Chapter 24: Name

These red-winged, black-winged butterflies did not actively attack the monks.
They fall lightly on the branches, fall on the flowers, fall in the snow, and occasionally approach the monks. If they are driven away, they will leave with timidity. It looks like the most common butterfly, fragile and beautiful.
The monks warned and found that there was no danger and slowly relaxed.
A butterfly fluttered on the ink lotus flower umbrella on the top of the head, and he did not find it. The poplar ash, which was seven or eight meters away, shrank and hurried back.
However, there is a personal speed, Fang Tian paintings such as cold flashes, red-winged black-winged butterflies are instantly divided, broken and falling ground.
Yin looked down and saw that the dead butterfly had no abnormalities.
The Beifeng monk with a long sword said: "Don't panic, these butterflies don't have attack power, and they can be wiped out casually." At his feet, the body of a butterfly was scattered in a mess.
There are also a few monks tempted to shoot, and nothing happened.
It seems that there is a false alarm.
Yin's brows are tightly locked and whispered to the Yang ash flue: "Don't relax your vigilance."
Yang ash cigarette dagger: "Do you take out the building treasure?"
Yin was thinking for a moment and shook his head: "No, the trees in this place are too dense, the construction area is not enough, and the space inside the pavilion is too small to accommodate more than 100 monks. If we only enter the shelter ourselves, we will be resentful by others. ""
The human heart is like this. It is not a last resort, and Yin does not want to live more than right. Moreover, he already has the defensive cover of the oil paper umbrella, enough to deal with the general attack.
When the night comes, this area illuminates a colorful defensive hood, and each defensive hood protects a monk. In human consciousness, the night is always more dangerous than during the day. In order to avoid being attacked, you can no longer pity the spiritual power.
Can not bleed, equivalent to not being hurt a little, this taboo is a bit harsh.
Qing Xiu Nun Xiu and middle-aged women whispered: "If you come in a small day, is it bloody?"
A few men on the side of the head turned to a light cough, as if they did not hear.
This night, there was a shocking past.
For the next four days, it was such a journey, walking a short one-kilometer road, and then rested for a whole day. In Yin Er and Feng Qingpeng’s ear, all the monks kept in mind three taboos, being cautious and not in any accident.
The monks gradually became accustomed to the butterflies that follow the shadows, as long as they don't touch themselves. Occasionally, a monk is bitten by a cabbage worm, leaving a few red and swollen packets, but there is no such thing as poisoning.
If anything is not normal, it is that the temper of the monks is becoming more and more violent, and the number of squabbles between them is increasing. Even several times, they almost smashed the magic weapon.
Everyone is a Jindan period monk, and the state of mind is very high, not an impulsive person. Everyone knows that this phenomenon is not normal, and warned against it, we must restrain the impetuousness of the heart.
However, knowing is one thing, and actually it is another. When emotions are overwhelming, it is useless to say anything.
Yang Shiyan looked at the seven or eight butterflies around him, and then looked at the sporadic one or two around them. It was a bit strange: "Master, the butterfly around the slave seems to be particularly rich?"
Yin Li looked up from the book and smiled: "We are so beautiful as flowers, so we are so attracted to the butterfly."
Yang gray smoke, a small face instantly pink pink, the body twisted: "The owner will say good words, slaves." Do not say, my heart is used very much.
On the opposite side, Feng Qingpeng saw the acidity of his teeth. These days he had already learned how to get along with the servant who was sweet and dead. I glanced at the golden-winged bird that was hiding on the branch and refused to come down. I felt that I was abandoned and lonely.
Good brothers are ostriches for four days, and Grandpa Peng feels that he is almost bald. In the next few days, it decided to keep a safe distance from him.
Feng Qingpeng’s heart was uncomfortable, and he couldn’t help but want to raise the fire and burn it. The yin test was awkward:
Six Highness, since you are so fond of him, why not give him a name?

