Guo Xiaohu listened ignorantly, but he remembered all the truths.

It was like a mysterious voice, as if wiping the dust of the heart, and every word echoed in my head, and gradually disappeared. If you don't think about it, it's gone, and if you think about it, it comes out.

He looked at Li Bichen, but at this time, the other party stretched out his finger.

"Look at my finger, what's the difference?"

The bull-nosed Taoist priest stood in front of the child, stretched out a finger, faintly, something was actually pulled over. Guo Xiaohu rubbed his eyes, stared at the finger, looked at it, and suddenly a shadow fell, flapped his soft wings, and stayed on the fingertips.

It was a white butterfly.

There was a white butterfly parked on Li Bichen's fingertips, it didn't do anything, it didn't even want to crawl anymore, it just stopped there, it seemed that this was the most comfortable state for it.

All dust insects can stop the fingertips of immortals, such a fate, the third generation can't ask for it.

"What a big butterfly!"

Guo Xiaohu was dumbfounded, this white butterfly is different from the others, it is a full circle, and there is a faint yellow on the wings, which looks simple and beautiful.

How many chances, a trace of spirituality, and how many opportunities have been obtained in exchange for a slight stay on this fingertip.

The white butterfly shook its wings slightly, unwilling to leave, Guo Xiaohu stretched out his hand to catch it.

The beautiful wings vibrate, and the white butterfly flies, hovers in mid-air, and lands on the horse's back.

The bloodline of Ryoma stepping on the red dust is also attracting it.

"This butterfly is amazing!"

Guo Xiaohu was surprised, seeing that the butterfly stopped on the back of stepping on Hongchen, he quickly turned his head and looked Li Bichen up and down: "Niu Nose, you really know how to spell?!"

"As soon as this finger is stretched, butterflies fall, is there more, is there still it!"

Li Bichen smiled, his finger swayed slightly, and at this time, I don't know where to go, suddenly countless butterflies flew up.

The yellow, the green, the black, the purple, colorful, vibrating wings, all flew up at this time, circling around the finger, spinning, but not daring to fall.

Because there is no fate, the breath of the immortals makes them hope and desire, but they are terrified.

"Wow! Teach me how to get this!"

Guo Xiaohu looked at the mouth and couldn't help himself, Li Bichen's fingers moved, and those butterflies also moved at the same time, and when they fell, they also fell together.

Li Bichen shook his head, laughed, and said to those butterflies: "Disperse." ”

As soon as the words fell, in Guo Xiaohu's shocked eyes, these butterflies began to disperse reluctantly, but there were still some unwillingness, lingering in place, flying above the fingertips.

Shaking his head for the second time, Li Bichen said again: "Disperse." ”

As the sound of the sky shook through, the remaining butterflies slowly flew away, as if they had given up the fate, but at this time, there were still left, these were different from ordinary butterflies, even if they did not reach the level of the big white butterfly, they were not far behind.

The third voice sounded: "Let's disperse." ”

After all, I couldn't resist it, and among the few butterflies left, many flew away one after another, but at this time, there was still one wandering, dancing, and soaring, but I was unwilling, at this time, for some reason, it suddenly flew away from Li Bichen's finger and landed on Guo Xiaohu's head.

The butterfly vibrated its wings lightly and hid in the child's hair, not moving.

Li Bichen looked at the butterfly, shook his head, and scolded with a smile: "After all, I am unwilling, and I can still stay after three drinks, but now that you fall on Xiaohu's head, you have broken off your relationship with me." ”

"You are not the white butterfly after all, but the fate is not shallow, but the road may be bumpy. ”

This butterfly flutters its wings, and it actually gives people the feeling that it understands.

Li Bichen's gaze swept over Guo Xiaohu, and then swept over the red butterfly, and laughed: "Xiaohu, your fate is here, it is the butterfly I gave you." ”

Guo Xiaohu touched his head, and the butterfly gently vibrated its wings and landed on Guo Xiaohu's shoulder.

"Hey, this butterfly isn't afraid of me!"

The doll looked at the red butterfly on her shoulder, and then looked at the big white butterfly on horseback, and actually grimaced at the white butterfly: "Cut, you don't like me, naturally someone likes me!"

Unexpectedly, the white butterfly actually fluttered its wings, and the amplitude was quite large, and it seemed to be very disdainful of Guo Xiaohu's words.

It doesn't care about the children of this human race, what it hopes for is the fate of immortals.

Guo Xiaohu saw that the big white butterfly ignored him, and even had some mocking behavior, but the first thing he thought of was not anger, but surprise: "This butterfly has really become a sperm! It actually mocks me!"

"Bullnose, are you really a fairy?!"

Guo Xiaohu asked Li Bichen, who laughed and asked rhetorically, "What do you think?"

"Hmm.... You're not an immortal!"

Guo Xiaohu thought about it, but still shook his head: "Although you said that immortals have seven emotions and six desires, and have words of life and death, but immortals are immortals after all, and unlike us, you are not immortals, you are human." ”

You are not an immortal, you are a human.

Li Bichen heard this, and slowly muttered two sentences, only to feel that it really made sense.

A person and a mountain are immortals, to become immortals, first of all, if you are a person, this person, not necessarily the meaning of the human race, a word of people, is a pillar to explore the sky, two feet on the ground, this word, has contained the meaning of immortals.

Stepping on the ground, Fang is a man, and fighting to the sky, this is a man.

Between heaven and earth, all things are human beings! Whoever stands up on his feet and steps on the ground to ask the heavens is a human being.

People pierced the clouds and pierced the sky, that is a heavenly character.

Children's words are reasonable, and the road is endless.

Li Bichen laughed: "Yes, I am a person, a human immortal, first of all, a talent is an immortal." ”

Guo Xiaohu looked at him, a little strange: "No, I said that you are a human, not a human immortal." ”

"Yes, yes, I'm human. ”

Li Bichen laughed, Guo Xiaohu teased the red butterfly on his shoulder, and said to Li Bichen: "Well, for the sake of you, a Taoist priest, you found me this butterfly again, say, what are you going to do when you come to us, do you want to ask for directions? I can show you the way if you ask for directions." ”

"Well, I don't ask for directions, I ask for a person. ”

Li Bichen stretched out his finger, pointed to the village in the distance, and said to Guo Xiaohu: "Who has the best masonry skills here?"

Guo Xiaohu listened, without thinking, pointed to the village, and laughed:

"Clay tile craft, do you want to cultivate Taoism? That's easy to say, in our village, the father of the Zhang family's sister, his craftsmanship is the best!"

"Even those rich and noble families in the old city of Gan often come to beg him to go! And that old man is also proficient in carpentry work, so it can be said that one person can take a craftsman class!"

Guo Xiaohu was quite complacent, and suddenly remembered something, and laughed a little treacherously: "But ah, he has a bad temper, you go to ask him to cultivate Taoism, you have to be sincere!"