Fairy King's Handbook

"Sit down quickly, if you don't concentrate, I'll be angry." The storyteller suddenly spoke seriously, and brushed the branch, Meng Zhen had no choice but to take a few steps forward cautiously, and sat down on a thin branch.

He rested his chin on one hand, pretending to be very attentive, but in fact he put the peony flower in his palm and pressed it against his cheek.In this way, even if he can't make a sound for the time being, he can still hear what Yan Chongming is saying.

"Meng Zhen, can you hear me? Are you in any danger?" Yan Chongming seemed to be in a mess, but his eager inquiry could still be heard.

Meng Zhen really wanted to tell him that there would be no danger for the time being, but the storyteller had already started telling stories, so he couldn't disturb him at all right now.

There was no reply for a long time, Yan Chongming seemed to understand a little bit, and asked in a low voice:

"Meng Zhen, is it inconvenient to talk now?"

Meng Zhen nodded quickly, and after nodding, he found that Yan Chongming couldn't see it at all, but he couldn't make a sound, so he unconsciously squeezed the peony petals with his fingertips in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, Yan Chongming seemed to hear it, and replied: "It's not convenient for you to stop talking."

Meng Zhen was even more surprised. Yan Chongming could feel it when he touched the petals. This flower is really miraculous. Suddenly, Meng Zhen became curious and stroked and kneaded the peony petals repeatedly.

"Meng Zhen, I can understand... what you mean, don't, don't keep touching..." Yan Chongming's voice trembled slightly, intermittently.

Meng Zhen thought that something happened to Yan Chongming, and that Meng Zhen was waiting anxiously.He quickly stopped kneading and comforted him gently to show he understood.

But when I touch it, the touch seems to have changed, it seems that there is no longer a peony flower in the palm, but a long piece, soft and smooth.Meng Zhen glanced at the storyteller who was still eloquent, pretending to be sour, and continued to listen with a chin rest.

Meng Zhen glanced at the thing in his hand, and it turned out to be a red feather!this!Isn't this the feather sword tassel hanging on the Suihua Sword?Squeeze it, and it can be formed into a ball!When did it come to me? !Could it be that this feather can not only form a ball, but also turn into a peony flower, and even transmit sound!What a baby.

Meng Zhen touched the red feather in his hand, thinking in his heart: This is obviously a treasure, but it is the flower that Lord Yanshan gave me as an apology, and it was an ordinary peony flower at that time.Since it was given to me, it has changed back to its original appearance, but it is still my flower, even if it is a treasure, it cannot be taken back.

The more Meng Zhen thought about it, the more joy he felt, and he couldn't put it down to caress the crimson feathers.Taking advantage of the fact that the storyteller was enjoying himself while he was talking, he didn't care, he changed the hand holding the feather back and put it next to his ear.

"Meng Zhen! Forget it, I'm... telling a story, it's almost one hundred... you first, don't move around..." Yan Chongming's voice over there was hurried and a little helpless.

Alas, it seems that one hundred stories must be told to find this place. Fortunately, he has been listening to people telling stories today, over and over again, and there must be no fewer than one hundred stories.

"Aren't you willing to listen!"

Meng Zhen was sighing, and suddenly felt the whole tree shake, and he almost couldn't sit still.As soon as he held on to the branch next to him, a branch stretched out and patted his back. Meng Zhen stood up with sharp eyes and avoided the branch attacking from the side again.Hastily said: "I am willing to listen, I have been listening!"

"Then what did you say I just said?" the storyteller asked in a lively manner.

Meng Zhen didn't know what he said just now, but he couldn't let him think about it, so he said nonsense: "Tell me, the cattle in the next village are missing..."

Meng Zhen was ashamed, he really opened his mouth and came here, this is over, he angered the storyteller, he had to find a way to escape.Who would have thought that the storyteller calmed down, didn't show his teeth and claws again, and then asked: "Then, why did these cows disappear?"

What? !No way!The cow is really missing!But who knows why the cow disappeared!

