Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty: You Can Know Flowers Are Passionate

The next day was a rare sunny day, hardly a single cloud could be seen in the blue sky, as if all the haze had been swept away. Since entering Korea, this land has been rainy and rainy.Seeing the sun for the first time, everyone's mood is much brighter.In such pure and transparent sunlight, nothing is worth worrying about. Although the whole country is in the flames of war, the city of Pyongyang is peaceful.Under the protection of the Four Heavens Holy Formation and Huayin Pavilion, this is an eternal and immortal city.At least, that's what the people in the city think. However, their cognition turned into ashes at this time.When the sun is at its brightest.

The banner was quietly raised on the plain south of Pyongyang.It was a huge flag with a bright red sun painted on it, and it was still clearly visible on the head of Pyongyang City even though it was several miles away. Behind the banner, there are countless soldiers in bright armor, moving slowly with neat steps.Tens of thousands of soldiers did not even make a single noise. Slowly, three miles away from Pyongyang, the team stopped.The flag was slowly erected, and the sun on the flag seemed to be able to really shine, scorching the land thousands of miles away. The banners drew a clear line, and behind the line was a hundred thousand troops.Before the line, there was only one person sitting upright.

Snow-white clothes surround his slender, ethereal figure, and the majestic high crown on his head is like a brush of wild grass, standing steeply in the center of the colorful lights and red sun.The hunting wind blew his sleeves, pulling off the snow-white tassels that were more than two feet long.He is like another banner, white and dazzling. He looked up at the majestic Pyongyang City, with a smile on his lips. Beside him, countless flowers are blooming, making him graceful like Shura among the attendants of the Fragrance Kingdom. He is waiting, waiting for the city of Pyongyang to open.

The city of Pyongyang opened. Zhuo Wangsun went straight to the banner. Among thousands of flowers, he slowly sat down in front of the snow-white Shura, smiling slightly. "What's the matter with you?" Abe's eye-catching and slender eyebrows twitched, and he smiled slowly. "I will lead an army of 100,000, and I will share the reward with Mr. Zhuo." He waved his hands, and his long sleeves fluttered in the hunting wind: "The blessings of the heavens of Huayin Pavilion and the Holy Formation of the Four Heavens have made this city an impenetrable city. However, Brahma, the creator of the world, once said that there is nothing are eternal, so I brought them.

Behind the huge sun banner, hundreds of black chariots slowly rolled out.There is a huge iron cannon on the car.Abe said calmly, "The four-day holy formation cannot be resisted by manpower. It is almost impossible to crack this formation. But what if three hundred cannons are used to blast a way?" He shook the folding fan in his hand: "That is undoubtedly the most unsightly thing, clumsy and clumsy. But it is only effective. With clumsiness breaking cleverness, the most exquisite formation in the world will be wiped out." Slowly, he raised his sleeves, like a white crane spreading its wings under the blue sky, and bowed to Zhuo Wangsun: "At that time, the most brilliant fireworks will bloom here."

Zhuo Wangsun could not deny this.Although the Four Heavens Holy Formation is wonderful in the world, it was originally set up for people in the martial arts world, and it is not suitable for a battlefield where tens of thousands of people are at every turn.The giant cannon brought by Abe Jingming was made by the Red Hair Country. It is very powerful. Three hundred cannons fired together can indeed blast a smooth path in the Four Heavens Holy Formation. Only the power of the enemy country can realize this cracking method. Unfortunately, this is not Huayin Pavilion.If it is in Huayin Pavilion, the possibility of the three hundred cannons gathering together due to the continuous mountains and winding rivers is zero.

Zhuo Wangsun smiled faintly: "What's the matter with you here?" Abe stared at him brightly.Zhuo Wangsun's calmness was unexpected.Could it be that there is some murderous intent hidden in the Four Heavens Holy Formation, which cannot be conquered even by three hundred cannons? That's impossible. He said leisurely: "I came here just to taste another wonderful way of the Land of the Rising Sun with Mr. Zhuo." "ikebana." He smiled, and picked up a peach blossom casually: "In terms of the beauty of silence, what else can compare to flowers? It is so gorgeous and bright, frozen in the most fragile petals, it is really fascinating... especially After being broken, it is obviously dead, but it still maintains a blooming posture. The flower at that time must have been in pain, but it bloomed from pain into such beauty."

