Cultivation of Flowers

No matter how chaotic the outside world is, there are still many people in the fantasy world.

The relationship among many cultivators in the fantasy world is not good, and quarrels keep coming and going.

Hualin looked at the people coming and going, her eyes widened, and she looked a little silly.

Suddenly, someone hugged Hualin from behind, it was a pair of small hands.

When Hualin turned her head, it was Huang Huanhuan, the red-eyed Huang Huanhuan, behind her were Yao Jiancheng and other children.

Hualin's lips parted slightly, he wanted to ask, are those rumors true?However, he didn't dare to ask, he was afraid of hearing answers he didn't want to hear.

Huang Huanhuan said: "The main hall master is so powerful, I don't believe that the main hall master will be killed, and the Great Elder Lan of the Artifact Sect is so powerful, I, I don't believe it..." She was sobbing and crying.

A group of children cried into a ball.

Hualin felt very uncomfortable, he missed his grandfather, and also missed the cold-faced Palace Master Han every day, what should mother do?What about cold smoke?

How would he tell Han Yan that your father was killed?Drops of tears flowed from Hualin's eyes, he wiped his face carelessly, and said, "Let's go." Crying here is to show people a joke.

The children went to the affiliated area together. There were many fewer people here than before. With the merger of the five realms, they were busy fighting in the real world and had no time to enter the fantasy world.

Yao Jiancheng said: "I heard from my brother yesterday that the situation is very bad. Perhaps in the near future, some people will be transferred to hide and become the future seeds of Dongjing Mansion."

Hualin opened her lips slightly and said, "I won't leave."

Huang Huanhuan said: "I'm not leaving either. I was born in Dongjing Mansion. Dongjing Mansion is my home. I want to protect my home. Dongjing Mansion is still there, and I will always be there. When Dongjing Mansion is destroyed, I will be there." Let's die together." She said firmly.

All the children looked at Huang Huanhuan together.

Huang Huanhuan stood up, the wind blew gently and messed up her hair, she used her little hand to brush away the bangs that had been slapping her cheeks, and said: "I'm not weak anymore, I have condensed the pearl of Tao, which is no worse than Huiling's early stage." No matter how weak the cultivator is, I will fight to the end."

All the children stood up together with one voice: "Fight to the end!"

Looking at the children who were as tall as him, Hualin wished for the first time that he could grow up quickly.

If he is ten years older, even if he doesn't have the talent for cultivation, he thinks, he can refine a lot of pills, he can draw a lot of talismans, and there are weapons...

If he is older, he can do a lot better.

If he was older, he might not cry.

Because of helplessness, incompetence, and inability to do anything, he cries.

Hualin looked up at the sky, forced the tears back into his eyes, and said in a strong nasal voice, "Cultivation."

The children dispersed, some of the children went to the jungle to hunt the King Beast, some of the children went to the gambling battlefield, and some of the children went to the training room.

Huang Huanhuan took a step and wanted to leave, but Hualin took Huang Huanhuan's hand.

Huang Huanhuan looked at Hualin, her big eyes filled with tears.

Hualin said: "Huanhuan, help me find the master. You can ask the master if you can make medicine for us. There are many, many medicines, the sublimation pill, the nourishing pill, and the spirit gathering pill... There are many, many pills. These pills are needed." Just to become stronger.

Huang Huanhuan looked at Hualin, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

A few days ago, she heard from her mother that she went to Lin Qinghe, hoping that Lin Qinghe could help refine two transformation pills, but Lin Qinghe refused.

Lin Qinghe rejected her mother, Huang Huanhuan didn't know if Lin Qinghe would reject her too.However, she couldn't say such words to Hualin, she was afraid that Hualin would be sad.

Huang Huanhuan left the fantasy world and walked out of Dongjing Mansion.

As usual, there are always dozens of carriages queuing up outside the Zongmen Restriction of Dongjing Mansion, commuting to and from Freedom Commercial Street in order to earn one or two crystal beads.

Huang Huanhuan rode in a carriage.

The wheels were rumbling, the wind was blowing gently, and the curtains were blown open. Outside the curtains, there were still many cultivators commuting to and from the street. East View City was as prosperous as ever. Looking at it this way, it seemed that there was no difference from a month ago.

