"Hiss". The rickety old man took a deep breath, his eyes widened, shining with the brilliance of an elf, sharp and delicate, as sharp as the eyes of an ostrich, revealing a thoughtful look.

Gong Xue saw Grandpa's expression. Forgetting the anger and resentment just now, he blinked his slender eyes and looked at the rickety old man innocently and purely.

"Snow girl, it's really a bad chicken. Girl, when you found the spirit of the evil chicken, you didn't see a big fan-shaped petal, the four petals on the left and right are like the wings of a butterfly, and the other petal is like the head of a butterfly. There are three tiny horns in the three small petals in the middle of the flower, like a shrunken ram's horn. He wears snow-white clothes, and has two thin and long stamens on his head, like two small braids, like a butterfly. ”

"Grandpa, I haven't seen butterflies, the kind of flower you mentioned, I saw it when I was tracking the spirit of the evil chicken, the spherical buds are like broken small bells, colliding with each other in the breeze, and the flower stems are very brittle and break when touched." Gong Xue thought thoughtfully.

What is a butterfly she really hasn't seen, Gong Xue was born in the Holy Realm, from the day she was born, all she could see was saints, flowers, green grass, mountains and forests, and blue sky. She had never seen any worm, beast, or bird. Everything she knew was what her grandfather told her. Singing birds, biting insects, and man-eating beasts all sound to her a fantasy and a beautiful fairy tale.

All living beings in the Holy Realm can be psychic and holy, and all living beings avoid the saints, the highly intelligent beings who dominate all things, but they cannot but cultivate by refining the essence blood, soul, and spirit of the saints. But the Saints are so powerful that all the Spiritualized Beings will stay away from the Saints. They all fled to Zhicheng, Beast City, and Worm City. Therefore, the sacred realm of the holy realm is lonely, and you can't hear the birds singing, and you can't see the eagles flying. This is a group of powerful saints, but also lonely and lonely human beings.

"Yes, it's that kind of flower, her name is Snow Butterfly. This flower flapps two pairs of white wings, and its light figure is like a snowflake fluttering in the air." The rickety old man tried his best to describe the snow butterfly flowers.

"Grandpa. What is a snowflake, I haven't seen it, is it all the same as the butterfly you said". Gong Xue's naïve question.

"Ah, that's right." The rickety old man was stunned for a moment, without much explanation, he knew that he would continue to explain like this. There is no end, I can't finish talking about ten years and eight years, Gong Xue will have a lot of questions to ask, and he can tell the old man about the puppet realm thousands of years ago. Everything I saw shook out.

Memories are beautiful for the rickety old man, but they are also painful, he can think of his parents, his brothers and sisters, his friends, sometimes when he talks about excitement, he can't control his feelings, he doesn't care about Gong Xue's surprised eyes, he pounces on the flowers and cries like a child, and tears flow like a spring on the flowers.

He misses his loved ones. I miss that life without too much blood, silently waiting for my parents, wife and children, watching the flowers bloom with the sunrise and sunset. Until the twilight of their lives. But that's just a beautiful longing, and there's no going back.

The return of the saint to the puppet realm is a taboo in the holy realm, and when the ethereal peak was destroyed, the top ten crimes were listed. There is one item of privately letting the saint enter the puppet realm. Because the saints are too powerful. Although the saint will drop several realms when he returns to the puppet realm, when he reaches the puppet realm, he is a god-like figure, and he is the master of all things. The creatures are left to his slaughter. Back then, when Bixin fled into the Ethereal Puppet Realm, he fell from the fifth order of condensation qi to the sixth realm of cultivation, and instantly became an old man in his last years, and he had to use up all his resources. created an incomplete boundary array, and would rather not have "Divine Creation" at all, but also escape back to the Holy Realm. Mo Ye's master was reckless because the realm fell, no one took over, and he died in the ethereal puppet realm.

"Oh, then I've seen it, that Bai Juan master has pressed down a lot." Gong Xue said indifferently.

When the rickety old man heard Gong Xue say this, his face was flushed with excitement, and his heart was like a deer bouncing back and forth. The voices of the speakers have changed their tunes.

"Yes". Gong Xue heard the surprised voice of the rickety old man, blinked her flickering eyebrows, stared at her big almond-like eyes, and looked at her grandfather in confusion.

"Do you see a drop of water, dripping?" The rickety old man looked at Gong Xue with a suspicious look on his face, and his eyes were a little red.

"No, I was standing outside the flowers and staring at the whole flower, not paying attention." Gong Xue replied truthfully. Hundreds of question marks had been drawn on his face, and his eyes were firmly fixed on his grandfather's mouth, and he couldn't understand why his grandfather was so interested in this snow butterfly.

"Oh it's a pity, I hope there hasn't been a 'Thousand Butterflies Singing and Turning into a Water'." The look of hope, disappointment, and depression on the face of the rickety old man could not be described in words, and his voice became weak.

"Grandpa, what is a thousand butterflies singing and turning into a water"? Gong Xue was confused by the rickety old man, and couldn't understand what Grandpa was talking about.

