At first sight, Mu Changfeng almost laughed out loud. It turned out that the flower was not as colorful as he imagined, but an ordinary pure white flower.

It looks like a lily with seven petals, and the stamens are also pure white. There is no dazzling brilliance or fragrant fragrance. It seems that there is no moisture, and the petals are a little wilted.

Zhou Nianping saw Mu Changfeng's disappointment at first sight, coughed twice, deliberately hid the seven-colored flowers behind him, and smiled unpredictably, "It is said that people should not behave like appearance, and sea water should not be measured. By the same token, flowers should not behave like appearance. If you look at flowers in the crack of the door, you should not blame the small crack of the door, you should blame your eyes... Cough cough, your eyes are not good."

"I think," Mu Changfeng didn't want to laugh at first. When he saw Zhou Nianping deliberately showing off, he couldn't help laughing, "It's just a lily, wild, and was beaten by frost."

Zhou Nianping showed off, straightened his back, raised his head, and said as if he was a big bell, "This is what you are ignorant."

He seemed to dislike his low voice, coughed twice again, and tried to raise the sound to the highest level. "The seven-color flowers were carefully cultivated by the Wunu Gorge. When casting exorcist weapons, the seven-color flowers were put into the sword-casting furnace, and the spirit of the ghost-controlling spirit was transmitted into the weapons. The old grandmother's hand was a silver sword, which usually looked extremely ordinary. Once she encountered the ghost clan, the colorful light of the silver sword flowed, so this silver sword was also called the Tianhong Sword."

Mu Changfeng had never heard of this. If it were before, he would have said calmly that he didn't know. In order to show Zhou Nianping's power, he deliberately blinked his eyes and pretended to be innocent and ignorant. "It turns out that the weapon of Master Qin is the Tianhong Sword."

Zhou Nianping was proud and hummed twice, saying, "The Tianhong Sword comes out, Gui Wusheng Road. The old grandmother thinks this sword is too domineering and fierce, and has never been used since her debut. You don't know that it's understandable. It's just that you were born a few years later than me, and you haven't been to Wunu Gorge with your senior sister, you haven't drunk the old grandmother's tea, you have no time to wander around, and you haven't accidentally seen the sword."

Mu Changfeng said: "The flowers used to exorcism are actually essential materials for refining life-extension pills. It's really magical."

"Since ancient times, witches and doctors have not separated. Ghost exorcist, demon hunter, and exorcist are just branches of spiritual witches. The witches are the best among spiritual witches, the most wise witches, and are proficient in the most wise spiritual and medical skills." Zhou Nianping was stunned when he saw Mu Changfeng saying it, and his face was full of flowers, and his pride was even more obvious.

"Did you hear anything from my words? The spiritual power of the seven-color flower is hidden inside, and it will only overflow when it is contaminated with ghost energy. Take a look."

Zhou Nianping took out the seven-color flowers hidden behind him, and the petals had indeed turned into seven colors. Red, orange, red, green, blue, and purple, and there was a faint ray of light flowing."

Fang Zhiliang's voice came from outside the house: "Are you a peacock with open-faced clothes? What's the show? What's the beauty?"

"It's not true, this is a bad word." Zhou Nianping fought with Fang Zhiliang in full spirit. "The male peacock spread his tail to attract the female peacock. Now a big man is standing in front of me. My senior sister has bad intentions in her words. Are you disgusted?"

Fang Zhiliang shouted and said, "Are you fighting a cock? You will be excited when you have the opportunity to fight."

Zhou Nianping also said, "I am a cockfighting, I am a quail, I am a little cricket, and I am a little cucumber. No matter whether the bird or insects are coming to challenge, I will be confused by my fight."

Fang Zhiliang snorted, stopped the flag and drums, and no longer heard.

Mu Changfeng laughed in his heart, "What a Zhou Nianping, what a sharp mouth with iron teeth and bronze teeth."

"Little girl movies, chattering, I finally met a powerful one. I see what you still want to say." Zhou Nianping thrust his nose and returned to the topic.

"The seven-color flower of senior sister is of poor quality. The best seven-color flower should change color quickly when it was taken out, and it will be darker and more dazzling. This one with poor quality should be stimulated, and you can take a look."

As soon as Zhou Nianping finished speaking, he ran a few steps and kicked open the door.

The seven-colored flowers sensed the storm of ghost energy, and the color quickly became darker at a speed visible to the naked eye. The colorful light shone brightly, and Fang Zhiliang suddenly felt the scorching pain on his body, as if burned by the poisonous sunlight.

"You bastard, you are unwilling to forgive me. Take the opportunity to seek revenge, be careful that I will beat you up." Fang Zhiliang quickly flashed to the corner of the wall, angrily and shouted loudly.

Zhou Nianping smiled and stuck out his tongue, made another face, and shook his eyebrows, making him very funny.

Mu Changfeng was amused and cried, but also felt relieved.

Resentment is always a terrible poison, which can overflow with venom that a kind person has eroded. Family affection is always a good medicine for detoxification. For Zhou Nianping, the senior sister who meets again twenty years later is the best detoxification medicine.

Zhou Nianping is becoming more and more aware of the past. The child in Fang Zhiqiang's mouth who likes to play tricks but is purely kind is walking back to normal track bit by bit.

Mu Changfeng looked at Zhou Nianping, like looking at a piece of broken jade, pieced together bit by bit. Just a little thought, it can shine brightly and flawlessly.

Compared with him, Mu Changfeng felt a little ashamed and felt that he was clearly a stone that could only be seen. If the stone wanted to be dazzling, it required skilled craftsmen to think carefully, carefully and patiently, and finally be comparable to the beautiful jade.

This skilled craftsman is not someone else, he is himself. Zhou Nianping, who is gradually walking back to the right path, is more like a mirror, reflecting Mu Changfeng's shortcomings and deficiencies in all aspects.

There is no tiger in the mountains, and monkeys dominate the king. Grandma Hai once commented on Uncle Lu, who is not good at medical skills.

Mu Changfeng strictly examined himself and felt that this evaluation was quite appropriate for him. However, the situation was slightly different. He was a tiger in the mountain without showing his power, and the monkey succeeded in becoming the king and dominant.

He looked at Zhou Nianping now, just like Lin Yuan was watching him. One stood at the foot of the mountain and the other stood at the top of the mountain. If you want to see it, you must look up.

With ambitions, he has a long way to go. His desire to catch up is very similar to Lin Yuan at the time. He has to learn more, see more, and temper more. One day, he no longer needs to look up to others in a look of ups.
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