Butterfly dream

"Butterfly Dream" Author: Mo Lan Jinrong

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In the first life, it was love at first sight... In the [-]th life, a private decision for life

Content tags: Xian Xia Cultivation Oriental Fantasy

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ling Tianfeng Mengchen┃Supporting role: Linglong┃Others: Wandai Good and Evil Lanhua Biling

One sentence introduction: For one person, one hundred thousand times of reincarnation...

Conception: I just want to write a book that belongs to Lily

childhood

"Vastly! The flat sand is boundless, and there is no one to see. The river water..."

"Quack, quack, quack—quack, quack..."

"Young master, I have to be careful when you play with me. Am I shameless when I play with frogs?" When the teacher on the stage said that, everyone in the school looked at her.

I saw her playing with her hair, and said calmly: "Master, you are the one who read "Diao Gu Zhan Wen" very well, and it was the frog who asked me to teach it how to read, so that we can 'show off' to our family when we go back. "

"Hahaha." The whole school laughed.

"you you……"

"Master, I am innocent. Oh! By the way, Master, your name happens to be a homonym for frog, Wa Zi. I forgot." He patted his head and smiled falsely at the same time.

out of school.

"Young master, you are really amazing! That is the most calm person among all the masters."

"Indeed, I was able to go back to other masters within three days, but it took me almost a month to go back to this master." She thought about it for a month and tried to deal with this master by herself. It's hard to go all the way today, I don't know what will happen next.

Back in his room, he lay directly on the bed and fell asleep.

The next day, I came to the school. "Young master, young master, it's not good!" Hearing the patriarch's son running over immediately.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with me?"

"My father asked that outsider to be his wife, and that person is a famous troublemaker! Young master, you've overplayed yourself!" Then he shook his head.

"Let's see what will happen to him. He is just a 'VIP' from outside, so let's treat him well!" The young master smiled sinisterly, then sat down on his seat, waiting for the "sorrowful sound".

Suddenly, the young master was sent to the suburbs.

"Soul."

"Brother, brother, why are you here? Leave the underworld alone?" The young master was surprised at first, and then asked his brother suspiciously.

"I asked him to come." The outsider came over.

"Master." Yuan Jiuchen gave Taoyuan military salute: right hand up, left hand down, palms together, bowed slightly.

When the young master saw it, he knew: this person is not simple, even his elder brother has to march as a salute.One must know that elder brother is the most powerful person in the world, and this military ceremony is the most noble gift in Taohuayuan, how can this person bear it?

"Hun'er, come and pay homage to your teacher."

"Brother, what did you just say? You came here on purpose just to learn from me?"

"Hun'er, stop making trouble."

"I don't want to be a teacher anymore, I don't want to." Then he disappeared.

"Do you want to eat sugar painting, peach milk cake?"

apprenticeship

"Brother, what did you just say?" The young master, who hadn't seen anyone just now, returned to them in the blink of an eye.

"Do you want this?" The man took out the peach milk cake and waved it in front of the young master, "Do you want it?"

"Yes!" Seeing that there was only a little distance left, the man stepped back a distance in an instant.

"Your speed is too slow, can you go faster." The man said to the young master, but the young master didn't listen, and started fighting directly regardless of others.

"The strength is too weak, do you still need me to explain it? Don't you know how to understand it?" The young master punched him, and he didn't even use mana. He directly caught the punch, melted it, and grabbed it her wrist, throwing her out.

"Hiss—the strength is so strong, the pain in my hand is killing me." The young master was thrown back, rubbed his left hand, and said in a low voice.

"Here," the man threw a small bottle to her, "is your hand alright?"

"What do you think?" The young master opened the bottle curiously, "What kind of smell is this! It smells so bad!" The young master pinched his nose and said in disgust.

"This one is made of medicinal peaches from Peach Blossom Spring and mysterious blood..."

"Pfft—it's so bitter!" When the young master heard the word "peach", he took a sip and immediately spit it out: "Water, where is the water?"

"Hun'er, there is water here." Yuan Jiuchen handed her the water.

"This, both inside and outside." The man held his forehead, unable to see his expression.

"You didn't say it earlier!" The young master imitated that man and held his forehead.

"I wanted to say it a long time ago. You drank too fast." He said helplessly.

"Hun'er, don't your hands hurt anymore?" Yuan Jiuchen squatted down, gently pinched the young master's nose, very doting, "Do you still want to be a teacher, Hun'er?"

"I, for my brother's sake, I worship you as my teacher." He said, still looking unhappy.

"Pouting." Yuan Jiuchen smiled.

