A few traces of glow leaked from Zuo Ling's slender five fingers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She took a half step back, and the golden-red flames of light poured out of the blooming bark, and the black shadow of the lonely maple tree disappeared like a faded outer bark, and a brilliant maple tree surrounded by flames of light illuminated a radius of ten meters, not to mention how its golden-red leaves shone brightly, and even the fallen leaves on the ground illuminated by its light became like red gold.

This mountain clearing has become like a golden building and jade hall because of a tree.

It is a plant, but it emits a light that has fascinated humans since ancient times, like precious metals and flames.

It is the fire of life that surpasses the neon of everything, the butterfly disaster that originates from the legend of the maple fire in Jingshan, and the miracle condensed by the spiritual surge of human fantasy.

Zuo Ling reached out to touch the golden red flame and felt a slight warmth. As my aunt said, harmless butterfly disasters may sound contradictory, but it has been common for human beings to classify some phenomena that are difficult to understand and grasp thoroughly as disasters.

Qin Xin raised his hand to cover his eyes, strong light exposure would affect his vision and interfere with his judgment. Even in a relatively peaceful forest, he has always demanded himself as a forest ranger, and he will not be too relaxed.

He searched through his memories and found that the only dazzling thing that could compare to this maple tree, except for the stars hanging overhead, was the humanoid self-propelled xenon lamp that he had seen in the competition, the original May.

Zuo Ling took a few steps back and took off the butterfly plague detector, admiring the magnificent scene in front of him in silence.

It's not that she doesn't know beauty.

The blue antelope is beautiful, the eight-colored thrush is beautiful, and the three-spotted damselfish is beautiful...... But they're also great material for experimentation.

Zuo Ling put on the butterfly plague detector again, and his right eye entered the black and white world, and the various data in the lens field of vision rose rapidly like a fountain, corresponding to the brighter and brighter the tree of light and flame.

"Let's get started, get rid of the butterfly plague." She said to Qin Xin behind her.

Qin Xin silently recited a sentence in his mind, "Your Excellency Butterfly, it's time for dinner", then picked up a thick and long dead branch of a maple tree from the ground, thinned it with his bare hands and shaped it into a firewood knife, and then poured the power of butterfly transformation into a sharp logging tool. He walked to the more leafy side of the maple tree and cut a triangular gap, then walked to the other side, holding the cold, metallic wood knife with both hands and cutting into the warm golden red flame.

The wood is not very tough, and the body of the tree is not blurred, it is a weighty entity.

When Qin Xin's arm sliced the blade into the tree about four-fifths of the way, the trunk fell down to the denser side of the branches and leaves due to its own weight.

The light flames around the maple tree suddenly dimmed, Qin Xin obviously sensed that something seemed to be shattering in the air, he had been transformed into a semi-spiritual body by a butterfly when he retreated from the adult magazine vending machine, and after the restoration, his interference with the spirit was permanently increased. As a result, his sensitivity to mental surges is almost comparable to that of a Butterfly with a reconnaissance ability.

The butterfly woke up at this moment, and the distorted and blurred fluctuations enveloped the area where Qin Xin was, so that Zuo Ling, who was close at hand, could not detect his situation, and a flickering cyan insect and bird rune was dazzling, like a long whale absorbing water to incorporate the golden red light and flames scattered in the air and ground.

After a moment, the butterfly in his head made a voice similar to satisfaction.

Qin Xin felt the revival of qi and blood in his body and the power of butterfly transformation, thinking that the progress of this time had reached at least sixty percent, and there was no need to worry about the first few games of the main competition.

When the cyan insect and bird rune disappeared in front of his chest, the butterfly's progress report came on time:

"Concept stripping and absorption completed, current progress, 107%."

What the?! 107%？！

Until the day of the competition, when he left Jingshan and returned to the imperial capital, Qin Xin, who was carrying the dyed autumn sword, was still in a trance.

There wasn't even a decent fight, just a tree was chopped down, and the progress of making up for the conceptual weakness reached 107%. It's like buying a popsicle on the side of the street, and after eating it, you find that the stick says "Congratulations on getting a villa with a sea view".

He stumbled into the entrance of the Guanyue Gymnasium.

Qin Ye, who was separated by a distance behind him, stood with his hands in his hands and said in a deep voice: "Rats! Can't even stand in front of me? ”

You pushed me and ran away! Darn...... Dad.

Qin Xin dared not speak, in the past two days, my father didn't know where to get a copy of "The Self-cultivation of a Peerless Master", and he was fascinated by reading it, not only regarded the author who didn't know whether it was called Wang Wu or Wang Wu as an idol, but also practiced the content of the book every day.

He didn't wake up Zuo Ling, who stayed up all night reading the information after returning home from the butterfly disaster, although she was the team doctor, Qin Xin didn't think that the members of the Dongda Kendo Club who were wearing sensory protective gear competitions would have injuries that would have to be taken by Zuo Ling. Just let her sleep a little longer.

He returned to the imperial capital with Qin Ye, who got up early to go to work, but his father suddenly proposed that he wanted to meet Gao Shan, and decided to skip work by the way to watch Qin Xin's first main match. So I followed all the way to the gymnasium.

Compared with the grand opening of the opening ceremony, the start of the individual competition was very flat.

But this is only for the audience, for the contestants, how can there be a dull time under the spotlight.

Gao Ride had already put on a full set of gray and white protective gear, and he ignored the coaches who had gathered before the game and came to the ring alone. He saw a young man in a black tracksuit swinging a crimson sword in the air in the other corner of the ring. Next to the young man, there was an uncle with his back to him, wearing a straight shirt with red stripes on a black background, looking down at something.

Gao Ride turned the protective mask into a cover mode and walked over, he didn't want the other party to see his expression.

When Gao Ride was about to walk in front of Qin Xin, Qin Ye suddenly turned around the sleeves of his robe and set off a strong wind, which made Gao Ride stunned for a moment.

Qin Ye threw the book back into his sleeve, his face was indifferent, and the expression of a peerless master:

"What are you to dare to come close to me behind your back?"

Seeing the name on the name bag hanging from the waist of the gray swordsman who came over, Qin Xin hurriedly pulled his father, who was full of aura, aside and said:

"I'm sorry, it's my dad, he's a little ......"

"He's your dad?" Gao Ride asked, his body shaking as if his body were shaking.

Qin Xin nodded, wanting to introduce himself to Qin Ye, but found that his father was turning his back and putting his feet on the pergola to look at the audience.

"I see the mountain guy!" Qin Ye turned his head, and said to Gao Ride with that indifferent face again, "Don't say much, this time it's your fate, let you live!" Then he ran to the viewing area of Dongming Forestry University.

Looking at Gao Ride, who was a little stunned, Qin Xin said apologetically: "My dad is a little, cough cough, a little ......" He couldn't find any decent words to describe his father for a while.

Gao Ride waved his hand and interrupted: "It's okay, your father is powerful and domineering, I admire it." ”

Gao Ride, who didn't drink today, had no interest in chatting, and Qin Xin and he were a little embarrassed in silence for a while, until the competition staff beckoned the contestants to come on stage, and the atmosphere was dissipated.

Gao Ride and Qin Xin stood on either side of the ring with swords.

"Destructive Personality Disorder and Sores Repatriated by the Forest Patrol Agency......"

Gao Ride looked at the sunny man who had invited him to drink on the other side, pointed forward with his sword, and the cries of the crowd in the audience smashed on the eardrums, but there was no wave in his heart.