red butterfly month by month

Stopping, I only felt that the sword dance was like a shooting star flying feathers, and the fan dance was like a phoenix-tailed butterfly.

Qing Junlian withdrew his long sword, took a step forward and bowed his body: "I'm sorry, I just forgot myself for a moment and offended you."

Mr. Butterfly immediately took a step back and waved his hands again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't mind, I don't mind, I'll take my leave first, take my leave!"

Mr. Butterfly leaves from the backstage, and the melancholy cicada shakes the wine cup with an unclear expression.

Qing Junlian took off her colorful makeup and dance clothes, and as soon as she came out of the side door, she saw the sad cicada waiting for her under the independent tree, her heart immediately softened, she stepped forward and called out softly: "Qiu Jun."

"Jun Lian." Chou Qingchan turned around, with a rare softness on her usually gloomy face, she raised her hand and put the cloak in her hand on Qing Jun Lian's shoulders, and carried her back to the backyard.

"Qiu Jun..." The two walked slowly, Qingjun Lian wanted to speak to each other, but the words turned around and turned into another sentence: "Since we first met, you have always been very preoccupied Your appearance has not changed so far, and Jun Lian rarely sees you raising your eyebrows and smiling. You have been away for nearly half a year this time, but when you come back, the scar between your brows is even deeper. How many things make you so sad?"

"No."

"You still said no, your eyes have never stayed on Jun Lian since just now, do you know that?"

Sorrow Qingchan paused: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have neglected you."

"I'm not afraid of being left out, I'm so afraid that there will be a gap between the two hearts. Everyone has a cup of helpless bitter wine in their hearts, but they may not only taste it alone."

Shou Qingchan sighed slightly, and raised her hand to stroke her temples: "If I say, now I just want to stay away from the world of mortals with you and spend the rest of my life in the rivers and lakes, would you believe me?"

"If you say it, I will believe it. Qiu Jun, I am very happy that you can say this sentence, and I look forward to that day."

The two walked hand in hand, their imperceptible sighs disappearing in the wind.

……

The morning breeze was blowing, the sun was rising, a most unusual morning.

On the path in the backyard of the Pinglan Pavilion, a tall man looks gloomy, looking straight ahead, as if thinking while walking; on the other side, a 'woman' whose face is half-hidden by a bead curtain, looks slightly down, moving lotus steps lightly, uniquely cool and reserved.

The two people walking towards each other inevitably ushered in a fateful encounter.

Without the slightest surprise, without the slightest hesitation, the two strangers just walked towards each other as if they had never known each other before, and gradually approached...

When they passed each other, one raised their eyes inadvertently, the other lowered their eyes unconsciously, and their eyes met.

Time and space seemed to stand still for a moment.

Sorrow Qingchan was slightly startled, only to realize that this person's eyes were almost at the same level as hers.

Chou Qingchan is more than eight feet tall, tall among men, but the 'Feng Piao Piao' in front of her is only half an inch shorter than him.Putting it on a woman, this height is too abrupt. Fortunately, 'her' has a slender waist and long legs. She is often seen as tall on the stage, which is not so obvious.

'Feng Piaopiao' raised the end of his eyes lightly: "I owe you a favor."

"No need."

The time gear froze for a moment and then continued to rotate. The two people walking towards each other had turned their backs, and gradually moved away. When they reached the end of the path, when the melancholy turned around, their eyes swept across the other end of the path, and the person happened to turn sideways Come.

The cold and dusty white-clothed woman falls into the eyes but automatically outlines a gorgeous man in red, blond hair and different pupils.

Sorrowful Cicada's lips and teeth moved slightly, and a name rolled in her throat.

"Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly."

Man as his name suggests.

Eye-catching beauty, breathtaking murderous intent.

Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly, who is named after Butterfly, has always been an outlier among killers.

The killer is a creature of the night destined to live in the shadows, hiding in a single line, waiting for an opportunity to strike, surviving in the dark, and dying silently in the corner.

But butterflies are creatures that live in the sun, gorgeous and coquettish, agile and graceful.

Red clothes, snow skin, blond hair, different eyes, colorful butterflies flying everywhere he goes, even in a sea of ​​people, he is still the most dazzling.

This side of melancholy cicada was tasting Mr. Butterfly, and Mr. Butterfly touched his chin on the other side.

He is also the top killer in today's arena, but with just one glance, Mr. Butterfly can be sure that Miao Qingchan has no killing intentions towards him.

It wasn't a choice made after weighing the pros and cons, but that Chou Qingchan had no intention of killing Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly, who was also a top killer.

Here's a killer who's tired of killing.

Both good news and bad news.

The good news is that as long as Chou Qingchan doesn't take action, the remaining members of the three major killer organizations can pose a limited threat to him; the bad news is that he just owed Chou Zhi a debt of favor.

It is not an easy task for a top killer carefully trained by the killer organization to get out of the quagmire.

"It's troublesome!" Mr. Butterfly said with emotion: "But only such a level of debt of favor can be worthy of Mr. Butterfly's worth!"

Stepping back to Qifengting, I suddenly saw red butterflies flying towards me.

"What are you flying in such a hurry for?"

Alphabet Butterfly flapped its wings, Mr. Butterfly's complexion changed when he heard the words, and he was about to turn back immediately, but he heard a soft and wonderful voice whispering: "Piao Piao!"

Mr. Butterfly patted his forehead and could only continue to move forward.