"Brother, hum—"

"I'm angry, here it is." The man gave the young master a bunch of candied haws.

"Master, the disciple still has something to do, and I hope the master will allow it."

"Go, life is more important than apprenticeship."

"Ah."

"Ahun, where are you going?" As soon as the man turned his head, he saw the young master leaving.

"I... I remembered that I asked someone to go fishing yesterday."

The young master smiled awkwardly, feeling very sad in his heart: I really want to leave!Brother!Why don't you take me away!

"It hurts—" Master tapped the young master's head lightly with an unknown object.

"Your Majesty!"

"Pa." The young master was very reluctant, because that was not what she wanted to kneel down.

"Why should I kneel down?" The young master kept staring at him.

"From today onwards, you are my No. 19 disciple, named: Ling Tianfeng, and this 'Phantom Snow Flute' and 'Bi Ling Sword' are given to you." The master said shallowly, regardless of whether she was voluntary or not.

"Thank you, master." Ling Tianfeng clearly wanted to say: You are not qualified to give my name.As a result, he was forced to bow down.

The master threw the flute and sword to her.

Ling Tianfeng was able to move on his own, and stood up immediately.

"It hurts! Why does the body kneel down uncontrollably." Ling Tianfeng rubbed her knee.

"I know you want to blame me, but it's useless for you to blame me. It's your brother who made me like this."

"My brother?" Ling Tianfeng looked at the master's hand, "The Wanjun Talisman. Brother, I really want to kill you!"

"Kneel down, Hun'er, why did you talk to your brother and me?" Yuan Jiuchen came out of nowhere, but the smile on his face was particularly terrifying.

Ling Tianfeng knelt down again, looking at her brother who had just walked out, very angry.

With a sound of "嗖——", three ropes were tied to Ling Tianfeng's body.

"Three ropes in the world, brother, you don't play with them like that!"

"Okay, Jiuchen, stop playing."

"Understood, Master." Then he took the three ropes back.

When Ling Tianfeng saw it, he immediately ran behind Master, hugged Master's thigh, and said coquettishly: "Master, my brother bullied me, you just take care of him."

"Return this Wanjun Talisman, your sister will take it away, and teach it well."

"Understood, Master." After speaking, he disappeared.

"Brother's shadow skills are so powerful, if only I had the strongest Yin-Yang flame in the Six Realms."

"Controlling Yin-Yang Flame, what do you want to do?"

"The magic power must be strong."

"This is just the most basic condition for controlling Yin-Yang flames. If you want to control the strongest Yin-Yang flames, you must have strong comprehension, stable mana and natural spiritual power. Although you have natural spiritual power, your mana It’s not very stable, and its comprehension is not very good.”

"Then what should I do? If I'm not good at these things, how can I beat my brother?"

"Just study hard."

"Um--"

Looking for

Ten years later, Ling Tianfeng is about to leave the customs.

"Finally, I can leave this blood pool again." Ling Tianfeng supported her body panting. For three years, she had been constantly fighting with her mirror image in this blood pool, which made her very weak.

"Take me, take me—a very thin, ethereal voice.

"Who, who is talking." Ling Tianfeng looked around weakly, but saw nothing.

"It's me, I'm where you can't see."

"I, where I can't see?" Ling Tianfeng closed his eyes lightly, trying to find the talking thing.

"Hold out your hand, I'll come to you."

Ling Tianfeng stretched out his hand, and the moment the thing found her, he grabbed it.

"Mask." Ling Tianfeng looked at the thing in his hand, "What are you doing?"

"You won't show your peach hair in the pool of blood, but maybe outside, don't forget 'Peach hair, the enemy of the world', wear it, it will cover it."

"That person with the same name as me is so sweet." Tianfeng still put it on, in order to reduce unnecessary troubles, thinking: Why does my hair turn peach pink after retreating?

After Ling Tianfeng left.

"It's the sixth time, Soul of War, go take revenge, take revenge, and you won't fall into the endless cycle of life and death." Taohuayuan is still worried.

"Jiuchen, you are sure you don't need to give her the memories of her previous life, she is your own sister!"

"I want to, too, but I still can't. By the way, her favorite cat in the past, have you resurrected?"

"Linglong is resurrected, and Liushui is almost healed, just a little bit. I hope that in this life, I don't die for it."

"However, she is still the same. After all, no matter how her personality changes, only her heart remains unchanged."

"Hmm-pooh--" Master didn't know why, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Liushui, can't you resurrect?"

"what."

"Huang Le, don't worry about it. I tried it, but Liushui lost a piece of soul, which can't be recovered. In addition, the soul is out of the gate, get out quickly!"

"Yes, my lord.