Human life is valuable.

In the eyes of Butterfly Jun, Gongsun Yue's life is priceless. In the eyes of Beichen Yuanhuang, this matter is a bargaining chip sent to the door.

The mist in the bamboo forest of Xiao Ran Blue Pavilion dispersed, and the butterflies who couldn't find a way out quickly went to the light source. In the light and shadow, the young figure embroidered with a golden dragon in black stood against the light with a folding fan, and the moment Beichen Yuanhuang closed the fan bone, he raised his eyes and calmly faced the red butterfly with the implicit knife intent!

A few hours later.

The butterfly formation around the Houshan Casting Furnace in Jufengli changed, and they dispersed in one breath. "It's settled." Ling Fox Shenyi, who was inspecting the abandoned arrows on the ground, got up slowly.

Shower Yusheng sighed and took out the treasured strange iron magnet from his sleeve, and felt a slight pain in his heart:

"The last one, no more! I've been condensing the mine over there for ten years, make good use of it, or I'll smash your furnace! ”

"Huh." Ling Fox Shenyi stroked his long beard, "Isn't the Demon Realm Halberd already in your hands, so it can't make up for the shortcomings in your heart?" ”

"That's different!"

"You people, how do you know how to restrain the pleasures of rare treasures and abuse the cast wood...... I really want to melt your knife that can't kill anyone. "A weapon that can't kill people, a civet cat whose eggs have been cut off, what's the fun of staying in the world.

The cat can still fight back angrily and bite very gentlemen, and the poor knife doesn't even have a sound of anger except for hanging over the years.

That's right, on the way here, the savage brother thought about it and contacted Renjue again. The relationship can't be light, otherwise it will be too conspicuous, and in terms of food, Yusheng and Du Fanglin are not compatible, and it is too lonely.

"I don't think the same as you." Ling Fox God said leisurely.

"I don't have time!" Shower Yusheng shook his hand and wanted to leave, "Whether there is a solution to the thirty-six soul knocking bells is really annoying." ”

Linghu Shenyi: "You should ask Du Fanglin this question." ”

Shower Yusheng: "If people are willing to say, do they need to worry!" ”

There is not much time, and I still have to go to the battle, apprentice, the master is back, are you okay!

Lao Du Zhen is really not a friend enough, so he gave the formation to others, and he didn't even leave a way back; People who don't know how to be flexible, who are too pedantic, and who speak sincerity will die too early. The slanderous Shower Yusheng has selectively ignored Xiao Penglai's matter.

But cooperation should be sincere.

As the Northern Corner Imperial City, which had the potential to unify the Northern Regions no matter at that time, in Du Fanglin's eyes, it was worth his little sincerity. By this time he had left the lonely lamp and followed the guide into a lively market.

Before he reached the end, he had heard the lively and pleasant sound of strings in the open space surrounded by the crowd in front of him, and the energetic voice of the young man sang a free and easy poem: "The flowers fall three spring warblers with hatred, the chrysanthemums bloom in September and the geese are sorrowful, how much leisure is in the mountains and forests, why bother to seal the marquis of ten thousand households......"

Oh no.

Sure enough, it was an apprentice born by Shower, and it was really impossible to stay in one place obediently. Du Fanglin's brows moved, and he wanted to light a small candle for Xing Chong, who rushed back to the Northern Regions to raise disciples.

"Good!"

The string song that can infect people's happy mood detonates the praise of passers-by. In the applause, the little phoenix who came to the Central Plains to start her acting career thanked the passers-by one for their gifts, and a shadow shrouded her, and when she looked up, she saw a familiar face.

Beichen Feng couldn't help but sit up slightly straight, but he still had a smile on his face, and quietly hugged the qin in his arms in his hand.

"This gentleman ......"

Du Fanglin was condescending and didn't say a word.

Not seen for months. Unlike Beichen Yuanhuang, who was more majestic and majestic, Beichen Fengxian, who went to learn swords, naturally couldn't understand too much sword theory in a short period of time, but it didn't prevent the young man from suddenly indulging himself with some understanding, and completely lost the burden that existed in his heart. The handsome young man, with a black face and a white face and a disfigured face, sat on the floor with his legs spread out, and seemed to have completely forgotten all the manners he had learned before. Beichen Feng first scattered his hair, covered with dust on his shoulders, opened his clothes, and mopped the floor with his cuffs. He still had a piece of iron on his belt as a single blade, and his bright eyes were not gloomy, and he smiled and accidentally plucked the strings.

Du Fanglin didn't move.

Beichen Feng was so frightened by himself that he almost jumped. He didn't know why he was so uneasy.

