Hands, of course, are used to grasp things.

Except for the work that must be carried out, which requires the participation of the most important part of the human body - the hands, the rest of the leisure time, the hands are often idle, but some people are often idle to a certain level and will find something to do.

After being full of wine and food, Xie Ximeng often flipped a pair of chopsticks into his fingers to make a flower, as if those chopsticks were his magic weapon for practicing swordsmanship.

Jinling Kuoshao Yuan Youtao always likes to play with a jade grip in the palm of his hand when he is not using his hands, and his face shows a satisfied look in the continuous rubbing, as if he is touching the delicate jade hand of the pretty daughter's family.

And those who are talented in calligraphy, when the willow tops on the moon or the grass warbler fly, stand on the meadow, stretch out their palms, and let the breeze sweep through the lines in their palms, as if these spring breezes can provide them with some kind of inspiration for reciting some sour and rotten poems.

As a sword cultivator, Ning Shu was no exception.

It's just that what he is flipping in his hand is not the sword that is regarded as life, but a butterfly with purple light.

The butterfly is very moving, four butterfly wings fluttering, the two tail wings on the left and right of the tail end have different temperaments and textures, the one in the lower right corner is dotted with clear white crystal lines, like some kind of flowing liquid, and like a clear crystal, revealing a mysterious feeling.

Although the lines in the lower left corner are not as dazzling as those in the lower right corner, they burst out from the inside out, as if they can release countless sword intent with murderous aura.

Different scents converge on a butterfly, making this butterfly even more extraordinary.

However, although the butterfly is extraordinary, no one in the second floor of this Tianya View noticed the existence of this butterfly, if anyone can see it, after careful observation, it will be found that the frequency of this butterfly's wings flapping is completely consistent with Ning Shu's breathing.

The Dharma Image of Wangsheng Realm is not only a means to further grasp the Dharma intention between heaven and earth, but also to lay the foundation for the two realms of knowing dreams and returning to the void in the future, so since Ning Shu stepped into Wangsheng Realm, he has expanded the original single sword cultivation to the use of Dharma images.

At this time, the butterfly, because of the improvement of his cultivation and the transformation into a magic image, although he still has no life and profound mana, at least it will not dissipate in the air as easily as when he first comprehended it.

A gust of wind blew outside the window, Ning Shu spread out his half-held palms, and butterflies flew out of the window with the wind.

There is a butterfly in Taifu, fluttering and flying.

The butterfly's eyes are purple, and the whole Taifu is also purple.

The spring in the mountain sounded, and the wild fruit on the branch rebelled away from the branch and fell into the water, splashing a splash, which wet the butterfly's wings, but did not knock the butterfly down, as if the water droplets could not cause the slightest burden to the butterfly, but the butterfly that heard the sound of the water seemed very excited, and flew down with the direction of the stream.

The water flows down from the mountains, and the butterflies follow suit.

An eagle falcon stood on the branch, and in its golden eyes, a purple butterfly had been locked, and the purple qi had an infinite allure for it, prompting it to chase it from the mountain to the bottom, which was undoubtedly a free lunch.

When the purple butterfly rested on a flower and retracted its wings, the falcon swooped down like a silent black lightning bolt, galloping past the wildflower by the stream.

The claws tore the dirt with black light, and the red golden beak tore the flowers to shreds, but even with such a domineering kill, the butterfly had already flown behind the falcon when it was halfway through it, and it was only an afterimage that was scratched.

The falcon let out an annoyed chirp, and when it turned to make a more decisive kill, it saw that there was silence all around, and there were still purple butterflies anywhere.

"Huh, something seems to have flown over?"

Jin Weiqi took a towel and pulled up his wet long hair, the long hair that had been gathered up because of the imperial science course was draped on his smooth and fair shoulders at this time, half covering and half covering his proud curves, his skin was like jade, thin and white, and the flesh and blood in his bones were shallow, and the flush caused by being soaked in hot water.

Slightly meaty, but just right, evenly distributed in the gaps and corners of the bones.

The proud snow-white under the neck is like a bag of honey that is about to be uncontrollable, the smooth curve is tense and pulled up, but it does not collapse, the perfect arc is slightly raised, gently trembling with the movement, and the skin is vaguely revealing the cyan of blood vessels.

Pretty ice species, duckweed dotted green.

Combined with the rising water mist around it, there is a hazy beauty, like the undulating mountains that loom in the mist in the early morning of spring.

This is a rare hot spring pool, and it is a place where female students from Taifu Middle School often come here to wash their bodies and play and play.

The butterfly followed the human voice, and fled quickly and in embarrassment.