Yang Shiyan is how to be favored, that is, a low-lying male pet. Do you really love someone, will you be willing to suffer this kind of grievance?
The master servant who was whispering a glimpse, and looked back at him with surprise. This is not like the words that will appear in Feng Qingpeng, the steel straight man.
Yin Li thought thoughtfully: "Under the Great Hall, can you finally control the evil inside?"
Feng Qingpeng suddenly awake, shy face, can not wait to hit the tree with his head, he just said something damn!
His dark and depressed autistic reflection went, but Yang Shiyan seemed to be touched by his words, and his resentment looked at his master: "Speaking, for so many years, the owner has never said that he wants to give a slave a name!"
At the beginning, he really felt that it was enough to get the owner's favor as long as he climbed the master's bed, but gradually, he was no longer satisfied with it, and greedy wanted more.
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Yin was a bit embarrassed and had to admit that he was too slow in terms of feelings. He was not as sentimental as his own little boy: "Is our current relationship not very stable?"
Yang gray smoke looked sobbed, and looked at his master poorly.
Realizing that he said something wrong, Yin quickly changed his mouth: "Then the master servant contract was lifted. This contract should be solved in the early years, but I have always forgotten it."
Yang gray smoke heard, like wearing a sharp arrow, Xizi heart-like sadness: "Master, you will not mention the Taoist contract, but now it is... even the master servant contract will be lifted, you are even Do you want to leave a slave to you?"
He was crying and panicked, and Yin quickly explained: "You also know that my life span is only three hundred years old. My Xiyin royal family's doctrine contract is different from that of other places. Once formed, it is the same life. How can you accompany me to funeral when you are very happy?"
Yang gray smoke, regardless of the small boxing fist, his chest: "You have always been this excuse, the slave has been tired of listening! Today, if you can no longer give the slave a word, slaves... slaves..."
He gave full play to the method of crying, screaming, and hanging up a white thick band to hang on the tree: "The slave will die in front of you!"
Yin Li quickly stopped: "Don't be impulsive, I promise you, I will rely on you, Xiao Zu Zong!"
Yang gray smoke instantly burst into laughter, changing face speed is extremely fast: "Really? The master really promised to form a Taoist with me?"
Afraid of Yin’s waking and remorse, he continued to force marriage:
When? Going back to the ceremony?

Yin Li is both good and funny: "Yes, go back and let Qin Tianjian choose Huang Daoji."
Yang Ashyan wants to let his own master make a vow, but if you think about it and don't want it, stick out your little finger and hook it: "The hook, the person who lie is going to swallow a thousand needles... No, eat a thousand sours. Grapes." The master hated sour grapes, hehe.
Was pulled by his own little boy, and Yin was helpless with a hint of favor.
Think carefully, if this time you can really get the fairy sect, let it recognize yourself as the main, maybe you can really change your life and cultivation.
By that time, it was reasonable to hold a grand ceremony.
It was not until the dawn that Yin’s reason for leaving the house for a long time finally returned home. Looking back at all the things that happened last night, I finally noticed something wrong.
A slap in the face, helpless sigh. He also said that Feng Qingpeng could not control himself. He did not control himself.
Look at the red-haired little boy who is full of joy.
Well, his weak reason will never come back, and I am afraid I will completely release myself in the future...
On the fifth day, they encountered more than a dozen bodies on the road, and could not see the original appearance. A group of red-grained, black-winged butterflies slammed on the body, as if they had encountered food.
The bodies were flattened at a speed visible to the naked eye, as the flesh and blood inside was gradually sucked away, leaving only a layer of skin.
Yin away from the dignified road: "Can not bleed, it turned out to mean this."
Once the wound bleeds, these butterflies will flood like a bone, until all the flesh and blood are drained.
Yang Shiyan has no feelings about this scene, just wondering: "Why are these people in front of us?"
Yin Lidao said: "There are two possibilities. One is that we are too slow. Those who follow behind can't wait, and take the other way and get to our front. The second is that the array is changing every day. Our position is also changing. These people don't understand, they have long lost their way, and the mistakes will appear in front of us."
No matter what the possibility, there is one thing. If there is no such guide, they will be like these people. They inadvertently touched the murder in the defensive squad, and died without a burial place.
Yang gray smoke suddenly felt a pain on the left cheek, subconsciously stretched out a hand, sticky greasy pus paste a hand.
Looking down, I feel sick. The body of the cabbage caterpillar is so ugly.
Yin looked away from the concern: "What happened?"
"Nothing."
Yang ash smoked his hand and smashed his hand. He quickly took out his handkerchief and wiped his face. How can he make his own peerless appearance suffer from the slightest damage in front of his master. He is a man who eats by his face.
Yin stared at him, and his heart was uneasily uneasy. He comforted himself. The monks who had been bitten by the cabbage worms were fine. Presumably, the worm had no lethality.
However, is it really common for the Jindan monk to unknowingly bet the bitten bug?
On the night of the tenth day, his uneasiness became a reality. There were thirty or forty Beifeng monks in the continuation of the coma. They were unconscious for no reason. Some of them were still chatting with people for a second. If they didn’t finish the sentence, they fell.
Yin Li has not figured out the cause and effect, and the Yang gray smoke around him has fallen.