The master of cultivating immortals protects me

Fenghuang was watching from the sky at that time.

He watched the man who had left him run to the back mountain in despair to find his body. He deliberately buried a few bones in the ground to make the body look incomplete, and the blood-stained clothes were enough for the man to recognize. Even if he came out, it was enough for the man to eat part of his body by the wild beasts in the mountain.

He watched the man laughing wildly in the mountains, holding "his bones" and weeping in heart-piercing pain.

He watched the man cry out his tears, his voice became hoarse, only the abyss of endless remorse and hatred remained in his eyes, and he returned to the master's gate with a long sword like a god of revenge from hell.

He watched this and that person go crazy, and watched that person chop off his former classmates one by one by the sword.

"Well, he's crazy." Feng Huang let go of Xu Xiaofeng's hair, his two calves were still immersed in the cold pool, and he lay back on the ground. The chaotic night sky overlapping with dark blue and lead gray heralds tomorrow's future. Still cold.

"Is that bastard dead or alive?" Xu Xiaofeng propped his hands on the shore, and deftly jumped from the water to the shore like a mermaid. He reached out and grabbed the clothes on the side and put them on.

"The unbearable regret and pain finally made him fall into the devil world, and I never saw him again after that."

Fenghuang is from the God Realm, he has no interest in the Demon Realm, and secondly, that place is not under his jurisdiction, even if that person did not die and became a demon, the endless regret that lured that person into a demon at the beginning would not end there. disappear.

Life after life, you will probably live in endless self-torture.

Sitting down beside Fenghuang, Xu Xiaofeng gently held the man's shoulders, the anger in his eyes had gradually faded away like spring ice melting, leaving only spring-like tenderness and rock-like firmness: "Master, no matter what happens, I won't leave you for anything, and I won't hurt you like that bastard."

hurt me?Fenghuang almost laughed out loud.

Who else could hurt him but himself?

"I know." But Xu Xiaofeng's words still touched Fenghuang's heart, he believed that Xu Xiaofeng's words were not just said in a moment of impatience.

Fenghuang held Xu Xiaofeng's hand, and responded to the other party's silent oath with a sincere smile.

In the previous life, this little crow had already proved this point to Feng Huang with his own actions and his life, so he would not answer "I believe it", but answer - I know.

Turning sideways, Feng Huang let his apprentice hold him in his arms, caring for him like a fragile object.

What he said were all facts, indeed it happened to him when he was a human being, he just told Xu Xiaofeng intentionally with some personal purpose.

Do you want Xu Xiaofeng to feel sorry for him and love him more?

Or, he wanted Xu Xiaofeng to know more about him, and let his apprentices know that although he is a person from the God Realm, it's not that he doesn't understand and understand the emotions of mortals.

Maybe, there are.

……

The dew is cold and hoarfrost, and the morning light is gray.

Drizzling, rustling, light rain.

The gray sky seemed to be wrapped in a layer of veil, a drop of autumn rain slipped from the eaves, and condensed into a crystal clear teardrop in mid-air, reflecting the reflection of the passing dead leaves, it shattered in the cold and pale palm of a man between.

Desolate splash rain cold, broken, is lovesickness.

"He actually, actually allowed that person to hug him! I saw it with my own eyes. I saw them on the small wooden bridge in the middle of the lake, and he was leaning on his junior brother's shoulder. I was so angry, I was so sad..."

The choked up words of obsession abruptly broke the fascination of the cold rain in late autumn, a faint disgust flashed in his eyes, and the man in white who stood upright in front of the wet window stretched out his hand, a drop of water Another drop of cold rain splashed between his pale fingers, and dripped into the already wet soil along the gap between his fingers.

"He won't love you." The man in white opened his mouth, his calm voice was colder than the bleak rain outside the window, as if he had seen through life and death, love and love, leaving only a bony shell.

"I know! I know!" Yin Wancai stubbornly curled up on the low couch, wrapped himself layer by layer with the high-quality silk quilt, like a silkworm cocoon, wiped his tears and choked up to him Friends poured out their heartache and resentment.

"I never expected him to look at me more, he is a god, he is my god, he is the only god in this world! His junior, that kid who came out of nowhere, he defiled the wind Sir, he defiled him!"

He kept repeating the words of resentment, jealousy wrapped around Yin Wancai's neck like a cold poisonous snake, and he rubbed his teeth to make a toothache sound, as if he wanted to stain the wind with what he said. Mr.'s man was crushed and chewed.

