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Go to a hundred steps and see the abundance, the forest is green, and the mist is faint. After walking dozens of steps, I saw signs of anxiety, and the original green leaves were full of devastation. The traces left by the fire beast's red pupils have not yet been erased, and this place is already a battlefield. This is exactly the appearance of the mouth of the Hundred Flowers Valley, which has long lost its former beauty.

"I haven't seen the palace master for many years, and the last time I visited the palace master was in the Dragon Earth Palace. The festival demon slowed down, "Huang Gongzi, look at this Valley of Hundred Flowers, it has been messed up by fire beasts. ”

Huang Lang snorted lightly, "Is the Fengqi Palace Master in the valley?"

The festival demon nodded slightly, and then walked to the mouth of the valley, swaying from side to side, and turned into a demon body, which was a stick insect. He breathed upwards and shouted, "The Bamboo Forest Festival Demon on the banks of the Sanchuan River brings mortals to see the palace master. ”

Immediately, two flying ants fluttered their wings and appeared from behind a tree, and one of them said: "The festival demon is bold, dare to bring mortals to this holy place privately?

The stick insect bowed his head and fell to the ground, "Hugh has to deal with me in this matter, the young palace master is in trouble, go and tell the palace master." Let's say that this mortal is also extraordinary, his name is Huang Lang, and he is the husband of the young palace master. ”

The flying ants immediately turned back into the valley, and soon the queen ant arrived. She quickly stepped forward, holding Huang Lang with one hand and the festival demon with the other, and the two ups and downs flew into the valley.

The scenery in the valley is very different from that of the valley. Huang Lang smelled the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance was overflowing, now it is autumn, and it is like spring, the surrounding flower branches, the trees are verdant, and there are dozens of huts, all surrounded by green vines and flowers, it is elegant, like a fairyland. In the depths, two giant trees set off the majestic palace, which is beautiful, gorgeous and solemn.

The main entrance of the palace is wide open, the inside is colorful, surrounded by flowers and leaves, and there are green vines as seats, dozens of butterfly demons are in a fluttering posture, all looking at the people who come to worship.

There is a branch in the high place, the flowers are in full bloom, and the colorful butterflies are flying in the bushes, which is the demon body of Fengqi - Wycombe Abbey Phoenix Butterfly.

She fluttered her wings and seemed to dance among the flowers, but she disturbed her spirit, and she took on the form of a human being, and sat high on the branches. She was so beautiful that there seemed to be no one more beautiful than her. She smiled, picturesque, charming and charming, but she kept her heart and did not report joy and anger.

"Huang Lang, do you know me?" Feng Qi's voice was as moving as ever.

Seeing this beauty, Huang Lang was already sluggish, woke up when he heard the sound, took two steps blankly, suddenly raised his head and chest, and replied: "You are not Fengqi, I have seen you in Juxian Tower in River Town." ”

"What you see in Juxian Tower is my predecessor. No matter the vicissitudes of life, the beauty in front of you belongs to the same figure. And I ask thee, what sin has befallen my daughter?"

Huang Lang stared straight at him, his expression calm. His pride was so troubled that he didn't seem to compromise on that beauty. His tone was calm, and he slowly explained the previous battle with the black dragon, and his eyebrows did not show a trace of distress.

When the butterfly demons heard this, they all looked worried, and then they talked about it. Suddenly, a butterfly flew in, and after the dazzling, it turned into a human appearance, and its beauty is indescribable. She bent down towards Fengqi, her voice was soft, with a hint of tenacity, "The young palace master is in trouble, and the black dragon is extremely shameless!"

"Fan Dai Butterfly," Feng Qi rolled over, "You don't have to be angry on my behalf. She turned to Huang Lang again and said, "My daughter fell into a predicament in order to save you, and her mist of illusion could not trap the black dragon for a long time, and I am afraid that she has been captured by the black dragon at this time." Hehe, the black dragon will definitely not kill the phoenix butterfly, he will most likely take away my Qu Ling phoenix hairpin, and then threaten it. ”

"I've come to see you, and I beg you to save the butterfly. Huang Lang said sincerely.

