He followed the guidance of the fairy heron to the Peach Blossom Spring, which was an independent realm, dependent on the divine realm. But it is different from the divine realm, the owner inside heard that he is a hermit immortal, and he is the most annoying and noisy in the day, so the peach blossom source is fresh and comfortable, quiet and outstanding. It's a great place to go.

The prisoner war followed the memory, and the hermit immortal intersected with himself, guarding alone in this side of the world. Even Taixi's face has never been sold for half a cent, and he has always gone his own way.

Xiaoming's favorite is this peach forest, "Prisoner War, if I die one day, I will be buried in this peach blossom bush, the fragrance casts the soul, and the breeze accompanies it, which is much better than being helpless." Even without you with me, I wouldn't be afraid of the dark. ”

The past is vivid, and all kinds of peach blossom springs are now separated by enchantments, and the churning memories burn my heart. He couldn't help but tighten his brows in pain, thinking that he would let go, but it turned out to be painful.

"Master of the flowers, the prisoner is coming." He waited outside the barrier, and heard the sound of flying flowers and leaves from inside. It is the famous skill of the master of the flowers, wearing flowers and willows. After so much time, there are still clear grievances.

"Boring idler, why bother to provoke me. All the past has become a thing of the past, and since my peach blossom paradise is sealed, there is no reason to open it again. ”

The impatient voice of the owner of the flower room came out, and the prisoner avoided the flying flowers and gently picked up the fallen flowers on the ground. "The temper of the owner of the flower room is getting bigger and bigger, I let this peach blossom source come and go back then, why have I changed the rules now?"

Suddenly, there was a laugh, a bell sounded in the wind, holding flowers into a note, and the residual fragrance was a letter. He looked at it carefully, and it was really a grudge-holding character. The owner of the flower room has always liked Xiaoming's temperament, and now that Xiaoming is gone, there is naturally a mustard in his heart.

"Can you understand the master? If it's clear, please don't send it. The master of the flower room seemed to be leaving, the long hem of his clothes rolled up and fell a few flowers, and the prisoner pursed his lips slightly. His hand suddenly turned into a blade.

I saw that the barrier was suddenly broken, and the owner of the flower suddenly turned his head, and at a glance of disbelief, it was a pair of cold eyes, complex and tangled emotions, which made his whole person look even more difficult to approach.

"How can you come in?" The master of the flower room asked, laughing at himself again, "I forgot, she won't be so cruel to you." ”

That she, naturally, is Xiaoming. The relationship between the master and Xiaoming, the beginning was the encounter in the Peach Blossom Spring. At that time, the owner of the flower room was not so unkind, the years have changed, and the people are not as good as they were at the beginning.

A lot of things have become complicated, and the past he doesn't want to pick up needs to be faced after all. The heron suddenly knocked on his door that night, and hesitated for a long time before finally entering.

"Do you remember the Peach Blossom Spring?" The fairy heron said word by word.

"Remember, why did you see me today?" The prisoner war was cold. He didn't want to see the people in front of him, after all, those past were still like yesterday to him.

"I didn't want to tell you, but the master said that if one day the master of the war encounters something difficult to solve, you can go to the master of the flower room. She has one thing left behind to break the predicament. ”

The demons were eyeing each other, and no one took the initiative to attack. Strange things happened frequently in the divine realm, from the appearance of the eclipse to the bloodflower forbidden art, and then to all kinds later. The Demon Realm has repeatedly provoked, and although the God Realm has won a small victory, it is not appropriate to tear your face at this moment.

Prisoner Zhan thought about the current situation, if he couldn't dig out the people behind it, he was afraid that the battle between the gods and demons and the three worlds would end up losing both sides and working in vain. There is a pair of invisible tentacles stirring the wind and clouds, and everything is silent at this moment. The next second was a storm.

The sleeping woman in the underworld, I heard that she is a mortal, and the king of Hades is infatuated with the way of resurrection, and wants to gamble with the world. At all costs, even using the soul of the living soul as a guide, it is already intolerable in heaven. The divine realm deserves to be defeated.

It's a pity that there is no hearsay but no evidence, and he rashly shoots down the truth, just afraid that in the end, it will be difficult for the divine realm to retreat, but will be attacked. At that time, the underworld will unite with the demon world, and the god world will only be afraid that it will be difficult to support itself.

"What is it?" Prisoner Zhan asked.

"The subordinates don't know, the master handed over to the master of the flower room. Ordered that only one person can be used to kill the master, and the master died in order to calm the chaos, and the heron thought that this thing could never be born again. "Her master fell in love with a man and gave everything he had for him. Is it worth it?

She left the Prison War Hall and didn't look at the people behind her. Prisoner Zhan thought about all kinds of peach blossom springs, but he didn't realize that it was late at night, and he didn't sleep all night. That woman was concerned about the safety of the Four Realms, and what she left behind must also be about the stability of the Four Realms.

Being prepared is the best way to do it after all.

But he never thought that the master of the flowers in the Peach Blossom Garden would suddenly attack, so he could only forcibly break the barrier and stand opposite the person. One elegant, the other angry, completely different two stared at each other at the moment, looking at each other.

"She said that she had left something behind, and now the situation, you should give it." Sure enough, he was still as arrogant and domineering as before, and the owner of the flower room looked at him coldly and sat down to pour tea. The fragrance of tea lingered for a moment, and the prisoner raised his eyes coldly.

