Green Immortals

Feng Bitian put down the stunned Zhenzhu, and the clock was unpredictable at this time, and a gust of hot wind was blowing towards him.

He was persistent and mercilessly blocked in the fireball, preventing him from getting any closer to the people behind him.But when the purple-gold flame really burned his body, his whole skin seemed to be rolled over in scalding water.He finally turned his dark brown eyes to look at the old man who was casting a spell on him at this time.

He didn't understand that the last time he was trapped, it was true that his master hadn't summoned the Zishahuo.But this time, he obviously didn't spare any sympathy, and summoned the most dangerous kind of fire as soon as he was trapped.Unwilling to be reconciled, he endured the pain and asked the person in front of him, "Master, are you really showing no mercy?"

Immortal Wei Zhe turned his face to look at him at this time, it is a lie that his apprentice has raised him for more than ten years and said he doesn't love him.But why in the end he had to use this ability to save people who should have died a long time ago.Because of him, now Feng Bitian is full of demonic energy, which is probably the most vicious result.

There seemed to be a trace of compassion in the old man's eyes when he walked in front of the clock, and he said to the inside of the clock, "Bitian my disciple, now that you have reached this point, what else do you have to say?"

Feng Bitian laughed a few times, and said bluntly: "I have nothing to say, you put me in the bell, why bother to say more? Master, do you think that everything the disciple has done is a crime? There are so many, when are you going to keep your ears covered!"

The robe on his body was almost burnt to pieces, and the exposed skin was red and some were even curled and scorched black.But he persisted in questioning the old man, pointed to the group of immortals behind the old man and said, "You also feel that it doesn't matter how many people die or how many cities are destroyed in this world. As long as they are still alive, it is fine. Is there hope?!"

The old man finally opened his half-closed eyes, only then did Feng Bi realize that the old man in front of him seemed to have wet cheeks and red and stained eye sockets.

It's not that Tu Weizhe is not sad, he turned his back to the crowd and let the tears fall freely.He even got his clothes wet, he put his face into the bell, and then stepped inside in the astonishment of everyone.

The purple fire in the bell did not diminish, and it seemed that when the old man came in, they all besieged him in a turbulent manner.

Feng Bitian wanted to pull him, but the old man raised his hand to signal him not to approach.

The flames burned more and more intensely, but the immortal's body was spotless.He suddenly talked with Feng Bitian about the past in Zhong Nei.

"Bitian, I remember that you used to be the least fond of being a teacher and getting close to other brothers, do you remember that. Oh, I'm confused, what can you remember, the little one?"

"When the teacher picked you up, I really had a headache. Fortunately, the cook on the mountain knew something about babies and fed you with the goat milk she raised on the mountain. That's how you survived."

The flame stopped chasing Feng Bitian, his body suddenly fell down, and he sat and listened to the old man's eloquence.

"It's just that I didn't expect that when you were a child, you hated your brother the most and thought he would take away the teacher's love with you, but now you are obsessed because of him. What I want to say is that the teacher knows what you are thinking, just like when you close your eyes I will I know you must have gone to other hills to play crazy the day before."

"But, listen! Later, I will do what your senior brother did before. You, just take advantage of the chaos—let's go!"

Let him go! Feng Bitian was still thinking about what Sichao did before to make Master care so much.But in the next moment, the old man who was standing in front of him suddenly formed seals with his hands, and the flames in the clock mutated into dazzling white flames, rolling upwards and roaring, devouring the old man's body bit by bit.

This must be excruciating!But the old man didn't have any pain on his face, he still looked at the dull Feng Bitian with loving eyes until the end.

When he was about to disappear, he said to him: "Bitian, my best disciple, I have always owed you. In fact, I have always believed in you..."

"None of them is my hope, but you are my hope..."

When the old man turned into white flames, Zijinzhong released the people inside from the barrier.Feng Bitian slowly stood up and walked towards the place where the old man was with his eyes open. He waved his hands in the air and asked, "Where's the man?"

Accompanying his question was the white fairy power floating like fine snow falling from the sky. This is the fairy power of the old man. This fairy power fluttered and scattered, and the fairy puppets in the palace trembled when they landed. After looking at each other and stroking each other's real skin, after a while they all shouted like crazy: "I'm alive! Hahaha, I'm finally alive..." They all crowded and ran towards the outside of the hall.

The originally quiet world suddenly joined more voices,

"Mom! You, you came back alive?! Woo..."

"You are alive too! Er Niu, you have been bitten by these things and turned into half a human being, and I said you can't live anymore! Hahahahaha"

"Everyone, go home and see if your relatives are alive!"

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The difference from the outside is that the immortals in the hall were relatively speechless because of Feng Bitian, who was full of immortal energy. They looked at the person in front of them vigilantly,

Suddenly there was a woman's urgent call from the back of the hall, and she shouted into the hall, "My son! My son! Where are you?"

