fairy dream

"He is no longer the little emperor he used to be."

Du Bai spit out these words lightly, his eyes kept falling on the little fairy who trembled every time he said a word.

"Your name is Ling Piao? I've heard your name in the underworld, and I heard it's a pink cloud. How about it, do you want to come and drive me for a few days?" Du Bai stepped forward and took a few steps to stick it in front of Ling Piao again .

Ling Piao had no choice but to keep hiding.

"Will he not hold you back now?"

After hearing this, Du Bai stopped walking, his eyes squinted at the speaker, and there was no answer.

He continued to walk towards Ling Piao, and Ling Piao hurriedly ran towards Nanhua Zhenren, shouting while running: "Really, real, real!"

Master Nanhua walked up to Ling Piao, raised his hand to support Du Bai's shoulder.

Du Bai's shoulders shook slightly, and Master Nanhua exerted more force.

"What are you doing with me? I'm neither the one who serves the Tao Xianjun, nor the one who drinks your Xianjun's wine. Could it be that the Immortal Nanhua wants to take me back to be a little kid?"

Watanabe said, while throwing a wink at the Nanhua real person, the red eyes looked very charming and affectionate, but love is always immortal, just like this one that just turned into cruelty after the end of love look the same.

The already pale face suddenly became extremely cold.

"If you want to find it, go find it yourself, but I'm leaving!"

After Du Bai finished speaking, he exerted strength on his shoulders to get out of Nanhua's hands, but how could Nanhua let him leave like this, when he saw the change in Du Bai's expression, he exerted strength almost at the same time.

Ling Piao, who was on the side, watched the two of them secretly struggling, and hurriedly stepped forward to press the other side of Du Bai's shoulder.

"Really, what should we do now?" Ling Piao was panicked and anxious, for fear that this person who knew something about his whereabouts would run away.

But if this person is not willing to cooperate, it is useless to keep it!

"Let him go first."

After Master Nanhua finished speaking, just as soon as he let go of his hand, Ling Piao was violently shaken away, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and slid back a few feet.

With a blank face, Du Bai glanced at Zhuang Zhou again, then snorted, turned around in red and went out through the window.

"I can go back to the underworld, don't even think about following me!"

Nanhua Daoist also flew out of the window, but instead of following the red dress, he went in the opposite direction.

Seeing this, Ling Piao naturally followed out, but he was a little late, and only the common people were left after he left the window.

Ling Piao looked at the normal faces of the common people when they passed the broken window, first hid themselves, and then untied the little formation that blinded them just now.

"Xianjun, Ling Piao misses you so much!"

Ling Piao yelled and sat on the ground under the window, waiting for Master Nanhua to come back.

And Nanhua Immortal, now in the form of Dubai, came to the imperial palace in the center of the capital.

He flew above the palace, only hearing the deafening cries of young children.

Where is the spirit of the tavern?This is clearly the child's resentment, no matter how strong the dragon energy is, it can't match the child's resentment!

Master Nanhua was disturbed by these weeping and howling, and felt a little sad, but he had to search for the already faint dragon spirit in the grievances.

At this time, the emperor was approving the memorial, when he suddenly saw the national teacher appearing in front of his eyes, he quickly got up to greet him.

"National teacher? Didn't you just leave the palace?"

Master Nanhua squinted at the black shadows around the emperor, and couldn't help but couldn't understand Du Bai.

Is it worth it?

But the idea popped up in my mind and was immediately submerged.

Whether it's worth it or not is your choice.

"Is the discomfort on the emperor better?" Nanhua real person glanced at the man who was walking swayingly, and continued: "I seem to have found that child."

Hearing these words, the emperor's eyes widened, and the originally dull pupils revealed some excitement.

"Your majesty, don't worry, I will tell you about this matter first." After speaking, Nanhua real person turned his head and looked at the servants in the room.

"You all go down first, don't wait outside."

After the emperor had finished speaking, all the attendants retreated, and it was not until Nanhua Zhenren was sure that there was no one around outside that he said, "That child was picked up by a family back then, and 12 years ago, he was raised by a family. A god took his disciples and took them away."

Hearing that he was taken away by the gods, the emperor's expression was very awkward, he didn't know whether he was happy or sad.

"Don't worry about that child any more, and don't look for it anymore."

The emperor sighed, put his hands on the table, and said slowly: "Master, you also know that after so many years, I... I am sorry for this child! I wonder if you can let me meet him?"

"No. Your majesty, since he has become a god, he has nothing to do with the mortal world. The most important thing for you now is this country." Nanhua Daoist walked up to the emperor, looked into the other's eyes, and did not move for a long time until the emperor's eyes Sluggish, lost spirit.

"Your Majesty, are you right?"

Nanhua real person asked this question, the emperor only said: "Yes."

"Your Majesty, do you still remember the pot of fairy wine that I gave you 12 years ago on the day you married the new empress?"

"I didn't drink that wine, I didn't want to drink it, and you didn't give it to me."

Master Nanhua smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, but when he was about to open his mouth, the emperor in front of him suddenly exerted a strange force, and the strange force shook himself away.

"I didn't expect Master Nanhua to be so nosy! You and I have no grievances, why come here to disturb my business?"

Immortal Nanhua saw that the "Emperor" now had a dark complexion and gloomy eyes, and the shadows around him had disappeared.

He first changed back to his own appearance, and then said with a smile: "You little monster, who told you to come here, don't you even have your own entity?"

