Chanchan walked to the corner of the courtyard, squatted down, and sniffed the fragrance carefully.

Behind her, Bu Shitao grabbed her and told her what she said in the study of the master of Bu Zhuang yesterday.

It's bad news, but it's also reasonable.

The owner of the village was reluctant to give them the Panlongzhi.

At this time, Chanchan didn't know about Jiang Cheng's night visit to the Treasure Pavilion yesterday, and Pan Longzhi disappeared, so she only comforted Tao Tao, saying that there must be another way.

There was a sound of broken porcelain in the courtyard.

Bu Shitao quickly broke in, and Youbai outside the courtyard also followed in regardless of his wife's instructions.

"I'm kind to you, I didn't expect you to be so intolerant, and I can't afford your big Buddha in Bujiazhuang, pack up your things and get out."

The owner of the village was in a hurry, and he didn't have a brain to speak this time, so he flicked his sleeves and left.

She actually said that she was scared of Mingming, jealous of the second aunt's friendship and mutual respect with him, and her concubine, but she didn't want to think about who caused the current situation, if she hadn't done that in broad daylight with Master Tang in the rockery garden, he would never have agreed to his friend's matchmaking and married his sister in a fit of anger.

is obviously just a five-year-old ignorant child, and what is wrong with her jealousy.

The owner of the village left, leaving Bu Shitao and her mother to look at each other.

There was heat coming out of her eyes, and she couldn't stop it, she pursed her lips and threw herself into Mrs. Bu's arms: "Mother! ”

Mrs. Bu's eyes were full of tenderness, and her satin-like black hair was not combed up, but only let it be scattered, and the beauty was incomparable: "The peach has grown a lot, and it is like a peach." She hooked Shitao's nose, and she turned her sadness into joy.

Looking at her mother's face carefully, there seems to be no change from her memory, her eyebrows and eyes are still bright, her skin is like jade, and her beauty is faintly better than in the past.

It seems that my mother has been doing well all these years.

Bu Shitao was also very surprised by Bu Shiming's fright, although she didn't have a good impression of him, let alone any brotherhood, but after all, he was a pure child, and she was also worried about him.

"Mother, is he really frightened here?"

Mrs. Bu paused and nodded: "Taotao, these things are too complicated, it's all my fault, he will be fine, just rest for a few days." As soon as the conversation changed, she asked again: "If I'm not mistaken, Tao Tao will be a year older in just a few days." ”

Bu Shi peach was born in the day of August Weiyang, when Mrs. Bu loved to eat peaches, the water and spirit of the Pinggu peach, white and red, rich flesh, soft and juicy, a bite is full of sweetness. Therefore, the name Bu Shi Tao, who was born in August, was given this name, which means that her days are as sweet and sweet as the fragrant peach.

Three days later is the birthday of Bu Shitao.

Mrs. Bu was full of tenderness, hugging Bu Shitao like when she was a child, and the mother and daughter snuggled up, overflowing with warmth.

Bu Shitao has been staying at Mrs. Bu's place for a long time before returning to her room, and her mother said that she should rest more these days, take care of her complexion, and welcome her birthday in three days, and she will come at that time.

The joy of fulfillment.

The mother will no longer be closed, and she will return to the house when she speaks, she is no longer a lonely child, it will hurt if she has a mother, and her mother will love. As he grows older, he has more and deeper pursuits for family affection.

The bright bronze mirror, with a female pair of makeup, the roots are wrinkled, and it is difficult to hide the old image.

In the mahogany makeup, a skin quilt with a good face is still placed, sparse eyebrows, and delicate lips are not the same Mrs. Bu who was smiling and talking with Bu Shitao.

"Ning Die, your days are numbered, don't hold on any longer, go back with me, at least you can live for a few more years."

The woman who was called Ning Butterfly shook her head, and she looked at her from the bronze mirror, she was a young white.

"I know you're good to me, but you can't hurt that kid." Ning Die was talking about Bu Shiming last night.

Youbai pursed his lips and disagreed: "It's just a human child, we only absorb a little bit of his spirit, and it's not in the way." ”

Ning Die couldn't say anything about her, she only sighed, and her green jade fingers covered her face under the black hair, the leaves were thin and the flowers were remnant, and the dead trees were rotten.

A beam of golden light roared, and the back of the young white was torn by the spread wings, and the shining powder was sprinkled on the shining wings, and the blue light was dissipated by a few random swings of her wings.

The wooden door was blown open by a strong wind, and it was Jing Chanchan and Si Wenchu who came.