Fly all the way, fly to I don't know which piece of mountain forest, the trees in the mountain forest are not luxuriant, there are beams of sunlight penetrating from between the leaves, forming patches of light spots of different sizes and shapes on the ground, the largest of which falls on a piece of bluestone, and it happens that there is a little girl sitting in that small spot of light.

The little girl dangled with her feet dangling in the air, looking bored but extremely cheerful, holding a book in her hand and shaking her head and reading.

Ning Shu had never seen such a young student among his classmates, and he looked smaller than the Tong Tong from Yuelu, not to mention that in such a mountain forest, it was a strange thing for a little girl to appear, and in his heart, the butterfly fluttered its wings, hid its breath, and flew towards the little girl.

When I flew closer, I saw that what the little girl was reading was neither the nursery rhymes and songs that children often read, nor the interesting fables, but a simple classic called "Taishang Forgetfulness", with a cloudy and mysterious cover, which looked like a profound spell.

"Little Butterfly, what are you doing here?" asked the little girl, blinking her eyes from the book in her hand to the air.

Ning Shu was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that he had used the concealment method but was still seen through his figure, and he was still such a young girl.

Naturally, he didn't answer, just pretended to be an ordinary butterfly and flew aimlessly.

"It's okay, I don't understand some of the things here, come and help me see them!" the little girl continued, pointing to the page in her hand.

Ning Shu hesitated for a moment, and was a little moved when he couldn't tell whether this little girl was cheating on him, and wanted to see what this book called "Taishang Forgetfulness" was about?

So he approached cautiously, and before he could read the words on the page, he felt a gust of wind coming, and then his eyes went dark, and he lost all senses.

The little girl on the bluestone carefully raised her palm, found that there was nothing in it, pouted, and said angrily: "Hmph!

"What are you doing?"

I don't know when, a woman in a dark blue robe appeared next to the little girl, and asked coldly, she had a blue-green wine gourd pinned to her waist, and the vine was tender and green at the broken place, as if it had just been plucked from the gourd vine, and although the plug was tightly closed, she could still smell the fragrance of wine.

Hearing this, the little girl jumped off the bluestone, saluted respectfully, swallowed her saliva and replied, "There was a butterfly who wanted to steal a spell just now!"

"Oh, what kind of butterfly?"

"Purple, it's beautiful, there are two different lines on the wings. ”

"Where?"

"It's gone in the blink of an eye. ”

"Oh, I'll have to be nice to him when I see that butterfly again. ”

The woman in the dark blue robe touched the little girl's head and said, her eyes looking in the direction of the end of the world through the layers of trees.

......

......

In the view of the end of the world, Ning Shu woke up from his fugue, the butterfly landed by the window, and then turned into purple smoke and dissipated in the air, and the wisps of purple smoke fluttered and gathered into his eyebrows.

I have palpitations.

Since the young man he met in front of the Tianya Tower that day saw through his hidden method, the little girl on the bluestone today also saw through his whereabouts, if he said that the little girl was a great supernatural at that age, he would not believe it, then there is only one possibility, that little girl cultivates a mysterious spell.

In the end, if he hadn't used the sword technique, he was afraid that he would really be caught by those hands, and this time he was disturbed, he forgot all about the spring color behind the mist he had seen before.

As for the words of those southern students before going upstairs, how could he take them to heart.

After sitting by the window for a while, Ning Shu walked downstairs, I don't know whether the environment between the mountains and rivers is easy to make people forget to return, or subconsciously because of it, he walked along the lake for a long time, through the woods, into the fork in the road, and then into the fork in the road......

Once again, he came to another secluded lake.

As if nothing had changed, the scene in front of him was still the same as the last time he came.

Fishing rods, fishing baskets, small benches.

Hats, bait, still no one.

Ning Shu scratched his head, took a long breath of relief, remembered the big movement he had made when he came last time, and secretly rejoiced in his heart, it was good that he didn't find it, if he was discovered, he would be caught red-handed again, if it was an old-fashioned old gentleman...... The end is bound to be tragic.

He looked at the lake, although it was autumn at this time, but both in the lake and on the shore of the lake, there was rippling life, the fish under the surface of the water were fat, the scales were shiny, and they swam happily, and they were extremely nourishing at a glance.

Ning Shu looked at it like this, and the corners of his mouth showed a sunny and refreshing arc.

It's a piece of freedom, a kind of freedom for a fish to enter the water.

Like a whale to the sea, a bird to the forest.

Only in such a free environment can the fish live so carefree.

"Ahem. ”

Just when Ning Shu was about to look at such a small world and recite a few good sentences from his predecessors, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps stepping on the leaves behind him, accompanied by a deliberate cough with a sense of reminder.