Hearing this, the little demon's already gloomy eyes became even more resentful, and said in an extremely resentful tone: "If it wasn't for that Fengtao Immortal, how could I be like this now?"

"Small Huo Yi Fang, big Huo Yi Xing. I think you have forgotten your body."

After Master Nanhua finished speaking, he sat cross-legged in mid-air, swiped his hands behind his back, and the surrounding space distorted rapidly until a dark void formed.

"go in."

As the words fell, the emperor's face became extremely ferocious, and a black shadow slowly emerged from the emperor's body. It was still struggling, and would seep back from time to time, but it never broke through the void and was sucked in. , In an instant, the void disappeared.

You are my fault, why don't you tell me to ignore "nosy"?

There are grievances in this world, which need to be solved one by one.

Immortal Nanhua cast a spell to send the emperor who had fallen to the ground back to the dragon couch, and left the room after looking at the emperor who had no dragon aura.

There are resentful spirits everywhere in the palace, but there are also some that are thin and thick. Master Nanhua searched all the way and came to the place where the resentment is the strongest.

It is a peach forest, but this peach forest is very different from my little Taozi.

Although the peach trees are full of petals everywhere, the peach powder is surrounded by thick black air, and there is no fragrance in the nose, but a stench. Nanhua Zhenren even suspects that the rotting flesh is buried under the petals.

Although there were soldiers stationed outside the peach grove, there was no one inside, so Master Nanhua did not use any tricks, but walked slowly among the peach groves.

Although he had dreamed about it before, he didn't dream of anything very clear. He walked for a long time but still didn't find out the direction of this peach forest, and he didn't see any other things appearing, which was very strange.

Master Nanhua stopped and looked up at the peach blossoms.

The ones that have already bloomed are so red and so big that you can almost see the flower cores inside, but they are not plump, but wilted and look a little dry.

And the flower buds that haven't opened yet, although clustered together, are all hanging down, as if they don't want to be on this branch, they just want to leave it.

what happened to you?

Master Nanhua jumped lightly, and when he landed, there was already a flower bone in his hand.

But this flower bone - it is in full bloom in the hands of Nan Hua!

Immediately afterwards, the petals withered one by one until they fell off.

The whole process was quick, but it was over within a few breaths.

Master Nanhua looked at the dead leaves in his palm, and slowly injected spiritual power into it. After injecting it for a long time, it still looked the same withered at first, without any change.

Having no choice but to give up, he squatted down, but heard a voice calling, "Zhuang Zhou?"

He didn't respond, but continued to squat, looked around on the ground and put the dead leaf on a petal.

"Why don't you go hide?"

The voice came again, Nanhua Daoist stood up and walked to the tree where he picked the flower buds just now, knocked on the trunk and said: "How long are you waiting for me here?"

After asking the question, he didn't hear the reply from the voice at first, so Daoist Nanhua stroked the tree trunk a few more times, finally stopped his hand in one place, rubbed it a few times, closed his eyes and said: "You are still here, son Fan."

After a moment of silence, a voice came from the tree: "I have been resuscitated for more than 3 years, and I always thought you had forgotten me."

"I saw you in my dreams, I thought you knew it all, and I thought there was no need to talk about it. But you—" Nanhua Daoist paused at this point, and slowly poured spiritual power into a small hole he touched under his hand, Frowning slightly, "Why did you do this? You didn't want to—"

"No! Don't say it." Tao Shu, who was called Zifan, interrupted Nanhua Zhenren's words. He slowly felt the familiar spiritual power flowing through his veins, and did not continue to speak.

"You are recovering well."

After Master Nanhua finished speaking, he opened his eyes and saw a wisp of black smoke coming out from under his hand. He raised his other hand and cast a spell slightly, watching the wisp of black smoke drift into his hand.

Zifan also saw it, and couldn't help laughing: "You always do this useless work, but I still want to thank you for loving my petals-at least it made me stand here again, and now my roots are gone. It was planted in the pool of rebirth."

Master Nanhua ignored Zifan's ridicule, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said, "I'm just looking."

After finishing speaking, he put the hand that was surrounded by black smoke in front of his eyes. He looked at the black smoke for a while, only to see that it was circling around his own immortal veins, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

That lets you in.

Master Nanhua raised his other hand, put his fingers together and quickly cast a spell on that hand, and the black smoke suddenly penetrated into the immortal veins.

A burst of coldness suddenly hit the whole body along the wrists, Nanhua Daoist hurriedly gathered a wave of spiritual power in his body to meet the cold air, and then increased the spiritual power little by little until the cold air was enveloped.

Under the wrapping of spiritual power, the cold air had nowhere to go, and gradually calmed down a bit. Nan Hua took advantage of this to melt the spiritual power into the cold air.

The cold air was suddenly aroused to be more restless than before, but how could it overwhelm the spiritual power of Nanhua Daoist, it was melted away by that spiritual power all at once.

The instant it melted away, Nanhua Daoist saw the back of a young child in the distance, standing upright among the peach trees, motionless.

Until a gust of wind blew, the back fell little by little, and fell on a piece of petal ground, his face was blue and black, obviously a dead body.

The child lay there, motionless, even the wind could not stretch the hair at the corner of his clothes, only the curled petals completely buried him.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for reading, there is something in the article "Small confusion Yi Fang, big confusion Yi Xing." Excerpted from "Zhuangzi Parallel Thumb".

I hope everyone will not be confused until they are not confused.