However, she knew that many things had changed a lot unconsciously.

There is no smile on the faces of pedestrians.

The protagonist who plays Zhang Xiongying has changed.

And she no longer looks at the hero Zhang Bai.Not only her, but her little friends also didn't watch it.Because it's time for them to grow up.

Huang Huanhuan lowered her head. She vaguely remembered that every time she did something wrong and acted like a spoiled child to her parents, she always told them that she was still young and would never grow up... But sometimes, she was always forced to grow up.

When the carriage arrived, the coachman called Huang Huanhuan twice, Huang Huanhuan finally came back to her senses, she said "ah", jumped out of the carriage, and gave the coachman a crystal bead.

After the driver left, Huang Huanhuan took a look around, took small steps, walked up to the gate and knocked on the knocker.

The door opened, Huang Huanhuan looked around, but did not see the person who opened the door.She blinked, entered the courtyard, closed the door, called "Uncle Lin", pushed the door open, and entered the hall.

The sun was covered by dark clouds, and the room was a little dark. Huang Huanhuan raised his head, but he couldn't see Lin Qinghe's face clearly.

Huang Huanhuan called "Uncle Lin" again, stepped forward, and walked to Lin Qinghe's side.

At this moment, Lin Qinghe was painting. After Huang Huanhuan's second sentence of "Uncle Lin", his hand holding the pen paused, looked at Huanhuan, showed an elegant smile, and replied, "Yes."

Huang Huanhuan got closer and felt that Lin Qinghe looked extremely pale and weak.

She felt that Lin Qinghe's condition was very bad. Could it have something to do with Lin Qinghe's refusal to refine medicine for Dongjing Mansion?

Huang Huanhuan stood on tiptoe and looked at the painting on the table.

The background of the painting is a sea of ​​flowers all over the sky, and in the center of the sea of ​​flowers stands a young man with long black hair fluttering in the wind, wearing dark red clothes with a touch of coquettishness, but, too far away, his appearance looks a bit Vague.

Huang Huanhuan pointed to the person in the painting and asked, "Who is it?"

Lin Qinghe put down the ink pen in his hand, was silent for a while, and said, "God."

Huang Huanhuan blinked her eyes, and then said the word "God". She looked at the young man who had perfectly blended into the sea of ​​flowers, and said, "If he is a god, then he must be the God of Flowers." It was just a painting, but she It seems to be able to feel the fairy breath escaping from the person in the painting.really weird.

Huang Huanhuan said: "Uncle Lin, you draw really well."

Lin Qinghe's right hand covered the painting, and the next moment, a painting turned into dust, and he said: "Uncle's painting is not good, he didn't draw one-thousandth of his charm."

If a normal person heard this, he would definitely think, has Lin Qinghe ever seen God?That's why you said this sentence?But when Huang Huanhuan heard this sentence, what she thought was that the person in the painting must be very beautiful, perhaps as beautiful as Uncle Hua.

Lin Qinghe asked: "Huanhuan, are you here for business?"

Huang Huanhuan gave a "hmm", her lips parted slightly, and wanted to say "Uncle Lin, can you help us make medicine", but when she saw the dust on the table, the words that came out of her mouth became "Uncle Lin, Huahua Let me find you."

Lin Qinghe looked at Huang Huanhuan and said, "Hua Lin?"

Huang Huanhuan nodded and said, "Yes, Huahua... I hope Uncle Lin can help us."

Lin Qinghe was silent.

Thinking of something bad, Huang Huanhuan's pupils turned red, she said: "We want to become stronger, we need a lot of pills, sublimation pills, nourishing pills, gathering spirits..."

Before Lin Huanhuan finished speaking, Lin Qinghe nodded and said, "Okay."

Lin Huanhuan's pupils were wide open, and she looked at Lin Qinghe in a daze.

Hualin wanted to go to the space training room, but before entering the space training room, he wanted to see Han Yan.

Hualin exited the fantasy world, and when she returned to the ice and snow palace, what she saw was the cold smoke that was still refining the ice essence.

Unknowingly, Han Yan has broken through to the spirit gathering stage.