"You, this gentleman...... Is there something going on? ”

He is now a secret agent in the cameo appearance, a wandering singer Xiao Fengxian who wanders the world, you must remember your identity and hold on! Maybe even Beichen Fengxian himself didn't know, what was revealed in his voice was real happiness. Although he held the piano casually, a wisp of sword intent loomed in the plucking strings, which was unconsciously revealed in the face of the strong.

"Ugh."

Du Fanglin sighed.

The younger generation of martial arts will eventually grow up. The Confucian thought calmly that this time he should be able to die less and have more choices. If one day, when the hardship situation encounters another major event, it is no longer necessary to use the old people who live in seclusion in the mountains, maybe this is hope.

As soon as he raised his hand, Beichen Fengxian couldn't help but shrink back, and put a piece of gold on the ground.

Du Fanglin said: "Go and order a sword." ”

Shower Yusheng, who was looking for a good apprentice to send a sword in the Northern Regions, probably couldn't catch up.

The gold was too shiny, and Beichen Feng felt a little blind.

Du Fanglin condescendingly continued to star.

"Multi-...... Thanks a lot. Beichen Fengxian remembered his mission as a secret agent, and couldn't help but first clench his fist to his lips and cough lightly, "There is no retribution in the future, this ...... This is a foreign land that was born by fate......"

"Give it to me." Du Fanglin leaned over and took the initiative to hand out the fan.

"Ahem."

There is an extra bamboo tube carved with butterflies on the folding fan.

The agreement between Yinchuan Butterfly King and the Northern Imperial City should have been reached.

But to what extent it can be achieved depends on how the next generation of young people will play it. Du Fanglin didn't ask, and he didn't care. This is the tacit understanding between him and Beichen Taifu Yu Jiefei.

"Sir, I still have something to ......" Excited for a while, the business was not proficient, and Xiao Fengxian tried to get up and make up. But the ink fracture fan pressed on his shoulder first.

Du Fanglin raised his hand slightly and touched the young man's head.

"Not bad."

That's it.

Really let go of the body and mind, embark on another road from now on, seek your own way, and give full play to your potential, and there will naturally be rivers and lakes after a hundred years!

Du Fanglin bowed: "I don't need to." He could feel the ease in his heart, and the past that had been piled up together but couldn't be seen clearly seemed to be slowly loosening, "You go back!" ”

The vortex of ice and snow.

There is also a figure returning to this world of ice and snow again. The black hair is vertical, the black gauze is purple, and the thick fluff looks very warm, and the young man's unusually fair and unwavering face does not look so indifferent.

The man named Naraku Night Snack slowly returns to his birthplace. Before leaving, the master of the Heaven of Desirelessness received a letter and set off to prepare, but before leaving, the fairy of Desirelessness thought that he no longer needed to infuse the knowledge from the books into the new pure soul. It's one thing to get it from a book, it's another thing to integrate knowledge and then experience it as a human being.

Xiao needed to go through the experience, to really turn the impression of the world in his mind into his actual feelings, and he was ruthlessly thrown out.

"Talk about no desire, leave."

"You, did you leave too?" There is no fluctuating tone, and the fingertips that are almost integrated with the ice and snow slowly caress the ice. The condensing crystal flower has withered, and I don't know where to grow again, and there is a trace of feeling in Xiao's heart, and there are three points of uncertainty and confusion.

"Goo."

A strange voice landed on the left, and a snowy owl from nowhere tilted its head, staring at the person whose aura was actually one with the entire vortex of ice and snow.

Or rather, it can't be called a "human" yet.

One man and one bird looked at each other for a long time, until Yoi raised a hand.

"You, too, are awake in this place."

"Goo." The snowy owl didn't understand.

A familiar place, a life different from ice and snow, is not a condensation flower, but it seems so agile. Curiosity diluted the uneasiness in her heart, and Xiao nodded slowly: "You are the third one I've seen here." "In addition to the condensing crystal flower, the second life is to talk about desirelessness.

But Ning Jinghua and talk about no desire are gone.

"Are you going to leave too?" Yoi asked earnestly with a glance.

Unable to resist the temptation, the snowy owl flapped its wings and flew to the arm that stretched out like a branch.

Xiao: "You want to come with me?" ”

Owl: "Coo-coo." ”

"I'm not talking about desirelessness." Yoi stared at the bird on her arm, "I'm not leaving." The trace of fluctuation in his heart, which might be called grievance, was slowly calmed out by the bland cooing of the snow owl.

"Goo~~"

After looking at each other again for a moment, Xiao suddenly realized: "This is, happy!" ”