"Of course it was stolen!" Meng Zhen hurriedly let go of the branch in his hand after speaking, let his body fall, and hugged the tree trunk three feet above the ground.

"Nonsense! You didn't listen at all! I've never told a story about a cow!" The storyteller was furious and rioted, and the huge canopy shook and rattled.

Meng Zhen: "..."

Really, let me tell you earlier, I thought I could guess this right.

How should it end now!On the ground are a large group of snakes and all kinds of grotesque monsters, and above it is the storytelling spirit shaking violently like a storm. This tree is taller than the surrounding trees, and farther away from the other trees, so it stands alone.Meng Zhen couldn't cross to other trees for a while.The upper branches whipped back and forth, but to no avail.Meng Zhen's position was neither high nor low, so that he would not fall to the ground, but he also escaped the attack of the branches.

The storyteller was furious for a while, and obviously found this problem, he no longer stretched out the branch to lash down, but shook the trunk vigorously with the branch, the whole tree swayed from side to side as if in a strong wind, Meng Zhen couldn't use his strength, and slid down a paragraph.

Meng Zhen tried his best to stabilize his figure, trying to resist the wind.But as soon as the spiritual power was used, it seemed like a stone had disappeared.

"..."

Could it be that this storyteller can absorb other people's spiritual power?Meng Zhen couldn't believe it, he patted the Misty Rain Snail on his waist, gathered a lot of spiritual power, and just as soon as he gathered the spiritual power at his fingertips, it disappeared out of thin air.

Meng Zhen frowned, the matter was quite difficult.At first he just thought it was an ordinary storyteller, so he planned not to disturb the surrounding as much as possible, so he sat quietly on the tree.But right now, even if he wanted to startle him, he couldn't use his spiritual power, so what should he do?

At this moment, the tree trunk shook violently again, and Meng Zhen slid down again.This is really bad, further down is a herd of snakes, do I really have to endure the pain of being bitten by thousands of snakes, alas!Meng Zhen suddenly thought of the red feather in his hand, he tried his best to get close to it, and told him like a last word:

"Yanshanjun, I can't hold on any longer. If you are bitten by a snake and change beyond recognition, you must remember to pick me up!"

After speaking, he stuffed the feather into his bosom, and hugged the tree trunk with both hands. Even if he was going to be bitten by a snake in the end, he still could not bite. , I don’t know how long it can last.

In the stormy wind and rain, it seemed to hear a clear bird song, one sound, from far to near, Meng Zhen didn't have time to take care of it, just hugged the tree trunk, his body was about to fall into the snakes.

"Meng Zhen!" An anxious voice sounded from above, and at the moment Meng Zhen fell, a pair of arms caught him in time, and the vision in front of him became wider and wider, and the distance from the ground became farther and farther.

Did not fall!Meng Zhen was still in a daze, and behind him was a warm embrace.He murmured like a raving: "Yan Tiger..."

"Meng Zhen, I'm here to save you." The arms around his waist tightened.

Suddenly thought of something, Meng Zhen struggled to sit up, his hands and feet were still weak, and all his energy was wasted on that big tree all night, he pointed to the direction of the tree, and said: "That tree is so tight, no The storyteller alone, and maybe the tree demon, somehow merged into one body, able to absorb the spiritual power of others."

"Don't worry." Yan Chongming helped him to sit up, and took his hand instead.Meng Zhen didn't understand what he meant for a moment, and was about to ask, when he felt a warm touch in his palm, only then did Meng Zhen realize that when he desperately grasped the tree trunk just now, his palm was scratched and blood was oozing out.

Yan Chongming's phalanges are particularly slender, making his whole hand look big, and his palm is warm and comfortable, completely different from Meng Zhen's slightly cold body temperature.It's nothing at all, but they are very close at the moment, and they can feel the warm breath of Yan Chongming's body all over their bodies.Suddenly Meng Zhen was a little embarrassed, and whispered:

"Yan Tiger, it's okay, it's just a small injury, it will be fine in a while."

Yan Chongming didn't speak, and didn't let go of his hand. He gathered some spiritual power in his palm and slowly healed the wound on Meng Zhen's hand.Meng Zhen was speechless for a while, and could only cast his eyes randomly.

