Chapter 456: Among the Ten Thousand Flowers

The flowers are full of shadows, and the grass is green.

The originally fragrant, delicate and lovely flower path seems to have become a golden iron horse at this time, full of corpses and bones, and a murderous battlefield.

Each grass is a sharp sword, and a flower is a strong shield.

The grass and flowers didn't move, they were still there, but they gave people the feeling of spinning and dizzy.

The little old man was originally facing Su Weiyun on his side, but at this time, unconsciously, he had arrived behind Su Weiyun and blocked his way.

"Flowers and trees have spirits, and they can help me." He smiled softly: "No matter who you are, the first time you see this Ten Thousand Flowers Formation, you will inevitably lose your mind for a while, and it seems that you are no exception." โ€

Su Weiyun didn't panic, but asked very strangely, "Why are you doing it to me?" Do you really want Gong Jiu to kill me? โ€

The little old man said: "The enmity between you and me has long been settled, why do you bother to say more?" โ€

Su Weiyun shook his head and said, "You are a hero, not a hero." You're not the kind of person who would provoke a big enemy for the sake of a grudge ten years ago. โ€

The little old man laughed and said, "I didn't mess with you, but you came to provoke me." I stayed on the nameless island, cutting flowers and planting grass, and why did you visit for no reason? โ€

Su Weiyun said: "I was drunk and didn't know the way back, and I strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. โ€

The little old man laughed and said, "Fight, fight, startle a shoal of gulls and herons!" โ€

As he spoke, he waved the flower scissors in his hand, and sure enough, a group of gulls and herons suddenly startled.

It's just that this "gulls and herons" are composed of strange flowers of various colors, and in an instant, they are like colorful butterflies flying, dancing all over the sky, and the pieces are cut towards Su Weiyun.

Where the internal force reaches the depth, the flowers and leaves can hurt people.

Of course, the realm of the little old man has already arrived.

If these flowers and plants get on their bodies, they will definitely end up with skin and flesh and blood flowing everywhere.

Su Weiyun smiled, stretched out his left hand, and gently plucked a golden autumn chrysanthemum from the flowers, with leaves and stems, and came out completely.

"Since you don't show off your bones, I have no choice but to sacrifice ugliness."

Su Weiyun held the chrysanthemum in his hand, did not retreat, but advanced, facing the blade-like petals in the air.

The little old man was silent, but waved his robe in his left hand, blowing the wind and pressing down in the air.

The petals were like jade shavings, falling from the branches, but they looked messy, faintly blowing like a common storm on the sea, and Su Weiyun was the center of the storm.

The west wind swept heavily, and the grass was like black clouds, and it was no less than the dense rain of arrows, which made it difficult to resist.

And at this moment, in the midst of the "storm", a voice sounded.

"The flowers do not bloom and the flowers are thick, and the independent sparse hedge is not endless. I'd rather die with incense on the branches, and how could he have blown down in the north wind. โ€

A golden autumn chrysanthemum first stretched out from the chaos of thousands of flowers and the sultry grass, and then drew a large circle in the air, and those petals moved with the wind, avoiding the side.

In the big circle, a figure stepped out and said with a smile: "The flowers and trees really have spirits, it seems that this autumn chrysanthemum is helping me, and it won't help you." โ€

The little old man raised the flower scissors and said flatly: "If you don't help me, what's the use of keeping them?" โ€

As soon as he made a sudden progress, the petals around him swirled by the wind of his clothes, and they changed again, and the flower scissors also attacked like thunder in an extremely fast instant!

Flower scissors are also a kind of weapon, and when they reach the realm of the little old man, they will no longer stick to the shape of the blade, and they have long been in their hearts.

Call!

Su Weiyun still didn't retreat, but handed out the chrysanthemum in his left hand, right on the tip of the flower scissors.

The tips are slightly separated, and the fragile branches are exposed under the double edges of the scissors.

As long as the little old man gently exerts force, he can cut off this autumn chrysanthemum.

But he stopped moving.

The two stood opposite each other, one flower and one cut, as if frozen.

The petals around them fell on both sides, and this time they didn't hurt anyone.

Su Weiyun looked at the autumn chrysanthemum with pity on her face, and said, "It seems that you are still reluctant to cut this spiritual autumn chrysanthemum." โ€

The little old man nodded slowly and said, "Yes, it is not easy for autumn flowers to grow, how can I bear to cut them?" โ€

Su Weiyun said: "Then please get out of the way." โ€

The little old man took back the flower scissors, silently made way of a road, and said, "I will have people prepare the boat, and we will leave after eating at noon." โ€

Su Weiyun did not refuse, and said calmly: "The master is invited, and he doesn't dare to be satisfied." โ€

Ten thousand flowers are scattered.

The wind is warm.

Petals of various colors paved a soft path on the bluestone path, and the two stepped on the road one after the other and walked out.

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Midday.

The sun is shining and the sky is cloudless.

The little old man was still laughing, as if he had forgotten all the unpleasantness that had happened before, and he really gave Su Weiyun a courtesy.

"Su Daxia, although we are located in the middle of nowhere, we have nothing, if you have any requirements, just put it forward."

One of the longest delicate silver tables sits inside, and the rest of the long tables descend in four more positions.

One of the long tables was placed in front of the little old man, who was not in the main seat, but sat in the seat on the left.

And Su Weiyun deliberately sat in the guest seat at the end of the right after some humility.

Before the official banquet began, a group of people were already busy.

Because the little old man said, "The most honorable guest of our nameless island has ever come." โ€

No one dared to slack off, some of the maids fanned Su Weiyun, some served fruit plates, and some pinched their shoulders and beat their backs beside them.

Instead, he sat on the little old man's side, but it was empty, and no one greeted him.

Su Weiyun was still holding the autumn chrysanthemum in his hand, and said with a smile: "Since I am the most honored guest, how you treat the little old man, you should treat me." โ€

The maids looked at the little old man, and the little old man smiled and said, "You should indeed treat him the same way you treat me." Because we're one of those people. โ€

When the maids heard this, they all withdrew and stood on one side.

"Everyone, either?"

Suddenly, a cold and beautiful woman's voice came from outside the door.

Su Weiyun looked over and saw a stunning woman standing outside the door.

The lines of her figure are very soft, her black hair is draped, long and good-looking, the contours of her face are obvious, and her cat-like eyes are flashing with a blue light like the sea, which looks cold and intelligent.

But there is an indescribable laziness in her, as if she has been tired of life for a long time.

Such a beauty looks very cold, as far away as the sea.

You're clearly right in front of her, but it's like an iceberg.

She repeated her words: "Should everyone treat this person the way they would treat you?" โ€

She asked the little old man.

The little old man showed a gentle smile on his face, as if he admired and loved this beauty very much, and said, "I can't be the master. โ€

"Who can call the shots?"

"Of course, Shaman's business is in Shaman's hands."

It turned out that her name was Shaman.

After hearing this, Shaman stepped into the threshold, and also sat on the last seat, next to the little old man, and Su Weiyun was not far away.

When she saw Su Weiyun, she didn't greet her, but glanced at Su Weiyun, then lowered her head and played with her slender fingers.

Of the five empty seats, there were already three seats.