The ink painting burned and also fulfilled the wish of the old year, because he had not found the owner of the ink painting for so many years, so he did not dare to deal with this ink painting at will, especially this ink painting that could make their husband and wife look unchanged, and now he finally met Li Yixin, and successfully brought her here, and finally had the opportunity to throw away this hot potato. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's great to be able to keep his face open, but he doesn't have the extraordinary ability to protect this thing, if it is known by people from the outside world, it will be a disaster in anyone's hands, but fortunately, this person is steady and careful, and even his wife is hiding this ink painting, and after seeing Li Yixin, he showed this ink painting to Mo Rusha.

For the sake of the peace of the mountain, as well as his own stable future, and Yue Chenxi's peaceful life in the future, he can only choose this, although he also wants Yue Chenxi's face not to change, but compared to his life, it is not so important to not change his face.

When you die, your face will not change, but you will become a corpse from now on, until it stinks and decays, and finally disappears into this world.

Li Yixin was curious, such an ink painting can make people look unchanged, this ink painting is just a little more special than ordinary ink paintings.

Yue Gunian didn't understand, but replied respectfully: "It was fifteen or sixteen years ago that I came here here, at that time the morning light was still in infancy, so I was the first to enter this valley, because I was afraid of any danger in this valley, and finally found this ink painting, opened it and looked at it once, but it gave the old year a feeling of spring breeze."

When I wanted to take this ink painting for myself, a sense of distraction rose in my heart, and I was afraid that there was something wrong with this ink painting, so I hid it in a mess of rocks.

After our residence was built, I carefully brought back the ink painting, and I began to feel that it was inappropriate, and gradually my heart of possession faded, but I was worried about whether the ink painting would be discovered by anyone.

In the end, he secretly hid the ink painting in the secret room behind the bookshelf in the bedroom, and then a few years later, seeing that the brothers of Zhang Zhou's family were getting old, he and his wife were still the same as before, and they were curious, and after thinking about it many years ago, they doubted the problem of this ink painting in their hearts.

It wasn't until that day that the butterfly fairy came to this mountain that the old man began to determine that the real reason why the old man and his wife did not change their faces was this, so he moved the idea of inviting the butterfly fairy here. ”

"It turned out that he looked weird like this that day."

Li Yixin thought secretly, and after understanding, he nodded and said approvingly: "The head of the moon is not greedy, and he will not destroy the world, this Moon Mountain will definitely last for ten thousand years!" ”

"Thank you for the gift of the butterfly fairy!"

The old moon is the color of the year, saying pious goodbye.

"Gifts?!"

Li Yixin laughed dumbly when she heard this, she just praised a few words casually, whether she could honor it was still a question, after all, she knew that she was not a real butterfly fairy, and she didn't have that much ability, and she suddenly stopped laughing when she smiled.

She suddenly remembered a place called Butterfly Valley that they went to with Zhu Wen, that place was still discovered by Zhu Wen, it was a relatively remote place, and the people living around Butterfly Valley were all surnamed Yue, except for the woman who married in and did not have the surname Yue, most of the men and children around Butterfly Valley were surnamed Yue.

That's how she knew Zhu Wen, speaking of which, Gu Yan first knew Zhu Wen, because of the boredom of school, plus Zhu Wen blew the Butterfly Valley to a god, so Gu Yan went, and Gu Ling, at that time she was still Gu Yan's little follower, she still liked her childhood sweetheart, so she followed, and it was like a fairyland.

However, there are very few people allowed to enter the Butterfly Valley, Li Yixin and they entered unexpectedly, and it was from that time that Zhu Wen fell in love with Li Yixin at first sight, but she didn't know it at that time, Zhu Wen was introverted, so naturally he didn't dare to express it, plus he could see that Li Yixin had a crush on Gu Yan, and he didn't dare to confess.

This should not be a coincidence, Li Yixin felt so in his heart, and had a doubt in his heart: Could it be that the surname Yue came from the surname Yue?

No wonder she felt strange when she first heard Murong Xiege mention the head of Yue, there was no surname Yue in the hundred family names, and now that she thinks about it, this is how the surname Yue should come from.

But she still didn't ask, I guess he didn't know these things, he didn't know, when he turned his head, he saw the two half-open doors, a black hole inside, only some moonlight scattered on the ground by the door, from here you can't see what is inside.

Seeing her eyes gathered here, Yue Gunian went to the side, stood respectfully under the trees on the side, and looked at the ground, the ink painting that had just been burned was not even a little ash, Li Yixin didn't find it, in fact, she didn't care about these at all.

However, after a few years, he thought more and more that Li Yixin was a celestial, and his attitude was respectful, like a courtier facing the supreme king.

"Master Yue, I'll go in first to see what's inside, you wait for me here."

Li Yixin is a little older than Yue Chenxi, and she is like a little girl in front of Yue Chennian, she doesn't like that kind of condescending conversation, and her words are like a child coquettish according to her seniority.

"The butterfly fairy went in to see it, and the door was old years ago, and it turned out to be pitch black, and you couldn't see anything, if you went to see, you should be able to see what's inside."

Yue Gunian was still respectful, Li Yixin smiled back, and said softly: "The head of the moon is such a butterfly fairy, the butterfly fairy calls me, I won't be used to it, in fact, I'm almost the same as you, you just call me Yixin, if you call me like this, aren't you afraid that Zhang Zhoujia will find out something and make trouble for yourself?" ”

Yue Gu Nian smiled when he heard this, and said: "It seems that it is still not well thought out, Miss Yixin is right!" ”

Li Yixin didn't reply again, she was very curious about whether there was anything strange inside the door, he was willing to call himself Miss let him call it, in ancient times, calling Miss was respectful, unlike modern times, Miss represents a profession.

She stepped over, squeaked open the door, and cautiously looked inside.

After only one glance, she was stunned, what she saw was obviously the same scene as the ink painting that had just been burned by herself, at this time she leaned out obliquely, leaning on the door, curious, she was in front of her a sea of flowers, a sea of flowers waiting to be released, but at this time it was night, those flowers bloomed quietly in the moonlight, and there were two butterflies within reach.

One spreads its wings in front, the other follows closely behind, the butterfly in front has a brilliant color, and the color of the butterfly behind is deeper, Li Yixin was surprised, the butterfly flew in front of her, alive in front of herself, she stretched out her hand to grab the butterfly, just reached out, the two butterflies went away in the chase.

Gradually, in her curious gaze, she flew into the distance, that is, at the end of this house, which was not covered by the wall, and disappeared when the two butterflies flew above a pond, which was also surrounded by mountains, and a waterwheel could be seen slowly spinning, spilling water from top to bottom......

There, a young man in a gray shirt was carving something, and beneath his feet were carved scraps, and half-finished or discarded objects. (To be continued.) )