"Dedicated? Do you think you're still the same lord you used to be? Even if you are lucky enough to return, you are not the same person you used to be. The master of Hanama sarcastically said without hesitation, he made up his mind not to give in, and he would not compromise easily.

"Have you forgotten what she said?" Prisoner Zhan asked rhetorically.

"Did she say let me give it to you? But I didn't fully agree, and even if I did, it's too late to regret it now. I don't want to participate in the outside affairs, I am my Fengyue master, you are your master, you and I have nothing to do with each other. ”

He picked out the meaning of the words, the peach blossoms swayed on the branches, and the prisoner Zhan heard the sound of the flowers falling. At that time, she loved this place very much, and every day she listened to the flowers bloom and fall, and played with him. That time was the most leisurely time in life.

"Then I beat it, so why bother talking about it. If I overcome, I will take it, and if you do, then I will not come. ”

The prisoner soldier sacrificed a white light, and the shadow of the sword appeared. The owner of the flowers condensed into a blade, and the two were indistinguishable for a moment, the wind rose and fell, and the peach blossoms were like flowers and rain for a while. In that battle, the two of them had sharp swords and shadows, and they didn't see a winner.

"After all this time, the Lord of the Fellers has not grown." The owner of the flowers chuckled, only to see the peach blossoms flying, connected into a array. His flower array is extremely repetitive, and few people in the world can break it.

The prisoner suddenly saw the peach blossoms rolling up, as if the sky was full of clouds and mist, virtual and real, true and false, a blurred world. "Your formation has improved again."

I saw the white rainbow break through the air, turn into a white blade, and go towards the formation one after another. The woman broke in at this moment, and the woman's face was like a peach blossom and her eyes were like stars. It is as cold as snow in winter, and cinnabar is hazy like blood. What a good face. It's not the slightest bit worse than the goddess.

The owner of the flower room lost his mind for a moment, and the eyes at that moment seemed to be her back. His formed hand trembled slightly, and the prisoner Zhan seized this momentary turnaround, and suddenly turned into a water blade, swept away the falling flowers, and suddenly launched an attack towards the master of the flowers.

The flowers broke, and the woman came. She frowned at the flowers and stumps in front of her. The two people in front of them had just experienced a big battle, and their anger towards each other had not disappeared, and they all rolled their eyes in unison.

"Why did you come here?" Stern and worried, the woman lowered her eyes. "I heard you were here, so I came and have a look."

"Forget the dust really can't look at you, you still have to be severely punished."

The master of the flower room took the weapon in his hand and looked at this uninvited guest. The two of them are similar but different, and now that they look closely, they should be delusions.

"You and her, it's really alike."

"So give me something, this gamble, I won." The prisoner was very determined, but the man was not in a hurry.

"Like whom?" The woman asked puzzled, and then lowered her eyes. "Is it the deceased goddess?"

"Yes, you and she are seven points similar." The master of the flower room looked at her, but the words were directed at the prisoner, "You like this woman, maybe it's because they have many similarities." ”

A negative voice flashed in the prisoner's heart, and the woman didn't know what she was thinking, and seemed to be interested in the falling flower.

"No, don't try to change the subject, give me something and I'll leave." The prison battle was repeated again, but this time the voice was accentuated. added a bit of spiritual power in between.

"If you don't give it, what you say never exists." The owner of the flower room quickly denied it, but the woman glanced at him a few times.

His gaze fell on a circle of flowers on his wrist, "What's your name?" You made this ornament? ”

He couldn't help but be surprised, and most of the people in the Divine Realm respected him. What's more, no one dares to trespass in this peach blossom spring, and today's prisoner war used Xiaoming's old things to forcibly break in. He already committed a taboo and led strangers in. Anger hit the eyebrows, this woman's question should have been a capital crime, but he answered unexpectedly.

"Master of the flowers, this flower ornament is Xiaoming's proud work."

The woman glanced back at the prisoner and continued to ask, "This flower ornament should be made of foxtail grass from Qingqiu, green Qiu silk from Hushan and peach blossom knot from Peach Blossom Spring?" If I am not mistaken. ”

"Will you do it?" The master of the flower room asked rhetorically, how did she accurately judge such a strange way that there would be no second person in the world except for Xiaoming. What's more, Qingqiu Silk has long been extinct.

"I just seem to have heard it somewhere, and when I saw it, I remembered it." Wanyu smiled slightly, "It's me who is rude, little god Wanyu, I have seen the master of the flower room." ”

The owner of the flower room lowered his eyes in frustration, looked at the woman, and raised the corners of his lips.

"You don't want anything, then lend me this woman a few days, and if I'm in a good mood, I'll give it to you."

There was a sudden silence all around, and the people who had been watching the battle from afar also walked away. I saw the prisoner Zhan frowning, "Come here." ”

Wanyu stood there and asked, "What you want, is it important?" ”

"It's not important, you come over to me." The prisoner was cold, and he leaned quietly under the tree. Looking at the two in the distance, what he wanted, he never needed a woman to change.

"Master of the flowers, you have gone too far."

He naturally knew what the man meant, "It's just a two-day loan, and it will be returned to Zhao." ”

It's just that in an instant, Wanyu has already arrived at the side of the prisoner. I couldn't see how to move, but I could hear the noise of the wind.