When night fell, Zhu Tong walked slowly up the mountain peak and sat down next to Moyu.

It was completely dark, the moon had not yet risen, the canyon was dark, and the faint light from the butterfly cave was very conspicuous.

Looking up at the starry sky, a little melancholy before I put down my heart and raised my eyebrows; Ye Er refused to write, and it was useless to persuade Huahua.

Zhu Tong thought for a while, and found that there was no good way for the time being, so he gathered his distracting thoughts, adjusted his breathing, and slowly entered the realm of Pengma.

Cookie resolutely refused to live in the butterfly cave, and he set up a tent not far from the cave early, and it was really inconvenient to wear thin clothes in summer.

The fragrance in the butterfly cave is overflowing, a gas lamp hangs on the stone wall, and a bunk is spread out under the lamp, and the flower is dressed in sexy underwear, rolling comfortably on it.

Ye'er is also feeding butterflies by the waterhole, and she is very happy with this activity.

Huahua had to stay in the leaves to climb the mountain in the afternoon, but she fell down in a few steps; Ye Er climbed halfway up the mountain very easily. Aunt Die said that the muscles and bones of the flower are lazy in Shanghai.

Aunt Butterfly stroked the shoulder of the flower, where there was a swollen piece. She looked at Ye'er and then at her daughter, as if she was thinking about a very complicated issue.

A trace of paleness flashed on Aunt Die's face, and she said to Ye Er in a trembling voice, "Miss Su, bring the knife for me." ”

"What kind of knife?" Ye Er looked around, and there was no knife beside him.

"Woodcutter, there." Aunt Butterfly pointed to the corner of the waterhole, where there were some farm tools and sundries.

Ye Er walked over indifferently, flipped a few times, and sure enough, he saw a woodcutter.

Curiously, the handle of this knife is embedded with a grain of goose's amber.

On the mountain peak, a distant flute suddenly sounded.

The sound of the flute came to an abrupt end after only one clear note, and the ethereal and clumsy aftersound lingered in the empty canyon for a long time.

Zhu Tong opened his eyes and called in a low voice: "Fan Xing." ”

Sure enough, there was a ragged but clean young Taoist priest sitting in front of him.

"Why are you here?" Zhu Tong asked with a smile. Fan Xing Neng sat opposite him unconsciously, not to mention what kind of realm he had cultivated, this ethereal spirit alone was not far from the Bamboo Daoist.

"I've been wandering around the left." Fan Xing's face was full of dust, and the smile in his eyes was as bright as the stars above his head.

"You...... Going? Zhu Tong asked curiously and a little worriedly.

For some reason, he was afraid that Fan Xing would follow in the footsteps of the Bamboo Daoist and take that last step.

"The wind of the master, the mountains are high and the waters are long. If the heart of the heart does not reach the master, how can the cultivation be thousands of miles away from the master? There is no noise of red wine and green here, there is the tranquility of the breeze and bright moon, and only here can there be the ethereal spirit of mortal heart. Entering the mortal dust, Fan Xing is still a mortal.

Zhu Tong understood, and praised: "God's Gesi, you can't think about it, you will become an immortal sooner or later." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Fan Xing was surprised.

This sentence has a great origin, and the god's thinking and incomprehensibility are the words that the bamboo Taoist priest put on his lips when he was a teenager. Sooner or later, he will become an immortal, which is his father's evaluation of the bamboo Taoist. Zhu Tong took out the wooden box from his arms, took out the letter left by his father and handed it to Fan Xing.

Fan Xing took it, unfolded it, and read it carefully. As long as there is a little starlight, the night is nothing to Fan Xin and Zhu Tong.

After reading, Fan Xing's lips flushed with a smile, and he handed back Zhu Tong with both hands: "God's Gesi, you can't think about it." Thank you, Senior Brother, all hearts read this letter and know the immortal deeds of the master, and the fate is greater than the sky. ”

Zhu Tong saw the bamboo flute in Fan Xing's sleeve, pulled it over with his hand, and played with it in his hand.

The green bamboo flute shimmered and rippled, as if it had just been immersed in water. Held in the hand, it was unusually heavy. The most strange thing is that there is only one sound hole on the flute.