Only after taking a glance did they realize that they were actually sitting on the back of a blue bird. This blue bird was huge, and its broad back could seat more than ten people.The feathers on the bird's back are bright and smooth like silk satin, and the long tail feathers are dragging behind it, which is luxurious and beautiful. The slender neck has smooth lines, like the king of birds looking down on the world.

At this time, the blue bird was hovering over the tree where Meng Zhen was staying, suddenly, it sprayed a big fire on the tree, and the flames quickly surrounded the entire canopy of the tree, only the crackling sound from below was heard, and there was some confusion Qing curse.

In a short while, the whirling tree turned into burnt ashes.

Meng Zhen was dumbfounded, this blue bird is really powerful, it opened its mouth into a ball of fire, and turned the tree demon, which can absorb other people's spiritual power, into ashes. Fortunately, he had tossed around half the night and almost fell into the snake's nest from exhaustion.Yanshanjun has so many treasures.

After burning the tree demon, the blue bird stopped lingering and took the two of them to fly to the distant wilderness. At about midnight, the blue bird stopped slowly, and there was an endless field in front of it. Although it was dark night, the moonlight was cold, and it could still Seeing the winding path, there are no snakes, insects, or monsters.

It felt so good to be on the ground. Meng Zhen stayed in the tree all night, not to mention how aggrieved he was. He looked around, only to find that the huge and noble blue bird beside him had turned into a bird!The whole body is like fragments, dissipating without a trace when blown by the wind.

"It, it's dead!"

Meng Zhen pointed with trembling fingertips in the direction where the blue bird disappeared just now, and couldn't believe his eyes.Just now, the blue bird who looked down on the world like the king of birds died so casually in the blink of an eye.

"It's not dead. It's just Qingyu's phantom, and it can't last long." Yan Chongming looked at Meng Zhen with a smile in his eyes.

Meng Zhen was speechless when he heard Yan Chongming's words, it turned out that this was just a phantom, how powerful would the blue bird be if it wasn't a phantom.

Without the blue bird, the two had no choice but to go out on foot. The wilderness was endless and the moon was thousands of miles away.

"Yanshan Jun, where are we?" Right now, it should still be in the Cangwu Sea, but it is deserted.

"It should be Yangxu Mountain. This mountain is in the south of Cangwu Sea. It stretches for [-] li. It is rarely visited by people and gathers ghosts and ghosts." Yan Chongming said.

Meng Zhen was a little surprised. He had been in the city before and didn't notice that there were mountains in the south, so he came here in the blink of an eye for no reason.

"Yan Shangjun, how did you find me?"

To be honest, what Meng Zhen was really curious about was this, even though he vaguely knew it, he still wanted to ask.

Yan Chongming was silent, but Meng Zhen looked at him expectantly, so he hesitated and said:

"That peony flower..."

This is not a peony flower!Meng Zhen reached out and took out the feather from his bosom, touched it, and said:

"I haven't seen the peony flower, but there is a feather, which is very familiar, like the one hanging on the Suihua sword. What kind of feather is this? It's really powerful."

Yan Chongming was completely silent now.Go forward on your own.

"Hey, Lord Yanshan, can it change back?" Meng Zhen hurriedly followed, he was really curious.

Yan Chongming hesitated for a moment, and stretched out his hand to pat the feather, and the thin piece instantly turned into a big crimson peony.

Meng Zhen held the flower and observed it carefully, it seemed that it was bigger and redder than the last one.But he always felt that Yan Chongming had used a lot of force in that slap just now.

Meng Zhen deliberated for a while, then discussed: "Yanshan Jun, look, this is still a flower, right? Last time you threw away my gardenia, then this peony is equivalent to compensation, and it cannot be returned, right? "

"nature."

Yan Chongming glanced at him and said softly.

When Meng Zhen got the answer, he was overjoyed in his heart, touched it fondly and said:

"Then, if I want to talk to you in the future and talk to this flower, can you hear me?"

"nature."

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