All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

One thousand years ago, Xuanfengtai.

"puff--"

Blood dripped onto the lotus seat, and the white-robed immortal who was vomiting blood cursed inwardly.

His sleeves were stained with blood. The Immortal King in White forced himself to meditate, and tried to use his divine power, but his meridians were blocked and the divine power backfired, causing him to fall off the lotus seat.

"Little Phoenix, why don't you stop?" The voice of Tiandao sounded in front of him, and the Immortal King in White stretched out his hand without even raising his eyes.

"You." Tiandao said helplessly, turning into a human form and helping him up.

Phoenix wanted to sit back on the lotus seat, but when he saw the blood on it, he felt disgusted and sat down on the ground.

The Way of Heaven is invisible; even if it were transformed into a human being it would only be an outline.

Phoenix likes all beautiful things. When he is in a bad mood, he finds shameless things like the Heavenly Dao pleasing to the eye.

"How did you come?"

Tiandao was meditating next to him, raised his hand and pointed, "You forced your divine power to move, and the four directions of the heavens were shaking. I sensed the anomaly and rushed here."

"Are you here to laugh at me?" Phoenix said with a mocking look.

"What do you think I should laugh at?"

The phoenix lay on the ground with a sarcastic look on its face, "The last phoenix in heaven and on earth is about to die. Isn't this ridiculous?"

"It's not funny, because I knew it a long time ago."

"You knew that, but you didn't remind me?" Phoenix's beautiful eyes were filled with anger. "If it weren't for the Tianhe War a hundred years ago, I wouldn't be in such a miserable state now."

The Battle of Tianhe was the Heaven's counterattack against the alliance of the three realms of demons, monsters and ghosts. The Phoenix was extremely powerful and always rushed to the front. The Heaven narrowly won that battle, but the Phoenix suffered old injuries.

"How about I turn back time, and you hide to avoid getting hurt?"

The mockery on Phoenix's face faded, and a hint of solemnity appeared on his face. "Then there is no heaven now, and you, the Heavenly Dao, can only be scolded. Who told you not to protect the gods?"

"The phoenix can be reborn from the ashes, so maybe you won't die."

"The phoenix needs to burn itself under a sacred tree to achieve nirvana, and suffer the pain of being cooked by the raging fire. Let's not talk about whether I can survive it. Just tell me where there is a sacred tree in heaven. If you can find one, I will call you daddy."

Tian Dao was choked for a moment, "Actually..."

Seeing him hesitating, Fenghuang suddenly sat up and asked, "Do you have a way to save me?"

Tiandao shook his head, "Although the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed, I still want to advise you that the luck of the Phoenix clan has run out, so don't force it."

"I beg for my life, is that also called forcing it?"

Tiandao shook his head slowly and left without saying anything.

Phoenix sat on the ground, expressionless.

He deliberately caused the divine power to shake in order to attract the help of the Heavenly Dao and find out whether he could achieve Nirvana successfully.

Now it seems that he was just wishful thinking.

Just as his father said, the Phoenix clan's luck had indeed run out.

But he was unwilling to do so.

He was losing his divine power day by day because of his old injuries that had not healed. Without divine power to suppress his injuries, they became more serious. He already had a vague sense that his end was near.

He couldn't just die like this.

Divine power gathered from his entire body and gradually gathered in his palm, transforming into a lotus.

The lotus spun and flew into his brow, transforming into a red light.

After a while, Phoenix slowly opened his eyes.

The lotus contains the last bit of his father's spiritual consciousness, and it can only be opened when a catastrophe occurs.

Divine power condensed into a palm-sized sharp blade, and Phoenix pressed it against his spine, slowly pushing forward.

The piercing pain forced cold sweat to appear on his forehead, but the blade of light continued to cut beneath his skin.

My father said, "Phoenixes are born with phoenix bones, which are the most precious things. If you cannot achieve nirvana in the future, send these phoenix bones to the underworld and bury them under the phoenix tree to be nurtured with blood and divine power. When the phoenix bones turn into jade, they can save your life before your death."

