Chapter 120: Paper Butterfly Leads the Way

After the unitary period, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets.

Tianyou's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and he took out an item in his arms, but it was the white paper butterfly given by the Ivy Spring Daoist. It turned out that when the Ivy Chun Dao people gave Nalan Bingruo Jindan to the Elder Demon after the old demon left, he secretly gave Tianyou a white paper butterfly, which Tianyou didn't notice at that time and kept it in the treasure bag.

This paper butterfly is cut with six auspicious continuous paper, extremely thin and soft, looks delicate and weak, blowing to fly, God bless the paper butterfly spread in the palm of the hand, take a closer look, suddenly the paper butterfly trembled slightly, and then slowly stirred its wings, a look of leaping to fly.

Tianyou smiled: "I guessed correctly, if you want to go to the Fantasy Gate, why ask people, this paper butterfly will lead the way." ”

It turned out that Tianyou saw that Li Yuanlong's men subconsciously protecting their own bag, and knew that there must be something important in this bag, and that night he sneaked into his house to check the situation, and accidentally found that Li Yuanlong's bag also contained an identical paper butterfly, and he guessed a few points in his heart.

The Fantasy Gate must be built in a very secret and difficult to find place, not everyone in this world has the opportunity to see the true face of the Fantasy Gate, only the people who are recognized by the Fantasy Gate and their disciples will obtain this paper butterfly, and if you want to go to the Fantasy Gate, you have to rely on this paper butterfly to lead the way.

If Tianyou had left after reading it at that time, there would have been no later Li Yuanlong's affairs in the courtyard, but after Tianyou had gone through some things, he had some grudges, he felt that Li Yuanlong was very annoying, so he used a sleeping charm to urge him to sleep, and then stole his paper butterfly, burned the paper butterfly to ashes, and then put a word, and then left. Tianyou ruined Li Yuanlong's only chance to go to the Fantasy Wind and Cloud Society, Li Yuanlong was furious, and it was reasonable to vent his anger on Qijie.

It's just that Qijie suffered this catastrophe in vain, but he didn't know the reason.

The past is not narrated for the time being, Qijie saw the paper butterfly appear, and hurriedly called Qijie, and before the two could clean up the house, they saw that the paper butterfly had taken off, circled in the courtyard, and flew to the city.

Tianyou grabbed Qijie, flew out of the inn, and chased away.

There are three city gates inside and outside Bianjing, originally to be closed at night, but today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but make an exception to open, this paper butterfly flies all the way north, like a snowflake dances lightly with the wind, the white butterfly floats through the Jinghe River, through the willow forest, over the Mingyue Lake, the paper butterfly on the road is seen more and more, the white paper butterfly flies all over the sky, like blowing thousands of pear petals, and like falling goose feather snow, it is strange.

These paper butterflies seemed to be pulled by something, and they all flew in the same direction, flying directly towards the center of the Mingyue Lake in the city.

Mingyue Lake, the lake water is like a mirror, broad and vast, there is a mansion built on the center of the lake, under the cold moon, it is as lonely as the wide cold in the moon.

Tianyou pasted the yellow talisman on the feet of the two, and took up the treading water trick: "The road is three micro, floating and flying eight poles, often entering the air, Ling Bo resists the wind, and is as urgent as the law!" ”

Tianyou and Qijie jumped into the water with a puff and walked directly on the water.

There is wind under the moon, which is cool and cool, but the two have no intention of enjoying the moon and enjoying the coolness.

The two brothers tread water and flew away, and finally reached the middle of the lake.

The island in the center of the lake is made of huge lake stones, the stone shape is simple, I don't know how many years it has been built, a mansion has been built on the stacked stone seat, but I see this mansion Zhumen Nanzhu, green tiles and white walls, there is a plaque hanging on the main door, and the three words of the silver fantasy door are gilded, although the atmosphere is atmospheric, but it is a little old, it looks like an old house that has been deserted for a long time.

Tianyou looked at it for a while, and saw that the door of this mansion was already open, and without thinking too much, he beckoned Qijie to follow him and flash into it in turn.

There is no attic pavilion behind this door, but a huge courtyard in a circular shape, a total of four gates can be entered, the courtyard is paved with bluestone bricks, the middle is carved out of the bright moon and clouds, and the blue bricks that were seen in front of the Yuxian Pavilion are somewhat similar, I think it is the unique sign of the fantasy door, the front of the courtyard hangs a pale yellow lantern, the word fantasy is written on the front, and the back is also the pattern of the clouds covering the moon, which is simple and mysterious.

At this time, the courtyard was already full of people in strange costumes, some of them were closing and recuperating, some of them were greeting each other, and some of them were fierce and angry, and most of them raised their heads and looked at the air. In the air were flying paper butterflies, densely packed, like a huge snowball spinning in the air, making a hula hula sound.

Obviously, these are all mages and Taoists who have come to participate in the Fantasy Wind and Cloud Meeting. Warlocks from all over the world gather in one place, and such a grand occasion is indeed rare.

Tianyou and Qijie didn't have time to patronize these, and hurriedly looked around, wanting to see if the Seven Holy Daoists were among them, but the courtyard was densely populated, and the light in the night was unclear, how could they see it clearly at a glance.

Suddenly, there was a clear whistle in mid-air, and under the bright moon, there was a person flying on a white paper crane, which was a paper of thousands of white immortals.

Although everyone present had never seen Bai Yuxian, most of them had heard the name of the paper fairy, and when they saw him soaring on a paper crane, it was expected to be him. Everyone bowed their heads and said respectfully: "I have seen the Immortal Pavilion Master." ”

Bai Yuxian's expression was still arrogant and cold, and he didn't answer everyone, but he raised his hand slightly, and saw that all the paper butterflies turned sharply and merged, condensing in his hand and turning into a nine-layer paper lotus the size of a sea bowl and spinning. Bai Yuxian hovered in the air, and his voice was as clear and cold as moonlight: "Everyone, the number of people who came here tonight to participate in the Fantasy Wind and Cloud Meeting is more than 100, and in terms of Daomen, it can be regarded as a prosperous era, but the door master Jin Hengxu got the news, and after the discussion of the elders of the Heavenly Master Association, this session of the Heavenly Master Conference was handed over to the Fantasy Gate to undertake, so this year's Fantasy Wind Cloud Meeting will not be held, so as to facilitate the preparation of the Heavenly Master Conference!" ”

"What? Didn't hold it? ”

"What are you kidding? I didn't hesitate to travel thousands of miles to attend the conference, and if I didn't do it, I wouldn't do it? ”

"How can this be? You can't influence us to enter the inner gate for the sake of the Heavenly Master Conference! ”

"Noise! If you don't leave at this time, what are you waiting for? Bai Yuxian said coldly.

Suddenly, the voice of discussion disappeared, and now there were many Yaque, but after all, someone stood up dissatisfiedly and said: "Bai Yuxian, what do you think of the world's heroes and heroes in the fantasy gate?" If you let us come, we have to come, let us go, we have to go, can we go? ”

The man who spoke was very distinctive, and if he hadn't stood on the shoulders of a servant, he wouldn't have even been able to find him, who was three feet tall, dressed in a black robe, with a pure yang scarf, combed in a double bun, and his face was wrinkled and had a burnt yellow mustache.

"Three-foot Earth Spirit Demon Lu Kun? How? Do you want to do it? Bai Yuxian turned around with the nine-layer paper lotus in his hand and threatened.