She turned out from the back of the palace, and everyone saw that she was the Queen's Gubei fan. She didn't even care to lift the hem of her skirt, and directly intervened between the two parties.

Seeing the conspicuous man with messy hair, whose face was half covered, she rushed forward and hugged Feng Bitian.

Gubei fan patted Feng Bitian on the back and said: "It's my fault, it's my mother's fault, don't worry, I will never leave you again!"

She brushed the hair off Feng Bitian's face with her hands to realize that it was not her son Zhenzhu. Seeing him blankly, she hurriedly said "Sorry! I admitted the wrong person!" After that, she quickly walked away and greeted him. The person who fell to the ground behind him.

Everyone was crying inside and outside the hall, Feng Bitian suddenly brushed his hair back with his hands, and squinted his eyes to look around at the expressions of the people around him.Afterwards, he suddenly attacked to the side, and then supported a young man in black robe to face the crowd and said, "I will take my family away too, goodbye forever."

Heihe Wumei at the side saw clearly that the young man in black robe who was kidnapped by Feng Bitian was his beloved disciple Wuyi who had just taken in!

He hurried a few steps and shouted: "No clothes—!"

Feng Bitian heard the shout and looked back to see that he was an acquaintance, so he smiled lightly and used his internal strength to show off to the hall: "My people are so popular everywhere! Old man Heihe thank you for your ghost fan!" Running to the distance in the fairy snow of the sky.

On Weizhe Mountain, a middle-aged woman was busy chopping on the stove, and she told the little disciple beside her, "Cut up these vegetarian vegetables without hesitation! You are so dawdling, you know why you are always being beaten by the teacher." Did the brothers laugh?"

The woman reprimanded her harshly, but the young disciple obviously didn't take it to heart, and took the time to return to the woman and said: "With the celestial being on this mountain, I can live a happy life without practicing cultivation!"

The woman put down the spatula in her hand when she heard such annoyed words, "Hey! I didn't realize that you are addicted to hugging Bitian's thigh, aren't you! Come here!"

The little boy was pulled by the ear by the woman and was lifted to the side of the big black pot, pointing to the middle of the pot and said: "Since you are so unbelievable, learn how to cook from today! Come on, take this spoon!"

The little disciple opened his big eyes and tears were about to flow, "Mother! You don't know good people. I will help you. You want me to learn from this woman. Wow—I don't want it! I don't want it!"

Suddenly, the purple golden bell at the top of the mountain made a long sound, the woman was startled, and the boy ran out of the kitchen and shouted: "Mother! I will report to Xianzun and the others! Those sects are here to find fault again!"

The woman was not worried but just sighed helplessly.

The little disciple was wearing a snow-white robe, and he didn't walk along the bluestone road. In order to hurry, he ran from the mountain across a stream to the place where the old immortal was not covered before.

There was only a single-room wooden house, but a large flat area was opened up in front of the door as a place for the immortal to practice martial arts with another master.

As soon as he ran a few steps, he saw Xianzun sitting on the same chair with his master. The master only left him a black back, but he couldn't see what Xianzun was doing.He suddenly felt a little embarrassed and stopped, but suddenly he only heard the voice of the immortal from the black robe and asked, "Is Xiaolu here?"

Then he saw the master in black robe reluctantly get up, and also turned around.

There seemed to be a blush on Xianzun's pretty face, he looked at Xiaolu and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiaolu saw Xianzun's gentle smile and ran happily in front of Xianzun, but was suddenly glared at by the black-robed master, so he stood obediently in front of the two of them and said: "The purple golden bell on Xianzun mountain started howling again, you still Don't use it as a mountain clock! Whenever something happens, it howls for people to look at it."

Feng Bitian saw the little boy pouted unwillingly, then stroked the messy hair on the little boy's head with one hand and said: "Okay, I understand, you can help me knock on it as punishment!"

The little boy responded and said, "What about the stinky monks at the bottom of Xianzun's mountain!"

Feng Bitian said, "It's okay, Wuyi will take care of them naturally. Right Wuyi."

He smiled at Wuyi full of trust and affection, the black-robed young man saw Xiaolu run away, and then leaned down and said: "No hurry, I will get some rewards before that...

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The bell in the mountain kept ringing, Feng Bitian greeted the person in front of him before he approached.

The author has something to say:

Originally, I wanted to write about the sweet life between Mr. Feng and Tenderness Wuyi who had suffered so much in the third volume, but it seemed procrastinated, and the text was too trivial and complicated, which was not very beautiful.

So put some sugar at the end, you can see that Feng Bitian has returned to the unsheltered mountain gate where he was raised in the past. ending.

Well, this finally finishes the story.In fact, I was suddenly stabbed by a certain sentence while I was writing. Of course, it might just be me, but I am very satisfied with this story as a gift. I want to read this book a few years later, and I will suddenly find Turns out I wrote these stories when I was younger.There may have been a lot of emotion at that time.