Linglu, a flower that is extremely delicate when in full bloom and blooms for only one day. Some people compare it to an epiphany, but I don't think so, because epiphany is only a flash in time, and spiritual dew blooms in the morning and withers at night.

It is more appropriate to use the word morning flower to describe it.

There was a person who loved flowers like his life, and he was awake for only one day a year, and this day was when the spiritual dew was in full bloom. Later, he fell ill and died, and the Linglu flower in Manping merged with his soul and turned into a special sword - Chaohua Xi Sword.

This story came out of the mouth of an old man, this old man was now standing in front of Ye Fei, he called himself the sword spirit who picked up the sword in Chao Huaxi, and threatened not to pass through this place without carrying himself.

Isn't that a bit ......? A bit self-inflicted.

Ye Fei and Fang Baiyu leaned against the sea of flowers, their vigorous figures appearing and disappearing with the swaying of the flowers. They happily looked at the old man on the lonely rock, as if they were watching a humorous drama that cost nothing.

As soon as they met, the old man jumped and jumped, and sometimes twisted his ass shamelessly.

If he is a sword spirit, no one will believe him if he is really killed.

The two of them are indeed tired, and they think that it is good to stay here with flowers to rest. He never disturbed the old man's self-amusement.

And the old man, who was covered with wreaths of all kinds, and wore dog rings on his feet, was also happy, singing and dancing to himself, regardless of whether the singing was a ghost cry or a wolf howl.

The three of them melted into a circle, a strange combination that stood on the "top of the sea of flowers".

"Doodoo, doot, I'm my grandmother's little housekeeper. Grandma, grandma, don't move, move, sing, hahahahahaha, hahaha, ha ”

When the old man howled to the climax, the whole world quieted down, and after the world quieted down, Ye Fei vomited, vomited so much, vomited back and forth, laughed while spitting back, laughed while laughing, shed tears, runny nose, "I, I, this, this can also be called a song." ”

Fang Baiyu hurriedly covered his mouth and said, "Shh...... Don't talk nonsense, there are no good people on the road to heaven, while the old man is still normal, hurry up and rest and rest to nourish his spirit. ”

"Hahaha, hahahaha, this old guy sings so badly, how can I sleep. Ye Fei pulled his neck at the old man and sneered, "Go down, go down, go down." ”

", stinky boy, what are you talking about. The old man's beard stood up, jumped over, pointed at Ye Fei's nose and blew his beard, and scolded glaringly, "Stinky boy, what are you talking about." You dare to say it again. ”

"I said, you sing so badly, go down quickly. Ye Fei blinked his eyes and said word by word.

The old man was angry all of a sudden, patted his chest and scolded: "You dare to say that, you dare to say that, don't you dare to say that, aren't you afraid of death." ”

Ye Fei smiled slyly: "You are just a singer, what is there to be afraid of." ”

"I'm a singer, I'm a singer? You say it again, I don't hear clearly. In fact, no one knows better than the old man how good his singing level is, so when he heard someone call himself a singer, there was a trace of inexplicable excitement.

"You love singing so much, aren't you a singer? Ye Fei continued to pretend to be innocent.

"yes, yes, of course I'm a singer. I'm a singer. The old man, who was originally fierce and vicious, suddenly turned into a gentle and lovely cute girl, put her right hand on Ye Fei's shoulder, and began to call her brother, "I said little brother, you really have a vision, you can see that I am a singer." Yes, yes, so, what do you think of my singing skills, and what needs to be improved? ”

Ye Fei's eyes narrowed, and he forced a smile and said: "You, the treble is not high enough, the bass is not low enough, the alto, almost nothing." The voice is as hoarse as a broken gong...... "Seeing that the old man's face was getting colder and colder, he had an idea, and said: "However, it is this broken gong-like voice that is the only bright spot." ”

"This is the highlight. "The old man's hair stood on end," he continued, and continued. ”

"Have you heard Yang Kun's song? Ye Fei smiled deeply.

"Yang Kun, who is Yang Kun. "The old man is in a hurry.

"A singer, his voice is known for being hoarse and very magnetic, I think you are more hoarse and representative than him, you can develop in this direction. ”

"Really. Am I really that potential? The old man excitedly shook Ye Fei's hand, "I hate to see each other late, I really hate to see each other late, hello, I am the sword spirit who picks up the sword in Chaohuaxi." ”

Ye Fei calmly touched his nose and said, "My name is Ye Fei." This is my business card. As he spoke, he took out a leaf from his sleeve, and the word Ye Fei was engraved on it.

Fang Baiyu's mouth opened wide in shock, and his chin was dislocated: "This ...... That's fine, too. ”

The old man who had been in the posture of an uncle before, now he was really convinced, he trembled his hands, carefully studied the small words on the leaves, and then held the leaves with both hands, and carefully put them into his arms: "Ye, Ye Fei, no." Brother Ye. I hate to see each other late, I really hate to see each other late. Here, please, come to the Humble House to talk about the development direction of the performing arts. ”

"Well. Ye Fei coughed, "Oh, the people who asked me for advice are all queuing up to the top of Shu Mountain, although you have good qualifications, you have to know the truth of first come, first served." ”

The old man frowned, conjured a huge dry tobacco pouch out of thin air and handed it over, "You came here today to prove that you are destined, so let's make a face." ”

Ye Fei took the dry cigarette, looked at the sticky cigarette holder with disgust, and said, "Hey, that is, it depends on your qualifications, come on, I'll make an exception today to mention you." ”

"This way, please, you please. The old man bent down to give way.

"Walking. Ye Fei shook off his figure-eight legs and walked forward swaggeringly, not forgetting to turn around and throw Bai Yu a victory gesture when he left, "Hahaha." ”

Fang Baiyu shook his head again and again, looking up to the sky and roaring: "This world, this world is really crazy. ”

The two of them stepped forward, the swaying flowers rolled up like waves, and a beautiful thatched house appeared in front of them, covered with flowers, fresh and colorful, like a dream.

Fang Baiyu noticed that there was no fire outside the house, let alone a stove, and there was not a single broken wood around, with a strict posture of fire prevention.

When they got closer, the door of the house opened automatically, and the old man said again and again: "Please, please inside." ”