiled and said, "Senior brother, sometimes Green Wave thinks about whether you can read minds or the roundworm in Green Wave's stomach." ”

"Why, I'm surprised, why do I know what you're thinking, little girl?" The clear male voice chuckled.

In the dream, she couldn't help nodding, "I just caught a good opportunity today, senior brother, come and tell me, are you a roundworm in my stomach or can read minds?" ”

The senior brother in the dream looked at her dotingly, and asked instead of answering: "That little girl, do you think that senior brother and I are roundworms in your stomach or can read minds?" ”

At this age, the old lady naturally saw that the young man in the dream was teasing the little girl! But in the dream, she was indeed a little girl, and she didn't feel that her senior brother was playing tricks on her, and she was made to stomp her feet by this tongue twister-like question. But she was also shrewd in the dream, and soon rebelled against her young senior brother, "Senior brother, don't you know what I think in my heart, so tell me what I think now." ”

The senior brother in the dream was speechless by her words, and not only replied with a smile: "Compared to sharp teeth, it seems that I still lose to you." Helplessly said such a sentence, the senior brother in the dream told the truth, "Your senior brother and I are neither roundworms in your stomach, nor can I read minds." I saw it with these eyes. ”

"I don't understand what it means." In the dream, she glanced at her senior brother angrily.

The senior brother in the dream was not angry, and continued with a smile: "You little girl doesn't know that you can't hide your heart the most, and everything you think is shown on your little face, so senior brother, I only need to look at it to know what you are thinking in your heart." ”

"Ahh Hearing this answer, she was really depressed in her dream.

When she woke up on the second day of the night, the old lady walked to the begonia tree in a trance.

The flower bones hanging from the branches and buds look like a little rouge, and the opening gradually turns pink, like the dawn of the sky.

The old man looked at the layers of flowers like clouds suspiciously, and thought suspiciously: "Indeed, the ordinary Begonia Lake, no matter how rare the variety is, will not have a floral fragrance." Why is this begonia not only the same as the one she saw in her dreams, but also strangely emanating a subtle and refreshing fragrance? ”

The old lady suddenly took a deep breath, and she was suddenly stunned by the fragrance of the fragrant scent in her nose - because the fragrance of this weeping begonia was actually the same as the taste in her dream.

How is this—how is this possible?

The old lady thought in surprise.

"It seems that she has already remembered this begonia tree." In a certain secret place in Lixiangyuan, Fusu Daoren looked at the surprised old lady and said softly: "If this continues, in less than half a year, Lubo, you will finally remember all the past events, and then it will be time for me to collect debts with you." ”

After taking a nap that day, Mrs. Tai asked Mama Xu to help her to Qingzhu Pavilion.

At this hour, the people of Fusu Dao will generally decoct medicine for Longlin.

Coming directly to the small kitchen of Qingzhu Pavilion, Mrs. Tai saw the Fusu Taoist guarding the stove decoction.

She hesitated for a moment before she spoke: "Mr. Hanshan, the old man has some questions, and I want to ask Mr. ”

Fusu Daoren turned around, pretended to be surprised, and asked Mrs. Tai Lao: "I don't know when you made Mrs. Tai have doubts, you can tell me about it." ”

Mrs. Tai nodded, and then asked: "As far as the old man knows, no matter how rare the varieties of begonias are, the flowers will not have a fragrance, but this one that Mr. gave to the old man has an elegant and refreshing flower fragrance, I don't know where Mr. got this begonia?" ”

Since the Fusu Daoist knew that the old lady recalled this memory of the silk begonia, they knew that she would come over to ask themselves, and they had already thought of a rhetoric.

"It turns out that the old lady is puzzled about this matter." Fusu Taoist smiled: "This begonia was originally planted in the Qingfeng Temple of Wudang Mountain, just because the owner there is a deep friend with Zaixia, so I asked for one." ”

Although Mrs. Tai Wudang Mountain has never set foot in it, she has also heard that it is a place where Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and now I heard Mr. Hanshan say that this begonia is transplanted from the Taoist temple on Wudang Mountain.

Thinking of this, the old lady not only thanked her a little: "Such a valuable flower, Mr. Hanshan gave it to the old body, and the old body should really thank Mr. ”

When Fusu Daoren heard this, his eyes moved, but he still maintained the smile on his face that gave people a spring breeze: "The old lady is serious." This flower is indeed of great significance to Hanshan, but Hanshan has never been a person who is good at taking care of flowers and plants. On the contrary, after this begonia flower was handed over to Mrs. Tai, you took good care of it and bloomed that branch. This proves that the old lady is more related to this flower than me. Hanshan has always paid attention to fate, so the old lady doesn't have to be so cautious to thank Hanshan. And Hanshan has a reluctant request, hoping that the old lady can agree. ”

"Sir, please." The old lady stretched out her hand and said.