The pain of having bones cut out was unbearable for ordinary people, but Phoenix gritted his teeth and said nothing until the bloody piece of bone was cut out. Then he leaned back on the lotus seat to meditate and regulate his breathing.

The phoenix bone is only as big as a little finger and is inconspicuous, but it is a life-saving thing for the phoenix at this time.

After a simple breathing exercise, he came to the Yaochi Lake, looking for a paulownia tree in the mortal world suitable for burying his bones.

After a quick search using his divine power, he finally found an old sycamore tree with lush branches and leaves.

The phoenix bones were wrapped in divine power and buried under the tree.

When it is first buried, it does not need to be nurtured with blood or divine power. It must be left under the paulownia tree for a few years.

But what he didn't know was that the divine power did not bury the phoenix bones under the tree. What he saw was an illusion created by the Heavenly Dao.

That piece of phoenix bone is now in Tiandao's hands.

Phoenix, I have advised you not to force it. This phoenix bone will only bring disaster to the heaven in the future. Today I will destroy it.

As Tiandao thought so, purple thunders rose up and the piece of phoenix bone was placed in the thunder tribulation and was hit by the lightning.

The phoenix bones were turned into ashes after being struck by lightning, and disappeared from the sight of Tiandao.

Tiandao took back the purple thunder, the phoenix bone had been completely destroyed, and what he had predicted would never happen again.

At the same time, under the paulownia tree in the mortal world, a baby appeared out of thin air.

His lips were purple and his crying was weak.

"Oh, you heartless thing! Who left such a small baby under the tree?" An old scavenger in tattered clothes picked up the child with heartache.

"It's a boy," the old man took off his coat and was about to wrap the child, but he thought the coat was too rough, so he took off his autumn clothes and wrapped the child, "Your parents left you here, probably because you are sick and they can't afford to see a doctor."

The old man squatted under the tree and sighed, "But I am just a rag picker, and I don't have money to treat you."

The child felt the warmth and looked at him with watery eyes, which made the old man feel soft-hearted.

"What a beautiful child, how could she be abandoned?" The old man made a chirping sound and teased the child in his arms kindly. "Forget it, grandpa will take you home. I will raise you even if I have to pick up rags!"

The child didn't understand what he said and was attracted by his chirping sound, so he stretched out his fingers to scratch his beard.

"Hahaha, dear grandson, you can't scratch grandpa's beard!"

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Flowers in the Mirror, the Moon in the Water, six years have passed in a flash.

The crying child from the past is now six years old and finally no longer has to be carried on the old man’s back every day.

"Good grandson, give grandpa a push!"

The old man with completely white hair was pulling a wooden cart with cardboards piled on it as high as a person. He was supporting himself on the cardboards with his small hands with all his strength, and the backs of his hands were red from the cold.

"Old Chen, are you taking the little mute to collect garbage again?"

The old man held the boy's hand and replied to his neighbor with a smile, "My grandson is so great. He even helped me push the cart today!"

"Come on, Old Chen, what good will it do to you if you pick up this kid? He has never been to school and is blind. He will only be able to pick up trash like you in the future."

Old Chen groaned, "Can you speak? My grandson is so smart, he will definitely go to college in the future!"

The woman washing vegetables snorted, splashed the water in the basin in front of the father and son, and went back to the house with a pout.

Old Chen was also angry and pulled the boy and said, "Let's go home."

It’s called a home, but in fact it’s just a shed made of broken boards, which can barely provide shade but cannot protect against wind and rain.

As soon as the boy returned home, he squatted on the ground, staring at the tree outside in a daze.

"My dear grandson, tell grandpa, do you want to go to school?"

The boy shook his head without hesitation.

Old Chen was silent for a long time, "Grandpa will definitely let you go to school."

The boy shook his head again and stared at the sycamore tree outside the yard.