"After seeing Mr. Zhuo's unique tea ceremony, I am very much looking forward to Mr. Zhuo's flower arrangement. I wonder if Mr. Zhuo can open my eyes?" The feather fan shook slowly, and his slender eyes stared at Zhuo Wangsun. Zhuo Wangsun also stared at him. One hundred thousand troops, three hundred cannons, soldiers approaching the city, feather fans and scarves.But just to put a vase of flowers? "it is good." Abe Jingming bent down and bowed respectfully. "Thank you." His figure, like a pile of snow, suddenly stopped. Completely fell into silence.The wind was still blowing, and the first inch of the skirt of his body showed ripples in the wind, but remained motionless, condensing into a statue of snow.

Zhuo Wangsun also remained motionless. But it seems to be changing.His clothes are moving, his expression is moving, his demeanor is moving. These two people seem to be the most stark contrast in the world. Although they maintain the same posture, they are completely different. The huge colorful banners and red sun suddenly brightened up. It seemed that they were also affected by the invisible murderous aura emanating from the two of them. That is the image of complete silence. Countless butterflies flew from the sky, circling around the two of them.There were more and more butterflies, like colorful wind, flowing past the two of them.Abe raised his eyebrows brightly.

The butterfly suddenly shattered like rain and rushed towards Zhuo Wangsun.Thousands of butterfly shadows immediately smashed the sunlight.The butterflies are ordinary butterflies, and there is no difference, but there is a glimmer of light on their wings.Obviously, as long as you get even the slightest bit of contact with them, you will be seriously injured.And the butterfly shadows cover the sky and cover the sky, waving the supreme beauty of Avalokitesvara with thousands of arms. Zhuo Wangsun smiled slightly and reached out to pick up a crystal bottle. He held the rim of the bottle with two fingers, and stood up the crystal bottle in front of him.This posture was extremely flat, without the slightest murderous intent, just as if a breeze was blowing, but the flying butterfly shadow suddenly split into two groups, brushing Zhuo Wangsun's green clothes and flying over.

