Chapter 115 Red apricot thoughts
This group of thieves respect Yin Xian as an elf in the demon world. From then on, they have practiced the underworld magic skills in the magic cave.
Feng Motou recorded the hundred characters of the birth of this group of thieves in a book and handed them to Yin Xian to have a look at them one by one. According to the records of the treasures of the Underworld, he assigned different flower magic skills to people on different birthdays to practice separately.
Yin Xian distributed some of the copied paper to twelve flower cultivation methods to people on different birthdays. He practiced magic skills in different categories. He tutored these guys to practice magic skills in the magic cave.
Lan Huji took a few pieces of paper and opened it. On the first page, it read: "Red Apricot Yousi", and she then looked down.
A red apricot came out of the wall, the pollen was flying, the green poplar smoke was cold at the beginning of the dawn, and the spring breeze smiled endlessly.
The lonely shadow alone is thin and red and shy, the shallow stamens and fragrant butterflies have not swam, the forest is empty, the clouds and the sky are sad, and no one is looking at the live color and fragrant.
Lan Huji looked at the scenery in the poem, which was as appropriate as writing her own experience.
A red apricot comes out of the wall, the red apricot is beautiful, and the flying branch pulls out of the wall.
The pollen is flying and flowing, the pollen is fragrant, scattered ** fragrant, and there is mercy everywhere.
The green poplar smoke wave is at the beginning of the cold, the green poplar smoke wave is beautiful, and the youth encounters a cold current. Unconsciously stepping into the devil's path, it is the beginning of the cold!
Chaos towards the spring breeze, it is the flowers and branches that tremble, offer charm and color, and laugh endlessly!
The lonely shadow alone is thin red and shy. After the hustle and bustle, the lonely shadow is alone. Alone in the room, I can only take care of the shadow's self-pity and sigh that the beauty is thin. Isn't it thin red shame!
The shallow buds with fragrant butterflies have not swam, revealing delicate and fragrant buds. Unfortunately, the favorite butterfly has not flown into the spres. As soon as the powder is collected, the kiss is fragrant, and the apricot blossoms have withered!
The sky is in the sky, the clouds are sad, the barren mountains are forested, and there is no scenery. Looking up at the clouds in the sky in the sky, the sad wind is sad, and the cold is roaring.
No one looks at the lively fragrance, the lively fragrance and delicate appearance, and the beauty is beautiful, but she has fallen into the career of a thief. She has no pity and love. No one looks at her, and she has become a remnant flower and willow, and no one cares about it!
"Red apricot thoughts" - this poem is a self-portrait! It's a beautiful portrayal, as if it's tailor-made for yourself. There is no moisture at all. Is this love? The senior master found such a wind-sling woman in advance to fulfill a fantasy dream thousands of years later. Whether it is a coincidence or customization, no one can find out the secret.
Lan Huji, a woman with a very high IQ, is also a red apricot poem for her own specific work. She has long understood it. From then on, she has devoted herself to this poem and studied the magic skills of apricot flowers.
Lanhu Ji Ling realized the essence of the inside, mastered the key points in the poem, analyzed the essence, and was proficient in the meaning of the poem. She had a deep insight and rich imagination.
Lan Huji studied the magic skill of apricot blossoms. Three months later, she took an apricot flower in her hand and walked out of the magic cave to a cliff wilderness to conduct a devil test to see what kind of situation this skill could reach.
The blue fox girl's mouth moved, and she read the apricot * formula, "The apricot appears to the devil, and apricot flower blooms. Please come out of the devil rain to be fierce and kill everything and dissipate."
After reading, Lan Fox Ji raised her hand and threw out apricot blossoms, "Wow!" It fell under a broken end, fell straight down into the stream, and then a red light flashed.
"Pong!" Peng!" " Peng!" There were violent explosions one after another, resounding outside the clouds, shaking the sky, and the Qinling Mountains shook, as if there was an earthquake.
"Wo!" Countless rock fragments burst apart and burst straight to the bottom of the stream...
"Wow!" A branch of apricot flower rushed up the stream and circled the falling rock. It was invisible in an instant. I don't know where it went!
Lan Huji stretched out her jade finger and gently moved, and a branch of apricot blossoms flew on the palm of Lanhuji's heart.
In an instant, after a burst of sound on the cliff, the mountain was extremely quiet, and the birds did not sing and the beasts did not howle. It seemed that the birds and beasts in the mountain were scared to hear the sound and fled one by one, and they had already fled...
A group of demons, hearing the sound of the play, all looked flustered and frightened.
"Da!" "Da!" " "Da!" A sound of footsteps sounded, and then ran to the cliff to find out what was going on. There was such a big noise. I don't know what it was doing?
Lan Huji ran over and greeted her. She stretched out her hand to stop her, with a charming look on her face. She smiled and said, "Brother, sister, this is very beautiful! The senior sister is alone, practicing the magic skill of apricot flowers. The power of flying apricot cutting rock is really amazing. She bursts the rocks, rumbles and rolls down. The flowers circle and put the rocks into the stamens. The flying flowers attack once, accelerating the increasing magic. Gradually, the energy becomes infinite. Everyone doesn't have to be surprised. Everyone returns. Go ahead!"
When these demons heard this, they turned around and went back to the magic cave!
Lan Huji was overjoyed. As soon as she saw that she had worked hard for three months, she finally became apricot flower magic skill. She hid a branch of apricot flower in her clothes and walked to the magic cave.
One day, the blue fox Jiyi went down the mountain to travel around the world to receive disciples and create an apricot flower door. She took a branch of apricot flowers and went down the mountain!
Lan Huji's home in Tongcheng, Anhui Province, decided to go back to her hometown to have a look. When she was a girl in the flower season, she was kidnapped and sold into the yard by gangsters and was spoiled by traffickers all the way.
Later, Lan Huji escaped from the memorial home alone and took refuge in the barren mountains and fields. In order to survive, she then fell into the thieves and became other people's venting dolls. This time, she went back to find revenge and kill the gangster who insulted her.
After entering the thief's nest, Lan Huji was also stained with banditry. She entered the magic cave and became a favorite girl. She also focused on a set of magic scriptures. She has gradually degenerated into a female demon.
Lan Huji and Yin Xian lingered for a night. Under the order of the "Taishang Demon King", she went down the mountain to collect apprentices and went out to explore the sound of the world at the same time.
First, go out of the mountain to avenge yourself. Second, go out to inquire about the situation in the martial arts, collect black and white information, so that the red flowers will go down the mountain to fight for the world, have a value orientation, grasp the trends of various factions in the world, and provide effective support for the start of the war in the Central Plains.
Lanhu Jifang is 23 years old. She is a beautiful young woman. Once dressed up, she is still an 18-year-old girl.
Lanhuji took a branch of apricot flowers on her body and walked down the mountain. After a journey, she came to Tongcheng, Anhui Province.
After Lan Huji entered the city, Fang Shi felt hungry and walked around the street. She found a "Wanxiang Qinxin" restaurant. She raised her legs and stepped into the door and walked straight to the counter.
There is a young man standing in the counter of the restaurant, about thirty years old. His face is tired, as if he has not woken up, and he is still yawning and stretching! When I saw that there was a sense of book on my body, I always bothered to stay up late. It was because I studied hard, and obviously I didn't sleep well.