Hua Lin squeezed Han Yan's hand, Han Yan stopped refining the ice marrow, and looked at Hua Lin.

Hua Lin sat beside Han Yan, held Han Yan's small hand with one small hand, and said, "Yan Yan, tell me about Palace Master Han."

Han Yan held Hualin's little hand back, he didn't understand why Hualin asked this question, he thought about it, and decided to answer this question seriously, he said: "Father, he is very strict with my brother, and he must practice for at least eight hours a day. For two hours, only Bigu Dan was allowed to feed his hunger every day, and every three days he let his elder brother fight monsters that were a little higher than him... My elder brother was bitten all over his body, and my father would not soften his heart. Contrary to his elder brother's growth, he Me, my father is very doting, I don't beat, I don't scold, I eat whatever I want, no..."

Han Yan said that he was beaten by his elder brother when he was very young, and Palace Master Han beat his elder brother without asking why, and then his brother beat Han Yan again, and then Palace Master Han beat him up again. My brother beat me twice...

Han Yan slowly talked about the little things he got along with his family, which was very warm.

Hualin listened quietly, tears streaming down drop by drop.

Han Yan caressed Hua Lin's small face with her small hand, wiped away his tears, smiled, and said, "Don't cry, do you miss your father? We will find him."

Hualin caressed Han Yan's cheek with her small hand, choked up and said, "You cry!"

Han Yan was stunned for a moment, and said, "Why should I cry?"

Hualin's lips parted slightly, but she couldn't say anything.

Han Yan wiped away Hualin's tears over and over again, coaxing softly: "Don't cry, we will find Uncle Hua."

If someone asks Hualin, what is the duty of a father?

Hualin would say that the father is the head of the family, and the father is responsible for earning crystals, protecting the mother, taking care of the children, and living happily.

Hualin said: "Yanyan, I will earn a lot of crystals, and I will support you."

Han Yan's little face turned red.

Hualin said again: "Yanyan, I will become stronger, stronger, stronger, I will take care of you, I will protect you."

Han Yan was a little shy, he said: "Well, I will also earn spar, earn a lot of spar to grow flowers, and I will take care of you and protect you." We have been together all the time.

Hualin held Han Yan's hand to wipe her tears, thought for a while, and then let go of Han Yan's hand, and took off the wreath that had been wearing on his left wrist, his tear-wet eyes didn't blink for a moment. She stared at it and said, "They all said that you have a spirit, and that you were born by my grandfather using my blood essence... If one day, I am not by Hanyan's side, please protect me He, in this life, will never leave him."

Hualin's idea is very simple, from now on, he will be Han Yan's father, earn spar for Han Yan, protect Han Yan, and take care of Han Yan.However, life is impermanent, there is no birth, old age, sickness and death, and there are also natural and man-made disasters.

If he is not by Han Yan's side, who will protect Han Yan?

The garland emitted a soft green light, and without anyone's control, it was placed on Han Yan's left wrist.

Han Yan was taken aback, he wanted to take off the wreath and return it to Hualin, but he couldn't take it off.Perhaps his actions annoyed the wreath, and the green light emitted by the wreath became more intense, slowly blending into Han Yan's skin, leaving only a circle of patterns on it.

Han Yan frowned, and he raised his head, just in time Hua Lin leaned over, and their lips happened to stick together.

The two children froze for a moment, Hualin's tears stopped and she stopped crying.

The two children were separated and sat side by side, staring blankly ahead.

Han Yan's face was flushed, from her forehead to her toes.

After a while, Hualin tilted her head, kissed Hanyan's little cheek, then turned her head again, and continued to look ahead.

Han Yan thought for a while, turned her head, kissed Hualin's little cheek again, then turned her face and continued to look ahead.

After Han Yan finished kissing, after a while, Hua Lin kissed Han Yan's little face again, and after a while, Han Yan kissed Hua Lin's little face again...

For children, kissing each other is just a way to express their feelings to each other.

After a long time, Han Yan heard someone talk about the taste of the first kiss, and he recalled this scene in his mind.

The taste of the first kiss, with a smell of snot...

The kiss on the cheek is salty and bitter with tears.

The heart is very soft.