The legend about the flower of Ming'an is popular in Tianji continent and Wuji holy heaven. Even there are many records in ancient books. But no matter the legend or the records, if you read them carefully, you will find that no one has ever seen the flower of Ming'an, and you don't know where the records and Legends come from.
Therefore, many people think that the flower of Ming'an doesn't exist at all. It's just a strange flower created by ancient people out of their awe of heaven and earth and their curiosity and fantasy about life and death. Even Gu Fenghua has such a guess.
Only today did she know that she had guessed wrong.
The flower of Ming'an really exists. Its ridiculously cheap little demon plant is said to be born in the beginning of heaven and earth, able to communicate with Yin and Yang, not in reincarnation, and living with heaven and earth.
No wonder it's so powerful that it can devour other demonic plants, and it can be reborn in Nirvana. The past is coming back, and all Gu Fenghua's doubts are answered.
"No wonder Fenghua has great power. It turns out that Jianjian is the flower of Ming'an." Song Yu'an murmured to himself and finally realized.
"It turns out that this is the flower of hell bank, and only we, the great wizard, are qualified to have such a demon pet." The ancient witch people all around looked up at the humble, and their eyes were leisurely. Looking back at Gu Fenghua, they were more in awe.
Just when they are talking about it, the charming flowers are falling slowly, the soft petals are gently blowing in the breeze, and the red light patterns are waving. It's so mysterious, so pure, so beautiful, but it's so solemn, which makes people intoxicated.
Back to Gu Fenghua's ear, the red color of Ming'an flower disappears and becomes as white as snow. In addition to the delicate feeling that complements Gu Fenghua's temperament, it is more holy than ever.
Most of the Ming'an flowers in legends and records are red, but as a rare flower in ancient times that can communicate life and death, it actually has two aspects: one is white and the other is red. One represents life and the other represents death. However, its strength will not be affected by the change of color.
Gu Fenghua doesn't have to turn his head. He can see the magical change with his mind.
Is it time to change its name? Gu Fenghua pondered in secret.
Cheap such a name, really do not deserve the name of the world's first strange flower of Ming'an flower, and people will change, flowers will also change, at this time it is so holy, where there is a bit cheap.
"Cheap cheap, do you remember me?" Is secretly pondering, song Yu'an came to the side, is excited and cordial said, seems to want to touch the soft petals, but stretched out his hand, hesitated, hesitated and took back.
Finally, the dark shore flower is so pure and holy. It seems to be a great blasphemy to touch it lightly and let it be stained with a little dust.
"Song Yu'an." Xiaojianhua has a good memory, and immediately tells the name of song Yu'an.
"You can talk!" Song Yu'an is more excited, and a little complacent, "I haven't seen you for many years, you still remember me!"
"I haven't seen you for years. You're still so young." Little cheap flower raised the tray, looked up and down at Song Yu'an, said.
"It's because of the ancient witchcraft. There's a secret of the ancient witchcraft. Only saints can practice it. They can stay young and never grow old. By the way, they can also practice it." Song Yu'an explained, but looking at Gu Fenghua, he added, "it seems that you don't need it anymore. Fenghua is the same as before. It hasn't changed much."
Gu Fenghua is not old, and he has the cultivation of the ninth grade of the emperor. He has also been tempered by the spring of ice and jade. Naturally, he is not old.
"I mean breasts." Cheap cheap interrupt her words, tone is very disdainful.