The hand that was wet by the rain was slowly withdrawn from the window, and the wet sleeve was pressed against the arm of the man in white. You could vaguely see the strange black lines on the man's arm, like tiny snakes on his arm. Flowing under the skin, when he turned around, his wet arm was already dry.

He leaned on the arm of the chair and sat down by the window. The man in white put on a soft smile: "Where are his clothes?"

"Come with me." Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, Yin Wancai was finally willing to let himself get out of the cocoon. He slammed his shoes and sniffed like a walking corpse whose soul had been sucked out. Front.

Holding on to the handrail to go upstairs, Yin Wancai brought his friend into his room. In the middle of this overly luxurious and spacious room, a white robe was hung on a wooden hanger.

As soon as Yin Wancai saw the white robe, he burst into tears and smiled, his eyes glowed, he staggered and ran over, pointing at the clothes excitedly, he said to the man in white: "This is the clothes that Mr. Feng changed, Huai Guang, you You are a cultivator, come and tell me, what does Mr. Feng's aura smell like?"

As an ordinary person, Yin Wancai could not smell the aura of a practitioner like a monk. Fenghuang, Xu Xiaofeng and others stayed in Yinjiabao for several days in a row, so he had the opportunity to get the clothes worn by Fenghuang.

He regards them as treasures, enshrines them like gods, and keeps them in his room.

He knelt and sat beside the clothes hanger, always pulling the hem of his robe to his nose and sniffing gently, but the breath on Feng Huang's body was too weak, in less than a day, he could smell the faint cold fragrance on the clothes will disappear completely.

Yin Wancai has never hated him so much for not being a monk. If he were a monk, he would be able to smell the aura of Mr. Feng from his clothes.

The man in white walked to the vicinity of the Yuebai robe. Yin Wancai looked at his friend with envy and envy, and carefully pulled up a sleeve and handed it over: "I can tell whether Mr. Feng is Tianling or Baoling. ?"

Without answering Yin Wancai, Huaiguang took the sleeve, rubbed the soft material with his fingertips, and then pulled it under his nose and sniffed it gently.

Yin Wancai stared at Huaiguang with scorching eyes, didn't even dare to take a breath, madly but cautiously, lowered his voice, and asked eagerly: "How is it?"

The smooth cloth was flowing in the palm of his hand, Huaiguang took a step forward, pulled the sleeve with one hand, and grabbed the collar of the robe with the other, he buried himself in the silk that was once tightly attached to the man's skin , opened his mouth slowly before Yin Wancai stopped him.

"Like the air after a cold rain in the mountains, it's cold and fresh, the soil is moist, the green grass under the trees is green, there is a faint, almost inaudible flower fragrance, and the sweet juice from the ripe bright red wild fruit is crushed from the fingertips The dripping sweetness."

The man in white, who was buried in the smooth and cold cloth, suppressed his trembling voice. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, just like the first crack opened on the snow-covered water in the cold winter and early spring. His deep and dark eyes covered A thin layer of mist was applied.

That's right, it's the breath.

Slowly letting go of the clothes in his hands, the man in white flicked his fingers lightly on the clothes, and the last trace of spiritual energy, which was too faint to be smelled, completely disappeared from the moon white robe.

Huaiguang took two steps back and met Yin Wancai's enthusiastic and expectant eyes: "I can't tell whether Mr. Feng is Tianling or Baoling. He must have used magic to deliberately hide his aura."

"Oh." I was a little disappointed, but the answer seemed to be within Yin Wancai's expectation. Before Huaiguang, Yin Wancai had tried it with the most powerful monks in the Yin Family Castle, but not only did he not know whether Fenghuang was a Heavenly Spirit or a Baoling. The answer, not even the deeds.

As a last resort, Yin Wancai could only turn to his mysterious and powerful friend for help.

"They seem to be investigating the matter of the four seals, I want to help," Yin Wancai looked at the man in white eagerly, "Huaiguang, can you help me?"

Even though he knew that Fenghuang would not look at him more, he couldn't suppress his desire to show himself in front of Fenghuang.

Huaiguang smiled lightly and nodded: "I didn't come to Yinjiabao because I received your letter. In fact, I also came here for the matter of the Four Great Seals. My friend, it's not just me who needs your help, Mr. Feng I also need your help very much, if you can help in this matter, he will definitely value you more."

"Really?" Yin Wancai laughed and opened his eyes wide.

"Naturally," the smile in the corner of Huaiguang's eyes grew stronger, "My friend, take me to see the Mr. Feng who haunts your dreams, I want to see if he is as extraordinary as you said. "