"This bamboo is the heart of the ink bamboo, it took Fan Xing two months to find this bamboo, and the first sound hole was just punched yesterday. Coincidentally, its first audition was also heard by Senior Brother Zhu. "Fan Xing said without complacency.

"Don't rob me." Zhu Tong suddenly burst out of a sentence, holding up the bamboo flute and threatening: "If you don't agree, I'll throw it down." ”

"Please." Fan Xing's eyes didn't blink, and he looked at Zhu Tong.

"It's better than this, there are still thirty-one months before that time, and in the last month, if Senior Brother Fan Xing hasn't left yet, let's have another competition, and the winner can go to Fanjing Mountain."

"That's the best." Fan Xing reached out and took the bamboo flute; "The master has a half-foot-and-a-half bamboo knife, and if Fan Xing can't find a magic weapon to take advantage of, he is not qualified to compete with Senior Brother Zhu. It's not enough to qualify. Not all bamboo can be used for flutes. ”

The moment Zhu Tong saw the bamboo flute, he felt a powerful threat from the mortal stars, and they were fighting for a dangerous qualification.

Suddenly, the Central Plains rivers and lakes have risen two young masters who are expected to be on par with the Living Buddha of Soonda. If he knew that there were two young men fighting for the right to fight him at this time, he would have laughed and cried.

A beam of meteors streaked across the galaxy, and both of them couldn't help but look up. The stars are dotted, around the newborn bright moon, mysterious and desolate. At this moment, they forgot about themselves, as if immersed in the galaxy within reach.

"Huh!" Fan Xing was confused, and looked down in the direction of the Butterfly Cave.

Zhu Tong also felt uneasy, to be precise, the butterfly god was restless, he screamed "not good", and his body rose from the ground like a meteor, and pounced in the direction of the butterfly hole.

In the butterfly cave, Ye Er held the woodcutter, and a burst of coldness spread from his arm to the top of his head.

Immediately afterward, her whole body was surrounded by this coldness, and she seemed to have fallen into an ice cave.

She was so frightened that she was numb all over, desperate to get out of this feeling, and wanted to scream but found that she couldn't open her mouth. From the top of the head to the tips of the toes, every inch of muscle trembled slightly from numbness.

"Did you find it?" Aunt Die's voice came to the bottom of her heart.

Ye Er replied involuntarily: "I found it." ”

After saying this, Ye Ermeng generally felt relaxed, she walked to Aunt Die's side with soft steps, and handed over the woodcutter.

"Kid, I can't use it anymore, and I won't need it anymore." Aunt Die looked at her lovingly, slowly reached out and pressed her chest.

Ye Er immediately felt that a fire was burning there, and her body was hot everywhere.

At this time, Zhu Tong broke into the butterfly cave and was stunned when he saw this scene.

It's time to have happened, Ye'er has changed, she holds the divine amber in her hand! Aunt Butterfly passed on the Butterfly God to Ye'er!

He should have noticed it when Aunt Butterfly asked for Amber in the afternoon, and he should have thought of this possibility when Aunt Butterfly said to Huahua, "This is no longer our home". Aunt Die has been hesitating, if she wants to marry Wang Xiangjiao, she must pass on the Butterfly God, but she didn't think about whether to pass it on to Huahua or Ye'er.

Now, Aunt Butterfly has finally decided, and she has passed on the Butterfly God to Ye'er.

It was too sudden, Zhu Tong couldn't think clearly for a while, after accepting the divine transmission, was that butterfly god good or bad for Ye'er?

Fan Xing also walked in, he looked at Ye Er in a trance, then looked at Zhu Tong, and laughed three times.

Zhu Tong stepped in front of Ye'er and grabbed her wrist.

Ye Er's face was red like fire, he was short of breath, he was dumbfounded, and he didn't resist.

Zhu Tongdu went in with a trace of true qi and understood the situation in Ye'er's body. He has also experienced the divine legend, at this time, the fire in Ye'er's body is booming, and he has no feeling for everything in the outside world.

