"Well, irises bloom in April and May, which is far from now. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoRegardless of whether the pot of flowers you find is iris or not, it's not ordinary. Yu Zhongzi nodded slightly.

"In that case, why did Mu Yun lie to me? The flowering period of iris is not a secret, isn't this kind of thing easy to debunk? Li Baifeng was puzzled in his heart, he meditated hard, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Anyway, ask when you see her next time." In addition to this matter, there is another thing that also makes him very puzzled, that is, why does Yu Zhongzi know the flowering period of irises?

In Li Baifeng's impression, Yu Zhongzi has always been a majestic and tall image, in addition to cultivating every day, he is dealing with sect affairs, and even when he drinks tea, he is also understanding the Taoist rules, rather than simply enjoying.

How could such a boring monk in a sense know the flowering period of a flower?

Yu Zhongzi sipped tea quietly, without the slightest tendency to talk, seeing this scene, Li Baifeng didn't dare to ask, so he could only suppress his doubts in his heart.

"You did a great job and didn't let me down." Yu Zhongzi put down the teacup and said with a smile: "Next, bring it back." ”

"Yes." Even though he had no clue in his heart, Li Baifeng still bowed down and nodded at this time. There is no way, after all, it is the task of the sect, and there is no room for prevarication and retreat.

The rules and regulations of the sect are strict, and everyone must follow the rules, even though the Xuanshan sect has few people and the sect is more warm, but it is a sect of the sect after all, and some rules cannot be changed.

The image of Yu Zhongzi had disappeared, and Li Baifeng stepped forward, put away the small brass mirror that fell on the floor, and turned over and lay on the bed.

"Iris...... Mu Yun ......" he muttered in his mouth, thoughts churning in his mind, and scenes of images were played back in front of him like a marquee.

From the scene where the two met, to the meeting just now, every scene, every figure, and even every expression kept switching in his mind, in the background, a pot of blue-purple iris slowly opened, and the bewitching petals were like butterflies, fluttering their wings.

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I heard the wind in my ears.

The familiar sound of the wind.

In the sky-high autumn, the wind passed through the top of Huihong Mountain, deserted, cold, with a sense of slaughter. It was that kind of wind that ran through Li Baifeng's entire childhood.

When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a landscape he had seen before.

A wide river rushed from afar, crashing at the foot of the mountain, slapping high waves. The river divides into two streams and flows around the mountain in the shape of a "human" until it reaches the distant sky.

Far away from the mountain, between the two divergent streams, you can vaguely see a city, with high-rise buildings and busy traffic. Because it is too far away, it looks small, and the small one looks like a city built of building blocks.

This is Huihong Mountain, and there is Linyue City.

Where Li Baifeng grew up.

"Xiaofeng, listen to the wind." A gentle voice came from behind him.

Li Baifeng turned his head and saw that Uncle Eight, who was wearing a purple palace dress and looked like Lori, was sitting on a high stone, talking to him with his eyes closed.

"Did you hear anything?" Yulong opened his eyes, and his watery eyes looked at him.

"Nope." A milky voice came out of his mouth uncontrollably, and Li Baifeng was stunned to find that he had become the same as when he was a child.

"Uncle Shi didn't hear it either." Yulong's faint eyebrows were filled with unbreakable sorrow.

"Eighth Uncle, aren't you happy?"

"Nope." Yulong smiled, although her face was immature, she had a doting look. She stretched out her arms, held Li Baifeng in her arms, and gently stroked his hair.

"If one day, Xiaofeng leaves home, remember to speak to the wind, don't say it, otherwise Uncle Eighth will not find you."

Li Baifeng listened to the gentle words of the Eighth Senior Uncle, and a soft touch came from his head, as if the Eighth Senior Uncle had put his face on it.

Then, he felt a few drops of warm liquid drip onto the back of his neck.

"Eighth Uncle, it seems to be raining."

"It's not rain." Yulong's nose twitched a few times.

"What's that?"

"Don't ask, in short, promise Eighth Uncle that after you leave home, you must speak to the wind."

"Okay."

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Li Baifeng opened his eyes suddenly.

As far as the eye could see, the familiar room, the bright moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating the room in a dazzling white, and there were a few small light blue silk flags scattered on the ground, which were the array flags that were unable to maintain the phantom array after losing the supply of Li Baifeng's mana.

With a slightly dizzy head, Li Baifeng bent his elbows and supported himself to sit up.

"Dangchang." A slightly dull crash sounded suddenly. He looked down and saw a small brass mirror buckled to the floor.

Li Baifeng shook his head, the dizziness gradually disappeared, and his thinking returned to clarity.

"I'm ...... Asleep? He gradually recalled what had happened before, and after contacting the master, he lay on the bed with the [telekinesis] in his arms, thinking about how to complete the task satisfactorily, and all his memories came to an abrupt end here, and then he should have fallen asleep thinking about it.

"Seemingly, there was still a dream?"

Thinking of "falling asleep", Li Baifeng suddenly recalled his previous dream, although after waking up, the memories of the dream had faded like a tide, but he still vaguely remembered the general content.

The towering cliffs, the surging river, the city with high-rise buildings in the distance, the jagged rocks and slanted pines around, the cold wind in his ears, and the warm touch when Uncle Eighth held him.

That...... It's not exactly a dream.

He was still unconscious in his dreams before, but after waking up, his thoughts were clear, and some things were remembered by him. This dream, no, this memory is a real thing, at that time, Li Bai was still young and had just learned to walk, and he followed behind the eighth uncle all day long.

It was so long ago that he almost forgot about it, and for some reason, he would recall it again, or in this magical way.

Is it that these two days are too tired? Or is it the result of a sudden relaxation of the spirit when you finally found what you were looking for?

He didn't know.

Li Baifeng rubbed his eyes, turned over and got out of bed, picked up the small mirror and the array flag, opened the drawer casually, and was about to put it in, but his gaze touched it, but he couldn't help but be stunned.

In the drawer was an object with a glimmer of glow.

The light is like the stars in the sky. Soft, bright, but not scorching.

It was a thin book made of cloth, with white pages and a vaguely warm texture like jade. There are five big characters written on the paper: "Essay on Picking the Star Tower". A starry glimmer is shining through it.