"It turns out that Mrs. Bu, you are a monster."

Bu Shiming's fright does have something to do with Mrs. Bu, who is a man-eating monster.

Youbai was startled and instantly became vigilant, but was locked in the corner by Si Wenchu's golden light and couldn't move.

"Jing Chanchan." Youbai knew her, this was the girl who traveled with Taotao, and she was a little Taoist priest in Luoyang. Her gaze fell on Si Wenchu's body again, the golden light of Fang Cai came out of his hand, the strength was swift, the northern Si family, there was such a person with spiritual power?

Chanchan didn't look at her, her eyes flowed, reflecting the appearance of Ning Die.

"Mrs. Bu, your time is short."

It is recorded in the Book of Demon Hunting Heaven that the lifespan of the flower and plant spirit is indefinite since it becomes a sperm, as long as it has spiritual power, the injury can be recovered, the body can be strong, and it will not be disturbed by all kinds of diseases.

What they fear most is the decay of their spiritual power, and the flower and plant spirit that has lost its spiritual power is no different from the weak little flower and grass Fluttershy on the side of the road. And Mrs. Bu's current appearance is a typical decay of spiritual power.

Chanchan also noticed that since entering the house, the smell of the strange fragrance has become stronger and stronger, especially behind Mrs. Bu.

Ning Die didn't seem to hear Chanchan's words, she lay on her side on the chaise longue, closed her eyes and took a nap.

The evening breeze was swaying, blowing the broken hair in front of Chanchan's forehead, and she still carried the red string bell that she had brought from the ghost village and had never taken off.

There was a strange silence in the room, when suddenly the sound of a bell rang out.

Si Wenchu grabbed Chanchan, who was about to step forward: "Don't move, she has used illusion since we came in." ”

As if to confirm what he said, the scene in front of him swirled around, and the ground under his feet turned into a whirlpool of nothingness, rippling round and round.

When I opened my eyes again, I was faced with a valley full of flowers and flowers.

There are many people wearing cloth clothes and satin shuttling among the flowers, among which the orchid is the most prosperous, noble and elegant, the green leaves are thin and long, the petals are very small, with a charming and elegant floral fragrance, cold and fragrant.

Chanchan took out the book of demon hunting in her arms, drew a simple formation in mid-air, a touch of green light appeared, Cha Cha Mu jumped in a circle in mid-air, jumped into Chanchan's arms, and said sweetly: "Master!" ”

Just last night, Chanchan and Cha Cha Mu had a very happy conversation, in order to see him often in the future, Cha Cha Mu and Chanchan discussed a simple summoning formation together, as long as Chanchan cast, Cha Cha Mu can receive it and jump out.

Chanchan touched his head, Cha Cha Mu rubbed happily, but Si Wenchu on the side pulled Cha Cha Mu's hair and pulled him out of Chanchan's arms: "Look at it, where is this?" ”

Cha Cha Mu glared without concealment, and hurriedly ran behind Chanchan when Si Wenchu let go: "Who are you?" ”

"That's a wonderful question, I'm in this heaven and earth..."Chanchan hurriedly stopped his ruffle, "Cha Cha Mu, we seem to have fallen into an illusion." ”

Everything in front of me is so real, the fragrance of orchids, the tenderness of grass blades, the pleasant temperature, the blue sky.

"This should be Caifeng's illusion of a dream, now you are an ideology, but the entity is outside the dream. Master, what's going on? "Chachamu molded the orchid, and there was shining powder on his fingers, which should have been carried on the wings of the butterfly when it spread pollen.

I see.

When Si Wenchu came, he told her that there was a strange thing hidden in Bujiazhuang, and that Pan Longzhi disappeared last night, and that the strange fragrance that suddenly appeared in Mrs. Bu's courtyard was thought of, and the fact that she might be a monster was also about to come out.

Monsters who have cultivated for thousands of years are much more cautious and powerful in their divine sense. It's because they are too light on the enemy, thinking that with Si Wenchu's cover, they can't find out if they are such a cultivator.

Unexpectedly, I unconsciously stepped into a dream from the beginning.

"How do I get out then?"

Chanchan looked at the men, women and children who were walking over there, so many people suddenly appeared in the quiet valley, not to mention that now in the dream world, those people may be the key to getting out.

"The solution of the dream is very strange, it all depends on the dream itself, and there is no exact dream interpretation method." Cha Cha Mu shook his head and looked at Chanchan with some concern: "If the person who falls into the dream realm can't get out within twenty-four hours, he will be lost here."