It's just a little strange, the butterfly god is a pair, a red butterfly and a white butterfly. That divine legend was not complete, and the result was that the red butterfly was on him, and the white butterfly was still with Aunt Butterfly. If it is divided according to yin and yang, the red butterfly is yang, and the white butterfly is yin. There was a white butterfly on Ye'er's chest, and she should feel cold, not hot now.

Zhu Tong took out Long Xinghao and prepared to use its coldness to help Ye'er.

"Run." Aunt Die said suddenly.

"Run?" Zhu Tong stopped Long Xinghao, who was about to stab into Ye Er's acupoint, and asked puzzledly.

"Run." Aunt Die nodded very seriously; "When my mother told me to run, I ran in the mountains for a day and a night."

Zhu Tong no longer hesitated, pulled up the leaves and ran. He just figured out that the fiery heat in Ye'er's body did not come from the white butterfly, but was the result of her body's resistance to outsiders. The white butterfly was shady, which attracted her successful cultivation of Peng Ma Gong, and condensed the true fire in her body to burn the butterfly god.

The butterfly god enters the body, Ye'er's body is in the process of fighting and merging with the butterfly god, at this time, any external help is an invasion to her, running can generate heat, it is the best choice.

The canyon is not large, and the stream in the valley is rocky, and there is no large open space to run into. It's dark again, and if you're not careful, you might step into the air or stumble.

Zhu Tong held Ye'er's wrist tightly, looking for every space to settle in, almost dragging her and running with her.

It was quite difficult at first, Ye Er staggered, and it was all up to Zhu Tong to carry it. Gradually, the heat in Ye'er's body began to subside, her body became lighter, and she began to consciously avoid danger, and Zhu Tong's heart relaxed a little.

There was a boulder in front of them, and for the fifth time they had run to the place where the boat had stopped at the mouth of the gorge.

Zhu Tong toes a little, and his body soars into the air and jumps onto the boulder.

The leaf was like a weightless leaf, floating up with the guidance of Zhu Tong's wrist and gently falling onto the boulder.

From the beginning of the run to now, it is only a few minutes. During this period, he had resentment and understanding of Aunt Butterfly, and finally felt that it was not unacceptable for Ye'er to have an extra butterfly god in her body.

Zhu Tong peeked at it, Ye Er's sideburns were scattered and her face was flushed, but her eyes were as clear as water. She knew she was running, and she knew who was running with her, and there was even a slight smile on her face. He could feel that the white butterfly was being accepted by Ye'er, and the elf hovered around Ye'er's acupoint, seemingly dissatisfied with this new residence and refused to enter for a long time.

The breeze and moon here are unattended, and the mountains and rivers are quiet...... Zhu Tong stopped and wanted to say something, but Ye'er's soft hand suddenly became a little stiff, and she was trying to break free.

The little liar immediately dispelled the urge to pour out his heart, grabbed Ye'er's little hand, jumped off the boulder, and continued to run.

I have had the experience of failing twice before, where would Zhu Tong easily give up such a rare opportunity! He wants to keep Ye'er in this state, the longer the better.

Jumping off the boulder and crossing the clear stream, Zhu Tong ran out of the canyon with Ye'er and ran towards the dark but wider world outside the valley.

Ye Er only struggled at the beginning moment, unable to break free, so he had to follow him, follow him, and run with his footsteps.

After running out of 100 meters, the rhythm of the two gradually got in tune, and Ye Er's hands became soft again.

Zhu Tong secretly screamed that it was dangerous, his fingers trembled slightly, and the first word "qi" was drawn on the delicate part of Ye'er's wrist. The trembling of her fingers was so subtle that Ye Er didn't feel much at all, which was exactly the effect that Zhu Tong needed.

He deliberately adjusted his rhythm and drove Ye'er, so that the footsteps, breathing, and even every muscle of the body of the two of them ran in the same rhythm, creating a tacit understanding between the two of them, so as to affect Ye'er's feelings. Now, the bodies of the two have reached a tacit understanding again, and Zhu Tong wants to further bring Ye'er into the Pengma realm, a Pengma realm that only belongs to the two of them.

There is also the butterfly god, which are two elves that naturally attract each other, if Ye Er resists again, he can't say it, he can only use some unsightly means.

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