Flower language GL

"Huahua, we meet again!"

"Aren't you afraid of being suspected by the master?"

"Of course not. Once the master has the intention of 'going', I dare to get out of the scabbard."

"If you and my master go all out to fight, what should you do?"

"I have my measure."

Between the intertwined blue and white rays of light, one can tell who the other party is without looking.After all, the two of them have met three times.Not surprisingly, they fought.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and as night fell, there was still faint thunder.After a fierce battle, no one else was alarmed.

"Huahua, does your master have something on his mind?"

"How did you know?"

"Although her complexion is as usual, when you can see her, her eyes are always bright. Today is so gloomy, so I guessed."

"..."

"Boom!"

There was a loud thunder, and sparse raindrops fell.After a while, their clothes became wet.

Baguio was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Xueqi, who was three zhang away, didn't understand what it meant, and when she tried to use Xiaojian again, she lost Xiaohua's trace.After a while, the little sword returned to its scabbard.

"Boom!"

Although the rain in spring is not as cold as in winter, it has been raining on the ground for a long time, and even cultivators cannot avoid the wind and cold.

half an hour.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but Baguio still stood still, looking up at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.Xueqi frowned slightly, then turned her eyes away from the motionless figure, turned and left.

"Mother..."

The next day.

Baguio miraculously returned to the stronghold of the Ghost King Sect and found the Ghost King, but when he opened his mouth, it was a farewell word.

The ghost king looked at his daughter who was kneeling upright in front of him, and sighed after a while, "Be careful when you go out. Suzaku, please take care of her."

You Ji bowed her eyebrows and said, "Sect Master, please rest assured."

After leaving the Ghost King Sect's stronghold, Baguio did not leave immediately, but walked out of the woods to the beach.

The sun is shining brightly, looking around, the sea and the sky are almost the same color.

Baguio will never let go of such beautiful scenery.Now it is the end of spring and the weather is still cold, so Baguio can only sit down and look at the East China Sea.

You Ji stood quietly not far behind her, with a pair of bright eyes staring at the thin figure, she could only sigh secretly.

Yesterday was the death day of Baguio's mother, Xiao Chi.

At this time, about ten miles behind Baguio, in mid-air, righteous people are divided into more than a dozen groups of people and horses, and they are patrolling the island.This time Qingyun Sect sent disciples from the four veins of Longshou Peak, Chaoyang Peak, Big Bamboo Peak and Xiaozhu Peak among the seven veins.In this way, they are divided into four groups, among which, the most eye-catching one is the female disciple from the Xiaozhu Peak lineage under Qingyun sect.Xueqi silently flew among the disciples in Xiaozhufeng, her appearance and the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon at her feet aroused everyone's attention.

As for the Dazhu Peak disciples who are the weakest among the seven branches of the Qingyun Sect, they only have four ears, and all four of them have faint sadness on their faces.

Not long after, with the sound of howling, the lights of various colors scattered away.The momentum is so huge, just to search for the followers of the Demon Cult.

Ten days later, the two of Baguio stood on a mountain outside Fenxiang Valley.

Looking at Taniguchi, Baguio took out something the size of half a palm from his bosom.This object is round and thick, with a green color and a faint glow. This is a piece of jade.In the center is a thin red sheet that looks like a mirror but not a mirror, and an ancient flame totem is engraved on the sheet.Holes are punched at both ends of the jade, and each has a red silk tassel tied to it.

Seeing this, You Ji wondered, "Biyao, what is this?"

Baguio reached out and caressed the flame totem on the sheet, and said, "The jade pendant is a gift from my old friend."

You Ji's expression changed, and she wanted to speak again.

But Bi Yao put the jade into her bosom and said: "Aunt You, this time I will sneak in alone, you can respond outside."

You Ji's complexion changed, and she said: "No, this Fenxianggu is one of the three sects of the righteous way, and its strength must not be underestimated. The suzerain ordered me to protect you, how can I let you do whatever you want."

Baguio pondered for a while, then looked up at the sky, and said, "Since that's the case, let's wait until it gets dark. Then you and I will work in two ways..."

After explaining, when You Ji left, Bi Yao also hid in the forest.

Lying in a dense forest outside Fenxiang Valley, Baguio tore up a letter that he had just received early in the morning.In the letter, it told about the night after she left Liubo Mountain, the great war between righteousness and demons, which had been resting for more than a hundred years, began again.

In a trance, she seemed to have returned to eight years ago.That day, holding a dagger in her hand, she took the life of her mother-killer and her enemy with her own hands.But when she came back to her senses, tears were streaming down her face, but there was even more pain in her chest.Looking at the monk lying in a pool of blood, he thought about his confession before he died.She had an epiphany, the real source of her pain was not the monk named Pufang in front of her, but the struggle between good and evil that had lasted for thousands of years.

Since then, she has never returned home, wanting to get rid of her fate.However, it is impossible to cut off the blood connection.After all, she is still the daughter of the Patriarch of the Ghost King Sect among the four major sects of the Holy Cult, and she can never stay out of it.

She grew up gradually, and during her travels, she had seen too many conflicts and disputes between good and evil.Adhering to the principle of avoiding as much as possible, even if it is affected for no reason, it is the best policy to follow, and never procrastinate.If there are people who don't have long eyes and entangle them, then she will not be merciful.But every time he wanted to kill, his mother's face would always appear in front of his eyes, and there was no more killing intent to speak of.Over time, even the hostility never reappeared.

But now, the war between good and evil will start again.She didn't understand her father's ambition to unify the holy religion and sweep the righteous way, just like her father didn't understand her original intention of wandering.Non-interference with each other, tacit understanding.

Over the years, she has changed from liking to getting used to wandering.Although she has no fixed place, there will always be someone who brings her many new things along the way.That is the person who took her down the mountain to find Pufang for revenge, took her to travel around the world and taught thaumaturgy, and took her to the place of love and moon to drink and listen to music.But he never took her back to Huqi Mountain, or paid homage to her mother once, but told her that her mother was in the sky, and when she missed her, she could just look up.So she did.

Memories are fading, but looking up is the scene of the setting sun.

Looking at the valley under the afterglow, Bi Yao took out the jade pendant just now from her bosom, and murmured: "I don't know if this Xuanhuo Jian will be useful."

That's right, this is Xuanhuo Jianer, the treasure of Fenxiang Valley.It is the most masculine and most powerful thing in the world, and the supreme weapon used by the Fenxiang Valley lineage for thousands of years to eliminate demons.It is the sin that Tianhu used the power of the whole family to seize it with all his might.

It was night, Baguio swallowed the last piece of roast chicken, wiped and put away the dagger, changed into night clothes, and put on a mask.Until several fires on the west side of Fenxiang Valley burst out, thick smoke billowed out, and the voices of firefighting and rescue came one after another, and Fenxiang Valley boiled for a while.

Seeing this situation, Baguio waited and watched for a while, then quietly sneaked into the valley.

The night is like ink, and the wind passes without a trace.

The author has something to say:

Well, these two months have been relatively fulfilling, and the Sprite energy is still insufficient, so the time for coding is less.

Maybe I'm a little tired again, after all, writing is something I can't force.

Let's continue to ponder and ponder, always want to make the text more exciting, not boring.

Well, it is expected that no one will reply to such a slow update.I really hope to see a lot of replies when I am motivated to work more frequently in the future, although it feels impossible.

Well, see you next time.