Chapter 15 Butterflies Love Flowers

Flowers are easy to thank, fog is easy to lose, dreams are easy to pass, clouds are easy to disperse, especially things, how can it be embarrassing?

After the rain, the sky on the riverbank dawns, how much do the old boats and new guests know? The distant mountains see the bamboo forest and fragrant grass, the morning breeze caresses the green plantains, the cold plum falls into winter, and the swallows in spring want to return to the nest;

The willow leaf paddle splashes the peach blossom waves, the crane in Tingzhou looks into the distance, drinks a lamp unwilling to be melancholy, sings a song about the past, the harmony between the mountains and rivers echoes, and misses the hot distance・・・・・・

Murong Fei, the crown prince of the Jin Kingdom, who was taken away from the Jin Kingdom and hurried in the direction of the Qingyun Sect by Nie Zhong, the royal guard of the Jin Kingdom, stopped in a lush mountain forest at this moment, it was evening at this time, and from time to time there were one or two sounds of some kind of beast in the forest, and the crescent moon was already on its head, and the faint moonlight quietly flowed in every corner of the forest.

At this time, Murong Fei was already messy and sat beside the burning bonfire with his knees crossed, and he was still immersed in the grief of the country's ruin. He still remembers that every year when the plum blossoms bloom, his father and mother will dress tightly to take him to see the plum blossoms, "Fei'er, the plum blossoms are frosty and snowy, open in spring, handsome and arrogant, not seeking glory and profit, it is strong, it is loyal, so it is also elegant." Father wants you to learn from the plum blossoms, people must have a proud style, perseverance and willpower is a necessary way to strengthen yourself, you must learn to be tenacious and unyielding, remember?" Murong Fei always nodded as if he didn't understand, he had always been instilled by his parents with the etiquette of the right code in education, and as he grew up, he also became what he hoped to be in the eyes of his parents.

He can write and martial arts, loves to drink and write poetry, and also likes knives, guns and sticks. Since he was born, he has been dressed and fed, surrounded by active flatterers, how do you know the bitterness of the world? At this time, he began to miss his parents and his parents, he was short of breath in his chest, looked up at the crescent moon, and the same was true of poetry: "Tears are wet and full of fat and powder, and the four stacks of Yangguan,

Sing it a thousand times. The humane mountains and rivers are long and broken, and the light rain smells the lonely hall;

Don't hurt and leave the mess, forget to leave,

The wine cup is deep and shallow, so that the sound book can be relied on by the geese, and Donglai is not as far as Penglai ~~~"

"Hey!" Nie Zhong, who was returning with the corpse of a beast at this time, sighed when he saw this. In the past half a month, Murong Fei has been immersed in grief, the country is ruined, how much psychological trauma has it brought to this child?

Nie Zhong: "Prince, people have to keep moving forward, you can't keep being so depressed, Dajin is still waiting for you to return to the country." ”

Murong Fei came back to his senses, and after getting along for half a month, he already knew that Nie Zhong was a powerful cultivator. He is also rushing to Qingyun Sect now to become a powerful cultivator!

Murong Fei: "Uncle Nie, you can call me Fei'er in the future, I have no relatives in the world and I am the only one left left." Do you think I can really return to China?"

Nie Zhong: "The Qingyun Sect is one of the top sects in the southern part of the Qingmu Continent, and it will make you stronger." "The answer is not what you asked.

Murong Fei: "Uncle Nie, I want to take revenge!"

Nie Zhong groaned and nodded, "There will be a day." ”

The night was long, and Murong Fei, who had had dinner, couldn't help but have thoughts coming to him, thinking about his relatives, thinking about his parents in the past, but at this time, he was only left alone, and his thoughts were uneasy:

My parents are flowers, I am a butterfly, and butterflies love flowers~~~~

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Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and at this time, there was a dispute in the residence of the outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect. In front of the courtyard of a house, a fierce quarrel came:

"Hmph, Sun Ming, you should pay this month's protection fee today! Don't get out of here quickly!" a noise slammed on the door.

"No! I have no money this month!" came from inside the house, it was Sun Ming's voice, and this small courtyard was the house where Xing Tian lived.

"Joke, it's only been two days since the sect issued silver today, if you don't come out, we're welcome!" The three or five young men in the costumes of the outer disciples couldn't help but blast the door open.

"What are you doing here, I don't have the money to demolish my gate!" Sun Ming said excitedly.

"Hey, we're not just going to hit you at the door today, we're going to hit you! The five people immediately dragged Sun Ming out of the room, and they were punched head-on. Sun Ming, who didn't have any vitality, couldn't dodge, and this punch hit his face, and he immediately suffered pain. Immediately after that, another person kicked Sun Ming in the waist and then in the lower abdomen in front of him, and Sun Ming immediately felt pain in his liver and intestines.

"It's useless for you to beat me! I just don't have any money!"

However, Sun Ming's shouts did not change the hands of several teenagers to stop, the head, face, eyes, nose, mouth, body, stomach, palms and backs of hands, and even the lower body were also "taken care of", Sun Ming bent over in pain, sat down with his head in his hands, and finally lay down! The voice shouted hoarsely, and after the beating that lasted for half an hour, he weakly lowered his hands to protect his head, blood flowed down from his forehead, and Sun Ming's consciousness began to blur with his nose and face swollen and scarred.

"Okay, if you beat this kid again, you'll die, how can it be so cheap. Search for me, inside and outside the house. The leading young man stopped the beating and ordered a few people around him: "It will be Senior Brother Yue's birthday in a few days, give me a little more care, the better the gifts you buy for Senior Brother Yue, Senior Brother Yue may be able to promote us to be a little steward!" As soon as the others heard "Senior Brother Yue," their spirits perked up, Senior Brother Yue was a disciple of the fifth level of Qi cultivation! I heard that he was about to advance to the sixth layer! This year's Outer Disciple Contest will definitely be able to win a good ranking! When the time comes, it will not be easy for them to eat and drink spicy food? As I searched the house, there was an intermittent sound of rummaging over boxes and cabinets, and sometimes the sound of ceramics falling to the ground and smashing them.

After a while, several people in the house came out: "I really don't have a dime, phew, poor ghost! After speaking, he kicked Sun Ming hard.

"No, if you don't, you have to have it, I'll come back in three days, and I won't have any money by then, so it's a matter of breaking my arm and leg." Let's go!" the leader frowned, turned around and led the man away, kicking the door frame heavily as he left.

It wasn't until they all left that two good teenagers in the next yard who usually played with Sun Ming came over, and their noses were sour when they saw Sun Ming's miserable condition, "These bastards, no one cares!" They are also part of the crowd that pays protection money, and they hate it when they suffer from it. "Officials protect each other, and it is necessary to take care of it early. Let's help Sun Ming to bed first and rub the medicine. But I still can't help but say:

"This group of brutes is so ruthless, is there still humanity!!"