Going around the corner of the bushes, I saw a beautiful figure standing in front of the gate of the Fengwu Academy, followed by two little maids, one holding a banjo and the other holding a white jade flute.

"Miss Fang." Mr. Butterfly stepped forward to salute.

"I've said it before, because of our friendship, it's good to call my heart." Fang Xinyu smiled and said: "I just got a sheet music. I heard that your piano skills are excellent, so I came to find you for reference."

"I don't know who you are listening to?" Mr. Butterfly frowned.

"It doesn't matter what someone says," Fang Xinyu asked with a smile, "Could it be that you're not good at playing the piano?"

"..." Mr. Butterfly nodded heavily: "Be good at it."

The sound of the flute is vast and far away, if it is real or illusory, the sound of the piano flows like clouds and flowing water, soothes the heart and clears the mind.

The lingering sound lingered, Fang Xinyu slowly put down the jade flute in his hand, his eyes still stayed on 'Feng Piaopiao'.

Mr. Butterfly raised his fingers holding the strings, and tapped the body of the piano twice with his curved fingers. The echo was clear and crisp, just like knocking a chime. It is a rare good piano.

The Yueqin that Mr. Butterfly carried with him was left in the Kongyun Valley. After he moved into the Pinglan Pavilion, Sister Hua gave him a few famous pianos, but the instruments are not as good as famous ones. The ring is fat, the swallows are thin, and carrots and cabbage are the most suitable. is the best.

"Do you still like it?" Fang Xinyu asked with a smile.

"Good piano, I don't like it." Mr. Butterfly picked up the gauze cover and carefully covered the piano, then stretched out his hand and pushed it back.

"Since it's a good piano, why don't you like it?"

"Who knows?" Mr. Butterfly propped his forehead: "I've read the score, is Miss Fang anything else?"

Fang Xinyu also put away the jade flute, and stood in front of the window, and instead of answering, she said with a smile: "There are so many colorful butterflies in the Phoenix Dance Academy!"

Colorful butterflies were flying outside the window, Mr. Butterfly cast his eyes on the courtyard, and said lightly, "Yes."

"Is this an admission?" Fang Xinyu looked at him jokingly.

"Admit what?" Mr. Butterfly's tone was still not salty.

"Don't you know?"

"I don't know."

Ever since Fang Xinyu wanted to teach him how to dance out of nowhere, the two sides have been back and forth for more than a dozen rounds, but they didn't realize it at first, but now Mr. Butterfly knows that Fang Xinyu has already guessed his identity.

It's just that the other party didn't mean to threaten him with this, and life has to be done. As for Fang Xinyu's behavior of constantly teasing him, together with Hua Qiyun's heart-to-heart talk and Qingjun's pity and sword dancing, Mr. Butterfly collectively classified it as "Ah!" Women outside the month are all listed as "snake spirit disease".

"If you don't know, you don't know," Fang Xinyu said, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen the servant next to you for a long time."

"She, she went home for the New Year."

"how about you?"

"Sell laughs here to earn some living expenses."

Fang Xinyu covered her lips and laughed: "Did you notice that, when you get impatient, you will talk nonsense in a serious manner."

"That's because I have a good temper."

"What happens if you have a bad temper?" Fang Xinyu raised her eyebrows and said coquettishly.

"I'll have a bad temper!" Mr. Butterfly said, "Miss, you should go back to have lunch."

Fang Xinyu was as good as he was, and beckoned two little maids to fetch things. Before going out, she turned her head and smiled and said, "I'll see you when I have time."

"..."

As soon as the courtyard door was closed, Mr. Butterfly collapsed as if his bones had been taken out, and beat the table bitterly: "When will such a day be a boss!"

……

25. Like him

The spring breeze blows, and the ice and snow melt.

Fireworks in March, when all things sprout, is also a grand event every three years in the world, when the Eastern Region Martial Arts Conference is held.

The hardships are divided into the four domains of southeast, north and west, but the martial arts conference regards the eastern domain as the most respected. Many masters from other domains are even willing to give up the competition in their own domain, and travel thousands of miles to the eastern domain to compete with other warriors.

Once famous all over the world.

Despite the turmoil in the martial arts in the Eastern Region this year, thousands of martial arts people still cannot stop the pursuit of fame in the arena. Even because of the Battle of Kongyun Valley, a group of famous fighters in the Eastern Region fell into the sand, and more new fighters heard the news. Flocking, this year's martial arts conference is more lively than before.

Confucianism Yufeng Mountain, each sect is divided into its own position, the pavilions are adjacent to each other, and the courtyard lives separately. You have a young genius, I have a genius and a young man, you have to kill demons alone, and I have to hoe the strong and help the weak. Every moment, there are countless Lively is born.And all the turmoil before that, under the impact of the three-year grand meeting, was gradually suppressed by the new noise, and disappeared into the sea of ​​people as a remnant.

"Fourth brother."

"Fifth brother."

Reunited after a long absence, thousands of words were spoken, but they were silent for a while.

After a long time, Gongsun Yue spoke first, and sighed with a smile: "The older I get, the more I look like when I was a child."

Zhang Mao also hooked the corners of his lips and asked, "How is he?"

"It's all right. If you go all out, then you will decline, and then you will be exhausted. When the opponent's momentum is at its peak, you can't kill him. Now it is not easy to kill him. Now the three families have withdrawn two, and the next