"I know you're a human spirit. The soul of the world is indeed a treasure. The phoenix butterfly fell into the hands of the black dragon, so that it can lead me into the dragon underground palace and lead you forward. The old beast is cunning, and I don't want to risk my life. ”

Hearing this, Huang Lang frowned, a trace of resentment arose in his heart, and suddenly flicked his sleeves, and shouted loudly: "Sure enough, you monsters are ruthless and unjust." Fengqi Palace Master, you are the mother of phoenix butterflies, do you want to save her?"

"I let my daughter follow you, and you are like that?"

"Hmph! Out of reason, I married Qing'er, not Fengdie. But Feng Die's true feelings with me are obvious, and I swear to try to save her!" he seemed to reveal his true feelings, "Fengqi Palace Master, since you don't want to save it, then I, Huang Lang, only ask you for advice and teach me the method of slaughtering the black dragon." ”

Feng Qi finally glanced at Huang Lang squarely, "Take him to Xiangyuan." ”

Flower Palace Xiangyuan, the fragrance is bright, a picture scroll, fragrant surrounding. There are words on the scroll, which is a poem:

The candlelight is a mirror, and the cold moon turns into frost. There is not a wisp of smoke, and every household faces two windows. The green silk burns the ashes, and the blue beads are full of water. Black ink is covered with a layer, and two sheets of white paper are stacked. The pen describes the seven feelings, and the seven feelings are smiling and clear. In the book, six desires are found, and six desires burn incense. There are flying feathers in Nanshan, and the blue bird reports panic. Beihai Su heavy armor, Xuan turtle hides sadness. Twenty young people, white in the twilight. Seventy senile people, looking at children's clothes. The turtle stays here, and the blue bird is in the distance. depressed words are unintentional, but look at the show red chapter. was originally full of wisdom, but now it is reckless. One word through the ages is not as long as two tears.

The poem "Whispering" of the Hundred Flowers Valley Demon has been here for a thousand years. Even the demons of the Kun tribe don't know where the demon poems come from, but they all believe in this legend and take it as a holy oracle. "Whispering Poem" may be the treasure of the town of Hundred Flowers Valley, and when the fire beast Red Pupil burned the Hundred Flowers Valley, it was not able to burn it.

Fan Dai Die guided Huang Lang to the demon poem, "Can you understand the true meaning of this?"

"It's just lyrical, love sleeps forever. The next moment, Huang Lang's eyes lit up, "Demon poem! Demon poem?"

"Demons also have a way, far away from the red dust. But the demon of my Kun tribe has many people who think about it. This demon poem is the oracle of our clan, warning the demons of the Kun clan not to be nostalgic for the mortal world. But the palace master is reasonable, and rarely objects to us being merciful in the world. ”

"The combination of man and demon is the reflection of me and the butterfly. But why does the Fengqi Palace Master want me to watch it? Could it be that there is a dragon slaying method hidden in the demon poem?"

"No, I guess the meaning of the palace master is to teach you the method of forgetfulness, not the way to slay the dragon. Fan Dai pursed her lips and smiled, "If you forget your feelings for a while and don't think about the phoenix butterfly, then you won't think about slaughtering the black dragon." ”

"The phoenix butterfly is in danger, but you want me to forget my feelings," he snorted angrily, "I don't understand demon poetry, I only have the phoenix butterfly in my heart!" resolutely turned around, left the incense garden, and returned to the main hall.

"Have you read the demon poem?" Feng Qi hid his face and asked Huang Lang, "Are you still persistent?"

"Persistent, reluctant to be sincere. He flicked his sleeves, "You are the mother, I am the husband." The mother has no intention of taking risks, and the husband has a desperate heart. I'm on the wrong side!"

Huang Lang turned around and was about to leave the Valley of Hundred Flowers, but he smelled a wisp of strange fragrance, and then he felt dizzy, and a pair of eyelids could no longer hold it, and then slowly fell to the ground, as if he was asleep.

Feng Qi collected the demon method, and ordered a little demon to take Huang Lang to the Aromatic Pavilion to sleep peacefully. Then, she jumped lightly from the flower branch, "This person is infatuated with demons!"

"The young palace master is married to a good Langjun!" a butterfly demon sighed, and then all the banshees complied.

"That's the case, order the three kings to prepare for war," Feng Qi took small steps, and while walking towards the palace gate, he ordered, "The poison sent troops to the Sanchuan River, the ant queen followed the army, and the aphid led the troops to support." I'm going to fight the black dragon, and I'm going to rescue my butterfly. ”