The old man's eyes were a little misty. "The snow butterfly flower is a thousand years of snow butterfly chrysalis turned into a thing, other butterfly chrysalis into worms, began to enlighten spiritual cultivation, and this snow butterfly is pupa into a flower, absorbing the sun and moon refinement, taking the qi of yin and yang, after a thousand years, can condense a drop of water, this drop of water condenses between a thousand flowers, condensed into a crystal dewdrop. Clean, transparent, crystal clear, once the branch is broken, it will break and sound, and it will fall, and it will fall and dissolve, silently, and dissolve into the body of the saint without a shadow."

"From then on, the sage coexisted with it, it was a water 'spirit' that quietly descended, which can absorb the essence of all things, and this 'water spirit' can automatically refine the essence sucked out, helping the sage to cultivate the 'original spirit', making its 'original spirit' more and more powerful, more and more perverted, and if it continues like this, it will be invincible to the holy realm, and despise the power of the spiritual realm."

"Ah, really". When Gong Xue heard this, her excited tenderness and innocent eyes became animalistic, greedy, shiny, and demonic stares, and Sakura's mouth opened wide, making a scream that made people's hearts boil and their hearts beat when they heard it.

I can't help but be surprised, this is a great opportunity, and being able to get him means that the cultivation of the Holy Realm is a smooth road. It is the road to heaven that leads to the strong.

"Snow girl, can you tell me why you didn't kill that Bai Juan master?"

"I killed, and she came alive again". Gong Xue said this without a boundary.

"Explain the white point". The rickety old man had a commanding tone.

"Don't say". Gong Xue's face immediately gloomy.

"Good grandson, just talk about how she died, don't talk about how she lived, okay." The rickety old man's voice softened, and the smiling little eyes became slit.

"Uh-huh......!" Gong Xue pondered for a while, and reluctantly spoke.

"Hiss". When Gong Xue said that Bai Juan was poisoned by a vicious chicken, the rickety old man took a breath of cool air. Then interrupted Gong Xue's words.

"Needless to say". The rickety old man's voice became unusually sharp. was so frightened that Gong Xue covered her mouth, her heart was like a little rabbit, pounding. Stared at the rickety old man with frightened eyes. For thousands of years, my grandfather was angry and never spoke to himself in such a tone.

The rickety old man didn't seem to feel the change in his tone, his whole eyes sat in a daze, he felt the world spinning, his eyes were astigmatized, and the whole person seemed to fall from the clouds to the abyss, struggling with a desperate state of mind. It took a long time before he let out a long sigh.

"Hey—Snow girl, the great opportunity passed by you, but the master named Bai Juan was blessed by misfortune. Have a chance to have a good relationship with her, she will be in the Holy Realm in the future, and she may also be one of the best spiritual people in the Spiritual Realm."

"What"! When Gong Xue heard this, her disappointment was indescribable, as if the sky had become dim and gloomy, and the earth had become filthy and gloomy, and bursts of biting cold wind swept across her face, blowing every skin on her body, ten times colder than the yin wind in the gloomy Evil Chicken Mountain Research Medicine Mansion.

Gong Xue's eyes were moist, and two streaks of mist condensed in her eyes, turning into two teardrops, which slowly rolled down her cheeks. Said in a trembling voice. "Grandpa, why didn't you tell me earlier. If you don't tell me before you leave, you don't say anything now."

"Wow" lay on the body of the rickety old man, howling and crying, tears overflowing like a spring. It's like a two-eyed Izumi, a wow, a slip, and a thread. The sky is dark when we cry, and the sun and moon are dark.

The frightened old man trembled. The long brow on his face trembled, and he stood up. His eyes turned dull iron gray to pale, and his red sockets seemed to bleed.

The several brothers of the rickety old man in the Ming house, Jingyang, Mi Ying, and Qiang Huan, who had just come back, were all frightened, and their faces changed color.

Suddenly, Gong Xue jumped up. Two red clouds floated on his cheeks, and a bright red tongue circled his lips, and he grinned. Pointing to the rickety old man. "Don't play with you old guy anymore."

After saying that, the grinning lips trembled again, and the eyes were covered with tears, and he tried his best to bite his lip, as if biting the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes. Wow, he finally didn't bite it, and fled back to the grass hut with a cry.

The sound of whimpering sounded in the valley of the Five Gorges Peak for a whole night. No one knows how many tears were shed. No one dared to look at the wet ground. I only know that the voice of the Dao is sometimes brittle and sad, and sometimes dumb and bleak.

At this time, the old man had to close his eyes and bring in a bowl of cool spring water with the fragrance of flowers.

"Out-of-out-, I don't want to see you". A majestic voice came from inside the thatched hut.

"Okay, okay, I'm going out." A majestic voice replied.

"Don't look—close your eyes." Another majestic roar.

"I didn't look at it, it was closed". A majestic roar rang out.

The people outside listened, and there was a whisper, a low talk, and it was obvious that the two were arguing.

The rickety old man sent it once, and again. There was a quarrel in the hut, and again. When the day dawned, the crying in the grass hut finally stopped.

The rickety old man's back was arched even more, his hand kept stroking his chest, and he let out a long breath from his mouth. (To be continued......)