As soon as Dazhuo Wangsun died, the life of these butterflies seemed to be lost immediately, and their colorful bodies turned pale in an instant, and slowly drifted down with the wind. Like a dead snow. Zhuo Wangsun said indifferently: "Master Guan Bai's shikigami technique is really miraculous." Abe said clearly: "Sir, you should stay the same and respond to all changes, and this technique breaks the law, and I am convinced." He glanced at the crystal vase in Zhuo Wangsun's hand and smiled: "In the way of flower arrangement, although the flower is the main body, the flower vessel is also the key. The flower vessel chosen by Mr. Zhuo is not carved, but the material is excellent. Carved out of South China Sea crystal, the whole body is crystal clear. It can be seen that the intention is lofty, and I am waiting for the time to open my eyes." He waved his hand: "In order to see Mr. Zhuo's handwriting, I use shikigami techniques to urge the gods of flowers from the ten directions to come down, so that all the flowers of the four seasons and ten thousand directions will bloom at this time and this place. Please choose whatever flowers Mr. Zhuo wants." .” Zhuo Wangsun looked around, and sure enough, where the dead butterfly fell, the ground had turned into a sea of ​​flowers.This sea of ​​flowers is full of beautiful things in eyes and has everything that one expects to find.Peach blossoms in spring, lotus in summer, chrysanthemums in autumn, and plums in winter all bloom at the same time.Some flowers are exotic and rare, and they bloom together at this time. With a thought in his heart, he picked up a branch and inserted it into the crystal bottle. Abe Jingming said: "The flower of Youtan. "It is said that this flower only blooms at night, and it blooms and fades immediately. It is only a momentary flower. But because its life is so short, it can bloom with a very desolate beauty. Mr. Zhuo mainly uses this flower, and I am deeply impressed." His slender eyes glanced at Zhuo Wangsun sideways, and he said leisurely: "As the saying goes, the way of flowers is the way of heart. Does Mr. Zhuo also have a Utama flower in his heart? "Some flowers hurt people with stabbing, and some flowers hurt people with poison, but this flower hurts people with heart. It takes a lifetime to wait for her blooming. But it only takes a moment to miss it. Let people think about it. I can't help but feel sad. Who is she waiting for a short flowering season for a long time? "Is it just for the sadness of those who watch the flowers, or for encountering the only legend in life?" Zhuo Wangsun's hand trembled suddenly. legend.These two words were like needles, piercing his heart. Was there really a flower of Youtan that bloomed in his life?Did he ever accidentally walk into a legend in a misty moment?Was it that when he left, this legend was frozen into a yellowing page, and that Utan withered and turned into ashes from then on? Is it all because of him? With a serious eyebrow, he inserted the flower into the crystal vase. But at this moment, the blade flashed. Abe Jingming sat still, but raised his sleeves slightly.The sharp blade light, like a monster suddenly summoned from hell, with a sharp hiss, rushed towards Zhuo Wangsun. Zhuo Wangsun only has one euphyllum in his hand. His fingers move. You Epiphyllum wafted a touch of brilliance.The petals resisted the knife light. The knife light was withdrawn suddenly, sinking into Abe's eye-catching sleeve. Abe Jingming said with a faint smile: "Sure enough, it is not easy to kill Mr. Zhuo." "The sword of my body is like the body of a Buddha king. It is indestructible. It can't break the flower in Mr. Zhuo's hand." He shot decisively and quickly.Even if it is a fierce killing move, he is extremely calm, and he doesn't feel ashamed when he fails in a sneak attack, and he doesn't linger in his arms.No matter how despicable and shameless things are, they become extremely elegant when he does them. "It's just that Utama is gone." He sighed. This momentary flower begins to wither as it blooms.After just a moment's delay, its beauty began to fade rapidly, turning into dust. Zhuo Wangsun held the defeated flower and remained silent for a long time. Abe's eyes caught his gaze, and he said leisurely: "Flowers fade, for those who see flowers, it's just a little melancholy in their hearts. Every year, there will be other flowers blooming. But this Utan is for this time It took a lifetime to meet. How unfair it is." Zhuo Wangsun's eyebrows moved, and the frosty color seemed to be a little moved. Abe Jingming smiled slightly: "I don't know, at the end of the legend, did you abandon her, or did she abandon you?" Zhuo Wangsun raised his head suddenly, his eyes had become stern. Abe Jingming only felt a throbbing in his heart, and Zhuo Wangsun's gaze made him have the urge to back away!He was extremely shocked, but he recovered immediately, and said with a smile: "I'm talking about this euphyllum, but Mr. Zhuo thinks too much." The feather fan shook lightly: "Mr. Zhuo, please choose flowers again." Zhuo Wangsun pondered. This is obviously not an ordinary flower arrangement, but the way of heaven and man. Abe's eyes are provoking his love between heaven and man.This is a dangerous game. I just don't know if Abe Jingming has the capital to play this game. He smiled slowly. This time, he brought up a bouquet of irises. White irises, painted with light yellow patterns in the middle, dotted with thin spots, branched in threes and threes.Simple and neat, weak and beautiful.The statue of the glazed goddess that seems to be shattered at any time. When holding it in the hands of Zhuo Wangsun, he also had to be very careful not to break this infinitely delicate beauty. The murderous aura surged up like a mad dragon, making the bright sun darken.Zhuo Wangsun's figure is still sitting upright, but his back seems to be integrated with the blue sky, overlooking the vast