The flowers are full of shadows and the grass is green.

The fragrant and beautiful flower paths at the beginning seemed to have turned into a battlefield full of swords and iron horses, full of corpses and murderous auras.

Grass is a sharp sword, and flowers are a strong shield.

These grasses and flowers were not moving. They were still there, but they gave people a feeling of dizziness and dizziness.

The little old man was facing Su Weiyun, but at this moment, he had already arrived behind Su Weiyun without realizing it, blocking his origin.

"The flowers and trees are spiritual, and they can help me." He smiled softly and said, "No matter who you see this Wanhua Formation for the first time, you will inevitably lose your mind for a while. It seems that you are no exception."

Su Weiyun was not panicked, but asked strangely: "Why did you attack me? Do you really want Gong Jiu to kill me?"

The little old man said, "The hatred between you and me has been defeated long ago, why do you have to say more?"

Su Weiyun shook her head and said, "You are a hero, not a hero. You are not the kind of person who will provoke great enemies for the sake of grudges ten years ago."

The little old man laughed and said, "I didn't mess with you, you were just here to mess with me. I stayed on the Wuming Island, cut flowers and planted grass, and you visited for no reason, why?"

Su Weiyun said: "I was immersed in my heart and didn't know the way back, so I accidentally entered the depths of the lotus flowers."

The little old man laughed and said, "Fighting for ferry, fighting for ferry, shocking a bunch of gulls and herons!"

After he said that, he waved the flower cut in his hand, and indeed a piece of gull and heron suddenly became shocked.

However, this "gulls and herons" are composed of strange flowers of various colors. In an instant, they are like colorful butterflies flying, dancing in the sky, and they are cut towards Su Weiyun.

If the internal strength reaches a deep level, picking flowers and leaves can hurt people.

Of course, the old man's realm has arrived long ago.

If these flowers and plants touch their bodies, they will definitely end up with skin and flesh blooming and blood flowing.

Su Weiyun smiled, stretched out her left hand, and gently picked a golden autumn chrysanthemum from the flowers, and emerged intact with leaves and stems.

"Since you no longer show off your secrets, I have to offer my ugly words."

Su Weiyun held the chrysanthemum in his hand, but instead advanced, facing the blade-like petals in the air.

The little old man said nothing, but waved his left sleeves with a wave of his robe, blowing the wind and pressing it down in the air.

The petals fell from the branches like jade chips, but they looked messy, slid like a storm common on the sea, and Su Weiyun was the center of the storm.

The west wind is sweeping, and the grass is like black clouds, rushing, even compared to the dense rain of arrows, making it difficult to resist.

And at this moment, a sound sounded in the "storm".

"The flowers bloom and the flowers are not blooming, and the sparse fence is not poor. I would rather die by holding the fragrance on the branches, so that I will never blow down the north wind."

A golden autumn chrysanthemum first stretched out from the chaotic flowers and the sensation of herbs, and then drew a large circle in the air. The petals actually moved with the wind to avoid the side.

In the big circle, a figure walked out and smiled and said, "The flowers and trees are indeed spiritual. It seems that this autumn chrysanthemum is helping me and will not help you."

The little old man raised the flower cutters and said calmly: "If you don't help me, what's the point of keeping it?"

As soon as he made progress, the petals around him whirled by the wind of his clothes, and changed again. The flower cutters also attacked like thunder in a very fast moment!

Flower cutters are also a weapon. When they reach the realm of a young man, they no longer stick to the shape of weapons. They have long been based on the heart.

call!

Su Weiyun still did not retreat, but handed out the chrysanthemum in her left hand and pressed it against the tip of the flower cutter.

The tips are slightly apart, and the fragile branches are exposed under the double edges of the scissors.

As long as the little old man exerts a light force, he can cut off the autumn chrysanthemum.

But he stopped moving.

The two stood opposite each other, each flower and cut, as if they had frozen.

The petals around them fell on both sides, and this time they did not hurt anyone.

Su Weiyun looked at the autumn chrysanthemum with pity on her face and said, "It seems that you still can't bear to cut this spiritual autumn chrysanthemum."

The little old man nodded slowly and said, "Yes, autumn flowers are not easy to grow, so how can I bear to cut them?"

Su Weiyun said: "Then please get out of the way."

The little old man took back the flower cuts and silently made a way out, saying, "I will let someone prepare the boat, and I will wait for lunch before leaving."

Su Weiyun did not refuse and said frankly: "The master has invited me, but I dare not dislike you."

All the flowers are falling.

The wind is warm.

Petals of various colors paved a soft road on the bluestone path. The two of them stepped on the road and walked out.

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noon.

The sun is shining and cloudless.

The little old man was still laughing. He seemed to have forgotten all the unpleasant things that happened before, and really gave Su Weiyun a gift to him.

"Xia Su, although we are located in a remote place, there are everything. If you have any requests, just ask them."

The longest exquisite silver table is placed inside, and the other long tables are arranged downwards and four more places are placed.

One of the long tables was placed in front of the little old man. The little old man was not in the main seat, but sat in the seat in the left head.

After giving in moderation, Su Weiyun deliberately sat in the guest seat at the last place on the right.

Before the official banquet was officially opened, a group of people were already busy.

Because the little old man said: "In history, the most honorable guest on our unknown island has arrived."

No one dared to neglect. Some of the maids fanned Su Weiyun, some brought fruit plates, and some pinched shoulders and backs next to them.

Instead, I sat down to the old man's side, and it was empty and no one greeted me.

Su Weiyun still held the autumn chrysanthemum in her hand and smiled and said, "Since I am the most honorable guest, I should treat me the way you treat the old man."

The maids looked at the old man, and the old man smiled and said, "You should indeed treat him in the way you treat me. Because we are the same type of people."

So when the maids heard this, they all retreated and stood on one side.

"Everyone is going to?"

Suddenly, a cold and graceful woman's voice came from outside the door.

Su Weiyun looked over and saw a stunning woman standing outside the door.

Her figure has a very soft line, with black hair, long and beautiful appearance, and her face is obvious. Her cat-like eyes flashed with green light like sea water, looking cold and smart.

But she also had an indescribable sense of laziness, and she seemed to have been tired of life for a long time.

Such a beauty looks very cold, as far away as the sea.

You are clearly in front of her, but it seems like there is an iceberg across it.

She repeated her words again: "Does everyone treat you the way they treat you?"

She asked the old man.

The old man showed a gentle smile on his face, as if he admired and loved the beauty very much, and said, "I can't make a decision."

"Who can make the decision?"

"Shaman's business is of course Shaman."

It turns out that her name is Shaman.

After hearing this, Shaman stepped into the threshold and sat in the last seat, next to the old man, meeting Su Weiyun, not far away.

When she saw Su Weiyun, she didn't say hello, but looked at Su Weiyun, lowered her head and fiddled with her slender fingers.

There were three seats in five empty seats.
Chapter completed!