red butterfly month by month

Jun nodded: "My original saber was damaged when I broke through the cultivation base. By chance, I took it in my hand and accompanied me to break through. When I came back to my senses, I found that it was a piece of meteorite. Its color was bright red, with a hidden brilliance. It fit my heart very well, so I simply cast it into a knife and named it Butterfly Slash."

"Did this knife absorb your internal energy and blood essence before it was forged?" the evil master asked.

"People with beards are really unusual!" Mr. Butterfly touched his chin and nodded: "I was in a special situation at the time, and I really poured my inner energy into it unconsciously. As for the essence and blood, it has been with me for a long time. Blood stained it."

The evil master tapped the blade lightly, and then asked: "The meteorite outside the sky is impenetrable to ordinary fire, and it is extremely difficult to forge. I don't know how Die Jun forged the blade?"

"The most common charcoal fire is used, well, now that I think about it, the charcoal is really useless, almost relying on the internal force of the butterfly to generate flames," Mr. Butterfly recalled: "As for casting, it is just hammered out with one hammer and one hammer. If one blow fails, another blow will be made, and if one blow fails, then another blow will be given."

"How long will Butterfly take?"

"Not much, more than three years."

"How long does it take per day?"

"Nine hours."

The evil master sighed softly: "Mr. Die, do you feel that this saber can be used with your heart at will, wielding it like an arm, and its combat power is far superior to other weapons?"

Mr. Butterfly nodded: "That's right."

"Before this knife was cast, it was nourished by your essence and blood, and repeatedly scoured by your inner strength. It has been psychic, and it was compatible with you. It has been forged over the years, and in terms of refining and casting, this knife is already equivalent to half your body." The evil master said: "It's like regenerating two arms, your knife skills and internal strength are all reflected in it, and the human knife is one. Your achievements are far superior to those of the same level of cultivation."

As soon as he said that, Mr. Butterfly squinted his eyes, but he felt that it should be taken for granted. His fingers stroked the blade of the Butterfly Chopper, and the Butterfly Chopper vibrated slightly, and the distorted red light all over his body was even more dazzling.

Mr. Butterfly smiled: "People are like knives, knives are like people, beautiful!"

The evil master also lowered his head to look at Butterfly Zhan, his eyes were dark and worried.

People are like knives, knives are like people, evil and evil knives, evil and cold-blooded people.

The murderous intent and death aura hidden in Butterfly Slash made him, a foundry master who has seen countless sword mounds, involuntarily shudder. Does he really want to indulge this evil sword and this evil sword, and bring disaster to the martial arts world?

"How long does it take to cast the scabbard?" Mr. Butterfly was originally a single-minded person, he only loved one color, one lover, and only one pair of sabers. A pair of butterfly knives look more and more cute, and the more you look at them, the more you can't put them down, and you are a little reluctant to give them to the evil spirit master with scabbards.

"49 days."

"I'll wait here." Mr. Butterfly replied, obviously, after this incident, he trusted the skills of the alchemist.

"I just want to borrow the power of Lord Die." The evil master suddenly said.

"Lend me?"

"The Butterfly Slash was made from a meteorite from outside the sky, so the scabbard is naturally not inferior." The evil master said, Mr. Butterfly nodded.

"The Butterfly Slash is forged with your inner strength, and the scabbard should also incorporate your inner strength during the casting process."

Mr. Butterfly stroked his chin: "Well, I don't really understand, but it sounds reasonable."

The evil alchemist smiled slightly.

Outside the Huoyun Pit, the martial arts conference is huge and noisy; inside the Huoyun Pit, Mr. Butterfly obeys the instructions of the evil master and concentrates on pouring his inner strength into the refined iron in the casting furnace.

In order to cast the scabbard, the evil master specially selected deep-sea iron essence, which is also bright red in color, from the ores in his collection, and melted and refined it with the heat of the earth fire, supplemented by Mr. Butterfly's strong internal strength.

It was also at this time that the evil master discovered that Mr. Butterfly's internal strength was different from that of others, and that he contained the original power of scorching fire.This also explains why he was able to forge the evil knife with only internal strength, and why he was able to use flames in his ultimate move like a genius.

The taboo against him also deepened in my heart.

"The scabbard is ready." The evil alchemist took out a pair of scabbards that had been quenched three times.The scabbard is silver with bright red butterfly pattern, which is very suitable for the butterfly cut.

"It's really extraordinary!" Mr. Butterfly took the scabbard happily, and wanted to turn around and leave.

"Don't you want to give it a try?" the evil alchemist asked.

"Try it!" Mr. Butterfly did not doubt that he was there, with a move of inner strength, the two butterfly knives flew out, and with a clang, the two knives fell into the scabbard, perfectly fitting.

"Haha, it's just right!" Mr. Butterfly laughed, waved his sleeves, and stood the pair of sabers in front of him. The blade was not drawn.

"Huh? Is the scabbard too tight?" Mr. Butterfly took the two knives into his hands and examined them carefully.

The evil alchemist on the side took a step back and watched coldly.

Mr. Butterfly is not a fool, when he sensed something was wrong, he immediately figured out the ins and outs, and his face turned cold: "You sealed my knife!"

"Dao Xie Xie Dao, I will not allow you to do harm to the world!"

"Taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others! You took my money, but broke your promise and broke the business rules, you deserve to die!" Mr. Butterfly was full of murderous intentions.

"Unless you destroy the knife, you will never be able to untie it, Mr. Yinchuan Butterfly!"

"Okay, okay!" Mr. Butterfly laughed angrily: "It's rare to meet someone more arrogant than Mr. Butterfly! For the sake of you explaining my confusion before, I won't kill you today, but I will give you a word: Butterfly cuts open the seal!" Today, Mr. Butterfly will take your life according to his mood! Farewell!"

Mr. Butterfly turned into thousands of red butterflies and dispersed, and the murderous intent that was almost condensed into reality also dissipated.The evil alchemist slowly loosened the hands clenched behind his back, his back was already soaked.He expected Mr. Butterfly to be arrogant, fighting for a chance of survival with words.And the moment when he was looking directly at him just now was shocking, but it also made the evil alchemist more determined in his choice.

"Damn old man!!!"

In the sunny Yinchuan Butterfly Valley, Mr. Butterfly was out of breath, and a circle of little butterflies flapped their wings to accompany him to condemn the unscrupulous alchemist, and the two butterfly knives locked in the scabbard buzzed and vibrated, sharing the same hatred!

"Lock my knife with my inner strength! Seal the flame of the butterfly with the cold of the deep sea! Do you think I can't untie it?! The long wind that pierces the waves rises at the right moment, the flame of the butterfly that breaks through the sea rises in anger, and the red butterfly's day of nirvana , Slashing the sky!"

"Tsk, what a poetic connotation! I can still say such sentences at this time, I really am a genius!" Mr. Butterfly's mood swings are habitually ups and downs, and he calmed down in an instant, and he brushed his blond hair on his forehead.

The evil master sealed his knife, but reminded him from another angle.Butterfly Zhan has witnessed everything in Mirage Island. The series of changes in his body back then were all integrated into Butterfly Zhan with the infusion of his inner strength and blood essence. Butterfly Zhan may not have been an opportunity for him to break through.

Mister Butterfly beckoned, and the little butterflies flocked over.

In the Ruyi Villa, Gongsun Yue was inspecting the current accounts. When she looked up, she saw colorful butterflies flying outside the window, and several red-winged and golden-patterned phoenix butterflies flying among them. The corner of her mouth couldn't help but a slight smile: "It's red butterflies!"

Putting down her pen and walking out of the room, two big red swallowtail butterflies rushed over first and landed on Gongsunyue's fingertips, rubbing against each other constantly, very intimate.

Gongsun Yue pointed at the two red butterflies and asked, "Has he returned to Butterfly Valley?" She wanted to ask more: Has his body recovered?Could the injury be a hindrance?It's a pity that only a certain Qian Die is connected with Hongdie. Although she can control her, she can't communicate with this group of multifunctional butterflies.

Two big swallowtail butterflies rose up, flew around her twice and joined the butterfly group, and then a group of colorful butterflies rose up and gathered together in front of the bamboo forest.

Gongsunyue laughed: "Okay, let's see what kind of tricks they want to play this time."

Groups of colorful butterflies flutter and dance, adding a lot of color to this world.Although Gongsun Yueyu was strict, he was not harsh, and all the passers-by from the villa were either curious, joking, or understanding, and came to watch the fun.

The colorful butterflies spread out, two of them lined up, and a huge colorful butterfly was pieced together in mid-air. The butterfly's mind was a few golden-yellow white butterflies.

Gongsunyue nodded, expressing that she understood: "The golden-haired butterfly is Mr. Butterfly."

The colorful butterflies suddenly dispersed and rearranged into an array, but it was a colorful circle, with clusters of butterflies floating back and forth underneath.

Gongsunyue couldn't help laughing: "Got it, Caiyun Jiyue, this is Gongsunyue." The colorful butterflies spread out again, but when they gathered again, they were in the shape of two hearts next to each other.

"Ha!" Gongsunyue chuckled lightly, shaking the folding fan lightly, without saying a word.

When two hearts are next to each other, it is naturally the meaning of heart-to-heart connection and heart-to-heart connection.Mr. Butterfly has been in the country for many years, the only thing he can't learn is the two words of reserve and reserve, but frankness is also a rare cuteness of Butterfly.

The colorful butterflies scattered suddenly, and a few red butterflies came to play around Gongsunyue.

"I am interested in training the butterfly to play, and it seems to be recovering well." Gongsunyue felt relieved, and asked someone to fetch some sugar water and fresh fruit pieces to feed the butterfly, and teased the butterfly for a while before returning to the study.

27. Red Butterfly in Snow

"Mr. Butterfly isn't going to leave the valley yet?" Zhang Mao raised his eyebrows: "Three years and eight months, he is very patient!"

"It should be within this two months." Gongsun Yue twisted the folding fan, and glanced at the two red butterflies that landed on the pen holder and flapped their wings.

Red Butterfly was born from the blood of Mr. Butterfly, and has the same roots as him. In the eyes of others, the two Red Butterflies are no different from before. The golden pattern on Die's body is getting deeper and deeper.

Mister Butterfly's breakthrough is imminent.

"It's a good day." Zhang Mao said.

The martial arts conference ended three years ago, and the new generation of martial artists rose to fame, leading in various places and fields.