land proudly. Abe's eyes were bright and he moved. The red sun painted on the banner behind him blazed fiercely. One true and one false, two scorching suns face each other fiercely across the world of mortals. In the scorching sun, the bunch of iris is like a weak tear in the world of mortals, and anyone who sees it can't help but feel heartbroken.The iris slowly draws an exquisite arc and stretches forward. Abe's bright face was unprecedentedly solemn. "The sword of the heart." He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and a quiet and soft radiance appeared on his face.But his brows suddenly stood up, and at that moment, they were as fierce as Shura. Just like the ancient Buddha in Yousi Temple, showing compassion and anger at the same time. Two completely different strengths, one strong and the other soft, like the pulsating waves in the sea, one left and one right, struck Zhuo Wangsun like lightning. Zhuo Wangsun remained motionless. Iris swayed slightly, and greeted that soft force.At the same time, with a touch of his other hand, a bright red flower flew out from the sea of ​​flowers and held it in his hand.The stamen pointed horizontally and shot towards the fierce force. Abe Jingming let out a clear and long howl. Amidst the howling sound, a murderous aura pierced the air and pressed down on Zhuo Wangsun.This is the real killing. Zhuo Wangsun put his hands together suddenly. The two yin forces of rigidity and softness were suddenly brought together by him.Cha Cha stuck that murderous aura! Two bouquets of flowers turned into powder at the same time. Abe Jingming paled and staggered back.The high crown on his head was shattered by the power of the sword, and his long hair fell down, covering his entire face.As the long wind blew, his scattered skirts fluttered, and his long hair fluttered as well. He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. Blood, held in the hand.His fingers were pale, and the blood was bright red, and he stared at the blood in his hand.Laughed suddenly. "iris". "The flower of tranquility. Even the most careful care is not enough to protect her frailty. Even a slight change in the climate will cause her to die. There are blue and purple flowers of this kind. It is said that when some people see them, they will immediately die. I thought of the Rainbow Goddess. But Mr. Zhuo chose the white irises. Could it be her innocence that moved Mr. Zhuo?" He sat down slowly and put his hands on his chest.The blood from the palm of the hand was printed on the front of the skirt, as if another round of red sun had bloomed. "After losing her, will Mr. Zhuo never forget her?" Abe stared at Zhuo Wangsun's eyes clearly, and felt that the magic atmosphere was gathering little by little in his deep eyes. "Legends say that the most beautiful white iris grows on a mountain built of pure jade, and withers there. Mr. Zhuo defied the sky and built a mountain of pure jade for her in the past 16 years. After all, it is to preserve her beauty. Or do you just want to preserve the softness and purity in your heart, and fulfill your omnipotent myth? "Mr. Zhuo forcefully kept her by his side in order to make his heart feel better. Is it for protection or support? Is it love or selfishness?" Zhuo Wangsun's eyes were sharp and hardened. If he wants to court death, he doesn't mind fulfilling him! Abe Jingming laughed maniacally, blood spurted out again, and he stopped laughing suddenly. "However, what makes me feel the saddest is the third bunch of flowers. Does Mr. Zhuo remember what kind of flowers it is?" He stared at Zhuo Wangsun coldly. Zhuo Wangsun did not answer.Perhaps, it was because the sentence did not deserve his answer at all. Abe said calmly, "Begonia. "The red begonia flower. "I believe that when Mr. Zhuo chose this flower just now, he didn't think too much about it. I also didn't expect that the sword of my heart came so suddenly. Mr. Zhuo chose Begonia unintentionally to fight against the enemy, which is enough to show the importance of this flower in Mr.'s heart." Status. It is said that Mr. Zhuo once sent an entire fleet to send hundreds of crabapple plants to the sea, but the fairy trail was hard to find, and he never returned. What kind of flower is the crabapple in Mr. Zhuo's heart? "This flower, you chose to resist my sharpest sword, is it because she is stubborn, independent, and able to stand on her own, or is it because Mr. Zhuo is never afraid to hurt her?" Zhuo Wangsun was slightly taken aback. "Perhaps, she stabbed you with pride, and you have to use the same wound to retaliate. Only when she bows her head can she prove how important you are in her heart. Mr. Zhuo, she has the only pride in the world that can stand by your side, and it is you The only castle in the Empire of Flowers that has not been completely conquered. So, you let her be exposed to the sharpest edge of the sword, waiting for her to put down her dignity and ask for your protection, only in this way can you prove that she really loves you." Abe Jingming sighed softly: "Flowers are like people, you should explain your words. Mr. Zhuo, have you ever thought that when you hurt her, this crabapple will also cry? Or have you ever thought that when one day she If you decide to leave, even if you own the world, you will be powerless?" Zhuo Wangsun said sharply, "Shut up!" Abe stared straight at his anger, and there was a little sarcasm in his eyes: "Mr. Zhuo, who is omnipotent, do you know how cruel you are in front of this unattainable flower in the sky. Because she refused Letting go of your pride, looking up at you, relying on you, and begging you like a group of flowers, you feel unprecedented panic. Only by deliberately stabbing her and ignoring her can you prove that you really own her—how weak and sad it is.” Zhuo Wangsun's eyes burst out with fierce murderous intent: "Presumptuous!" Abe smiled and lowered his head, covered his face with his sleeve and said, "If you talk too much, you will lose it. It seems that I have lost my word." He picked up a crabapple and placed it horizontally in front of Zhuo Wangsun. "So, do you love her?" "You obviously don't want her to leave, but you let her go so easily because of that little point of pride, do you regret it?" He stared straight into Zhuo Wangsun's eyes, earnestly waiting for Zhuo Wangsun's answer. Zhuo Wangsun's face was frozen bit by bit. "I, for now, let you, finish." Abe sighed. "It seems that Mr. Zhuo has moved to kill. This is the last flower. "After this flower is inserted, my life will end. Mr. Zhuo allowed me to finish first, because Mr. Zhuo has already chosen the last flower in his heart. "She must be a lotus, a water-red lotus. "The lotus is like water, clean and holy. It is said that when the great god Brahma created the world, he was accompanied by a lotus platform; and when Shiva danced the dance of destroying the world, he also held a lotus in his hand. "The lotus can save the world, and it can also destroy the world. "There is one thing in many people's hearts that they cannot give up. I wonder if Mr. Zhuo has it? If so, is it this lotus?" He smiled: "Then, after failing Youtan, losing Iris, and misplacing Haitang, can Mr. Zhuo be willing to let her go?" He stood up slowly, and his snow-like white clothes bloomed in the sea of ​​flowers, flying with a peerless elegance.With light force, he tore open the skirt of his chest: "Can Mr. Zhuo be willing to let it be covered in blood?" His slender eyes stared at Zhuo Wangsun, full of sarcasm. As if he could see through his pain. Zhuo Wangsun's face turned cold, he held his hands, and a lotus flower appeared in his hands. "As you wish." The lotus stabbed straight forward. Abe Jingming: "Sword of Will!" Thousands of flowers all withered at this moment. The breathing of 100,000 people also stopped at this moment. When Zhuo Wangsun stabbed out with this sword, the vitality of the heaven and the earth seemed to be deprived, and all the gods and Buddhas showed sad faces, watching the sword. This sword is destined to become eternal calamity. Just like the arrow shot by the great god Shiva when he faced the Three Linked City. The smile on Abe's face was full of confidence. As if, he had predicted that his sword of will would definitely be able to block this blow! The lotus stopped suddenly. The dewdrops are still trembling on the petals. This flower has been embedded in Abe's bright body. The huge destructive force instantly deprived him of his vitality. The blood was like scattered butterflies, flying in the air, drawing a tragic arc, and falling one after another. This strike is much easier than the previous two strikes, so easy that even Zhuo Wangsun was surprised. He suddenly felt a little ominous, and suddenly raised his head. Broken stamens were sandwiched between bloody flowers, like a rain, Abe's bright face was hidden behind the rain curtain, and it was a little blurry. Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help but waved away the rain of flowers falling in the air, trying to see his face clearly. He couldn't help but startled. ——Then, it is lovesickness. Acacia?How could it be her? Xiangsi also looked at him, and there seemed to be a thousand words in her beautiful eyes. However, her life burned out in an instant, turning into a wisp of light green smoke, disappearing into the misty sunlight. Zhuo Wangsun let out a sharp whistle, but it got stuck in his throat. Time seemed to collapse at that moment, turning into ashes bit by bit, falling silently from his fingers. He used to think that he didn't care about her and could stay with her.But when he really lost her, his heart hurt so badly. He looked up, the sky was so blue, like a piece of transparent glass, so blue that it was unreal.He looked up at the sky quietly, as if looking up at the world for the first time in his life. It was the first time he saw the world clearly, but it was lost forever. Severe pain hit, almost unable to breathe. But woke up in an instant. Abe's bright eyes stared at him from afar, and his panic was reflected in the pupils full of sarcasm and sarcasm. "I specially prepared the illusion for you, do you like it?" Illusion, is it an illusion? Zhuo Wangsun closed his eyes suddenly, and the tension in his heart instantly relaxed. It's an illusion. He suddenly found that he was hugging a ball of light green clothes tightly, and there was a puddle of green blood in the clothes. Let go suddenly. The clothes are worn out on the ground.The pool of green blood can still feel a touch of warmth. "Mr. Zhuo must not have imagined that there is a magic drug hidden in the flowers of these flowers. It is this drug that makes these flowers mistakenly think that it is the season of flowering, so they are in full bloom. But no matter how small and magical the drug is, it cannot escape Mr. Zhuo The only way is to let Mr. Zhuo's mind not focus on it. "So, I said those things, you know, my shikigami can read people's hearts." Then, the flower shattered and the drug was scattered in the air.As long as a little bit is inhaled by Zhuo Wangsun, hallucinations will occur. This hallucination made Zhuo Wangsun mistakenly think that he had killed Acacia. But this illusion was so real, so real that Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help but believe it. This is not as simple as an illusion. Abe looked at the dress with clear eyes, and there was some sadness between his brows. "In the abandoned temple, Mr. Zhuo once used the drug to make a complete defeat. Here, please pay back." He bowed slightly, his disheveled hair and skirt fluttered in the wind. The drums of war were beating loudly, and one hundred thousand troops retreated in an orderly manner. "What exactly do you want?" Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help asking. Abe smiled silently. Zhuo Wangsun suddenly turned his head.